The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

The kitchen was full of sunshine. The man hummed and happily cooked the dishes in the pot. The whole kitchen was full of joy.

He didn't cook at first, but for the two to eat Chinese national cuisine abroad, Wen Hui, who hadn't taken anything else except the paintbrush, picked up the spatula and learned a lot of dishes.

There are still some unskilled, but he has worked hard.

After the dishes were fried, Wen Hui was careful about what he suddenly thought of, turning his head to see that the stew pot was gurgling out of the soup. He immediately grabbed the lid with his bare hands in anxiety, and the pain quickly swept the man's fingers.

He gritted his teeth to fix the soup again, and then went to rinse the hot spot with cold water. The well-maintained fingers were hot and red, and they were still hurting.

The man didn't care, he put the dishes on the plate and brought them to the room.

"A Qing, here for dinner."

Wen Hui stepped forward and put the meals in front of the teenager.

He Qing was pale, sitting on the bed as if stunned, Wen Hui saw it, a trace of pity in his eyes, walked over to sit next to him, and gently leaned the teenager on himself.

"A Qing, eat quickly, be careful not to starve your stomach."

He is full of love, and carefully put the vegetables on He Qing's lips. The teenager did not respond, and his pale lips did not mean to open at all.

The man was not angry, just scooped another spoonful of soup, and gently blown it to the lips of the teenager. "You don't eat now, and Yan Bei won't be distressed. He said you are disgusting, and he doesn't like you at all. "

"A Qing, only I like you, you only have me."

【Ding! Wen Hui likes: 99, yoyoyo victory is in front, the host continues to work hard! 】

The teenager shook his eyelashes and gently looked up at the man. His eyes were very beautiful, always with a trace of innocence that fascinated Wen Hui, but at the moment, these eyes were full of holes.

It was obviously caused by one's own hands, and it was expected long ago, but the moment he saw the look in his eyes, Wen Hui's heart hurt.

His ribs hurt, how could he not hurt?

With a grin, the man handed the spoon to the lips of the teenager, "Drink it, you haven't eaten all day."

He Qing raised his eyes and looked at the man. After Wen Hui was seen nervously holding his breath, he turned his head away, "I'm not hungry."

"From last night to now, you haven't even drunk, how can you not be hungry!"

Seeing the boy's body motionless, there was no response at all, and the man realized that he was not right, he quickly calmed down, and said softly, "A Qing, don't make fun of your body, drink it quickly."

There was a man's urging sound in his ear. The boy turned his head with a wooden face, his eyelashes drooped, and looked at the spoon in the man's hand. "Why do you want me to drink this bowl of soup?"

Wen Hui was stunned, and before answering, he heard the young man's hoarse voice full of numbness, "What are you putting here?"

The man's eyes were fixed, and he hardly believed his ears. He froze for a while before he heard his obscure voice asking, "A Qing, what do you say...?"

"I ask you, what's in it." As if the man's frozen expression wasn't seen, the teenager repeated it calmly.

Before the man answered, he looked at the man numbly, "You don't have to worry, I won't run."

So, don’t bother me so much.

Wen Hui shook his hand holding the spoon, and the pain caused by the soup spilling on his red fingers was not noticeable.

He looked at the teenager's eyes, and the smile on his mouth could not last, "A Qing, I didn't put anything, you believe me."

"If you don't eat anything, your body will really collapse."

For the man, the teenager just glanced at him lightly, not seeing whether he believed it or not, "I'm not hungry."

"When will you shut me down."

Wen Hui had a sudden pain in his hand. He lowered his head and packed up the things on the table. "I have completed the formalities and we will be able to go abroad soon."

"No one knows us there. We can live again. You can go to school again. When we get old, we can adopt a few children..."

His beautiful enjoyment was interrupted by the teenager, "I want to see my mother."

Wen Hui was stunned, and quickly appeased, "Auntie was buried in the cemetery. If you want Aqing, we can take the auntie away and pick a new cemetery abroad, okay?"

"No, just here."

