Chapter 175: Little pitiful, cultivated (16)

Song Chuanjin didn't see the figure on the balcony. He sat in the car with a dizzy head, leaving only the teenager standing dumb.
"A Qing, what's wrong?"
Song Chuanjin asked him from the car window.
"me……"
He Qingwucuo turned his head back, and he couldn't say anything. When he turned around and wanted to see it, there was no one on the balcony.
He was suddenly lost. Was he wrong?
But just now...
He Qing walked to the house hesitantly. The closer he was to the living room, the more frightened he was. When he just walked to the door and saw the man who came down from the stairs with a dark face, his legs were soft and his was conditioned. It hurts.
He suddenly turned back to walk with Song Chuanjin, but saw that the taxi was driving at the door.
do not! Wait for him!
The footsteps of men's leather shoes on the ground were heard behind him, and He Qing trembling, turned his head.
"Uncle, uncle is not like this..."
There was a blank in the boy's mind, and he wanted to explain it but didn't know where to start. When the man came to the front, the whole person was paralyzed.
Mingzhe grabbed him and dragged the whole boy upstairs as if dragging a baby chick.
The butler just came out, watching He Qing dragged away with a white face in shock. Soon afterwards, a cry of a heart-breaking cry came from the building.
His heart shook immediately.
Master, what did you do wrong again? Why did you always get beaten during this time?
While the housekeeper was hesitant to go upstairs to persuade, Mingzhe stood by the bed, watching the teenager who was thrown into the bed and crying, and his original emotional brain completely calmed down.
He hasn't done anything yet, this child is crying.
Can He Qing not cry?
The first time I was beaten was because I sneaked to the bar and hit my palm, but it hurt.
The second time was because of lying and spanking, and it hurt even more.
This time, the uncle saw that he almost kissed Chuan Jin, and he didn't beat him up.
The more I feared, the more I cried, and the tears could not stop flowing down.
Crying and shouting, "Uncle, don't hit me, don't hit me..."
Mingzhe, who did not intend to hit someone, felt that he had a headache. He gritted his teeth and held back the helplessness in his heart. The magnetic voice was faint, "I didn't plan to hit you."
"Woo, don't hit me—" The crying teenager heard the words, and the cry stopped abruptly. He chuckled at the man with red eyes and asked him in disbelief, "Really, really not Hit me?"
"Well." Mingzhe did not intend to hit people. He only felt that he was hit by a big pie, which was still made by BRICS.
"A Qing, do you like men?"
He Qing stunned, looking at Mingzhe's eyes, suddenly frightened, "I, I..."
The man smiled like a big bad wolf at the moment, but he didn't know it. He smiled and didn't seem to be angry at all. "To be honest, uncle won't blame you."
If A Qing really likes men, wouldn't he never look for his previous struggles?
He Qing sobbed and wiped away her tears, and her pair of squinted eyes blinked at the man without blinking, her voice choked, "I don't know..."
Suddenly Mingzhe stood up abruptly, "I don't know if you kiss Song Chuanjin!"
Startled by his sudden high voice, the boy's eyes were full of fear, "I didn't kiss, it was my brother who kissed me..."
Speaking of which, the anger that was just depressed by He Qing's joy like a man rose again.
He asked Song Chuanjin to take care of A Qing, but the kid did that?
But now is not the time to be angry. Looking at the innocent and innocent teenagers in front of him, Mingzhe pressed down the excitement in his heart and continued to ask, "A Qing, you tell the truth, your uncle will not blame you."
He Qing's tears could not stop falling down, and was frightened.
He did something wrong, and his uncle still used such a gentle tone, he must have planned to punish him heavier than before...
With a choked voice, he whispered, "I might like my brother..."
Mingzhe's face was black again, but he recovered quickly, and he was sure, "So you like men."
"No..." The young man weakly retorted, "I just like my brother..."
Like Song Chuanjin, isn't Song Chuanjin a man?
"Where did you go?"
Speaking of this anger that Mingzhe couldn't stop, if Song Chuanjin's kid really attacked A Qing, he must have chopped him!
The teenager froze for a few seconds before reacting. Seeing that Mingzhe didn't look very angry, he replied shyly, "Hold the hand."
In his view, it was already very powerful to confirm the relationship and hold hands on the first day.
Recalling that what he saw before was indeed a teenager hiding away, the anger in the man's heart was a little less.
Mingzhe did not struggle with this topic for a long time. In a flash, he had several options in his mind. In the end, he chose the more gentle one.
The man stood upright, his steady magnetic voice calm, "I let you break up with Song Chuanjin now, would you?"
The teenager shook his head timidly.
Ming Zhe's long-anticipated eyes crossed a dark color, and the bamboo board from the last beating was drawn from under the bed.
"Any points?"
He Qing's eyes widened fiercely, and her pink face was so scared, "Fen, Fen..."