Chapter 93: Little pitiful, forced love (6)

Wen Hui, as he said, seemed to have really changed back to the gentle, easy-to-talk Mr. Wen.
He will write down all the things that teenagers like, and he will help him to solve his worries carefully. He Qing can obviously feel that Wen Hui looked at him with soft love.
If it was He Qing, he would be very happy that Mr. Wen also likes himself, but after experiencing a nightmare like that, after experiencing Wen Hui breaking into his life again and waving ink, the teenager can no longer believe him.
He is like a puppet with no thought, driven by a man with a photo representing humiliation.
The two were like normal lovers, walking and eating, but only Wen Hui was immersed in it.
"A Qing..." After softening for almost a week, the teenager's attitude was still lukewarm, and the man couldn't sit still.
He gently held the boy's hand, and under his reflective stiffness, he asked softly, "Take me to see my aunt."
The teenager who had always been cold to him was alert, "What are you doing?"
Obviously, the brows were cold and right, but Wen Hui's heart was uncontrollably dyed with joy. In the past few days, no matter how gentle he is, the teenager will always look expressionless, and his eyes will never slack off. , And now there is finally a reaction!
Before obviously, even if he said a word casually, the young man's eyes would be connected with bright eyes, and he looked at him, always full of simple love, making people want to draw...
Wen Hui's hands could not help but tighten, obviously so vigorous as to make people cry, He Qing white face, but refused to say a word.
When the man responded, he even let go of his hands in a panic. "I'm sorry A Qing, I didn't mean it. I'll take a look..."
The fair-skinned hands were reddened, and the teenager's face was still numb. He looked at the man nervously, and repeatedly asked, "What the do you want to do!"
He can accept Wenhui threatening himself, but not his threatening mother.
It was obviously a pity, but the boy looked at him with such distrustful eyes. Although he had already been psychologically prepared, Wen Hui was still bitter.
The gentle man let go of his hand a little embarrassedly and stiffly, "Sorry A Qing..." His expression was lonely, "I just want to see if your hand is hurt..."
He knew that he should no longer have illusions about this man, but when he saw his face hurt, the young man couldn't help but tremble.
He withdrew his hand violently, his lips stubbornly refused to speak again.
He didn't speak, and under the eyes of Wen Hui, who looked down at the teenager, said softly, "A Qing, I've already thought about it. The aunt's illness is not effectively treated in China. We go abroad, and you can continue to go to school. ."
"Relax, all the expenses will be borne by me. As long as the aunt can be cured, we can work harder."
Hearing that the mother could be healed, the teenager's hands suddenly tightened, and the light in his eyes burst out, but soon, gradually disappeared with the words of the man.
"No, the doctor has said that my mother is much better and I can maintain it myself."
Seeing that he did not agree, Wen Hui's eyes were full of worry. He stepped forward and gently supported the young man's shoulders, "A Qing, you have worked so hard these years. Let me take care of you and your aunt, OK?"
The magnetic voice of a gentle man is in the ear, He Qing seems to be back to that day, the same is the case of the man, gently holding his shoulder.
"A Qing, I still have a painting that requires you to be a model. Can you help me?"
The teenager who was full of trust in the man smiled and agreed, "Okay."
After opening the door that had never been inside, it was a month of darkness.
And now, a few years later, the man said so softly, "When we go abroad, we can get married, we can hold a wedding..."
Wen Hui's hand was knocked down. The teenager recalled the past and tried to restrain his trembling body, looking at him with red eyes, "What is your purpose?"
The man was startled, "What?"
"What do you want to do to me, it's fair to say, anyway, I can't resist, am I?"
His voice was trembling, and he choked, "A few days ago, you still treated me like that, and now you suddenly change your attitude, saying you have no purpose, I don't believe it!"
The confusion on Wen Hui's face fell, and he stepped forward, holding the person in his arms despite the stiffness of the teenager, and a soft tone rang gently in his ear, "A Qing, I was wrong before, I didn't control myself, I just miss you too much."
"A Qing left without saying hello. Do you know how sad I am?"
"I really want to be nice to you."
In the ear of the teenager trembling, the man said softly, "It doesn't matter, my love for you, you will see it slowly."

