The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Feng Jinhua hated being counted the most. He was only counted once, but that time was enough for him to remember.

Chu Chen didn't expect such a development, which was completely different from what he planned. He knelt on the ground and looked at the man with pleading eyes.

"General Feng, I beg you, I'm really willing to do anything for you, even if I'm an underground lover for a lifetime!"

The man snorted, "It goes without saying, today you go to find the personnel to leave."

After speaking, he left without hesitation, leaving only Chu Chen's somber face behind him.

Yesterday, Feng Jinhua was just given his body. He was in pain all over, but he had to tremble and stood up slowly.

Looking down at the ambiguous mark between his necks, Chu Chen's eyes were bound to be inevitable when he thought of the man's enthusiasm and brutality last night.

Feng Jinhua drank wine last night and had a terrible headache. His memory gradually returned to the night. It was indeed the same as what Chu Chen said. He recognized the wrong person and called A Qing's name to pull him, and Chu Chen did not. How to refuse, half-push and half follow him.

The monitoring in the morning, the memory in my mind, everything shows that this is a coincidence.

For a long time without relief, Feng Jinhua had to admit that he was much more comfortable. Good memories made him remember Chu Chen’s meekness, and bold indulgences different from He Qing. These are bad health. A Qing can’t bring him of.

Thinking about it, Feng Jinhua found that his body actually reacted, and actually reacted to a man who counted him. The man's face was even worse, and he got on the car with his painful head.

"General Feng, will you send you to the company?"

The driver received a phone call from Feng Jinhua early in the morning and was interrogated again by him. At the moment, he was upset, fearing that he would be fired because he didn't stay yesterday.

Fortunately, Feng Jinhua was not in a mood to think about this at the moment. He rubbed his eyebrows and his tone was slightly impatient. "Go directly to the company."

The contract we negotiated yesterday should have been checked this morning. It was just because Chu Chen was spending too much time in the hotel. When I thought of going to the company, there is still a lot of work to be done. Feng Jinhua’s face was really good. Where to go.

Moreover, I always seem to forget something.

When the car stopped at the door of the company, Feng Jinhua walked into the lobby and saw He Qing, who was anxiously explaining something to the front desk, and finally remembered what he had forgotten.

"I really am Feng Jinhua's lover, you don't believe it can..."

"A Qing!"

Feng Jinhua walked over and saw that his face was pale, his hair was a little messy, and he had dark purple He Qing under his eyes, and his eyebrows were deeply frowned.

Why did you go out like this!

I was just calculated, and my head was hurting again. Feng Jinhua was already in a bad mood. When he saw that He Qing was not trimming, the anger that he had endured seemed to be ignited and burst out.

Anyway, I remember this is the company. He glanced at the front desk with a dreadful look behind him, frowning and sighing coldly, "Why are you here?"

The anxiety of He Qing's face turned into stunned after seeing a man with an angry face. There were still worries in his eyebrows, and he was hesitant in the face of the condensed lover, "You didn't come back last night. , I can’t get a call, I’m really worried, so..."

"So he came to the company?"

Not paying attention to He Qing’s pale face, Feng Jinhua suffocated himself with a fire, and his brain was spilled on him. "Even if you want to come to the company, you have to clean up yourself and see what you are now. Looks like it’s not a shame!"

He Qing's face was whiter. He fell awake until midnight yesterday. After watching the time, he found that his lover did not come back. He hesitated for a long time before calling him. The result was actually a shutdown.

He wanted to contact Feng Jinhua, but he didn't find out until this time that he had no other way to find him except to call Feng Jinhua.

He Qing didn't know which hotel he was in, he didn't know who was around him, and he wasn't drunk.

He was worried that he hadn't slept all night and went to the company at dawn, but he hadn't come for a long time. The front desk didn't know him at all and said he wouldn't let him go up.

The lover hasn't returned to life and death for one night. Where does He Qing still feel to clean up himself? When he is worried, he sees Feng Jinhua coming back. He hasn't been relieved yet, but what he got is his accusation. Water poured.

Everyone around was watching this quietly. He blinked and swallowed the tears of grievance, and turned his head away to hide the expression on his face, and said softly: "You are fine, I will go back first."

