The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He Qing is cutting vegetables skillfully under the systematic supervision, and looking at the various irregular shapes he cuts, he can't help but show his happy eyes.

[Look at the system, my knife is really great, so I cut so many dishes. 】

The system looked silently at the various failed products in the trash can and did not speak.

He Qing doesn't need him to speak, anyway, he appreciates it enough.

In this world, same-sex marriage is possible. He Qing’s husband is a man named Feng Jinhua. He is currently the leader of a large company.

This body usually likes to study all kinds of nourishing stomach soup, as He Qing who has his memory, of course knows why.

Because her husband Feng Jinhua's stomach is not good, He Qing has to learn a lot in order to be able to nourish his stomach.

When two people started a business together from school, He Qing was too busy to pull off his business, Feng Jinhua got a bad stomach. Finally, after the company gradually developed, He Qing left the company and took care of the body while keeping his body healthy. Jin Hua.

It can be said that he sacrificed too much for Feng Jinhua, but it is a pity that the ambiguous sacrifice will only make people who receive preferential treatment more and more taken for granted.

Put the lid of the casserole, and the gentle man is in a good mood to play with the flowers he raises. His body can't be exhausted or angry. Fortunately, He Qing's character has always been very gentle, and he will never blush with people, so his face is kept. not bad.

The fair-skinned gentleman stood in front of the flower pot and carefully watered it. The sun was shining on his face. His long eyelashes looked as beautiful and delicate as gold. He heard a sound of the door opening and smiled back.

"Jinhua, you are back."

The handsome man at the door couldn't help but stunned. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'm back."

His appearance is also very handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, clear facial features, coupled with a tall figure and a straight suit, he can easily attract the attention of others anywhere.

He Qing has long been accustomed to his handsomeness. He got up with a smile, took a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and put it in front of the man. Then he got up, the voice was soft, and it made people comfortable after listening.

"I washed your slippers. This is new."

"Go wash your hands and eat, I'll give you soup first."

Feng Jinhua changed his shoes, washed his hands as usual and sat on the table. A bowl of soup was gently put in front of him. It was still nourishing stomach. The man couldn't help but frown, and the magnetic voice was a little unpleasant.

"Another stomach soup?"

"Ok."

He Qingyu replied tenderly, placing the chopsticks in front of him, and gently said, "The doctor said that your stomach should be kept carefully. Although it hasn't hurt for such a long time, the stomach soup can't be broken."

Seeing the man's face still gloomy, he smiled and calmed down: "I know a new soup today, I will make it for you tomorrow."

It's not all about Yangwei soup.

Feng Jinhua didn't like to drink soup, especially when he had been drinking for five years. Although he knew that He Qing was for his own good, he was still unhappy.

In the end, he could only finish the soup like He was drinking medicine under He Qing's eyes.

Seeing his ugly face, the gentle man's eyes were a little sad, and he bowed his head uneasyly and said softly, "Don't it taste good?"

"General." Feng Jinhua frowned and drank cleanly, pushing the bowl aside.

He Qing said, the smile on his face was somewhat reluctant. He quickly picked up the bowl and went back to the kitchen to serve the man, and Feng Jinhua sat at the dinner table so he could wait for him to feast.

【general! general! Does he have a taste! 】He Qing served him spoonful of spoonful, and couldn’t help talking to the system in his heart, [I just took a sip and just swallowed my tongue, okay? ! 】

System: [He doesn’t like to drink soup. 】

【I know! But he also knew that he had a bad stomach and had to drink! If it were not for this body to like him, who cares about his life and death! 】

He Qingyue thought more and more angry, filled a bowl of rice and took it out.

Seeing the man frowning, but still picking up chopsticks and starting to look at the plated dishes, he couldn't help but breathe out comfortably.

In a sense, Feng Jinhua may be an obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like now, even if these meals are too much, he will still finish it.

Feng Jinhua was eating, and the gentle man sat opposite him with the meal. As usual, he cautiously asked if anything happened today.

The man frowned impatiently, "It's okay."

He said that the speed of eating was fast, before He Qing had finished eating, he had put down the bowl and stood up and was about to leave. The gentle man also got up, and followed him to the door to send him.

"Jinhua, won't you rest for a while?"

"No, there will be a meeting in the afternoon." The man just untie his tie for dinner and frowned at the moment.

