The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

This was the first time Yan Rong had walked downstairs, the sun shone on him, and the warmth only felt comfortable.

Speaking of it, I used to think that ghosts were afraid of the sun, but it was not reflected in him, but they still enjoyed the golden light.

The ghost walked slowly in the community, his ears moved, and his eyes flicked out of the door.

There was Yan Ze's voice.

"80,000, at least 80,000, this is from the ancestors."

The master was still trying to bargain with Yan Ze. Yan Ze frowned and looked at him in disbelief.

Just now this man was able to run out of the stairs so embarrassed, it didn't seem to be reliable at all.

Seeing that he didn't believe in himself, the old man was a little anxious. He waved a slightly cracked book in his hand. The sun shone on him, and his courage became a little bit bolder.

It's still daytime in such a big sun, it's impossible for the ghost to come out.

He held a book and read and said, "There are a variety of methods for exorcising ghosts, as well as raising ghosts and driving ghosts. It's already very important to ask you for 80,000..."

Talking, he saw a pale figure in the corner of his eye. His body that had just danced back and forth suddenly froze, and his neck was like a clockwork, little by little, and twisted over.

Yan Rong stood in the sun and smiled at the two of them, his eyes full of malice, "80,000, I want it."

"However, it's Nethercoin."

"Ghost...Ghost..."

The master twisted his head a little bit, his legs trembling straight.

After turning around and seeing Yan Ze resembling the ghost behind him, a similarly pale face was immediately stimulated.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The master threw the book in his hand on Yan Ze's face, screamed and ran away.

Only Yan Ze was left, shaking uncontrollably, and staring blankly at the ghost.

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He Qing is having a meeting. The windows of the meeting room are large and beautiful, and the light transmission is also strong. The sunlight is on his face, and the pale is almost transparent.

The man who was saying something calmly paused, "Party."

When everyone was gone, his face was white, his steps slowly moved away from the sunlight, and returned to his office.

The curtains in the office were all closed at the moment, and the lights were on. It was obviously sunny daytime, but it seemed like night.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the position, looking down at the various documents on the table, his eyes dull.

He was tossed by Yan Rong all night last night. He Qing had almost never slept. He is clearly suffering from the pain of his brain, but he can continue to work hard as if he can't feel the crazy pain.

Good-looking and steady handwriting spread out on the paper, the man was writing, a phone call came in.

"Mr. He, are you sure you donate all your property? Now you are just a strong man."

Under the light, He Qing smiled and his voice was weak, "It's just a blessing."

Just hung up the phone, the heart suddenly tingled, the man who had been suffering from the pain calmly panicked.

Yan Rong!

Yan Ze was vigorously dragged into the car by the ghost. He wanted to resist, but found that Yan Ze's hand was clearly pinching his neck. He could obviously feel the coldness, reached out his hand, but could not touch him. .

I was choked by death, my face suffocated in pig liver color, and before almost fainting, the hand on my neck was loosened, and a lot of air was absorbed by Yan Ze. Before he gasped for a few breaths, he was pinched again. The neck, so repeatedly.

"Are you cool?"

Yan Rong's face was full of greasy smiles, watching the man under his hands trying to struggle but nowhere to be exerted, and the corners of his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

His voice was low and full of hatred. "It was the same at that time. I was surrounded by smoke. I couldn't breathe. The fire was burning the skin. I watched the oil dripping. I really wanted you to try it. ."

"Cough cough cough--" Yan Ze was choked with pain in his face again, "Yan Ze, it wasn't me who hurt you, you..."

His neck, which had just been relaxed, was once again grasped effortlessly by the ghost, and Yan Ze sneered, "Did you not see it? I was at He Qing's house, you think, what you said last time at his house, I will not hear ?"

With that, the ghost's eyes darkened and his hands became tighter and tighter, "I have been fighting you for so many years, so many opportunities to kill you, but for the old man, I didn't do it once, but you..."

Yan Rong tightened his hands slowly, watching his half-brother blush with a pitiful look and struggling desperately, with a cold voice, "There is only one chance to kill me, you caught it."

"I'm really curious." He looked like a dirty mouse in the underground, his eyes full of disgust, "Do you worry about He Qing also dying inside when you are doing hands and feet in the car?"

