Seeing the woman following Doctor Bai, Mingzhe's eyes sank, and just as his expression showed anger, the crying of the child in his arms suddenly became louder.
"Come and show him!"
Dr. Bai is a very experienced veteran doctor. Having heard the specific situation from the housekeeper on the phone, he sat down unhurriedly under the man's sight, put his hand on He Qing's round belly, and pressed it lightly.
"ah-"
Stimulated by the sudden pain, the child who had just curled up obediently in the man's arms bounced up like a live fish, his little face wrinkled tightly.
Seeing this, Dr. Bai slowly withdrew his hand, and asked kindly, "Does it hurt?"
"Woo... it hurts..."
He Qing's tears seemed to fall without money, pattering down on the back of the man who was hugging him, and Mingzhe quickly patted his back to coax him.
Seeing the child sobbing and leaning against his arms, the man hurriedly asked, "Doctor Bai, how is Ah Qing? Is it serious?"
"It's nothing serious, just eating too much." Doctor Bai stroked his white beard, and continued to smile at He Qing, "Come on, kid, show your hand to Grandpa."
It could be seen that He Qing was still afraid of the man who just pressed his stomach, but leaning against the man's arms, he still stretched out his hand carefully.
"Stick out your tongue and take a look."
After a series of diagnoses, Dr. Bai came to a conclusion.
"It's just eating too much, but this child is a bit weak, so he needs to make up for it. Take a medicinal diet, and I'll give you a prescription."
"Cure this stomachache first."
After a lot of tossing, when Dr. Bai was stroking his beard and dangling to ask questions, he noticed that there were still two people standing in the corner.
"Hey, Mingzhe, you have guests."
The man was hugging the child and rubbing his belly, he raised his eyes impatiently at the sound, and met a pair of flattering eyes.
"Mr. Ming, let me come and see Ah Qing."
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the drowsy boy lying in the man's arms with tears on his face, and his expression immediately showed distress.
"Hey, what's the matter, Ah Qing, my aunt saw you coming."
Seeing that the woman was about to reach out to touch her while she was talking, Mingzhe protected He Qing, his eyes were full of coldness, "The agreement has been signed, what are you doing here?"
"Look at what you said. I'm Ah Qing's aunt. Although I don't have custody rights, I can still visit him from time to time."
"Ah Qing likes to play with his cousin the most. I even brought my son here."
As she spoke, she called the little boy next to her, "Chuanjin, say hello to your Uncle Ming."
Song Chuanjin was ten years old this year. He was handsome and stood up straight. At this moment, he was a little nervous and obediently shouted, "Hello, Uncle Ming."
The man kept rubbing his hands gently on the boy's belly, and he sneered when he heard the woman's words, without giving her any face at all.
"see a visitor out."
"Hey, Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming!"
When she was pushed out of the gate, Aunt He didn't recover from the shock of being kicked out.
She is Ah Qing's aunt, why should Mingzhe chase her away!
"Auntie, forget it, let's go."
Song Chuanjin turned around and took a look, then walked to the woman, "He doesn't want to talk to us at all."
"No, what will your father do if we leave! Now the company seems to be dying, and we only have Mingzhe to ask for!"
Thinking of this, regret flashed in Aunt He's eyes. She knew that the man who took away He Qing's custody was Mingzhe, and she had established a good relationship with him that day, otherwise there would be no place for her husband to ask for something.
Before she gave up, she pulled out Song Chuanjin's hand, "Chuanjin, Ah Qing likes to play with you the most, Auntie must find a way to get you to meet him, please coax him well, I think this Mingzhe treats Ah Qing well." Well, maybe he can get up as soon as he talks about your father's company!"
The image of the boy being pampered and worriedly hugged by the man and carefully coaxed flashed by. Song Chuanjin's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly withdrew his hand, "I know, I will coax him well."
Aunt He also found that she was a little too excited, and she immediately became embarrassed, "Let's go back. After standing outside for so long, Auntie's stomach feels a little uncomfortable."
His eyes swept across the woman's flat abdomen, Song Chuanjin lowered his eyes, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "Okay."
[Ding! Song Chuanjin's favorability: 5]
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"Married to a nouveau riche, the nouveau riche's ex-wife left behind a son, and now she is running around asking for help for her husband's company. It is probably because I know your identity, Mr. Ming, that's why I came here to build a relationship."
