The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

"Uncle He is dead?" Mo Chuyu stumbled and took a step back. "No, impossible..."

If it is really like Lu Linguan said, how desperate should A Qing see her betrayal after losing her only relative!

Do not! Lu Linguan must be lying to her. Now A Qing’s whereabouts are unknown. She can’t lose her mind. The girl keeps hypnotizing herself, looking at the young man who completely took off the mask with red eyes. "If Uncle He really passed away, I wouldn’t get No news!"

"You don’t get the news because Zheng Shenke doesn’t want the outside world to know that as soon as the person who adopted him dies, he can’t wait to drive out the children of his family. One person has exclusive possession of all the property. When I saw us together yesterday, This is when A Qing is the most vulnerable and most in need of comfort."

"And you..." Lu Linguan said, "but told him that you like his boyfriend and let him fulfill you."

"So, it's normal for A Qing to jump off the bridge."

"You lied to me!" Mo Chuyu's eyes were full of tears, and she wiped them away randomly, but there were still more tears coming out, "A Qing will not commit suicide, A Qing Ming said, after giving you heart, he Will live a good life, and will not be silly like now!"

Live a good life?

Does He Qing think so? Lu Linguan smiled on his face, and his subtle sourness rose from his heart.

Isn’t he likes himself the most, can’t even live without him? Inevitably, if He Changying did not die this time, will he live a happy life as usual after breaking up with himself?

Lu Linguan's face was so dreadful that as long as he thought that the teenager would leave himself, there would be no more of him in those beautiful big eyes, and he felt stinging all over.

It's the kind of tingling I really want but can't get.

How can it be? Haven’t you liked him for so many years? How can I just give up so easily?

Lu Linguan turned a lot of thoughts in his heart, and his gloomy face gradually returned to his normal look. He looked at Mo Chuyu, and he was too lazy to entangle with her again. "Look at the bridge, A Qing committed suicide there. You don’t believe it. You can do it yourself. Go see."

Mo Chuyu couldn't wipe the tears that came out after seeing the young man said, and scolded, "Lulin Guan you stop! You said A Qing committed suicide, what about others, where are they now?"

"Want to know?" Lu Linguan stopped and turned back to show a gentle smile again. "You will know if you go to Changxiangqiao to see."

"Lu Linguan!"

Mo Chuyu was messed up by the news of He Qing’s suicide, and she completely lost her ability to think. When she saw someone walking away, she ran out with red eyes.

A Qing, you must not do stupid things!

please……

Lu Linguan frowned, sending away annoying flies. Now, Wang Yuecheng should have met with Zheng Shenke.

He thought a little bit, and finally called Lu Ren expressionlessly.

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"The doctor said that the young master was stimulated mentally, and his thinking may have returned to his childhood." The housekeeper was full of bitterness. "It is best not to stimulate the young master now, otherwise no one knows what he can do."

"The young master's psychologist was abroad when he was a child and said that he would be able to come back as soon as possible. The young master was cured by him when he was a kid, and it must be no problem this time!"

Looking at the housekeeper with the hope on his face, Zheng Shenke didn't answer in silence. When he was a child, He Qing became autistic because of his mother's abuse, but now He Qing is because he was being...

The man's fists on both sides were tightly squeezed, he resisted the tyranny rising from the bottom of his heart, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go and see him."

The teenager woke up long ago, but it was like the housekeeper said, sitting quietly on the bed, obviously the TV was playing, but his eyes remained outside the empty window.

The pair always had proud, beautiful eyes. At the moment, they were full of godlessness. The man's heart was hurt. He tried to make a smile, and his slender legs walked away. "A Qing, what are you looking at?" ?"

The teenager's eyes were still staring straight out of the window, and he didn't care what he meant, and Zheng Shenke didn't care. He carefully helped the half-seated teenager to put on his clothes and sit by the bed. "Are you looking at the scenery outside?" "

He Qing's exquisite profile was only empty, he shrunk, carefully moved in the opposite direction of the man, and then held his arms in a daze.