"Isn't he, the one you like?"

After that, the ghost let go of his hand and looked at Yan Ze because he couldn't breathe, his face was full of snots and tears, and he was choking, and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.

He stretched out his hand gracefully, helped Yan Ze to fasten his seat belt, and looked at the sight he was frightened to avoid, slowly showing a cruel smile on his face.

"Don't worry, just like me, burned to death by fire."

"If you die and become a ghost, we still have time to play slowly..."

"No! Yan Rong, Yan Rong sorry, I shouldn't hurt you, I'm sorry you, please don't kill me, please..."

In front of death, Yan Ze tears his disguise, and his eyes are full of horrified begging, "Please, let me go, please..."

He thought of what the ghost had just said, his eyes lit up, as if he had caught the life-saving straw. Alright! You can’t kill me, you can’t kill me..."

Yan Rong tied the man to the co-pilot, and looked at him in tears but desperately unable to earn any more, and his heart lightened up.

"Just you can be the old man's support? It would be nice if you didn't hurt him!"

"Yan Ze, you killed me, and I was burned to death when it was fair. Isn't that fair?"

He opened the car, and Xiaoer Lang smiled, "What do you think of the wall opposite? Or the truck over there?"

"Yan Rong! Yan Rong, you can't kill me! It's not that I hurt you, it's really not me..." Watching the pale hands fall on the steering wheel, Yan Ze's eyes widened, his brain blank, The only thing that can be thought of is to try to get rid of your crime.

"Not you?" Of course the ghost did not believe it, he sneered, "Isn't it you or He Qing?"

"Yes!!! It's him! It's you who killed him, it's him!!!"

Yan Ze can no longer care about anything else. In order to live his life, he did not hesitate to push the responsibility on the person he likes. He trembles and trembles. Come to me!"

The ghost's face was gloomy, and he didn't drive anymore. When Yan Ze thought he could live, he suddenly turned around and gave a malicious smile to Yan Ze, who was tied to his seat.

"He Qing was also in the car accident that day. If he didn't run fast, he would definitely end up like me, he planned? You think I'm stupid!"

"Come on, don't worry, immediately, you will become like me."

Yan Rong was clearly laughing, but his voice was very cold. His eyes fell outside the window, his tone was gentle, "trapped in the seat, surrounded by a pungent, burning smell, you can’t even speak, because you Can't move."

"There is a fire burning on you, but I can't move, so I can only watch and watch my hand a little dark, watch the fire coming out of my body, there is white smoke around, I can't hear anything, Only the sound of fire burning."

"Yan...Yan Rong..." Yan Ze was trembling all over, and there was a lot of wetness under his body. He was scared to pee.

Yan Ze stuttered pleading, "Don't kill me, OK, please don't kill me..."

"I know it's wrong, you say what you want, I will give you whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me, please, please..."

His head was covered with sweat and his mouth was trembling. The face similar to Yan Rong was full of tears and a smell of urine, floating in the car.

Yan Rong didn't look at him again, he felt sick.

Put your hand on the steering wheel and hit it straight against the wall.

The first time, only the front of the car was damaged. Yan Ze shouted in horror, calling for help, but the sudden sound of the car covered him.

Time and time again, until the last time, as Yan Rong wished, the oil came out, slowly fell to the ground, and burned.

Just like that day, Yan Ze was covered with blood, his eyes were full of fear, and the flames glaring outside seemed to stare at some flood beasts.

He didn't have much energy, but his face was still full of survival, and his hands stretched out weakly to try to untie the waist belt, but he was held down by a cold hand.

"Yan Rong..." Yan Ze's face was covered with blood, his tears burst out, and he tried to make a sound, "I'm wrong, I beg you..."

The ghost smiled at him and looked at Nunu's mouth outside, "Well, immediately, the fire will burn in. I was already burning when I woke up. You are lucky, you can witness it with your own eyes."

He was sitting in the driver's seat, and he didn't mean to go at all. He said to Yan Ze, who was full of despair, "I'm watching here to see how you scream."

"Relax, you can't escape with me here."

Fire, came in a little bit.