Seeing that the gentle man was about to leave, Feng Jinhua suddenly felt a sense of losing him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed He Qing's arm. When he saw him with his eyes down and refused to look at him, his heart felt stronger and stronger.

"A Qing..." He eased his tone and coaxed in a low voice. "I drank too much yesterday. I slept directly at the hotel. My head hurts a lot. I didn't intentionally get angry at you."

The gentle man keeps his eyes down and can't see clearly. He is also grumpy. He was worried all night, but what he got was this result, even the clay figures would be angry.

He pushed the man's hand sideways slightly, and He Qing's slightly trembling voice sounded, "I'll go back first."

"A Qing!"

Looking at the back of He Qing leaving without hesitation, the tenderness that Feng Jinhua just put on immediately disappeared.

I just said a few words. How did I shake my face again? He really hurt his head. He wanted to go out to catch up with his lover to explain, and remembered that there was still a lot of things to do today.

Forget it, let's go home and say, A Qing hasn't had a bad temper before, just coax.

The gentle man's eyes were reddish. He walked to the door of the company. He couldn't hold it back. He glanced back, but he saw the back of the man who didn't hesitate to leave.

He Qing stared blankly at the back, his eyes full of sorrow.

"A Qing?"

Le Yuan Lao Yuan saw the familiar figure froze there, stopped the car, walked in front of him a few steps, with some surprise in his expression.

"What a coincidence?"

He wanted to say a few words, but found that the young man kept his head down, and the man noticed something wrong and frowned slightly, "A Qing, what's wrong with you?"

He Qing shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse, "It's okay, you are looking for Jinhua, I'll go back first."

"A Qing!" When he saw him with his head down, he would leave. Le Yuan couldn't help but grab him. The magnetic voice was full of concern. "What happened to you? What happened to you?"

Obviously, he had been holding back in front of Feng Jinhua, but when he heard this concern, the gentle man could no longer hold back his tears in his red eyes, almost trying to drip.

He opened his mouth, wanted to say something, swallowed again when he arrived, gently took the man's hand, He Qing lowered his eyes, and tried to hold back the choked voice of the voice, "Nothing, you have something to do, I will go first."

"A Qing!"

Watching his favorite person leave in embarrassment, watching his slightly staggered back, Le Yuan could not help but step forward.

He wanted to hug him and comfort him, but he couldn't, because A Qing was Feng Jinhua.

The fists clenched tightly on both sides, Le Yuan gritted his teeth no longer looking at the gentle man, and turned into the hall.

As soon as he entered, the talk of whispering was immediately heard in the man's ear.

"I thought Mr. Feng had a good relationship with his lover. I didn't expect that."

"Yeah, in the face of so many people, I didn't give face at all, just drove away. I heard that Mr. Feng had so many good relations with him. It seemed to be all rumors."

"This is not a rumor. Haven't you ever seen Mr. Feng going out and never messed up!"

"That's not sure, maybe there is a small one behind him, otherwise how could he be so rude to him."

Being happy about gossip, one of them saw Leyuan standing there, quickly patted the others, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Le, are you here for Mr. Feng?"

Le Yuan said earlier that he would come to see the preparations today, and Feng Jinhua also told him early, so these front desks were not surprised to see him.

The man ignored them at all. He sullenly entered the elevator, full of anger.

The sadness of A Qing just now, as well as the sad tone he forcibly pressed down, were all like explosives, ignited in front of Leyuan.

During this period of time, the love that has been suppressed, waiting for the people who like it, but unable to speak out, swelled up.

I regard Aqing as a treasure, and I can't help it. What do you, the person you got, treat him?

Feng Jinhua was suffering from a headache to check the contract negotiated yesterday. He clearly should concentrate on handling it, but there was always a panic in his heart.

A Qing was angry when she left.

But he came out like that, never thought about what other people would think?

It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t go home last night. A Qing always had a good temper and should not be angry for too long.

When he went back and said he had a headache, his anger disappeared.

Thinking this way, Feng Jinhua was more comfortable, just bowed his head to work, and the door was pushed open violently and violently, making a loud noise.

"Feng Jinhua!"

Le Yuan went straight to him with anger, "What did you do to A Qing just now?"