He Qing's reaction was very plain. I don't know why. The more plain he was, the more uneasy Wenhui's heart was. He barely laughed, "A Qing, the dish is hot. Let me help you?"

The teenager did not respond, and Wen Hui became more and more panicked. He came out of the room and thought about picking up his mobile phone to call the psychologist.

"What the hell, you say it again!"

The tone of the friend made the man's heart more and more uneasy. He repeated his words, and there immediately came a voice of hate and iron.

"Are you brain-free? The metaphor I made for you is that he was abused by his father when he was a child and developed a character that depends on others, so it is said to be tussock grass, but you have seen the big tree that the tussock climbs on is dead, Is it alive by itself?"

For a moment, Wen Hui's brain was stunned. He held the phone's hand hard, and said in a deep voice, "But he didn't transfer this dependence to another person..."

"That also depends on others, not on you, brother!" My friend was about to die silently, "People just lost a host, they are already vulnerable, you went to cut another host, you are not forcing him to die ?"

"You are equivalent to severing the lifeline on both sides of the clam shell. The lifeline is broken. Can people still live?"

"Okay, I guess you will be mad right away. I told you to cure you before. Now I want to treat it too late. While you are not mad, let's get close to each other. Don't come to me in the future and hang up. Bye."

After the psychiatrist simply hung up the phone, the woman next to him looked up with dissatisfaction, "Who is it?"

"A patient is not sick."

"Leave him alone, come on..."

After dropping the phone and pressing it on the woman, the psychologist, who had no medical ethics, suddenly remembered that when the poor tussock died without a tree, shouldn’t the lunatic be more mad?

The woman stretched out her hand in dissatisfaction and embraced the neck of the divine lover.

"Come here." No matter what, even if he is really crazy, it is blamed.

——

Wen Hui can even be called a panic pushing the door open, and when he saw the young boy sitting inside, he sighed with relief.

The unscrupulous doctor must have lied to him.

A Qingcai will not like what he said, absolutely not!

As the doctor said, with the passage of time, the teenager did not want to run away, Wen Hui fed him to eat, he also ate it, but the teenager was still like a withered flower, little by little Lose weight.

Wen Hui didn't close him again, but the bedroom door opened, but the teenager never took a step.

When the man responded to the doctor to see a doctor, almost no one could detect the cause, only to watch the teenager's body weaken a little.

[The disease produced by the system is more fun and it really works. It seems that I will die soon! 】He Qing excitedly said to the system in the space of consciousness, "Do you have any discounted products? It is best to buy a bunch of points!"

[Some, host, look at this, vomiting 80 ml of blood in a minute, and this, dead beautiful liquid, whether it is jumping off the building, drinking medicine or being stabbed, the face is lifelike and a little prettier than when it is alive! 】

He Qing hesitated and asked, "How much is dead beautiful?" 】

[Discount now, just one point! 】

So cheap, when did the system get so generous.

[How much do you buy for one point? 】

[One drop. 】

He Qing narrowed his eyes: [How many drops work? 】

[A bottle. 】

Sure enough, he was lying in the warm sun and his face was sore. He Qing turned lazily and went to a more comfortable shade.

Wen Hui looked at it, and the pain in his eyes was deeper.

A Qing, has he reached the point of fear of light now?

The young man who became thinner in just a few days, Wen Hui began to suspect for the first time that he had done something wrong.

The teenager in front of the window had a pale face and a blank expression. Wen Hui once loved his appearance that could bring infinite inspiration. But now, he would rather have never painted the painting that held him up.

"A Qing..."

He reached out carefully and touched the boy's pale cheeks. He didn't dodge like he used to, but let his face move.

Wen Hui's face is the stubble that has grown over the past few days, and he looks haggard. "Don't you be like this, okay?"

"I was wrong. You want me to do anything, don't torture yourself like this?"

"A Qing..."

He Qing numbly looked at him, and in the black pupil, the man's face was full of painful reflection.

Okay, if he has 100 feelings of not dying, He Qing promises not to die.

[But what about our North and North? Not found yet. 】

【coming】

Almost immediately after the system voice fell, the door was violently opened.