"laugh."
Mingzhe put down the phone, eyes full of impatience.
For a woman who said in public that Ah Qing was mentally handicapped, and who was obsessed with how to divide the He family's property before she got custody, it would be better not to let Ah Qing get in touch with her.
"uncle… "
The child sleeping on the bed suddenly yelled in a daze. The man stepped forward and saw that his eyes were closed, his little face was flushed in sleep, his thumb was in his mouth, and his pink lips squirmed from time to time, as if he was sucking. .
Mingzhe's eyes were full of pampering and he patted gently, "Uncle is here..."
"Well… "
I don't know if the child heard it in his sleep, but the delicate eyebrows that had been slightly furrowed relaxed, and his expression returned to peace again.
The man sat by the bed, looking at his cute sleeping face, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up in a small arc.
Immediately, thinking of the inspection report again, the smile fell again.
How could such a lovely child have an IQ problem
"IQ is fine, it's just that the reaction is a bit slow." Dr. Bai stroked his long beard and said with certainty.
"He was a bit underdeveloped when he was just born, and he hasn't learned to speak when he is old. It is estimated that his parents were anxious to check, and found out this result."
"Actually, this kind of disease is not considered a disease at all. As long as the parents teach it well, it will be no different from ordinary people when it grows up, except that it reacts a little slower. But this child's parents probably think he can't learn, so they didn't teach him anything. To put it bluntly, he is spoiled! "
"You can just teach it well in the future. The reaction may be a bit slow, but you will definitely learn it."
After hearing Dr. Bai's words, Mingzhe was a little pleasantly surprised, but he still didn't let go of his worry, "Then you said that you were weak?"
"This, premature baby, it will be more or less difficult, I will prescribe a medicinal diet for you, and take care of it slowly."
"By the way!" The white-bearded old man was packing his medicine box when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head, "Where did you abduct this kid? It doesn't look like anyone is taking care of him. He is well-raised." .”
"He Zhiwen's, my half son."
Thinking of the well-behaved child upstairs, this half son Mingzhe spoke with confidence.
As soon as He Zhiwen was mentioned, Dr. Bai also understood, "I didn't see it, you are quite loyal, okay, for the sake of your loyalty, you will get 20% off today's consultation fee."
The man gave him a cool look, "Where's the medicine money?"
"Hahaha, don't be so serious. This child is good-looking, but his body is weak, just like a glass doll. He must be raised well, and he can't be left behind for a moment. You will need me more in the future."
This sentence became a prophecy, He Qing only came for a few months, and Dr. Bai ran away no less than ten times.
For the tenth time, when he wrote down the prescription feebly, the white-bearded old man looked back speechlessly at the man who was carefully putting the wet towel on He Qing's head.
"I said, can you stop pampering him like this, let him play in the water if he wants to? It's no wonder he doesn't get sick at such a young age."
With a straight face, Mingzhe touched the child's hot forehead, his eyes were full of self-blame, "I swam every day when he was his age, and I thought..."
"Can he compare with you? An iron stone, a jade doll, this is the first time, I told you, don't be so spoiled, if this continues, Ah Qing will be spoiled by you sooner or later!"
"It's like those young people who drive around every day. They eat, drink, and have fun everywhere. They don't even look at the business at home. When the time comes, you have no place to cry."
The man who was gently patting the child to coax him listened, his eyes were full of doting, and he continued, "That's not bad, just don't play with your body, the assets of the He family, plus those under my name, are enough for him to eat and drink for the rest of his life Have fun."
Dr. Bai didn't even write down the shocking prescription.
"What? You want to give Ah Qing your property?"
"You're crazy, do you know how much that is!"
Mingzhe looked down at He Qing's cute sleeping face with his mouth slightly open, and lightly scratched his little nose. Seeing the sleeping child holding his thumb in his arms, he couldn't help but smile.
"Anyway, I don't plan to get married and have children, so I might as well give it to Ah Qing."
This logic is really amazing...
Dr. Bai silently picked up the pen he had dropped on the floor, "After all, Ah Qing is seven years old, and it's time for him to go to school."