Yan Ze's eyes widened in horror, desperately trying to struggle, but because of the hand on his body, he could only be trapped in the seat.

"Save, save..."

Yan Rongju looked condescendingly at his painful expression, the other hand touched the flame, and there was no pain in his memory.

"Giving up, no one will come to save you."

Just like the day he died, he was burnt alive in the car, so that's right...

A stone slammed open the window, and under the broken window, He Qing's pale face came in.

He glanced at Yan Rong and stretched his hands away from the pale hands, dragging Yan Ze, who was covered in blood and tears, into a state of embarrassment.

Without Yan Rong's obstruction, he proceeded smoothly.

He Qing successfully placed Yan Ze on the ground, only to find that the ghost was still sitting in the car.

He should be very excited, his figure began to become unstable, and became somewhat transparent.

The man stood in front of the car, his eyes were a little flustered before, he looked at Yan Rong, gasping slightly, and said softly, "Get off, you can't be outside."

Surrounded by flames, Yan Rong sat in the car and looked coldly at the man.

He asked, "Why didn't you save me that day?"

"Why didn't you save me, but saved him today?"

Pale face, **** eyes, He Qing looked at him, stunned.

"Don't you want him to die?"

He got out of the car, his figure looming in the sunlight and became translucent.

His face was grim, and he stretched out and pinched the man's white neck.

His eyes were full of fierceness, and he watched the man who had been his pillow-bearer for half a month being pinched and speechless, his voice cold, "Then you, die for him."

He Qing's face was red with pinch, and the ghost had great strength. He couldn't break free, and he didn't even think about breaking free. His eyes opened slightly. He looked at Yan Rong's transparent figure and slowly closed his eyes.

With a little more effort, this person can die in front of him.

The guy who watched him die was about to die.

Yan Rong stared straight at He Qing.

He frowned slightly, his hands drooped, and he didn't mean to resist at all. Instead, he was more like a calm decision to die.

For the sake of Yanze, why not die?

Yan Rong withdrew his hand violently, looking at He Qing's embarrassed cough that kept coughing over his throat, his face full of coldness.

"You don't want him to die, I just want to kill him!"

Rather than kill He Qing who didn't want to fight at all, he wanted to start against Yan Ze.

The ghost said, it did.

But the man who was still choking suddenly stood in front of Yan Ze with a terrified face, and his eyes were red because of the previous suffocation.

"No."

Seeing Yan Rong staring at him stunned, He Qing said one by one, "You can't kill him."

"Go back with me."

The surroundings seemed to have cooled down, and even the flames in the car behind him did not feel stopped.

Yan Ze was so frightened that he shivered and shrunk behind the man.

Yan Rong looked at He Qing and said, "You give up."

The man didn't move, just looked at him with those calm eyes, and the voice was light, "If you don't go back, the sun will come out at noon, and you will be killed by the sun."

Ghosts certainly don't believe it.

Since he became conscious after he died, he has not been afraid of the sun, how could he be killed by the sun.

But after the man said this, he really felt that his body was stabbed by the sun, which was dense and uncomfortable.

As a matter of course, he attributed this change to He Qing.

He Qing can keep him in one place, and of course it can make him fear the sun.

Yan Rong slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the man who had seen death but desperately protecting Yan Ze, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Let me let him go, okay."

"You will be mine in the future. You are not allowed to go out or go to work. You have to stay in the room every day and every night. Obediently let me do it!"

He Qing shuddered and didn't wait for him to speak. Yan Ze, who was protected by him, struggled to support his body, and shouted at Yan Rong, "You don't deceive people too much!"

Yan Rong looked at him blankly and finally saw the movement here, and the people who ran from afar, "You don't want him to be my **** slave? Okay, just die, I let him go."

Touching his cold eyes, Yan Ze shook his body and dared not speak anymore.

He Qing stood up and looked at the transparent ghost, and there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes. "Okay, I promise you."

He agreed, but Yan Rong did not feel victorious.

Even if Yan Ze looked humiliated and unwilling, he could only lie down on the ground like a bug and dared not move, and the ghost could not be happy.

Because He Qing, the tall one, always looked down on He Qing, he was willing to follow himself for this bug.

This made Yan Rong feel only a little.

He couldn't compare to Yan Ze.

