The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Chapter 142: Little pitiful, cultivation system (21)

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After he finished speaking, he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to continue to rise, and looked down.

The young man was stunned for a moment by the sudden confession, but soon blushed and eagerly looked at the man's face.

Mingzhe raised his eyebrows after reading the information on the phone, and returned the phone to He Qing.

The boy looked at him eagerly, "Uncle, how are you doing?"

Even though he had just been coaxed by his confession, seeing him waiting nervously at this moment, the man still felt a little sour in his heart.

"good."

Seeing the boy's eyes light up for a moment, Mingzhe felt even more sour, "I just said it's okay, but I didn't say that I want to cooperate with him according to Song Chuanjin's idea."

As he spoke, he glanced coolly at the mobile phone in He Qing's hand, and said in a cold magnetic voice, "It looks like a proposal made by him, and the company can do it alone."

Seeing the young man staring at him in disbelief, the man added sourness, "If you like this plan, in a few days when you turn eighteen, uncle will take you to do it together."

The young man frowned, "Aren't Uncle with Brother Chuanjin?"

"This plan was proposed by him!"

Mingzhe's brows and eyes became cold, and the corners of his mouth that were raised just now also fell down. He snorted coldly, "I don't agree to cooperate with him, do you still like me now?"

The young man looked at the man aggrieved, then lowered his head in aggrieved manner, and said in a timid voice like a mosquito, "I like it."

He raised his moist and beautiful eyes, and looked at the man, full of clarity and seriousness, "I keep my word."

Mingzhe was angry and funny in his heart, he stretched out his hand to mess with He Qing's soft hair, seeing him looking at him obediently and cutely, the displeasure that had arisen because of his pleading for Song Chuanjin just now subsided.

How can this child be so good.

Even if he wanted to ignore his request, he couldn't do it.

"Okay." The man embraced the boy, as if he couldn't sleep to coax him to sleep when he was a child, and gently patted his back to comfort him.

"Since Ah Qing asked uncle to do it, then uncle will do it."

"Are you happy?"

The boy who was already prepared for his refusal suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the man gratefully with his small face, and said in a sweet voice, "Uncle, you are so kind."

Mingzhe hugged the young man, seeing his adoring and dependent eyes, he also relaxed.

He patted He Qing's back lightly, and said seriously, "I agreed because of you, not because of that plan."

A man's character is not that kind of doing good deeds without leaving a name. He Qing must remember his feelings and know who he is doing for when he has done good deeds.

The reliance in the young man's eyes was indeed deeper, and he hugged the man happily, his voice seemed to be mixed with honey, "Uncle, you are so kind, I like uncle the most."

After speaking, he raised his head and kissed the man's handsome face.

Although Ah Qing has long been used to acting like a baby since he was a child, this is the first time he kissed him proactively after he knew what he wanted.

"It's good to know."

Mingzhe spoke with a calm voice and a calm face.

Both earlobes were quietly red.

Although Mingzhe looked down on Song Chuanjin, after seeing the proposal, he had to admit that this kid was a bit talented.

Although the Song family's company is not a little bit as good as his, it is precisely because of this that the two companies can achieve a win-win situation in that plan, which is already very powerful at his age.

Mingzhe admires talented young people, but he doesn't appreciate talented young people who covet his little lover.

Therefore, although he agreed to He Qing, he has always been very indifferent to the cooperation between the two companies.

Song Chuanjin has always been very indifferent. Even if Mingzhe didn't come in person and sent a vice president, he still went about his own business in a leisurely manner.

Of course, a large part of the reason Mingzhe didn't go to the company was because he would call He Qing every day.

The man once listened in worryingly, and confirmed that it was just some small talk, but he couldn't be happy.

It's okay for the young man to be too nervous about this kind of thing, Song Chuanjin saw that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and Mingzhe wanted to stop him, but he didn't know what position to take.

If he could still put on the status of an elder to control He Qing, but as the relationship between the two is confirmed step by step, the boy is about to turn eighteen, and he really doesn't want to make trouble at such a critical moment.

"Really? Are there really that kind of flowers?" He Qing leaned on the sofa, talking with the person on the phone with a relaxed expression.

"Then can it be tomorrow?"

"Thank you brother!"

