Chapter 178: Little pitiful, cultivated (19)

tie?
Mingzhe looked down suspiciously, thinking suddenly for two seconds.
This is grown up, want to learn how to dress up?
The man gently raised his eyes and touched the teenager’s small head, "Good boy, go back and buy you the same one."
Seeing his reaction, He Qing was stunned. This is not quite the same as expected.
He sat in the co-pilot and looked at the man who was driving attentively. He coughed and asked Qing Yue's voice, "Are you uncle cold?"
As he said, the boy's hand stretched toward his coat, eager to try.
Mingzhe: "Does Aqing feel cold?"
He turned on the air conditioner directly, and the warm wind wafted in the car. The man asked with a chuckle, "It will be cold soon."
The boy deflated his mouth and slowly withdrew his hand on the coat.
The man saw his unhappy look in the rearview mirror, and he turned around. When he got home, he turned off and took off his tie.
"give."
He Qing froze to accept the tie, his face confused.
Ming Zhe smiled and touched his head. "Don't you like it? It's for you."
He Qing: "..." Why is this different from what Huo Tianhao said.
He praised his uncle's tie, but he gave him his tie?
At a time when he was at a loss, the man looked at the strange boy from the time he got on the bus, sighed, squeezed his small face, and the magnetic voice was deep and nice.
"Don't think too much. Before you were eighteen, your uncle was still uncle."
The teenager looked at the man with a confused face, suddenly thought of something, looked at him, and asked, "What is Uncle's favorite?"
Mingzhe paused and smiled, "Uncle likes you the most."
He Qing's face suddenly turned red, and after a few seconds, he began to be angry and angry, "I am asking for something! Things!"
thing?
The man thought about it carefully.
He used to think that he needed a lot of things when he was still in school, but now, he really has nothing missing.
But watching the teenager stare at him as he waited for the answer, Mingzhe thoughtfully thought for a few seconds before answering, "Flower."
He said, "I like flowers the most."
He Qing's eyes lit up, "Is those flowers I planted!"
He likes to play with flowers and plants since he was a child. When he was young, he was in bad health. Mingzhe took him for a walk with him to the garden. Later, when he grew up, he was not allowed to go out to play, and the little children were not angry. .
Under his care, his flower room was already very large, and he went into the house to smell fragrance.
Seeing the happy look of the teenager, Mingzhe was also happy in his heart. He nodded and said, "I like it as long as it is Aqing's."
Suddenly, the young boy's pretty little face was red, and he smiled a little proudly, revealing two small dimples, "The flowers I plant look good."
"Okay, don't boast about yourself, go to eat quickly, you can play too late tonight."
"Uncle said I want to play as long as I want!"
"Ghost Elf!"
The two sat at the dining table, and the atmosphere was still as peaceful and happy as before, but there was a little ambiguity in the eyes.
This day is a happy day for Ming Zhe or He Qing, but for Song Chuanjin, it is no less than hell.
He received the company's dismissal.
After he and He Qing were exposed, this retreat that was hard to find was completely gone.
The most important thing is that after he finally coaxed He Qing to agree to himself, it was only a little time. He even wondered whether He Qing had returned home for an hour, so he easily decided to break up the two.
Song Chuanjin couldn't understand.
The teenager loved him since childhood, and he was so protected in the company last time. He clearly liked himself.
He arrogantly believed that as long as he spoke, He Qing would be like a moth puffing up the fire, surrounding him.
With his eyes closed, he opened the door of the house.
What I saw was darkness, which was abnormal.
Father Song is a face-loving person. Every day at home, the lights are bright, and the servants have to stand guard.
Song Chuanjin fumbled to turn on the light and called him.
"I'll take you to travel with your brother and aunt. If you don't say anything, your aunt calls me."
There was a perfunctory call over there, and in the empty big living room, only Song Chuanjin was standing alone.
He always had a warm expression in this nobody's home, and he finally completely cooled down.
It's no longer his home here, so what's so soft.
He turned his eyes soberly, looking at the family portrait hanging on the table.
one two Three.
Without him.

After Mingzhe's confession, the teenager was pleasantly surprised to find that he really obeyed himself and was no longer as harsh as usual.
