Chapter 177: Little pitiful, cultivated (18)

The moment he opened his mouth, the man could hardly control himself, but he lowered his eyes slightly, and saw He Qing's eyes rounded, horrified and confused, looking at the innocent looking, hanging on both sides of the body His hands clenched suddenly, and he gritted his teeth, taking a step back.
It wasn't even a kiss, just a soft touch, just like a dragonfly spitting water apart.
The boy stood stunned for a while, and stretched out his hand to touch his lips and looked at the man in confusion.
Mingzhe clenched his fists to death and raised his eyes slightly. He was obviously a confessor, but he was more nervous than anyone else.
"A Qing, I like you."
He Qingzheng.
"Since you can accept men." Mingzhe's fists are getting stronger and stronger, and his heart is pounding.
He said, "Then can you accept me?"
It was at this time that Mingzhe discovered that he clearly had the initiative, and he could easily put the teenager in his arms forever, but he was still pitiful, and wanted He Qing to be willing.
I know that this probability is only less than 1%. I know clearly what I might get in exchange for this. Mingzhe said it anyway.
He Qing stared at the past, and saw that the handsome man could even be regarded as a praying eye. He stood straight, and his face, which had not changed much since he was a child, was no longer cold, and some were just tension.
Uncle, will he be nervous?
The man looked at him and asked, "A Qing, do you feel anything about me?"
His eyes were burning, and it fell on the teenager as if burned by the fire. It was hot and strange.
He Qingping her lips, opening her mouth, trying to refuse, but she couldn't say anything.
Thousands of words, all translated into a sentence under Ming Zhe's eyes, "I, I don't know..."
The teenager even felt a little wronged. He gritted his teeth and responded, "I'm still young."
Yes……
The fist held by the man suddenly loosened, Ming Zhe smiled bitterly, and some fell down his shoulder, and the magnetic voice murmured, "You are still young."
And he is already thirty-five years old.
The gap of eighteen years cannot be smoothed out with a single word of like.
Mingzhe set his sights on the teenager, his emotions changed a few times, and they all turned into a silence.
"It's okay." The man barely made a smile, as he used to be, "You just talk nonsense when I'm drunk."
"The office is really boring, I will ask the driver to take you back."
Looking at the back of the man's slumped turn, He Qing felt awkward in his heart, and he felt a strange feeling dizzy in his heart.
Mingzhe is indeed very decadent. He has been waiting for his adulthood since he discovered his intentions for the teenager. He even carefully calculated how He Qing would attack after adulthood and how to let him accept himself.
But I can’t bear to see the teenager looking forward to the future and the happy life with another person.
But now, he regrets it.
If he didn't say that, he was still the most trusted uncle in A Qing's heart, not like he is now, he didn't even dare to look back at the boy.
He was afraid of seeing the disgusted look of the teenager, afraid of seeing him repelling himself.
He knows now.
Knowing how the uncle who has always regarded himself as a grown-up thinks of him, then, will A Qing choose to stay away?
Leave him this old man...
Mingzhe walked towards the desk step by step. He thought he restrained the emotions in his heart, but he didn't know that he was just back.
At the time of wanting and despair, there was a timid voice behind him, "Uncle, wait for me..."
The man stepped and turned suddenly.
What I saw was that the teenager was pulling the corner of his clothes, a little bit shy blushed, and said softly with his eyes down, "When I think about it, I will tell you the answer."
Mingzhe looked at him incredulously, almost thinking he was dreaming.
Aqing, does this mean you want to promise?
He had thought about many possibilities, but there was no possibility, but the young man agreed to his pursuit.
This is too difficult
And now, this well-behaved child who raised by himself blushed and continued, "Uncle, give me a little more time, I can definitely think about it."
It's not an exaggeration to say that the pie is falling from the sky. Mingzhe almost laughed with surprise, repeating it well.
Now don't say He Qing just let him give him a little time, even if he said let him wait ten or twenty years, Mingzhe can afford it.
He Qing seemed to be afraid of his anger, and whispered, "It's not long. When I'm eighteen, I will become an adult when I become an adult. I will tell my uncle."
He said, pursing his lips, revealing two small dimples on his face.
The teenager seemed embarrassed. He lowered his head and carefully looked up at the man. His soft and sweet voice was sweet.
"Uncle, if I promise you, will you lose that bamboo board?"
"Lost." Mingzhe said firmly, "It must be lost."
He Qing was suddenly happy, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. His little cough was used as a cover, and he ran to the door with cheerful steps.
Standing at the door in peace, he asked carefully, "Can I go out and play?"
The man nodded and said magnetically, "Yes, you can play wherever you want."
The young man's eyes were bright, and he made the request more severely, "I want to go to Tianhao's house now, can I?"
"can."
Mingzhe said, "I let the driver send you."
It's so good!
He Qing was all excited. He ran away, and the juvenile voice was cheerful, "Then I will wait for the driver, uncle, come and pick me up at night!"
Before Mingzhe answered, he had already run away happily.
In the office, only the man was left, standing still in his original posture.
He stretched out his left hand and pinched his right arm heavily.
The man felt the pain on his arm expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth could not help lifting.
A Qing, he is so cute.
Eighteen years old.
He glanced at the calendar on the table, his eyes full of anticipation.
There are only ten days left.
Ten days later--
The man stood in the office with an uncontrollable smile, his face full of anticipation of happiness.