"Let's come." The gentle man stepped forward, his white and slender hands skillfully interspersed between the ties, and he quickly helped him. He finally helped Feng Jinhua sort out the collar and softly told, "Go out and drink less tonight Wine is bad for your health."

Feng Jinhua waved his hand impatiently, frowning and changing his shoes. "How can I not entertain myself when I entertain?"

"Jinhua!"

The two men had not spoken more than twenty sentences since he came home. The gentle man couldn't help but called him, and he swallowed the rest of the words as he frowned and looked impatiently over.

"You are so busy, I will deliver the food to the company tomorrow."

"No, I will eat directly at the company tomorrow. You can eat it yourself." Feng Jinhua opened the door and thought about it, adding a sentence, "I will come back tonight tonight, no need to wait for me."

The door was closed, leaving only the gentle man standing staring at the door, staring at the closed door.

Feng Jinhua drove the car, and suddenly thought of something, opened the window and drove up, and really saw a figure standing on the balcony looking at himself. As usual, he closed the window and started the car to leave.

[It really is difficult to deal with. 】 He Qing watched the white car leave and sighed softly.

He crouched down, stroking his flower, and coughed lightly.

[System, what is Feng Jinhua’s favor? 】

【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 75】

[Reluctantly like it. 】He Qing caressed the blooming blooming flowers, [I have been married for so long, but so few. 】

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the car leaving, and pouted his lips. [Sure enough, men are all animals thinking about their lower body! 】

As Feng Jinhua said, when he came back, it was already late at night, still full of alcohol, with a slightly confused look and pushed the bedroom door open.

He Qing left a light for him before going to bed, so Feng Jinhua could clearly see his quiet sleeping figure. He staggered forward and pressed against He Qing with a random kiss.

After being so violently kissed, even the dead man awakened, and the gentle man opened his eyes confusedly, looked at his lover in the dim light, and embraced him with his backhand.

When the two were about to communicate in depth, He Qing suddenly felt a tingling in his heart. He turned white and stopped quickly. "Jin Hua, wait a minute..."

Feng Jinhua's movement stopped, and there was a deep impatientness in the magnetic voice, "What's wrong!"

"Me, my heart hurts a little..." He Qing covered her stinging heart and gasped hard. "Can you help me get some medicine?"

Feng Jinhua's face cooled down, looking at the gentle man's uncomfortable look. His passion was as if being wiped out by the water. He sat up and reached out to throw the medicine on the bed to the gentle man.

"I go to my room to sleep."

Looking at his impatient back, He Qing's eyes revealed sadness.

His heart had a problem in the past, but because he has always paid attention to maintenance, and his temperament is not a big problem, the real deterioration is that when the two people set up the company together, he stayed for two days and two nights in order to run the business. On the right track, his body was broken.

At that time, money was entangled in the company, and both were orphans. In order to not hurt his lover, He Qing just took some medicine, and his heart was getting worse.

In addition, Feng Jinhua's stomach also had problems at that time, and the pain in the sky, He Qing had to leave the company and concentrate on recuperating and caring for him at home.

Later, when they had money, Feng Jinhua's stomach was taken better and better by He Qingtiantian Yangwei Tang, but his own heart was not treated well.

When the mood is agitated, the heart hurts, and the love and perfect harmony with the lover, can you not be excited?

So, the two haven't been in bed for a long time. For Feng Jinhua, this is the most unhappy thing.

[So, he went to Primary Three! ] He Qing concluded.

The system refutes: [It is not that he is looking for Xiaosan, but he is actively looking for him. 】

He Qing blinked, "What's the difference?" In order to satisfy my desire, I can understand to find someone to let out, but while enjoying this body of love, while looking for Xiaosan, it is not disgusting! 】

He lay on the bed, turned off the night light, and slowly closed his eyes. [Don’t he want to enjoy the blessing of Qi Ren? I let him feel the feeling of rollover! 】

The mechanical sound is faint: [as long as you have enough goodwill, the host needs my help to speak directly. 】

[Just give you points? Give up, don't give! 】

When He Qing fell asleep, Feng Jinhua was doing it himself on the other side. He drank some wine, and the place where he could usually suppress was also excited. The hand was moving, but the mind remembered the gentle man squatting in flowers during the day. In front of him, looking back at him with a smile.