After Happiness took the opportunity to make a lot of requests, He Qing wandered in the sea of ​​books and read the book for five days happily.
On the fifth day, he was biting a sweet potato and lying on the bed reading a book. When he saw the man pushing the door open, he walked in with a ugly face.
The teenager lying on the bed froze for a moment, and hurriedly pushed his two slender legs straight on the bed. His round eyes were full of vigilance and looked at the man with vigilance.
"I just got a little sleepy and lay on the bed, and only lie down for a little while, really only for a little while."
Mingzhe stood by the door and saw the young man's painstaking explanation. He was dull and said slowly, "A Qing, your aunt has an accident."
He Qing Leng was in place.
The bodies of Aunt He Xiao and Father Song have not yet been transported back, but the funeral has begun to prepare. When Ming Zhe took He Qing past, he saw that his eyes were full of black, and his expression was full of tired Song Chuanjin.
His eyes were very red. When he saw them coming, he twitched his mouth reluctantly, "Uncle Ming, A Qing, you are here."
The teenager cried for a long time. He wiped his tears and chuckled and asked, "What the is going on, isn't Auntie talking about traveling?"
Song Chuanjin lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, "On the way back, I encountered a car accident."
Another car accident--
Mom and Dad, also because of a car accident...
He Qing's feet were soft and he almost didn't fall. Fortunately, the man beside him helped him in time.
Because Aunt He has been trying his best to please, He Qing has a deep affection for her. Although the two of them broke up last time, since then, Aunt He has not given up and called him from time to time to contact him.
When I heard this bad news, I couldn't help tears.
Mingzhe supported the teenager, a pair of sharp eyes flashed across the haggard Song Chuanjin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said nothing.
He Qing was crying, suddenly thinking of something, and suddenly looked up, "Cousin!"
Song Chuanjin said, "I was sent to the hospital for rescue. The doctor said that it is very likely that the rescue will not come back. There is no news yet."
Speaking of this half-brother, the expression on his face did not mourn, which makes sense, after all, the two are not mother.
Mingzhe had doubts in his heart, but said nothing. He went to someone to understand the situation, and learned that Song Chuanjin was calling Father Song at that time and asked when they would come back.
In the middle of a conversation, a car accident happened. Song Song reported the address to Song Chuanjin and asked for help. Song Chuanjin called the police and rushed over before the police to rescue his seriously injured younger brother.
Father Song and Mother Song were buried directly in the flames because of the car explosion.
Everything was reasonable and the monitoring did not see the other, as if this time was really a perfect accident.
Mingzhe still has doubts in his mind, but if it is really Song Chuanjin, he does not need to expedite Zhou Zhang's rescue of his younger brother. If he is saved, Song Chuanjin's benefits will be greatly reduced.
The man was wondering what He Qing didn't know. Aunt He Xiao's face was completely burnt. Mingzhe didn't let him see it, but took him to the coffin.
This alone is enough to make the teenager sad.
He cried out of breath, and relatively speaking, Song Chuanjin, who was numb and kneeling on the ground, seemed a bit cold.
After the worship, He Qing's eyes were red and swollen, leaning on the man, his voice choked, "Uncle, I have only you."
Mingzhe didn't have a good impression of Aunt He. After hearing the young man's sad and sad tone, his heart softened, hugged him, and patted his back comfortably.
"Good boy, your uncle has always been there and will always be with you."
"Uh, uh..."
The teenager sobbed and nodded, burying his head in the man's arms.
Song Chuanjin stood up, added paper money to the brazier, and saw the young man hiding in the man's arms and crying, his eyes dimmed.
【Ding! Song Chuanjin's favor: 93, please host to work harder
He Qing wiped all her tears on the man's clothes, and stared at Song Chuanjin with red eyes.
[This time, He Qing didn’t help him with his own shares. Can you say that he can accept the company smoothly? 】
[Unlikely] Indifferent response from the system, [Host, pay attention to ooc]
[I pay attention to how to complete the task if you really follow the original trajectory. 】
The system pondered for two seconds and found what he said made sense, so he kept meditating.
He Qing looked at Song Chuanjin, his back slightly bent, as if exhausted, and occasionally looking at Song Fu's spirit position, his eyes were also sad.