"Go to school?" The man frowned, "Can't you hire a teacher at home?"
"Children still have to play with their peers. You leave Ah Qing at home every day. He has no other entertainment except watching TV. He just got sick after playing in the water today. If you are really worried, you can find him A school that is closer, Ah Qing will be happy if the children run and dance together."
"But he's weak..." Subconsciously, Mingzhe didn't want this child who needed careful care to leave his sight.
Doctor Bai rolled his eyes, "If you let you stay at home and watch TV every day, you're not weak at all. If he hadn't been watched so strictly when he was a child, he seldom walked by himself. I guess he wouldn't be so weak now. In this way, you will not follow in the same footsteps."
"Besides, children still need friends. You can watch him grow up, and can you take him wherever he goes? Ah Qing was not alone when you went to work."
"Growing up alone, you are not afraid that Ah Qing will blame you when he grows up!"
The man frowned, touched the child's hot face worriedly, and finally agreed, "I'll send him to school after he recovers."
But he was still reluctant, he could definitely take Ah Qing to work, just in time to teach him how to handle company affairs.
Although he really wanted to do this, after He Qing recovered from his illness, he still reluctantly hugged the sleeping boy.
"Ah Qing, I have to go to school today, don't sleep..."
In fact, it's getting late now, but He Qing has always been sleepy. Usually, Mingzhe is considerate of his poor health and allows him to sleep as long as he wants, but not today.
"I'm sleepy… "
Being hugged and stood up, the child relaxed and leaned into the man's arms, eyes still open, acting coquettishly as usual and refusing to get up, "I still want to sleep..."
When the soft and sleepy voice fell into his ears, the man almost agreed, but at the last moment he woke up and forced himself to harden his heart, "Wait until school is over and go home to sleep, good boy. Today is your first day at school, so be obedient."
In the past few months, the man has been obedient to He Qing, but if he insists, no matter how much He Qing begs or acts like a baby, he will not soften. Hearing his tone, the child had no choice but to look aggrieved. Open your eyes, and stretch out your short hands to put on your clothes.
He moved slowly, putting clothes on himself one by one, looking clumsy and pitiful, He Qing got tired after a while, looking up at the man with his small face, hoping that he would soften his heart and help him.
Mingzhe squatted down indifferently, "Uncle will only help you put on your socks, and do the rest yourself."
The child pursed his mouth a little aggrieved, so he had to continue to struggle with the clothes.
Seeing that he was a little angry but didn't dare to show it, the corner of the man's mouth curled up happily, and he gently touched his little head, "Okay, if Ah Qing goes to school and doesn't like it, uncle will find you one Teacher, come and study at home."
The underlings are the little furry heads, Mingzhe thought confidently, it's not that he didn't give Ah Qing the chance to get in touch with his peers, if he really blamed him then, at worst he chose it himself.
With this idea in mind, the man led He Qing into the car, and drove him to the school himself. With a smile on his face, he watched the boy walk into the classroom and sit down, and timidly asked him for help. Looking over, Mingzhe became more confident. big.
It seems that it won't take a day, no, maybe half a day, Ah Qing will go home crying and clamoring.
The confident man went back to the company in a good mood and worked hard. He couldn't wait to drive to school as soon as school was over at noon.
Because He Qing already knew some basic characters and was old enough, he was assigned to the first grade. Now it was time for lunch. Since the children were young, the teacher took him to the cafeteria for dinner.
The meals in the cafeteria are all the same, Mingzhe looks at the glistening green peppers, and his heart is full of worries.
Ah Qing doesn't like green peppers, it can even be said that he hates green peppers quite a lot, and he loves to cry so much, he doesn't know how to cry.
It hasn't been long since he learned to eat by himself, and he can still help feed him from time to time at home, but now no one feeds him, and he doesn't like green peppers, will he be hungry
With all kinds of worries in his heart, the man in a suit and leather shoes passed through a group of little bean dices, and saw the somewhat thin figure of his own child from a distance.
He was wearing the bright yellow coat from this morning, Mingzhe chose it himself, and He Qing was as cute as a chubby duckling in it, every time he saw him wearing this dress, he would take small steps and rush towards himself Mingzhe would want to laugh when he came here.