That look really makes people think...

"Fuck!"

【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 76】

In the dark, the man scolded and drew a few sheets of paper from the head of the bed. Although he was not satisfied yet, he was awake after venting once. He would go to work tomorrow and stay up late today.

Feng Jinhua frowned and fell asleep unhappy.

The next day, he was still awake in the smell of breakfast. Feng Jinhua rubbed his sore head after drinking and frowned and opened the door of the room.

The gentle man just came out of the kitchen and saw his ugly face. Some worried reflexes came out of the kitchen and handed him a sober soup.

"Hurry up, or you'll have pain all day today." Together for so long, a gentle man knows his lover's physical condition clearly. He woke up early this morning and made a sober soup and waited He woke up.

Although he didn't like the taste, Feng Jinhua still frowned and drank it. He rubbed his eyebrows and said a little irritably, "Knead my temples, it's uncomfortable."

He sat in a chair, and the gentle man's white, slender fingertips rested on the acupuncture points, and as he listened, the soothing voice gently pressed, "How much wine did you drink yesterday? Didn't you drink less?" "

"They Duzhe I drink, do not drink how to do?" Jin Hua Feng also some headaches, do business will inevitably have to do business in the wine on the table, but his inability to drink is not how good.

"Today I have made the hiring of personnel, assistant to find a drink, after which case how much can block a number."

Gentle man standing behind him agree nodded, "that some of you raise in wages, which is to take people for body How about you."

"I know."

Feng Jinhua was pressed comfortably, and his expression could not help relaxing. How long has he been talking to He Qing so patiently, it seems that since the company has developed better and better, he has become more and more busy. There are fewer and fewer words between people.

He suddenly realize that they have no concern for a long time partner of life.

"Well, today at noon to eat when you note that, do not eat spicy, just drinking, spicy food is not good for the stomach."

Feng Jinhua has always loved spicy food. Before the two were together, He Qing followed him and learned to cook spicy food for him. Later, when his stomach broke, he could hardly see spicy food on the table.

It was so long-winded again, Feng Jinhua's brow just loosened and he couldn't help but wrinkled again, and said in a deep voice, "I know."

The two continued to eat, drinking millet porridge that had just been boiled, and Feng Jinhua suddenly found that the dining table was extremely silent today. He paused and asked, "I am not at home today, what are you going to eat?"

"I plan to eat outside." He Qing smiled at him and judoed. "My body is almost okay. I plan to open a small flower shop near our house, and I can find something to do."

He Qing always loves to play with flowers and plants, Feng Jinhua also knows that it is not good to be bored at home every day. He should support it, but he does not know why, and he inexplicably does not want He Qing to go out.

"Are you good at the flower shop?"

Hearing his words, the gentle man's face was a bit bleak. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's okay, the flower is not a heavy object."

"Well." There was really no reason to refute. Feng Jinhua responded and continued to drink porridge with a dark face.

Seeing that his expression was not so good, the gentle man's expression became more and more sad.

He stirred the porridge in the bowl, and his voice was somewhat lost in explanation, "The doctor said that I should find a job properly so as not to be bad for my health at home."

Without thinking, Feng Jinhua said, "Why don't you come to the company?"

"Forget it." He Qing smiled mildly. "I used to be in the company before, but now I can't go to the company. Doesn't it bother you?"

"What's the problem, the company has your shares, isn't it reasonable that you go to the company!"

He Qing looked at his lover softly, shook his head, and persuaded softly, "I'm not in good health. The company is now in the ascending period. It's just when the heat is up. I really don't go well."

"Besides, I also liked flowers and plants, and it was just right to open a small flower shop."

He said it was reasonable and reasonable. Feng Jinhua didn't know how to refute it, but he was instinctively unhappy, and finally stood up with a sullen face, "I'm going to work."

No matter how much Feng Jinhua wanted to oppose, He Qing's small flower shop was still open. He had the money he had saved, and he did not worry about it. The flower shop was very beautifully decorated.

On the first day of opening, he held a pot of mimosa and twiddled it in front of the door. The deep man's voice sounded, "He Qing."

The gentle man looked up in surprise. At the door stood an equally handsome man. He was wearing a white shirt and was looking towards him.

"Fun!"