What a filial son, I can't see at all, it was he who killed his own biological father and stepmother.
He Qing always felt that the original track should be Song Chuanjin's struggle history.
His mother died prematurely, his talents were brilliant, his father married his stepmother, and the stepmother gave birth to a younger brother.
Everything is not good for him, but he can kill a blood from it.
As the system said, the decision He Qing made at the beginning deviated from the original child.
He chose Mingzhe, and the young child who lost his parents chose Aunt He.
He Qing, who was a young boy, didn't have a good time at Aunt He Xiao's house. Instead of sneaking out like this world, he was stared by the young Huang Mao on his way home from school.
The child who didn't understand anything was just being killed for an hour.
Aunt He Xiao discovered this and chose to pretend not to know anything. It was the teacher who discovered this during the physical examination, which eventually led Ming Zhe to bring Xiao He Qing back.
In this case, Song Chuanjin has always played the intimate big brother, let the little, little He Qing who did not get a little love on the aunt, trust him more.
Later, He Qing, who was regarded as the only heir by Ming Zhe, was pursued by Song Chuanjin. Like the previous deceit, he coaxed the young man who knew nothing but also had a low self-esteem, and promised him.
Song Chuanjin killed Aunt Song He Xiaoyi, but after being found out, he pushed all the blame to He Qing, who was just an adult.
And He Qing also naively decided to blame him. Mingzhe spent a lot of time and energy to rescue him, proving his innocence.
The teenager was sick and tired. He put on new clothes and went to his lover happily.
Then I saw him who had inherited the company and married his deputy daughter.
He returned home and knelt in front of Mingzhe's room all night.
Early the next morning, when it was dawning, he jumped from the roof.
He was charged with murder, and Mingzhe was charged with saving him. He naively believed that Mingzhe could be free from those opinions only if he died.
He Qing saw the last scene.
The teenager stood on the roof and said.
"Uncle, sorry."
He has been robbed of everything, and in the end, only apologies remain.
He Qing opened his eyes again, which was the indifferent look of Mingzhe holding him.
He hugged the man tightly and his childish voice was hoarse.
"Dad said, let me follow my uncle."

He Qinghong focused his eyes and threw paper money into the brazier.
Song Chuanjin came over, and he stood beside the boy with a tired voice. "I've been thinking about what it would look like if your custody rights belonged to my aunt."
The teenager turned his head to look at him, with a choked voice in his voice, "Brother..."
Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He looked at the teenager with a wry smile and said stupidly, "If we grew up together, would you like me?"
Seeing He Qing not answering, he continued, "Actually, I regret very much. I regret that when you were 15 years old and found your feelings for you, you avoided it. If I chose to tell you at that time, maybe it is not the case now. ..."
He Qing wiped her tears and said, "I wasn't yet an adult at that time."
Unexpectedly, he answered this way, Song Chuanjin froze for a few seconds before reacting.
"Yes, at that time, I was young and immature..."
"A Qing, I just lost all my loved ones. I really don't want to lose you anymore. Can you stay and stay with me, just tonight, OK?"
Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of pleadings, and the tiredness on his face was heavy, not at all like the warm young man the teenager usually knew.
He Qing hesitated.
He opened his mouth and hadn't had time to speak. The man's cold voice came from the door, "A Qing, leave."
He Qing responded subconsciously, and showed a sorry look to the person who was looking at himself, "I'm sorry brother, I have to go."
After talking, he passed Song Chuanjin's side, and he was going to Mingzhe.
He grabbed him violently with both hands and exerted his strength.
The teenager frowned, hearing Song Chuanjin's low voice, full of pleading, full of pity.
"A Qing, please..."
He knows that the teenager is soft-hearted and eats this most.
He Qing really hesitated. He pursed his lips and looked back at him hesitantly.
Mingzhe's eyebrows tightened even more, and he walked over directly, holding the boy in his arms, and when he saw his pain, he loosened his hands.
"Go."
"Oh." The teenager embraced the man's arm obediently and apologized to Song Chuanjin, "Brother, I will see you tomorrow."