The Huo family welcomed a special guest, He Qing.
It is special because He Qing and Huo Tianhao have known each other for ten years and have never been to the Huo family as a guest.
In the past, the two people either met at school, or under the supervision of Hejia, Mingzhe, the chance to go to the bar last time was rare.
Huo Tianhao was recuperating at home. He Qing heard He Qing coming and jumped up, limping downstairs to take people to his room.
"A Qing, Uncle Ming is willing to let you come to my house, hey, let me remember this historic moment."
The teenager sat on the chair, watching his friend play treasure, his mouth curled up, and said with a little pride, "Uncle no matter if I go out to play."
"what?"
Huo Tianhao was shocked and exaggerated, "Is it raining all over the world?"
Bai Nennen's young boy ignored him, a pair of smart eyes looked around, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness to try.
"There are so many toy cars in your room."
Huo Tianhao snorted, "What is a toy car, this is a car model, and some are more expensive than a real car, let me tell you, look at this, this is I begged my dad..."
He was getting ready to talk about his difficult history of buying a car. Suddenly remembered that He Qing wanted to buy what Mingzhe did not want to buy. He suddenly lost his conspicuous heart and put down the car model in his hand.
"A Qing, what the are you doing? Why does Uncle Ming hurt you so much, what do you want to give, where is it like me, my dad has so much money, and every month even two melons and two dates refuse to give me, want It’s not that I look like him. I have to wonder if I’m biological.

He Qing blinked, "Uncle is not my uncle."
Huo Tianhao, who was vomiting bitter water, choked, and felt more bitter.
"Just ridicule me, don't say anything, what do you want to play, despite speaking, since Uncle Ming doesn't look at you anymore, then we can have more places to play."
He Qing opened his mouth and didn't speak. His face turned red.
Under Huo Tianhao's eyes, it was a long time before he asked, "Well, what to do in love?"
"What? Aqing, are you in love?"
The teenager's face was even redder. "Well, I'm going to talk about it. You first tell me what to do in love."
Huo Tianhao was immediately excited. He held out his hand neatly in line with the idea that I was everyone, and broke the finger to count the teenager, intending to share his experience.
"It's very simple. Go out to dinner and let her order. If she likes it, buy it and give it to her. Don't pull the door. When it rains, you must drag the coat down to her. When the weather is hot, you need to umbrella her."
"Wait, wait..." He Qing took out his mobile phone and transferred it to the sticky note. "You said too fast, and then slow down."
"Good!" Huo Tianhao was happy when he saw that his friend was so serious. He said what he had learned from finding a girlfriend in elementary school.
"If you want to be sweet, you must praise him, no dead ends. For example, if she wears a skirt, you must say that the skirt is beautifully dressed, and if you wear jeans, you must say that the jeans are beautifully dressed. She must be happy!"
He Qing nodded while taking notes.
Remembering what I remembered suddenly, my ears were red and I asked in a low voice, "So, kiss?"
"what?"
Huo Tianhao was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "I haven't kissed it yet, this is not, I am more gentleman..."
Annoyed by the youngster's strange eyes, he knocked on the table, "I continue to say, you quickly write down! This is what I learned all my life, and it is not rumored to be replaced by others!"
When Mingzhe drove to pick someone up at night, He Qing held back for a long time and boasted.
"Uncle, your new tie is so beautiful."