When he was burned, He Qing fled alone, watching him burn to death.

In Yan Ze’s turn, Yan Ze was saved at all, regardless of his name.

Yan Rong didn't know what was wrong with him. He only knew that the bottom of his heart was like a flame, cold, but it was burning his heart again.

Uncomfortable, uncomfortable.

But he was uncomfortable, and no one else thought about being better.

In Yan Ze's eyes, Yan Rong's figure gradually disappeared, but He Qing was pushed away, and he realized that he wasn't disappearing, but he was just invisible.

Watching He Qing leave, he watched a group of people gather up and ask questions.

Yan Ze had a messy lower body, a smell of urination, sweating and tears, and he was very embarrassed.

He didn't want others to see him like this, he could only bury his head in death, his face close to the ground.

Yan Rong, Yan Rong!

He must let Yan Rong pay the price!

Also, A Qing...

Yan Ze didn't really think that He Qing was willing to do this for him. After all, in his memory, since the incident in high school, A Qing has been cold to him.

Yan Ze's self-esteem collapsed now, with a smell of urine, and he couldn't help himself into a fantasy.

He Qing's performance just made him float.

In order to prevent Yan Rong from killing him, he sacrificed his body to save him. Does that mean that the reason why Yan Rong was in A Qing's family the other day was to save him?

Before, he always thought that Yan Rong could not come out, but he didn't expect him to sway out in the daytime as a ghost. Yan Rong hated him so much. Since he has the ability now, why didn't he come to get revenge?

Then, there is only one answer left.

There was dirt under Yan Ze's face. He clenched his fists, and his heart was full of excitement.

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【Ding! Yan Rong's favor: 90】

He Qing was crushed at the entrance and kissed violently, almost breathless.

On the surface, he seemed more sorrow than death, and his beautiful eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, but his heart was talking wildly.

[System, your opinion was not as good as ours last time. Ronger really only gave a little favor when it was time to crack. 】

System reminder: [Does the host think you can always mate to 100? 】

He Qing pondered for a few seconds, and shook with the movement of the person on the body, [It seems impossible, but the system, a yellow beam is invalid for Rong'er. I will not pursue it with you. The money to buy it is at least Also give me half back. 】

[During the mating of the host, the system automatically turns off auditory vision.

A pair of cold hands dragged his slender neck, gently stroking the blue and purple handprints on his original white neck, Yan Rong leaned over and looked at the man who did not look at himself at all, his voice was low, "Go How about floor-to-ceiling windows?"

He Qing shuddered suddenly, staring blankly at him, "No..."

"Do not say no."

The ghost said softly, but the big hand picked up the man, keeping the two embracing and throwing the man by the window.

Under the transparent glass, there are people walking.

He Qing was pressed against it, Yan Rong moved behind, and said lowly, "I know a few people underneath, they say I am a neuropath."

The cold tongue touched the white earlobe, which caused the man to tremble, and Yan Rong chuckled in his ear, "If they look up, they see us, Mr. He is lying on the glass alone. What would you say?"

"Pervert, another neuropathy?"

"Uh--" The man choked his waist and groaned.

"At that time, I am a neuropathy, so is President He, is it not a natural match?"

"You said, right..."

"Look..." The ghost looked at the person under the glass window, and the smile on his lips gradually widened. "They are going to look up, and they will see you soon."

"The angle here is very good, Mr. He, you are always on the cover of Caijing Magazine. Do you think they will recognize you and take pictures?"

Hearing the last sentence, the man was just a little soft and stiffened suddenly. The beautiful eyes were stimulated by the water at the moment. He looked downstairs and he saw that there were two women downstairs. While chatting, pointing to the surrounding buildings.

They will come to see them, they will see him!

The strong sense of humiliation caused the man to collapse, and he always cried until the end, but now he sobbed early.

"Yan Rong, don't be here...please..."

Seeing that he was crying, the anger that the ghost kept hiding was only a little bit extinguished, but it was not enough.

He teared the man's clothes harder, thinking of the way he was protecting Yan Ze just now, and his face was almost grim.

"What are you afraid of? Don't you dare to be a dare!"

"Isn't you personally agree, as long as I let Yan Ze, be my **** slave!"