Feng Jinhua lowered his eyes, looked at the angry man, and slowly stood up, "Leyuan, what happened between me and A Qing, what do you care about?"

He has long been dissatisfied with the former roommate who was hanging out with He Qing these days. A Qing always thought that they were friends, but they knew what the situation was.

Seeing the dissatisfaction of Feng Jinhua's eyes, Le Yuan was too lazy to tell him more. He glanced at Feng Jinhua's neck, his eyes stopped.

The ambiguous red mark is on the neck. Although Le Yuan cleans himself, he has also seen a lot in this circle. Feng Jinhua's neck is clearly a kiss mark!

Thinking of what he had just heard downstairs, the man's expression became colder and colder.

"Feng Jinhua, you don't cherish A Qing, naturally someone cherishes it!"

Although there has been speculation in my heart, when Le Yuan really said it, Feng Jinhua's eyebrows were still ruthlessly wrinkled.

Le Yuan looked at his displeased look and sneered in his heart. He stood straight, and the magnetic voice was full of threats.

"Are you good to A Qing, you know clearly, I shouldn't have watched you together five years ago."

Feng Jinhua was originally just a somber face suddenly angry, "five years ago? Five years ago you were against A Qing..."

"Yes!" Le Yuan nodded admittingly, he was condescending and looked at the person opposite, his voice mocked, "If I shot five years ago, do you think you can still be with A Qing?"

In the eyes of the opposite man full of anger, he was full of determination, "Feng Jinhua, as long as you know, A Qing is not the only choice for you! You are not good to him, I am good to him!"

"Leyuan!" Full of abhorrence, like the sound squeezed from the throat, but the man didn't mind at all. He looked at Feng Jinhua as if he were looking at an ant that he could easily pinch to death. The voice was coldly warned, "A Qing is not your possession. As long as he wants, he can leave at all. I will help him behind my back forever. You don't believe that you can try."

Putting down the cruel words, the man turned and walked away, but a tightly clenched fist never let go.

He was still reluctant to feel sad for A Qing.

A Qing likes Feng Jinhua so much. If he knew how cheating he would be, it would be sad for Leyuan to know it without thinking.

This time was his last warning, if Feng Jinhua would never repent...

Feng Jinhua looked at the door opened by the man and stood stiffly.

what is this?

what is this?

"Fuck!!"

He is extremely irritable, but he knows that it is absolutely impossible to directly face Leyuan. Now the company has just received the order from Leyuan. If the two are now overturned, Leyuan’s family is not afraid of anything. His company must at least Half blood!

Furiously rubbing his eyebrows, Feng Jinhua suddenly remembered something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He wondered why Le Yuan taught himself such an important list when he returned to China, so it seemed to be prepared!

He likes A Qing and wants to take A Qing away from himself.

And A Qing, just got angry with him.

After waking up in the morning, the rigid brain finally woke up slowly, Feng Jinhua scolded violently, and stood up and walked outside.

He Qing is watering the flowers. He is pouring the flowers while glancing at the car parked downstairs for a long time with his eyes.

The car is brand new and has never appeared before. From He Qing's perspective, only the roof can be seen.

[Such as this kind of good man who clearly suffocated himself and had to bear to cover up his rivals, really not many. 】

The system is like parrot learning, not much. 】

He Qing ignored his mechanical sounds and changed a pot of flowers to continue pouring, saying while pouring flowers, [but I don’t appreciate him. 】

[Although he is handsome and good-natured, he is deeply affectionate, but his heart is too soft, just like this time, he can obviously grab people directly, but chose to take a step back, too silly. 】

[That's because He Qing likes Feng Jinhua. 】

[I know, unfortunately. 】

He Qing glanced at the car underneath again, and saw a familiar car passing by next to him, his eyes curled with laughter and gentleness.

[The Lord is here. 】

The door opened, and the man full of restlessness was relieved after seeing the gentle man watering the flowers quietly.

"A Qing."

He Qing raised his eyes and looked down, then dropped his eyes, softly echoed, "Well."

Feng Jinhua's attitude towards him is not strange. He knows that his lover is in a bad mood and will take care of his own flowers. Originally, he thought he was in a flower shop, but he didn't expect him to be at home.