The man looked over carefully, saw that his back was facing him and he didn't know what he was doing on the dinner plate, and walked there with a smile on his lips.
The little Doudings nearby all sat at the same table, only He Qing was alone and the opposite was empty.
It seems that Ah Qing is not very popular at school, and she will go back with him crying after a while.
Thinking of this, the corners of the man's mouth slightly curled up, he coughed lightly, and opened his mouth to shout.
- "Ah Ching!"
The same childish voice sounded from the side, and the boy in school uniform walked over with a smile on his face, "Here, the drink you want."
Mingzhe turned dark, and He Qing, who had his back turned to him, thanked him sweetly, "Thank you brother."
After seeing Song Chuanjin's face clearly, the man strode forward and sat down at another table with a sullen face.
He knocked on the table, "Ah Qing."
He Qing, who was drinking water with a straw in his mouth, looked over suspiciously, and his eyes lit up when he saw the person coming.
"uncle!"
The child's face was whitened by the drink, and his beautiful big eyes were full of surprise, "Are you coming to see me?"
"Yes." Half of the original anger dissipated after seeing the child happily smiling at him, Mingzhe reached out and pinched his chubby face.
"How are you doing at school?"
"It's good." The answer that was completely opposite to what he had imagined entered the man's ears, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing He Qing happy, he was also happy.
However, this joy was concealed when he saw the drink in He Qing's hand. With a sullen face, he glanced at Song Chuanjin who had been sitting quietly, and reached out to take the drink into his hand very naturally.
He Qing still maintained the posture of sipping his drink, and stared at him blankly with big beautiful eyes, as if he hadn't realized why his drink disappeared in an instant.
"You're not in good health, don't drink this kind of thing." He squeezed the drink bottle tightly under He Qing's gaze without guilt at all. He touched the child's head and emphasized, "If you don't feel used to it at school, uncle I’ll change schools for you, or you can teach at home.”
But He Qing, who was still reluctant to leave before going out with a look of grievance on his face, hugged the door, cried and refused to leave, but now shook his head innocently.
"I'm used to it."
The young boy who had been sitting by the side without saying a word since the man came also spoke appropriately, "Uncle Ming, don't worry, I will take good care of Ah Qing."
He is a child, even if Mingzhe knows what his family is up to, it is not easy to be serious with a child, but seeing He Qing happily leaning on Song Chuanjin, the man still feels a little aggrieved.
This silly boy is still happy, and he will probably help count the money when he is sold.
He couldn't bear to say anything to He Qing, so he could only nod perfunctorily in the end, "Then I'll trouble you."
"Uncle, go to work and be careful not to be late."
Hearing heart-warming words usually makes Mingzhe feel uncomfortable at this moment, does it really mean that children need playmates
He just had a companion, so don't let him be an uncle.
Although he was a little disappointed and wary of Song Chuanjin's identity, Mingzhe still held back his discomfort when he saw the happy child he raised.
Since he brought little He Qing home, although he is obedient and obedient, Mingzhe always feels that he is a bit too obedient, watching TV or going to the garden to see flowers every day, although Mingzhe can handle work for a month and do nothing else It wasn't boring, but he didn't think a child could do that either.
This was the beginning of He Qing's primary school career.
I don’t know if I really still remember Song Chuanjin taking him to play when I was a child. He Qing is very dependent on this cousin who is three years older than himself. The two are in the same school, and it’s okay to follow behind every day. After returning home, he still muttered about Brother Chuanjin.
"Brother Chuanjin has a horse at home. It's so big. He even showed me a photo of it. It's so big and so tall..."
A child's unique soft voice was full of excitement. Mingzhe sat on the sofa and watched him stretch out his hand and gesture, as if he also realized that his hand was too short, so he walked up to the man in small steps and pulled his hand. Hand gestures.
"It's like uncle's arms are so big and long!"
Hearing the amazement on the face of his child who was envious of other people's things, the man put down his hand with a faint smile, "Does Ah Qing like ponies? How about uncle buying you a horse?"
He Qing's voice changed in surprise. He rushed forward with bright eyes, and kissed the man on the cheek with a chirp, "Really! Uncle, do you want to buy a pony?"