"Don't, Yan Rong, don't be here..."

For He Qing, who loves face, letting him be seen as being insulted by others is no less than putting all his self-esteem on the ground. He can't accept it at all.

Yan Rong has worked with him and knows how much this man loves face, just like Yan Ze, who is so decent.

When he thought of Yan Ze, he felt a little better just now because He Qing was crying for help, and he suddenly sank down. He stripped the men's clothes mercilessly and pressed him heavily against the glass window.

With a crazy smile of revenge on his face, "Look, they see you!"

He Qing's eyes met the two women with surprised eyes downstairs, her body was more rigid than stone.

There was only one sentence left in his head, and he was seen.

Seeing this, such an unbearable self.

The man's beautiful body fell down softly, and his face was full of tears, letting the man move behind him, his eyes full of numbness and despair.

He Qing: [thorn, excitement-how can Ronger play this way! I like him so much! 】

System curious: [What did you guys play? ] It is still closed to the outside world.

[Garbage system, return me points! 】

When Yan Rong ended and left He Qing on the bed, he hadn't succeeded in getting his points back. When he thought that he had lost so much money, the whole person became dark.

In the eyes of Yan Rong, He Qing lost all hope like a corpse. Looking at the man who allowed him to move, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He lay beside He Qing, touching the man's hand, stroking a little.

Yan Rong thought, He Qing is really like a girl, with a beautiful face and a more beautiful body, even her hands are so smooth and tender.

He poked He Qing, without any sense of guilt, and asked him, "I am now transparent again?"

The man quivered his eyelashes slightly, his voice still choked a little because of the previous cry, and he responded lowly, as if sobbing, "Uh."

Hearing his answer, Yan Rong succeeded and pressed it up again. Under the sight of He Qing's fear that he would continue, the corner of his mouth cocked, his head lowered, and he took a sip on his lips.

The man who had played with him all over the body before did not respond much, his body was stiff, his eyes were moist, and his face was even more blushing.

"I can go out before, so can I go out later?"

He didn't even remember what he had done to the man before, and he gathered around him and offered an enthusiastic proposal, "You take me out, I promise not to do anything to you."

Yan Rong is abominable.

These **** things can be seen from the spots on He Qingbai's body.

But the man looked at him and slowly lowered his head.

The ghost was not happy for a few seconds, and suddenly frowned, and his expression cooled down, "Are you because of Yan Ze?"

"No."

He Qing finally opened his mouth. His voice was astringent, as if he hadn't drank water all day.

"You are about to leave in three days."

With that said, the man smiled at Yan Rong, calm, and seemed to be very happy, "I am very happy."

This was the first time the ghost saw him laughing. It was very beautiful, which attracted most people's eyes, but made his eyes sink.

Are you so happy after getting rid of him?

in the afternoon

He Qing took Yan Rong to the company.

The secretary was reporting to him, his eyes were in a trance, and behind him, a pair of hands that were invisible to others were groping on him.

The man's earlobe was red because he was being kissed by Yan Rong.

"Go ahead first, I'll just come here."

Relying on others not being able to see himself, Yan Rong used all means on the man, watching him clearly unable to bear the provocation, but also forced to make a calm and indifferent look, with a malicious expression on his face Smile.

The secretary should come down and was about to go out.

"Well……"

She turned around in disbelief, looking at the man with a red face, "He Zong, are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Rong relied on her being invisible and unable to hear herself, raising her eyebrows and answering with a smile, "He is being played comfortably."

The secretary could not hear it, but He Qing heard it clearly. He clasped the seat with both hands, and his fingertips pressed hard to the point of whitishness.

The ghost touched lightly, and then saw him hold on without shouting, and pinched again.

"Well--"

It seemed that the pain at the bottom of his heart made He Qing unable to hold back anymore, and he bowed down on the table in pain.

The secretary was frightened, she stepped forward, "He Zong? He Zong, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine..."

He Qing trembles with a voice in front of the secretary. She is full of pure worry. She has no idea what the man she is worried about is going through.

Yan Rong seemed to hit him with a stick to a sweet jujube, and his slender hands were gentle again, but this kind of tenderness was not as good as He Qing's.