Mingzhe seemed to pass by the boy with a water glass in his hand, and saw him hang up the phone happily, with a bright smile on his face and his eyes darkened a bit.

"Song Chuanjin again?"

"Hmm!" Unaware of the displeasure of the people around him, the young man happily said to Mingzhe, "My brother said that he found a very beautiful flower. The leaves are pink, and the deepest part of the petals is purple, like a gradient. The color is the same, layer by layer, very, very beautiful!"

The man's expression became more and more serious, "You like this kind of car? I can find you a car."

"no!"

The excited expression on He Qing's face became a little shy. He lowered his head slightly and said softly, "I want to use it to be useful."

It's just a flower, no matter how beautiful it looks, what's the use of it!

Mingzhe took a sip of coffee, feeling the bitterness slowly lingering in his mouth, and his heart also began to feel bitter.

"Ah Qing, when did Song Chuanjin give you this kind of flower?"

The young man was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand why he asked such a question, he still answered honestly, "Brother, you will give it to me tomorrow."

"tomorrow."

The man's eyes are no longer haze, but a sandstorm.

Tomorrow is He Qing's birthday, it's not good for him to send flowers, he will send them tomorrow!

Bad intentions.

He put down his glass and said lightly, "He may not be free tomorrow."

The boy looked up at the man suspiciously, "Why?"

Mingzhe took another sip of coffee, "Tomorrow is the day when I will discuss the contract with him, and he may not be free all day."

"ah… "

He Qing's happy expression just now changed, "Will uncle be free all day tomorrow?"

"No." Mingzhe said, "I'll be back in the evening, but Ah Qing, I'm going to drink a lot tomorrow, Song Chuanjin may not be able to find time to send you flowers."

After finishing speaking, seeing that the young man seemed to be very disappointed, he squeezed the cup tightly with his hand.

Sure enough, I still can't bear to part with that Song Chuanjin!

Isn't it just a little younger than him

The boy doesn't know anything, what does Ah Qing like about him!

Thinking about it, the man almost couldn't control the expression on his face, he tried his best to restrain himself, and stood up.

"It's late, go to bed quickly."

The young man huddled on the sofa in aggrieved manner, and the joy he had just now disappeared.

He was also thinking about giving his uncle the beautiful flower Chuanjin's brother said about tomorrow, his birthday.

In the end, my uncle actually wanted to go out to socialize on his birthday!

The angry boy got up and rattled upstairs, deliberately not saying hello when he passed by the man.

snort!

He is angry!

Mingzhe looked at the young man's angry back with heavy eyes, his face darkened again.

Is Song Chuanjin so important to him!

On the other side, in the office of the Song family company, Song Chuanjin was typing on the computer keyboard.

There was a light knock on the door, and he continued to knock with both hands, "Come in."

"President Song, let me deliver a document to you."

The beautiful woman came in and slowly put the documents on the table.

Her movements were deliberately full, and her hands with beautiful manicures moved slowly on the black table, and when they reached the man's arm, they touched him lightly and with a strong hint.

Song Chuanjin frowned suddenly, his hands that had never been relaxed finally stopped, his handsome face was full of displeasure and he turned to look at the woman.

"Assistant Joe, do you have anything else to do?"

Qiao Qian raised her red lips. She specially wore a red skirt today, which made her uneven figure even more charming.

The woman's facial features were bright, and she smiled generously at Song Chuanjin, "President Song, are you free after get off work tonight?"

Song Chuanjin's eyebrows never relaxed. Seeing that the woman's well-maintained nails were about to climb up her arm, she shook her hand off.

His voice was still gentle, as if he was not angry, "Assistant Qiao, I still have an office, please go downstairs and continue working."

Having been rejected continuously for the past few days, Qiao Qian was already very impatient, she withdrew her hand, her pretty face sank.

"President Song, you should know my purpose these days."

Song Chuanjin's expression also slowly sank.

He wasn't afraid that Qiao Qian would keep pestering her like this, but she directly pointed out that it would be difficult to handle.

Qiao Qian's father is the vice president of the company, and he can be regarded as the top half of the family in the company. Before Song's father was still there, he could barely suppress him. When Song Chuanjin joined the company, a boy in his early twenties, The vice president's mind inevitably became active.