Bao Bao followed the man out again.
Yan Bei stood at the bridge with a cold face, watching the two enter the school together and couldn't help but sneer.
It's been a week and I'm tired of being together every day. Do these two people want to tell them that they are together?
Looking at the hands they held together from afar, Yan Bei's jealous eyes were almost red. He could only take advantage of people's sleep every night while sneaking on the duvet cover. Why could this Wenhui touch her hands brightly and honestly?
He Qing's vigilance is getting higher and higher these days, and he is sleeping late. Yan Bei hasn't tried it yet, but he hasn't done much yet. Similar.
In the big night, there is a whine cry in the ear, acting as a ghost film!
Yan Bei had to stubbornly stop, obediently wait for someone to fall asleep before going to take advantage of it, so fighting for a week, he was refreshingly touched, lack of sleep hung two dark circles every day, only classes Up to sleep.
Because of this, Yan Bei was caught many times by his uncle.
Here he wanted to hold He Qing to sleep insomnia, but the man over there could easily get He Qing.
The more I thought about it, the less reconciled I was, with two big dark circles, Yan Beiyin faced, standing at the bridge and looking at the two.
A few fox friends came over, "Well, buddy, what are you looking at so hard, there are beautiful women over there?"
"Where is it, where is the beauty?"
Several people were here to make a fuss, Yan Bei's face was getting darker and darker, and he stared at him over there. He gritted his teeth and asked, "I ask you, if you want to touch someone, he will not touch it, what should I do."
The Hupeng dog friends were stunned for a while, and then hey hey laughed, and one of them said, "You just have to turn her into your girlfriend. Just think about it."
"Yan Bei, who do you like again? School flower or class flower?"
"Is that the one in the class..."
In the ear, a few people ridiculed, but Yan Bei felt a sudden and cheerful feeling.
Yes, he can completely chase people as he did to his girlfriends in the past, and he can touch as many as he wants!
As for what he sees now, the relationship between the new teacher and He Qing seems to be a lover, how about that?
If he grabs it, it's his!
That counselor is so timid, as long as he is a little bit better for him, it is estimated that he will immediately gratefully agree to come down.
When he becomes his own person, he must hug and sleep every night!
【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 65, please host to make persistent efforts. 】
He Qing opened the door of the classroom and looked at the person sitting next to him, Yan Bei, why did he come?
[Here comes, he is here! It's not far from Beibei to brush my shoes. 】
Under the confused vision of the teenager, Yan Bei sat up quickly, with a smile on his face, patting the position next to him, "He Qing, come here!"
Panicked by his diligent look, he moved hesitantly. After sitting down, the teenager hid his hand under the table and sat down to the right in anxiety.
Watching him move the chair to try to stay away from him, Yan Bei felt uncomfortable, and almost couldn't help but coldly murder him, fortunately, he reacted before the murderous expression came out.
He squeezed out a smile, moved the chair shamelessly and rubbed it to the right. With He Qing's face full of tension, he carefully pulled out an egg from his pocket.
"Here, I brought you from the cafeteria. Haven't you liked eating eggs before? You haven't seen you eat these days."
Yan Bei remembered it so clearly, because there were a few teenagers who brought eggs to the bedroom to eat. He smelled uncomfortable and would drive people out to let him eat outside. They were allowed to enter the house after eating.
Later, when He Qing ate anything else, he would only enter after finishing outside in the bedroom.
Think of it this way, he seemed to be a bit bad for He Qing before, no wonder he refused to touch his hand.
Looking at the egg in front of him, the teenager raised his eyes a little hesitantly and looked carefully at him, "For me?"
"Yes!" Yan Bei smiled with a goodwill on his face, and pushed the egg to the teenager's side. "Hurry up. Have you not eaten breakfast today?"
Facing the roommate who changed his attitude suddenly, the teenager was cautious and frightened. He shook his head carefully and refused softly, "Thank you, I have eaten."
Eat it, eat it with that old man!
Yan Bei almost couldn't help turning his smile into a terrible grin. He squeezed the egg's hand hard and endured his anger, so he had to cram the egg into the boy's hand.
