Aunt He and Father Song were buried in a grand manner. Their son, the ten-year-old child, has not yet woken up and can only survive in the hospital relying on equipment.
As the only healthy and grown-up son of the Song family, he got the family property as a matter of course.
It seems that everything is going well, but he is a young boy, even if he is talented, he still has a fight with those people.
Mingzhe didn't intend to intervene, not to mention that he was brooding over Song Chuanjin's seduction of the teenager, but in the case of two deaths and one injury in the Song family, he never let go of his doubts about Song Chuanjin.
No evidence was found, and Song Chuanjin's performance was remarkable. Although Mingzhe always felt that he was weird, he didn't intend to continue to observe.
To put it bluntly, if He Qing didn't have a deep affection for Aunt He, he wouldn't even go to the funeral.
Watching the coffins of the two being put into the soil, He Qing looked at Song Chuanjin with red eyes.
It was raining lightly, and he was holding a black umbrella, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his face was full of exhaustion, but his back was straight.
"Brother." He Qing came to him hesitantly, and asked in a low voice, "How is my cousin? Last time I wanted to see him, the doctor only let me go through the glass."
"I haven't woken up yet." Song Chuanjin withdrew his gaze from the tombstone and fixedly looked at the young man, his eyes were full of fragility.
"Ah Qing, from now on, I will really be alone."
The boy looked at him with sympathy, "Brother, I am also your relative, I will..."
Song Chuanjin stood upright, watching the young man's worried and caring voice of comfort, but his eyes fell on his neck, where a small Adam's apple was rolling up and down with He Qing's voice, his gaze was burning.
I couldn't help but start to think, if I leaned over to hold the small Adam's apple in my mouth at this time, would the boy shyly push him away, or would he half-push and half-whistle in his arms
Somewhere under him began to heat up, but on the surface he still had the appearance of an upright gentleman.
"elder brother?"
He Qing only felt that he was looking at him strangely, which made him want to leave uncontrollably, so he couldn't help but yelled.
Song Chuanjin looked away as if nothing had happened, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Qing, thank you."
"Thank you, you are my brother."
As usual, the boy spoke to him with complete trust.
Song Chuanjin's eyes were dark, and he looked at the boy fixedly. He nodded and said softly, "Yes, I am yours, brother."
It's just that he doesn't just want to be this elder brother, so what should he do.
He Qing didn't notice his pause, and was about to leave after comforting Song Chuanjin, who had just lost his father, when a man's magnetic voice came from behind him, faintly displeased.
"Ah Ching."
"uncle!"
He Qing turned around in surprise, and saw the man walking towards Mingzhe. He came to Mingzhe's side, tugged at his sleeve and asked delicately, "Didn't you say you can't come?"
"I don't worry about you."
Mingzhe let him pull him, and looked up at Song Chuanjin who was holding a black umbrella, his eyes were gloomy.
"Let's go, the tombstone has been erected, it's time to go back."
"Um… "
The boy nodded, and said to Song Chuanjin who was looking over, "Brother, I'm going back first."
Song Chuanjin stood, watching the backs of the two leaving.
He Qing relied on the man's arm, but Mingzhe didn't stop him, but let him approach him. He looked sideways at the young man, with soft eyes, as if he was looking at his only one.
I don't know if he noticed his gaze, the man embraced the boy, and suddenly looked back at Song Chuanjin, his eyes were full of warning, but there was a bit of jealousy in his eyes.
Song Chuanjin was not as scared as before, but instead smiled at Mingzhe, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were provocative, and sure enough, Mingzhe's face became even uglier.
"Uncle?" The boy realized that the man was not leaving, he raised his head suspiciously and looked at him softly.
"It's okay." Mingzhe lowered his head, coaxing him with a magnetic voice full of doting, "Let's go."
He Qing obeyed obediently, and the figures, one big and one small, slowly left Song Chuanjin's sight.
He finally came back to his senses when he could no longer see their figures.
Touching his lower lip lightly with his hand, he pulled out a mocking smile.
"uncle?"
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After returning home, He Qing went upstairs quickly as usual, and returned to the living room with peace of mind after seeing her precious flower bone.
When he came down, Mingzhe was watching TV. The young man walked over curiously, and seeing that it was the Food Channel, he immediately sat down and watched it with great interest.
"Uncle, do you like watching this too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and looked at his note, his expression suddenly became excited.
The young man squeezed to the man's side, and skillfully embraced his big hand, playing with his slender fingers nonchalantly, and asked as if unintentionally, "Uncle, do you want to eat the food made in this?"
Mingzhe pampered him to play with his hands, his eyes fell on the food channel, and he explained with a chuckle, "Just looking around."