He didn't think about replacing it, mainly because most of the company's shares were in the hands of Song Chuanjin, and even if he wanted to take over, he didn't have the ability.

Then, the vice president thought of a roundabout way and asked his daughter to marry Song Chuanjin, so that they would be a family in the future

This is also the reason why the dignified vice president's daughter came to be a small assistant.

Song Chuanjin was aware of the vice president's thoughts from the beginning, but now his foundation is not stable, he can't act rashly, he can only pretend that he doesn't notice anything.

But now, it seems that the daughter of the vice president's family finally can't stand his neglect these days, and is going to have a showdown.

Qiao Qian really couldn't take it anymore. She was good-looking and had a good family background. She was pursued by many people since she was a child. Originally, her father said that she wanted her to be with Song Chuanjin and she was not happy, but when she saw Song Chuanjin's appearance Well, after I was able, I slowly changed my mind.

She had dated several men before, but none of them were as affectionate as Song Chuanjin, so she began to pursue her openly.

At first, Song Chuanjin felt it was a challenge to reject her, but after a few days, he became completely impatient.

"Mr. Song, you should know that being with me is a huge profit. When my father retires in the future, I will be her only daughter. Will all the shares in his hand be handed over to me?"

"I'm married to you, and I'm yours. Are you still afraid that I won't help you?"

The implication is that Song Chuanjin will definitely take advantage of the two joining forces.

Song Chuanjin lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was still very gentle and indifferent, "I already have someone I like."

Qiao Qian was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded.

He had seen that Song Chuanjin had done things neatly and shrewdly in the past few days when he took over the company, so he thought he was an old fritter.

In the end, he actually used this reason to reject himself.

The woman's lips were slightly raised all the time, she supported Song Chuanjin's table with her hands, and stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, "President Song, who do you like, that is your freedom, I will not interfere with you. "

"As long as you sign the agreement with me, all the family property will only be left to our two children."

"Even if I bring her home, I will take good care of her."

Anyway, it's not like she doesn't have a man outside, and the two of you can do business as you like, what do you expect so much for.

Song Chuanjin smiled, and when Qiao Qian thought he was going to agree, she got his refusal.

"Sorry, I don't have that plan."

"Okay!" Being rejected again and again, Qiao Qian became annoyed, "Don't regret it!"

Just as the woman was about to leave, Song Chuanjin's cell phone rang. He looked down and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Assistant Qiao." He stopped the woman who was rushing to the door angrily.

After she turned around, she asked in a gentle voice, "The proposal you just made may not be very suitable for me."

"But there is one person who must be suitable."

Qiao Qian's beautiful face was full of suspicion, she walked over slowly, "Who?"

——

In He Qing's small flower room, the boy squatted pitifully in front of the flower bone, his face full of anxiety.

Why isn't it blooming yet? He's going to celebrate his birthday tomorrow.

He promised his uncle that he would be with him tomorrow.

This flower was carefully selected by him, and he cultivated it with a lot of heart. If it doesn't bloom again...

The young man looked around the greenhouse with aggrieved eyes, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

That flower is too red, the red uncle must not like it.

That flower is too pink, pink like the color that girls like, how could my uncle like it.

And that flower, the color is pretty, but the shape is not good at all.

I wandered around, but there was no one I liked, and the flowers that I usually like seemed to have turned ugly.

No, not ugly.

He just felt that giving those words to his uncle could not express his love for him.

To send! Just send the best!

It's a pity that Brother Chuanjin can't get that flower tomorrow, or else he can give it to his uncle, such a beautiful flower, he must be very happy.

He Qing squatted in the corner of the greenhouse again like a small mushroom, watching the flower bud that refused to bloom even though he said nothing, wishing he could break the petals off with his hands.

While struggling, the phone that was put aside rang.

The boy answered the phone, and it was not surprising to hear that he was going out tomorrow and there was no time to send him flowers, but there was still a little disappointment in his voice.

"Thank you brother, when you are free, I'll go and get it."

As he spoke, he looked unwillingly at the unopened flower buds, his eyes full of depression.

"If Ah Qing wants it urgently, Uncle Ming will have dinner with me tomorrow night, and then I will ask him to bring it back for you, okay?"