Song Chuanjin stood on the spot, watching the teenager follow the man's footsteps, walked away a little bit, the slender figure slowly went away.
Holding the coffin's hand, he slowly exerted his strength.
Full of bloodshot eyes, gloomy.
Do you have to leave even you?
The more he wanted to leave him, the more he was trapped.
Song Chuanjin stood straight, expressionless, and threw all the remaining paper money into it.
--boom!
So much paper money was thrown in, a dull sound was made, and the brazier was so dull that it did not burn again.
The young man was pulled into the car by a disgruntled man and sat in the car. He Qing didn't realize he was angry at all, still looking at the car window worriedly.
"Brother is so pitiful..."
Mingzhe tried his best to suppress his anger and asked him coldly, "Do you still want to be with him?"
"I thought a little." The teenager nodded.
He dare to think!
The man almost ripped off the steering wheel. While he was full of anger, he heard the young man's soft, choking voice.
"But I want my uncle to accompany me more."
Ming Zhe froze, seeing the teenager turned his eyes with red eyes and plunged into his arms, "Uncle, do you say that I am really a killer?"
The man's face softened just because of his behavior, "Who told you so?"
He had to ask the man to settle the account.
"No."
The teenager’s voice was soft, full of trust, and a little confused, "I watched it on TV."
"Mom and dad are gone, and my aunt is gone. I might really love my family, otherwise why..."
His head was knocked suddenly, and the teenager held his head, and he raised his eyes, "What are you doing, uncle!"
"If you're a real cracker, why don't you crack me too!"
Mingzhe blackened his face and said seriously, "Speaking of it, I'm much closer than your aunt."
The juvenile deflated, and had some unwilling excuses, "I am talking about blood relatives. I have no blood relationship with my uncle."
Only when there is a blood relationship is it a big deal!
The man touched his little head, and the magnetic voice coaxed, "Five days later, our relationship should change."
"Uncle!" The teenager was still crying, and at the moment his face couldn't help but red, and he opened the man's hand angrily.
"What are you talking about!"
Mingzhe was not annoyed to see him angry.
If he had been upset about the relationship between the two before, then after a few days, the teenager comfortably enjoyed his service, and after having a great time in it, he was completely relieved.
As long as he is an adult, he can be with people he likes without hesitation.
After the words just now, there was less sorrow in the boy's heart. He lay on the window, "I just think that I am a person without relatives."
"After that, he turned his head alertly and glanced at the man again, "Uncle, you don't count. "
"Okay, I don't count."
Mingzhe felt distressed when he saw his small appearance. Although he really did not look down on Aunt He, the other party did diligently and diligently play a good elder for ten years, which made A Qing feel maternal love.
He thought about it and suggested, "Actually, there are many relatives in your family. Do you want to..."
"No."
The boy deflated, "I have an uncle."
"Uncle, drive fast, I'm going home to see my flowers."
Ming Zhe opened the car along with him and asked, "What kind of flower are you looking at?"
Five days ago, the boy suddenly came back with a mysteriously holding a pot of unflowered flowers, hiding in the flower room and waiting carefully every day. The carefully treated appearance made the man unstoppable.
He hasn't been treated like this by A Qing yet.
He Qing pursed her lips, revealing two dimples, and urged without asking, "Uncle, drive quickly."
This is not the time when I just didn't want to leave.
Despite complaining on the face, the man drove back home with no complaints.
As soon as he got home, the teenager ran off the car and rushed upstairs, and the housekeeper who was greeted in the future was startled.
Carrying the warm milk prepared for the teenager in doubt, he asked curiously, "What's the matter, Master?"
Ming Zhe took off his coat and glanced at the teenager running up the stairs spoiledly, "Leave him alone and let him relax."
In the end still lost loved ones.
Upstairs, the teenager ran to the flower room with red eyes, crossed the beautiful flowers in the room, and reached the top.
Carefully open the lock and hug the flower pot with a small bone in it.
He touched the leaves carefully, with hope in his eyes.
It's been a good time, and he must be an adult by the time it blooms.
When the time comes, he will give this uncle to give his uncle, so that the uncle will become his loved ones.
The teenager hid in the corner of the flower room, holding the flower carefully, his face full of hope for the future.