"Ah..." He Qing suddenly lost interest.
He thought he had finally found something his uncle liked.
Reluctantly leaning on the man, the boy asked in a low voice, "Uncle, do you want to eat the food inside?"
"Ah Qing, do you want to eat?"
Mingzhe lowered his head in doubt, and wiped He Qingbai's tender face, "If you want to eat, write down the name, and I will let the kitchen make it."
What a kitchen to do! He wants to do it himself!
He Qing was in poor health when he was a child and was confined at home. Apart from reading books, he usually watched TV, or raised his own flowers and plants. It can be said that most of his three views were learned from TV.
Cooking a meal for the person you like, or cooking his favorite dishes, will definitely move him!
Thinking enthusiastically, He Qing softened his voice and kept rubbing the man's hand, "Uncle, Uncle, tell me what's your favorite dish!"
Mingzhe was sitting upright, but he almost couldn't control himself after being rubbed by the young man. His eyes slipped into the shirt He Qing was wearing, his legs moved uncomfortably, and he didn't speak.
"Tell me quickly!"
The boy didn't notice his abnormality at all, and continued to rub against him recklessly, his eyes full of anticipation.
Mingzhe swallowed his throat, "Braise He Qing in red."
He Qing was stunned.
The man raised his eyes and met his gaze, his eyes were full of seriousness and eagerness, "Steaming is also fine."
After finishing speaking, seeing that the young man seemed to be frightened, he added, "You must take off your clothes."
"uncle!!"
This young man knew what he was talking about no matter how dull he was, he immediately pushed him away from embarrassment, and ran upstairs to see his own flowers.
In the living room, Mingzhe was left alone.
Eighteen kinds of ways to make crabs were being talked about on TV, the handsome man lowered his head with a wry smile, and looked at his brother who was excited just by imagining it.
Hold on, it's only a few days away.
The boy ran upstairs, but when he reached the corner, he received a call from Song Chuanjin.
His voice was full of tenderness, "Ah Qing, there is something I need your help with."
"I?"
The boy who had just rushed upstairs in a fit of anger ran down pitifully after a while, squeezing and rubbing against the man.
Mingzhe, who managed to suppress his anger with willpower, said, "... tell me, what do you want to do."
"Brother Chuanjin asked me to give it to my uncle." The boy handed the phone over to show him.
As soon as he heard the name, the man's eyebrows couldn't help but frown, "What does he want from you?"
"Look, uncle."
The boy handed the phone to the man, and said timidly, "Brother Chuanjin just inherited the company, and those people didn't believe him, so he just..."
"So he set his mind on me?"
Mingzhe leaned back directly, "Don't look."
"Uncle..." He Qing didn't expect him to react like this, and was a little anxious. He timidly approached and pleaded in a low voice, "Brother Chuanjin is very poor. Auntie and the others just left, and people from the company are still bullying him..."
The man is not usually so naive, but at this moment, the soft pleading voices of the young man are heard next to his ears, and the anger in his heart can't be suppressed no matter what.
What's more, it's still uncertain.
When Song Chuanjin and He Qing were together back then, he was the one who forced them to break up by threatening force. Although the young man showed shyness and did not reject his love later, Mingzhe still had this thorn in his heart.
He knew that Ah Qing hadn't enlightened yet, but if he didn't like him at all, how could he agree to be with Song Chuanjin...
Moreover, he was able to break up with Song Chuanjin under the threat of the bamboo board, will he treat him like this in the future
"Uncle, just take a look. If you think it's not feasible, at worst, you won't agree."
The more Mingzhe thought about it, the darker his face became. When the boy begged him, he responded stiffly, "I don't want to watch it."
He Qing pursed his lips, feeling a little wronged in his heart.
"Don't look, I don't like you anymore."
The man's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he turned to look at the boy, "What did you say?"
His excited voice was a little loud, which made the boy tremble in fright, and his aggrieved expression suddenly became even more aggrieved.
"If you don't look at it, don't look at it, why are you attacking me!"
The corners of Mingzhe's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and he grabbed the boy's white and tender little hand with joy in his eyes, "Ah Qing, what did you just say?"
"I, I just said that..."
He Qing began to be timid.
He retorted in a low voice, "Uncle, I like you whether you look at it or not."
The man's eyes were bright, he picked up his phone, "I'll watch it now."
"Ah Qing, repeat what you just said."
"oh… "
The boy nodded in a daze. Although he didn't quite understand why, he repeated obediently, "Uncle, I like you whether you look at it or not."
-like.
The corner of the handsome man's raised mouth couldn't come down completely. He lowered his head to hide his over-excited expression, and his eyes fell on the phone.
With a light cough, the magnetic voice was calm, "Uncle likes you too."