Seeing that he finally shut up Chuanjin's brother, the man smiled and gently hugged the child in his arms, "Yes, buy it for Ah Qing. Whatever Ah Qing wants, uncle will buy it for you."
The next day, Mingzhe bought a beautiful pony through his relationship. When the beautiful pony looked at it with big watery eyes, He Qing cried out excitedly, his small body was both timid and nervous. Longing for a long time around this little pony.
In the end, he ran over to ask Mingzhe for help.
"Uncle, I dare not go over..."
"Come, uncle will accompany you."
The man who had laughed out loud at the child's surprise for a long time ago picked him up with a gentle smile, let He Qing curl up in his arms, and reached out to touch him.
The next second after touching the pony's head, the little short hand retracted as if shocked, and the child's eyes opened wide, both happy and excited.
"Can you ride it? Brother Chuanjin knows how to ride a horse!"
Mingzhe wondered for a moment why Song Chuanjin was mentioned again, but quickly put this little emotion behind him. He took He Qing's chubby hand and led him to touch the pony.
"Ah Qing is still young, not yet old enough to ride a horse."
He Qing's eager expression fell, and he grabbed the man's clothes with a little reluctance, "But I want to ride..."
"The pony is still young, just as small as Ah Qing. When he grows up, Ah Qing will grow up too. Then he can ride a horse."
If He Qing's shortcoming is that he likes to cry, then his good point is that he is easy to coax. Hearing these words, he didn't ask how long it will be until he grows up, so he turned around and kissed the man coldly cheeks.
"Thank you Uncle! I like Uncle the most!"
Mingzhe was coaxed by him, his eyes were full of smiles, he hugged He Qing upside down, his magnetic voice was full of doting, "You really know how to coax people, you little clever ghost."
Ever since Mingzhe bought a pony for He Qing, he finally stopped talking about what happened to brother Chuanjin.
Although it was changed to what is the pony today, what is going to be tomorrow, but in view of the fact that this horse was given by him, the man graciously let him go.
Sure enough, just like what Dr. Bai said, since He Qing started to go to school, he has become more cheerful, and even his body looks much better than before.
But according to Mingzhe's investigation, because He Qing's personality is too shy, the children in his class are either bullies or crybabys. At present, he has not made friends of the same age. The reason why he is so happy every day is because Song The cheap cousin at home spends every day trying to make him happy.
Of course, Mingzhe would not think that this is some kind of cousin friendship. Apart from other things, he just said that every time he saw Song Chuanjin, he didn't look like a ten-year-old child at all. Of course, he was still too young. Otherwise, it would not be seen thoroughly by men.
He has always hated this kind of deliberate use, but seeing the child getting happier day by day, and the smile on his face no longer as timid as before made people feel distressed, so he let him go.
The man is confident that no one can hurt the child he raised under his nose.
He tacitly allowed Song Chuanjin to approach He Qing, and the two naturally got closer and closer at school. Finally, after more than a month, He Qing happily brought Song Chuanjin home. Of course, it was Mingzhe who agreed. in the case of.
Seeing the child running around picking up toys and delicious food, the man sat on the sofa watching TV with a calm expression, and stopped him when He Qing Xiaobu passed by him, "Ah Qing, give me one. "
"Okay!" The child happily agreed with his fair face up.
Mingzhe looked at the TV, stretched out his slender hand to pick it up, but a strawberry was pushed into his lips, he subconsciously swallowed it, and lowered his eyes to look.
He Qing stood beside him, holding another strawberry in his little hand, "Do you still want to eat, uncle?"
This little clever ghost has never been so attentive before, Mingzhe glanced at him helplessly, reached out to take the strawberry, "Okay, uncle won't eat, go and entertain your friends."
"Um!"
Seeing that He Qing ran away holding a plate of strawberries without any hesitation, the man couldn't laugh or cry while pinching the strawberries in his hand.
Why does he like Song Chuanjin so much
Of course Mingzhe didn't think much of it at the moment, he just thought that He Qing liked to play with older children, and that he was indeed getting happier every day, so he didn't have much resistance to it and completely disappeared.
While eating, Mingzhe glanced at Song Chuanjin inadvertently.
His body is straight, he sits upright, and his eating posture is elegant. It can be seen that he has been well trained since he was a child, and his every move is exactly the model of a good seed that Mingzhe once looked forward to.