Zheng Shenke vaguely felt wrong. Although the youngsters were a bit timid before, they wouldn't say a word like this now. In this case, it's a bit like what the housekeeper said.

"As long as no one asks him to do one thing, he can sit quietly for a day, how could he secretly run into the car..."

Zheng Shenke's hands clenched into fists tightened even more. He seemed to be asking He Qing, and he was asking himself, "A Qing, wasn't it really you?"

The teenager looked staring out of the window and ignored him.

Zheng Shenke smiled miserably and said to himself, "I believe it is not you, but is it too late?"

"A Qing, why, seeing you like this, here I am..." The man pressed his heart and showed pain and doubt on his face. "Will it be so uncomfortable?"

"I think I might like you..."

Zheng Shenke was tempted for the first time and confessed for the first time, but the object of the confession was indirectly harmed by him.

The man’s slender hand rested on the young man’s hair, stroking softly, “A Qing is at ease and hurts you. I’ve found out. I’ll let him pay, OK?”

"A Qing always liked Lu Linguan and wanted to marry him, but he actually treated you like this..." Zheng Shenke's eyes were full of hate when he thought of the bruises all over his body and the marks he saw when he cleaned up for him. "He should have been stopped now, want to escape abroad and dream!"

The big hand with distinct joints gently stroked the young man's pale cheeks, cautiously afraid not to force him to scare him, the man's voice was soft and whispered, "Let us let Lu Lin watch the death, shall we?"

With thin cocoons, hearing the name of Lu Linguan, the young man's eyes, which had been standing still, moved slightly. With the divine light, after seeing the man in front of him, his expression changed from dazed to fearful.

As if hiding from some monster, the teenager screamed and hid, and he looked around. The clear and cheerful voice in the past was full of helplessness and panic, "Lin Guan! Where are you Lin Guan..."

Zheng Shenke's expression stunned, "A Qing, what's wrong with you?"

When I saw him, the teenager seemed to see a stranger, so terrified that he shivered, and there was a crying voice in his voice, "Where are you grandpa but... Qing is afraid..."

The butler who just happened to be carrying a bowl of soup rushed up almost busy. When the teenager saw him, he almost burst into his arms crying.

Zheng Shenke stood stiffly, watching the butler holding the choking young boy, distressedly patting his back, as if coaxing him when he was a kid. Cry or not cry..."

"Where did you go..." There was a dull grievance in the boy's voice, he chuckled in a small voice, "Grandpa Butler...Why isn't Lin Guan..."

The butler slapped his hand on the back.

He heard Wang Yuecheng confess to Lu Linguan with his own ears, and now he can't wait to eat the meat of this beast that grew up with their young master. When he heard his name, his eyes suddenly became hatred.

"Young Master asked him what to do?"

The teenager looked up in doubt, still choking a little, "Lin Guan... Didn't Lin Guan come today?"

He said, still feeling aggrieved, and could not help but shed tears in his eyes, "He didn't mean to stay with me every day and protect me?"

The housekeeper was stunned. The teenager grabbed his clothes and begged, "Can I call Lin Guan and let him accompany me... Dad said he would go to Uncle Zheng's house today, can I not go... I'm scared ..."

Hearing this sentence, the man who had been standing on the side suddenly looked up sharply, staring at the grievous and timid teenager with a dark voice, "A Qing, how old are you."

The teenager discovered that the stranger was still there, and suddenly shrank back into the steward's arms, shut his mouth and refused to answer.

The butler also understood. He kindly applauded and patted the back of the teenager, and coaxed him softly, "Does the young master know how old he is? Can you tell the grandfather of the housekeeper?"

Asked by the second trusted housekeeper, the teenager did not ignore this time, he whispered, "I am five years old..."

After answering, he still begged, "Grandpa Butler, let Lin Guan come with me, OK..."

Five years old...

He Qing was five years old and it was the year when the Zheng family and his wife passed away. His memory actually returned to this time.