"A Qing, I'm really sorry last night. I didn't do it on purpose. I just drank too much and went to the hotel." He said as he walked over to see He Qing just kept his eyes down and said nothing, he knew he hadn't yet. Quitting, he continued quickly.

"You also know that my head hurts easily after drinking wine. I just got a headache. When I suddenly saw you dressed like that, I just..."

He said that he felt that he was justified, and he quickly stopped talking and walked to the gentle man and hugged him gently from behind.

Feeling a moment of stiffness in his body, it was only a moment of soreness in the heart of the man who apologized because of the threat of Le Yuan.

The words in the mouth are also sincere, "A Qing, I am not intentional, please forgive me, okay?"

He Qing lowered his eyes and watered the flowers silently. He didn't want to be moved at all.

Feng Jinhua's eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to cover his forehead inadvertently, his voice full of pain, "A Qing, where is the painkiller, my head hurts..."

"I woke up from the hotel today and hurried to the company. I didn't have time to drink the sobering soup. The headache is getting worse..."

He said on his mouth, but he gazed at He Qing intentionally or unintentionally. Sure enough, he saw that his expressionless face had changed, and he looked at it with gentle eyes and worry.

"Does it hurt?" He put down the shower in his hand, reached out carefully to reach the man's temple, and tapped a few times. "So?"

"A little more comfortable..." Feng Jinhua maintained a pained expression on his face and hummed softly. "I didn't sleep well last night. Now I'm sleepy and uncomfortable, and my head hurts even more."

He Qing really felt distressed and forgot to be angry. He carefully rubbed his temples for his lover, and said in a worried tone, "Come and lie down for a while, I will make you a sober soup, or your head will hurt for a day !"

"Good..." Seeing that he had forgotten what was still angry before, Feng Jinhua crossed a smile in his eyes. He leaned down, grabbed He Qing's warm hand, and gently kissed him on his forehead.

The magnetic sound is satisfying, "A Qing, I love you."

The gentle man's face flushed almost immediately, and he lowered his eyes embarrassedly, as if he had completely forgotten his anger, "What are you talking about?"

"Just love you." Feng Jinhua smiled and kissed He Qinghuanen's face, gently holding him in his arms.

"You see your eyes are dark circles, so that we will sleep together for a while, OK?"

It's been a long time since they took a nap together. He Qing's expression moved a little, but hesitated quickly, "The company's business?"

He also knows that his lover has always been busy, and spends almost two-thirds of his time in the company every day, while worrying that he is too hard and proud of him.

"It's okay, I will rest for a long time, and I have been busy working for so long. It is also time to take a break."

Le Yuan's cold casket face crossed in front of him, Feng Jinhua's eyes immediately firmed, he smiled and hugged the gentle man, and asked in a low voice, "A Qing doesn't want me to accompany you?"

"miss you……"

He Qing gave the answer almost immediately, and immediately reacted again. The white face was quietly stained with blush, and he was embarrassed to push away, and there was a happy smile in the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to make you a hangover soup. You should lie down for a while, and then you will be ready to call you up to drink soup."

"it is good!"

Seeing He Qing completely forget that he was still angry before, slightly cheerful steps, Feng Jinhua's eyes softened.

After so many years, A Qing really hasn't changed at all, it's still so coaxing.

【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 80】

Watching the gentle man leave Feng Jinhua in his arms, Le Yuan's complexion in the car downstairs was complicated.

Sometimes, he couldn't tell what he wanted. He clearly wanted to be with A Qing, but he didn't want to see him sad.

Now that they are reconciled, it should be the best ending.

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In the quiet atmosphere, He Qing closed his eyes and slept peacefully beside the man, but Feng Jinhua couldn't sleep anymore.

His hand rested on the gentle man's slender waist, stroking one by one, clearly in his heart, but his mind always couldn't help but recall the indulgence of last night.

He really hasn't been so happy in a long time.

"A Qing..." gently shouted the lover's name. Seeing that he was sleeping, there was no response. Feng Jinhua thought about it, slowly got up, and left the room with his coat.

【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 81】

Behind him, the man who had been sleeping well frowned, raised his hand unconsciously, and pressed it against the heart.