Look at the child you raised again.
He Qing's eyes were focused on his own bowl. His mouth was small, but his movements were very fast. He couldn't use chopsticks and forks when he was so big. At this moment, he was taking his special small spoon to mouth one after another. Delivering food from home, the little face was bulging and refused to stop.
The man looked helplessly, and picked up the handkerchief on the table to wipe off the oil from the child's mouth. His voice was low and full of indulgence, "No one will grab you, and you are in such a hurry."
The child obediently raised his face to be wiped, and when he finally finished eating the food in his mouth, he explained in a low voice, a little embarrassed, "Because it's delicious."
Seeing his guilty appearance, Mingzhe couldn't help laughing, "It's delicious, let's eat more today."
It sounds great to raise Ah Qing to be white and fat.
Unaware of what Mingzhe was thinking, He Qing took another mouthful of food, glanced at Song Chuanjin inadvertently, but found that he was staring at him fixedly.
"Brother, you eat."
"Um."
Song Chuanjin answered absent-mindedly, and lowered her head with envy hidden in her eyes.
He really envied He Qing. He used to envy He's parents when they were still there, but now he still envies them without them.
Envious at the same time, but also a little jealous.
How could he be so lucky
My aunt said that when He Qing was born, he was found to have mental problems. Almost all relatives advised He's parents to have another child, but they refused to give up on He Qing.
He raised this mentally handicapped child with care and care, and didn't let him suffer at all.
When Song Chuanjin, who had to take at least eight classes every day and learned to ride a horse, knew that He Qing didn't need to learn anything, as long as he was comfortable and happy every day, the feeling in his heart was hard to describe.
Song Chuanjin lost his mother since he was a child, and his father was unreliable. He was smart and knew what kind of situation he would face if he didn't work hard. So he worked harder, coupled with his natural good mind, and soon became the hero of Song's father. Proud, even after marrying a stepmother, she didn't ignore him.
Others praised him for being smart, but only Song Chuanjin knew how hard he had worked so hard to survive. Of course, He Qing, who was no match for him but could enjoy the love of his parents, was not in his eyes. So pleasing to the eye.
Later, he learned that He Qing's parents passed away, leaving behind a huge family property and He Qing who had mental problems.
Hearing with his own ears that his father and stepmother were discussing how to get custody and how to take the He family's property as his own, Song Chuanjin felt complicated.
Sure enough, he still had to rely on himself. He Qing used to live an enviable life, but if it fell into the hands of his scumbag father, his future life would definitely not be much easier.
It wasn't until that day, when his stepmother came back angrily, and had a big fight with his father at night, that he knew that He Qing's custody rights had been taken away by a stranger, who seemed to be very powerful, and they would never win the lawsuit.
Song Chuanjin originally thought that the person who took away He Qing's custody rights was also for the property of the He family, and felt sympathetic for He Qing for a while.
But unexpectedly, that person actually raised He Qing as his son.
Song Chuanjin sat very straight, drinking the soup in the bowl one mouthful at a time. Seeing the boy with a pretty face across the way who wanted to eat food but couldn't get it, and opened his mouth waiting for the man to feed him, he felt even more envious.
If his mother hadn't died, now he wouldn't be studying late every night and no one would urge him to go to bed early.
He Qing ate the food fed by the man, and smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you uncle."
"Little sweet mouth!"
With distaste on his lips, Mingzhe enjoyed it in his heart, and turned around to peel shrimps for He Qing again.
Eating his favorite prawn happily, the child who was enjoying the food stretched out his hand and opened his mouth finally noticed that his elder brother Chuanjin still didn't continue to eat.
"Brother Chuanjin, are you full after eating such a small amount?"
A soft and sweet voice sounded from the opposite side, Song Chuanjin came back to his senses, raised his eyes to meet the child's gaze, and was stunned when he saw the undisguised worry in those big black and white beautiful eyes.
"elder brother?"
Seeing that he didn't answer, He Qing called out again.
Song Chuanjin finally came to his senses, quickly lowered his head and took a bite of the meat, "Not yet, I'm still eating."
You can't break the etiquette in other people's homes. This is the etiquette taught by his father since he was a child. What's more, he still asks for others when he comes here today, so he must be more cautious.