"Then you keep eating at night, don't you love eggs at night?"
"Don't be polite, I used to be violent to you, just as the egg was compensated."
He Qing weakly refused to tell Yan Bei to turn a blind eye, and in the end, the boy was stuffed with an egg with a blank face.
The egg was already cold, but Yan Bei had been cuddling it in his pocket, and it seemed to bring some warmth.
The teenager was flattered by holding eggs. He didn’t really like to eat eggs, but because they were cheap and able to supplement their nutrition, he only ate them every day.
It's just that he didn't expect that he didn't like his Yan Bei at all. He could actually know that he ate eggs every day.
Despite the unpleasant quarrel between the two before, He Qing was still grateful for Yan Bei's heart. He pursed his delicate lips and was a little embarrassed, "Thank you..."
"No thanks, if you like it, I will buy it for you every day!"
Hearing this, he had to say that He Qing was very happy. He smiled a little shyly at Yan Bei, "No, thank you."
Until the teenager solemnly and a little happy to carefully collect the eggs, Yan Bei was still immersed in that smile a little bit unable to recover.
Not to mention, this kind of counseling is really a bit pretty to smile, and it is not much worse than his ex-girlfriend at school.
It's a pity, why is it a man? If this is a girl, even for his good skin, Yan Bei is willing to marry someone back.
However, He Qing is too coaxing, just an egg, and forget the previous anger?
【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 70】
The teenager gently lowered his eyes, and there was still joy left in his eyes.
He is not so coaxing, but just lacks goodwill.
From a young age, no one helped him. Everyone sighed a little. This child is really pitiful. It's a pity.
When he grows up a little, because he doesn't like talking, he wears shabby clothes, others will tremble with a little louder, no one in the class is willing to take care of him.
For countless days and nights, he imagined that such a person appeared, he would talk to himself gently, would help him analyze various problems together, and would help him to take medicine when he was sick and had a high fever .
But in fact, his most thrilling illness was that he had a high fever and was unable to move. His father went out to drink, and his mother was working overtime. He wanted to get out of bed and take medicine, but he fainted on the ground.
Until the next day, my mother didn't come back. My father came back. When he saw him lying on the ground, he angrily kicked him to let him cook.
He Qing didn't know how he survived.
I have never met warmth, so only after meeting Wen Hui, I got stuck in trust and opened the door.
Carefully touched the egg in his pocket, the boy restrained the joy in his heart, looked at the podium, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
He only thought it was Yan Bei's compensation for the previous period. Unexpectedly, after class, the roommate came downstairs and came back, but he was holding a lot of snacks.
Waola la pour snacks on He Qing's table, watching him bewildered with round eyes, Yan Bei endured the desire to reach out and coughed, "we eat together."
The teenager was stunned, quite confused, "No, no more..."
"You're welcome, aren't we roommates? Come! This potato chip is for you."
Yan Bei opened the potato chips bag, took out a piece of potato chips, and put them naturally on the lips of the teenager, "Open your mouth!"
Staring at him staring blankly, the teenager opened his mouth slightly, Yan Bei put the potato chips in his mouth, but his fingers touched the teenager's soft lips intentionally or unintentionally.
He Qing didn't notice the first time he had eaten potato chips, but Yan Bei was very excited.
How could his lips feel better than fingers!
Soft and moist, Yan Bei dropped his hand casually, but his eyes floated away secretly, looking at the teenager's lips that kept opening and closing, only to find that his lips were very beautiful.
He Qing really eats potato chips for the first time. It can be said that from childhood to age, other children always eat snacks, but he has never eaten them.
In the past, it was because his father would not let him eat it, but later it was because he was reluctant to pay for it, so this was the first time he had eaten potato chips.
"Yanbei..."
The young man's eyes are bright, his mouth is smiling, and his eyes are curved, "Thank you..."
Yan Bei stared at him stunnedly. I didn't know why. Suddenly he felt a little guilt in his heart, but soon this guilt was covered by the coolness of having a pillow.
He waved his hand widely, "You're welcome."
【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 72】
Click, click...
Chewing on the delicious potato chips, the boy's eyes were full of satisfaction, [shoe brushing! Brush your shoes now! 】