Because, compared to pain, this is torture.

The slender legs trembling under the desk, He Qing tried hard not to scream, the voice was unstable, "You go busy, I'll take a rest after a while."

Watching the secretary walk away three or three times, Yan Rong raised an eyebrow and leaned into the man's ear, "How can you send her away so easily? I want her to see how you cry."

He Qing held his hand and did not know whether it was because of pain or something else. It was slightly red. He looked up at the ghost and asked awkwardly, "Do you have to humiliate me like this?"

"Ok."

Yan Rong froze for a second, then nodded and admitted.

"Yeah, don't you know? I always hate you and humiliate you. It's a joy for me. Looking at you is embarrassing. I can laugh when I dream."

"Mr. He, before I came to the office, you didn't give me any good looks." Yan Rong embraced the man from behind, and the magnetic voice was full of malice.

"The door is open, we will do it here, okay?"

"Do not--"

When he fought up, he just spit out a word, and he was covered with a cold hand, his clothes were removed, and the familiar movement came with coldness.

From beginning to end, the man's beautiful eyes always looked at the door in horror, for fear that someone would come in suddenly and hit such a scene.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of seeing that gaze.

"I still like how nervous you are." The ghost said behind him, his voice full of satisfaction, "Can live me comfortably."

He Qing was covered by an invisible big hand, and tears slipped out of his eyes, dripping onto the ghost's hand.

"Are you crying?"

Yan Rong pressed the man on the table, looked at him face to face, and kissed with a wanton smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's so sweet."

Slightly cold lips kissed the tears on the man's face. He didn't cover He Qing's mouth anymore. Instead, he himself blocked the mouth with both hands and did not let himself yell.

"Hate me?"

Yan Rong watched the beautiful body beneath her being teased by her own acquaintance, her smile increased.

He Qing was lying on the table with documents under him, and he was covering his lips with death. The ghost was cold and cold, but there was a determined voice.

"We just hate each other, and it's good to live a lifetime."

"You said it? Hezong?"

The man closed his eyes and hid his tears.

There is nothing in life, there will be no more...

Yan Rong has always been a person who doesn't count. He still hasn't gotten rid of this bad thing as a ghost. Fortunately, the company doesn't mess up, but he only knows to take a man to be happy everywhere in the office.

At the end of the meeting, when He Qing had to come forward, the man almost begged the other party not to mess up.

Finally, after agreeing to a series of difficult toys, Yan Rong shrugged, and then let him go.

The ghost was left alone in the office. He Qing went to the meeting room for a meeting. He had only half an hour.

The cleaning aunt took advantage of his absence to clean up. She couldn’t see the ghost. She didn’t know that when she was mopping the floor, Grandpa Yan Rongzheng lay on the sofa and looked at her.

The aunt dragged the floor diligently, and then took the rag and started to wipe it around. When she was in front of the bookcase, she was about to pull open to wipe the book inside, but she found that it was locked.

"Strange, wasn't it unlocked before?" Aunt murmured to herself, not taking it seriously, and went out with a rag.

Zheng Bai bored Lai lying on the sofa, watching her Yan Rong's ears move, and suddenly got excited.

He worked as an assistant and knew He Qing's habits.

The man prides himself on being open-minded and does not want to lock anything, nor does the office cabinet, let alone the bookcase.

What must be locked inside this?

Yan Rong stood up, walked to the bookcase, and lightly fiddled with the lock. After thinking about it, he recalled the car that had been destroyed by the air-conditioner that day. He closed his eyes and tried to move again.

-Click!

The lock was covered with a layer of frost, and Yan Rong gently twisted it and fell to the ground.

He stretched out his pale and slender hand and passed it over a pile of books.

Just some ordinary books used to fill bookcases, nothing special?

Perplexed, his eyes fell on the small cabinet below.

There was also a lock.

After the familiar door was damaged, Yan Rong took out a shabby book from inside.

"Ghost solution?"

He felt the cover on it and remembered what He Qing said, the book left by his uncle.

This is it.

A ghostly smile appeared on the pale face of the ghost, saying that he would not show it to him, or that it had not fallen into his hands.

Opening the cover, the words that appeared on the first page made Yan Rong stunned.