Chapter 181: Little pitiful, cultivated (22)

There were two people lying on the bed. The handsome man was naked to the top, and he held a beautiful woman with closed eyes and fell asleep. The woman turned her back and exposed her clean back.
The pupil in He Qing's beautiful big eyes narrowed sharply, staring at the very shocking scene in front of him.
"what!"
Standing behind him, Song Chuanjin screamed in surprise, then quickly closed the door and pulled out the stunned teenager.
"It seems that Uncle Ming has something to do, otherwise don't wake him up." The smile on his face was slightly embarrassing, and when he saw the teenager dumbfounded, he coughed and asked him with some worry.
"A Qing, are you okay?"
With that said, he seemed suddenly, and quickly said, "Don't worry, in fact, at the age of Uncle Ming, there are always women around him, but he hasn't married for so many years, and he will definitely not marry in the future."
Song Chuanjin said, holding out his hand like he was going to appease the young boy, "Come on, I will show you the potted flower."
His hand was slammed open.
The teenager's eyes were red, he kicked the door open after kicking him away, and walked in.
Wow!
The door made a loud noise, Qiao Qianwo was in the man's arms, her closed eyes trembling for a moment, and her heart was a little nervous.
Didn't Song Chuanjin explain to him that Zhe Yang's child was so timid and weak?
Shouldn’t he avoid such a situation when he sees this kind of scene?
Why dare to kick the door, just a nephew, she is not afraid of Mingzhe blaming him for wrongdoing?
However, what surprised Qiao Qian was still behind.
He Qing straightly picked up the cup on the table and entered the bathroom. It took only three seconds to receive the water, and came directly to the bed. The cold water splashed on the handsome man's face.
Mingzhe's sharp brows were frowning, but he still didn't open his eyes.
The teenager was so angry that he dropped the cup directly on the ground and reached out to hit him. The original soft voice was full of anger at the moment, "Get up! You get me up!"
"A Qing, A Qing, don't make trouble..." Song Chuanjin didn't think that the young boy whose adopted character was delicate was actually the reaction, and he hurried forward to stop him.
Afraid of waking Mingzhe, he could only suppress his voice and seduce him. "Uncle Ming is not married. It is normal to find a woman or two to relieve him. You are not his biological son, so don't interfere."
"Go away!"
Anyone who knows how to speak softly to him at this moment is like an angry lion cub. He pushes Song Chuanjin away, and he does not look unprepared. He is almost staggered and fell down. Greet the sleeping man.
Hit, pinch, lift the quilt and throw the pillow.
A teenager who has grown up so long and has never had conflicts with others seems to be ignorant of himself, and he greets Mingzhe with all his strength.
Being tossed like this, even the dead can wake up.
Mingzhe only felt a splitting headache, and there were also pains all over his body. It seemed that A Qing's voice came from his ears. He frowned and opened his eyes reluctantly. The first picture he saw was a teenager's claws and dancing claws.
"Get up! Get up!"
He Qing's eyes were red and his face was full of anger, shaking the man's body vigorously.
Mingzhe was shaken by his dizziness, and he hadn't figured out what happened yet. His voice was magnetically hoarse, and he stretched out his hands to hug the teenager. "What's wrong, A Qing? Have a nightmare?"
As soon as he said this, he realized something was wrong, and his memory returned, and the man's eyebrows grew tighter.
The teenager who was just like a hairy hedgehog just heard his voice and cried out at once.
He sobbed and hit the man at once, "What are you doing! What are you doing with this woman!"
Obviously he first liked it.
He also confessed first.
The young man was wronged and angry. Why did he go? He didn't make a mistake. The mistake was obviously an uncle!
Even if it is gone, that person should not be him!
His hands became weaker and weaker. He saw the man frowning and not speaking, and he felt even more angry.
"I hate you the most, don't like you anymore!"
After he shouted, he shook off the man's hand and ran out of the room crying.
This is He Qing. He was nurtured by Mingzhe and could not bear the grievances at all, nor could he think of giving in to the woman.
All of a sudden, there was only Mingzhe in the room who wanted to catch the teenager but didn't catch it, Song Chuanjin who was embarrassed standing in place, and Qiao Qian who never dared to open his eyes because his eyes were tense.
Mingzhe's eyes fixed on the teenager leaving, his brain gradually sobered up, and his body slowly gained strength. He frowned and slowly propped up.
Looking sideways, I really saw a woman. That vice looks, is Song Chuanjin's assistant?
His cold eyes flicked over Song Chuanjin and lifted the quilt. Sure enough, his lower body was still well-dressed.
Mingzhe picked up the clothes on the ground, endured a headache, and put on his hands steadily.
When he was neatly dressed, his eyes met with Song Chuanjin, who had been watching him with an obscure look.
"You're smart, but unfortunately, it's useless on the right path."