When Song Chuanjin's gentle voice came, the boy became impatient and refused repeatedly, "No, I'll take it myself!"

If nothing unexpected happened, such a rare and beautiful flower would also be given to my uncle. If my uncle brought it back, how could he have the nerve to give it away!

Thinking about it, He Qing exhorted more nervously, "Brother, remember not to let uncle see that potted flower!"

On the other end of the phone, Song Chuanjin's eyes darkened, and he agreed with a deep smile in his voice, "Okay, listen to us, Ah Qing."

He hung up the phone and looked at a potted flower on the table. The leaves were pink and the petals changed color, very beautiful.

Song Chuanjin knew at a glance that He Qing would like it, and bought it back at a huge price just to please him.

result

Thinking of the nervousness of the young man not letting him tell Mingzhe the existence of the potted flower, Song Chuanjin lowered his head expressionlessly, with a wry smile on his lips.

Why, some people are so lucky

Why would you want to rob him when you already got everything

Since this world is so unfair, then he should make it fair by himself.

That night, Song Chuanjin didn't go back to the empty home, but just sat in his office, facing the potted flower, for the whole night.

On the evening of the second day, they had just finished their work and went to the hotel not far from the company as originally planned.

Song Chuanjin sat in his seat and watched those people who could be called his subordinates gather around Mingzhe to show courtesy, but none of them dared to toast.

Because the man just said that he doesn't drink much, so these people know that Mingzhe drinks a lot, but they still dare not.

This is power.

Song Chuanjin came to the handsome man with two wine glasses.

"Uncle Ming, I offer you a toast."

Mingzhe looked at him with serious eyes, not intending to take the wine glass.

Song Chuanjin smiled awkwardly, and passed the wine glass forward, "Just take a sip."

"Thank you for your care before, and Ah Qing, I wish you happiness."

Hearing the last sentence, the man's expression moved slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He took a sip from his wine glass, and said in a calm voice, "Thank you."

"I won't drink too much. Today is Ah Qing's birthday, and I have to go back to accompany him later."

Song Chuanjin also looked at him and smiled, raised his head and drank his remaining glass, then turned and returned to his seat.

When the banquet was halfway through and everyone was in high spirits, they found that Mingzhe had passed out.

Everyone knew that he was a good drinker, but he didn't expect to be drunk so quickly. Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Song Chuanjin looked up with some worry on his face, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "I guess Uncle Ming hasn't drunk for a long time, so he's so drunk."

"I'll just ask his family to pick him up. Whoever helps will take him upstairs to rest for a while."

Soon, Mingzhe was properly placed in the upstairs room, and everyone continued to drink with high spirits, but Song Chuanjin turned to the corner with gentle eyes and called He Qing.

"Uncle is drunk?"

The boy stood up in surprise, "I'll ask the driver to pick it up right now, sorry to trouble you brother."

"It's okay, Uncle Ming also helped me a lot."

Song Chuanjin drank too much wine, his face was a little red now, he stood in the corner, and said to the other side in a gentle voice, "Ah Qing, I brought that flower, why don't I let the driver take it back with me later? "

He Qing was taken aback, but after thinking about it, it was still not safe, what if Mingzhe woke up and saw the potted flower.

He thought of the flower buds that hadn't bloomed in the flower room, and looked at the clock hanging in the living room.

Today is his eighteenth birthday.

If he went to the hotel to pick up his uncle, and then brought back the flower by the way.

When uncle wakes up, put the flowers in front of him.

The teenager held the phone, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and two dimples appeared on his face, looking extremely cute.

"I'll go pick up uncle, brother, wait, I'll be right over."

"Okay, I'll wait for Ah Qing."

Song Chuanjin hung up the phone with a smile, and looked back to see the empty seat where Qiao Qian was supposed to be sitting, with even more gentle eyes.

Twenty minutes later, He Qing entered the hotel.

Song Chuanjin stood up with a smile, led him upstairs, and explained in the elevator.

"Uncle Ming is upstairs in Room 811, and he's been lying there for half an hour."

"If he wakes up now, it will be a surprise for you to come here."

He Qing nodded obediently, holding the key card in his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.

As far as the eye can see, the bed is full of surprises.