After dinner, Mingzhe deliberately didn't go upstairs to go back to the study like before. Sure enough, after a while, Song Chuanjin came over with some hesitation, his face full of nervousness.
"If you want me to help the Song family, at least you have to give me some reward." After listening to him patiently, the man raised his eyebrows, and he didn't refuse immediately, but he didn't agree either.
help…
It is impossible to count on his father, but if the Song family really collapses, it will be a hundred times, a thousand times more difficult for Song Chuanjin to get ahead in the future than it is now.
He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, his voice was firm, "As long as you are willing to help, I will definitely repay you when I grow up..."
"Come on."
Mingzhe waved his hand and interrupted him, "What's the use of saying these bad checks? Although you are still young, you should know the nature of a businessman. If there is no benefit, no one will make a move."
Being poked at the center, Song Chuanjin's ugly head lowered again.
Just like what Mingzhe said, their family has no benefits for those who are willing to help them. Song's father is not only a scum, but also a prodigal son. Song Chuanjin is still young and can't control him at all, so he can only watch Song's father Little by little, the family property will be ruined.
Song's father's character can only be seen clearly by looking at the company's accidents, letting his wife and children go out to run around, and hiding outside and fooling around.
His father was unreliable, and he was temporarily incompetent. Song Chuanjin opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn't think of anything that could convince Mingzhe.
In the end, he could only utter one sentence.
"What do you want me to do for you?"
This sentence was originally hopeless, but unexpectedly, the unfathomable man in front of him chuckled and replied.
"You also saw that Ah Qing likes you very much."
"I know what you are trying to please him these days. As long as you make him happy in the future as you do now, I will help you this time."
"Of course, I still have to collect the remuneration that should be collected. Although the property will shrink, it's better than having nothing, right?"
He actually took care of He Qing.
This was something Song Chuanjin could never have imagined.
Although Mingzhe also said that he would receive a reward, for a person of his level, it is already very rare to be willing to make a move.
Looking far away at the boy who was obediently walking on the treadmill after eating, Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of firmness.
"As long as you support me, I am willing to take care of Ah Qing for the rest of my life."
The man who seemed to be lying lazily on the sofa sneered, "I won't need you for the rest of my life, you just need to watch him order at school."
Although Ah Qing is only seven years old now, she will always grow up in the future.
In case of puppy love, skipping class, or being bullied in the future, it's useless for him to make up for it afterwards, it's better to have an eyeliner.
Song Chuanjin may be immature and can be seen through at a glance in Mingzhe's eyes, but among his peers, his type will definitely be able to make a splash. With himself on top of him, no matter how slow Ah Qing's reaction is, he will always be able to see through it. Will be bullied.
After Song Chuanjin was sent away, Mingzhe sat on the sofa and saw his own child standing at the door reluctantly, watching and watching, amused and annoyed.
"Ah Qing, come here."
When He Qing obediently came over, he asked someone to sit beside him and tapped his little head, "Why do you think you like Song Chuanjin so much?"
"Is he the elder brother?" After being knocked inexplicably, although it didn't hurt, the child still hugged his little head with his mouth puckered in aggrieved way.
"I'm still an uncle, and I haven't seen you like me so much."
He Qing straightened up his back when he heard the man's amused words, with a confident expression on his face, "I like my brother, and I also like my uncle!"
After finishing speaking, when he saw the handsome man in front of him looking at him with a half-smile, he became less confident, so he had no choice but to act like a baby.
He Qing rolled into the man's arms like a deflated little ball, and the sweet voice prolonged his confession, "Ah Qing likes brother, and uncle the most!"
"My favorite uncle!"
Mingzhe smiled, and hugged the villain in his arms.
"Just be sweet!"
"Remember this sentence for me, you can't like Song Chuanjin more than me in the future."
He Qing raised her fair face confidently, and patted her chest to reassure.
"No, I like uncle the most, no one can surpass uncle!"
After finishing speaking, he asked happily and confidently, "What about uncle, does uncle also like me the most?"
What a grinder.
Seeing his small appearance waiting for praise, the man had no choice but to follow his heart and pat his little head.
"Okay, uncle also likes Ah Qing the most."
"No one can surpass our little Ah Qing."