He carried his coat and walked away steadily. From beginning to end, he hadn't looked at the pretty woman on the bed except when he got up.
Song Chuanjin stared at the slender man's back, his hands falling on both sides clenched tightly, and his mouth was almost bitten to bleed.
Why it came out like this!
A Qing, does he really believe in Mingzhe?
In other words, as long as he trusts, he will continue to trust.
What if that person is him?
【Ding! Song Chuanjin's favor: 95】
-"Boom!"
The housekeeper opened the door in confusion and saw the teenager standing outside with red eyes. He asked in surprise, "Master, what about the driver? Didn't he come out with you?"
"I got back in a taxi."
He Qinghong's eyes narrowed, his voice choked, and he walked in vigorously, "Help me pack things, I'm going."
"Go? Are you going to travel?"
The butler followed the teenager and asked worriedly, "How did the young master cry?"
The lights turned on from behind, and He Qing turned around with red eyes. When he saw the luxury car was coming in, he turned around and ran away.
"Master! Master!"
The butler shouted a few times and did not get a response. He was hesitant to catch up. The car door behind him opened, Mingzhe came down, and followed quickly.
"Eh, sir?"
The butler was even more embarrassed, and the driver got out of the car. "Butler, can I still drive in this car?"
No matter how bad his health is, He Qing is still a young man. He runs very fast. Mingzhe follows behind him, only to have time to see a door that has been locked.
He stood at the door and shouted, but the teenager refused to say anything, but the man turned and left.
The teenager who seemed to be taking clothes into the closet was actually stunned.
Actually just left!
The tears that hadn't been restrained all the time fell down big and big, he held a pile of clothes and sat on the bed crying wronged.
He also said that he liked him and said he had been waiting for him.
Is that how you like it!
The crying too engaged teenager did not hear the sound of using the key to open the door outside, it was uncomfortable, and behind him suddenly came the sound of a man's magnetic sound, "Don't cry."
""
He Qing was frightened by the sudden sound, and even the crying was stopped. He turned around and saw Mingzhe, his mouth collapsed, "Close you, hiccup... what is your hiccup!"
...Was scared to hiccup.
The boy was stunned by his intermittent voice for a second, and when he saw the smile in the man's eyes, he became even more annoyed.
He stretched out his long white tender fingers and pointed angrily at Mingzhe, "Go and find, hiccup, find a woman!"
Mingzhe looked at the young man he raised with one hand. His white face was crying at the moment, his beautiful eyes were full of tears, frowned, and his face was accused and wronged.
This is the child he raised, and today, he is an adult.
He was jealous because of that woman, because he was angry.
"What do you see...hiccups! What are you looking at! I'm not hiccuping because of you!" He Qing was clever from childhood, but the small appearance of indulgence still made Mingzhe love it.
He coaxed softly, "Then will I cure you, OK?"
"Why, hiccup! How to cure!" He Qing stared at him suspiciously.
"like this……"
The man slowly leaned over and gently grabbed the boy's shoulder.
After He Qing was wary of wide and round eyes, Ming Zhe bowed his head and covered his ruddy lips.
After a few breaths, with love in his eyes, his thin lips slowly left the already dizzy teenager, "Don't hiccup anymore?"
The teenager foolishly opened his ruddy lips, and it took a long time to find the small, tender tongue that had been kissed.
Being so scared, it seems that it really does not hiccup.
The brain-down boy thought in a trance.
Three seconds later, he suddenly reacted again, "Is it a problem not to hiccup now? Now it's you... um..."
For a moment, Mingzhe left the lips of the confused eyes, and his eyes were filled with tenderness, "I love you."
"You liar! You... umm..."
"..."
"I tell you, don't think you can just do this... um!"
On the fourth time, He Qing, who had been kissed so badly, immediately covered his mouth with his hand as soon as he left the man's lips, screaming vaguely in angrily, "No more!"
"Okay, don't come."
Mingzhe chuckled and embraced the slender waist of the teenager, and the magnetic voice was low, as if deliberately flicking.
"A Qing, I really love you so much and love love..."
The boy was blushing, and while guarding his lips vigilantly, he said angrily, "You love me and that woman..."
"No, it was she who calculated me, and we had nothing." The man explained.
"How do you prove it!"
What Mingzhe waited for was this sentence. In his arms was the soft body of the teenager. The tip of his nose seemed to be fainted with milk, sweet and greasy. He just wanted people to indulge in and never come out again.
"A Qing, you come to check it, you know."
The man's nice voice entered his ear, and the teenager looked up with some hesitation, "How to check this?"
"Come on, I will teach you."
Mingzhe's lips fell on the ear of the teenager, and the magnetic voice smiled softly, very sexy.
He Qing followed the man doubtfully and lay down slowly.

In the hospital, the intensive care unit
In just a few days, the child thinned into a bone opened his eyes violently, his eyes full of terror.