In the car, because of the low air pressure coming from Mingzhe's body, the driver drove the car tremblingly, not daring to look behind him at all.
He Qing slept soundly, lying obediently in the man's arms, his collar was a little crooked, revealing his fair and slender neck, and a silver-white necklace fell out from his delicate collarbone, falling on the man's neck by coincidence. at hand.
Mingzhe looked at the necklace and lowered his eyes, his already gloomy expression became even uglier.
"Hmm..." As if he felt something, the boy moved his body uncomfortably in his sleep, and squeezed into the man's arms, but it wasn't enough. The hand that fell by his side was raised unconsciously, and it fell to his lips, opening his mouth. Open your mouth and put your thumb in it.
The man stopped him swiftly, and separated the boy's white fingers with his big hands.
The bar was in a mess, who knew what He Qing's hands touched before he made a move.
Why can't this strange problem of sleeping with fingers in it be fixed!
With a gloomy face, Mingzhe skillfully took out a wet tissue from behind the chair, grabbed the boy's white and tender fingers, and wiped him off little by little.
While wiping, He Qing, who was still immersed in sleep, was not happy. He was weak and weak, and spent a long time in the dream but couldn't rescue his hand. He closed his eyes and shrugged his mouth, a little aggrieved. He shook his head, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Feeling a wetness approaching his hand, Mingzhe froze, looked down, and saw the young man's lips enfolding the back of his hand, like a kitten sucking milk, wriggling pink and tender lips to suck with.
The head of the man's heart is like a young seedling that has just sprouted and is coquettish. It feels itchy, but also feels a little crispy and numb.
He just kept his head down, watching the boy he raised fell asleep with the back of his hand in his mouth. After an unknown amount of time, the driver stopped the car, "Mr. Ming, we're here."
Mingzhe was stunned for a second before he could react. He withdrew his hand that was a little stiff because he hadn't moved for a long time. After leaving the boy's slightly opened lips, he even felt a little lost and reluctant in his heart.
Without thinking about these emotions that shouldn't arise, the man picked up the boy and got out of the car and entered the gate.
"What's wrong, young master?" The housekeeper greeted him.
"Call Doctor Bai to come over."
Mingzhe's voice was steady, as usual.
He carried the sweet boy who was sleeping in his arms upstairs, and put him on the bed.
The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, looking obedient and cute, the beautiful eyes that always looked softly at people were closed, the curly and thick long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes because of the light, the whole scene was like in a painting .
Mingzhe knew clearly that He Qing had done something wrong, but sitting by the bed, seeing this peaceful sleeping face, Mingzhe's heart softened.
"Brother..." The person on the bed turned over and called Song Chuanjin in a daze.
The man's complexion suddenly darkened. It was obvious that he hadn't seen each other for two years, why Ah Qing still couldn't forget Song Chuanjin.
Even today he went to the bar because of Song Chuanjin.
The inexplicable unhappiness in his heart made him stretch out his hand, and lightly knocked on the boy's head, "Disobedient!"
"Hmm..." He Qing closed his eyes, stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction and swung it in the air, trying to drive away the thing that hit him, but he was caught by the big hand and couldn't move.
"It's really gutsy to dare to go to that kind of place." Mingzhe easily restrained the boy, and gently rubbed the white forehead he just hit with his other hand, which was already red at the moment, although he didn't use any force at all.
He Qing was raised by him to be too tender and tender. From childhood to adulthood, he was good at everything in food and use. He was like a prince and pea raised in the kingdom, even if he just touched it lightly.
Seeing the redness, Mingzhe began to regret again. He gently stroked the young man's forehead with his thin callused hands, and helped him press his temples, while smiling helplessly, "I can't beat you, and I can't scold you." I can't bear it, I really owe you..."
Seeing the boy's dissatisfied pursed lips fall, he loosened the shackles on He Qing, and slowly withdrew his hand.
The tender hands that were still held by the man just now grabbed him, and the owner of the hands asked softly, "More..."
The sound was like a feather, and fell lightly on the man's heart. He was startled, and subconsciously followed the young man's wishes to massage him again, but his eyes fell on the little face that comfortably pursed his lips. .
Mingzhe knew that He Qing was good-looking, she was like a doll when she was a child, her obedient appearance melted her whole heart.
At that time, he was worried every day that his child would be in danger because of this appearance, and the three floors inside and outside three floors were arranged to protect him. He didn't know how many dangers were blocked, and he was finally raised safely. big.
But now, the boy who was still a month old on the bed had a slender figure, his pretty little face was full of relaxation, and even when he was asleep, that delicate and naive look that could arouse the desire to invade was easily visible.
When Mingzhe was socializing, he also met many young girls who were called beauties, but none of them could compare with He Qing's appearance, especially his clean temperament, which was incomparable to those people and most attractive to him. human.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the bar. Everyone else was fine, but he would encounter someone drugging him.
Mingzhe has no doubt that if Song Chuanjin happened not to be here today, when he rushed over, he would definitely see He Qing who had already been taken advantage of.
Thinking of this, his eyes sank, and his hands couldn't help exerting some force.
"Ugh... it hurts..."
The teenager who was enjoying the massage service turned his head unhappily, his delicate brows were tightly frowned, and his dissatisfaction was written all over.
"You're not happy anymore."
As the man spoke, his hand slowed down again. Seeing the boy's frown, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, trying to smooth it out for him.
"What's wrong with Ah Qing! Hey, my old bones will be broken by you sooner or later!"
Doctor Bai's panting voice suddenly appeared at the door, Mingzhe suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up, with a calm voice, "Sneaked to the bar and was drugged."
"What??"
The white-bearded old man with all white hair opened his eyes in shock, and hurried over to check.
"Hasn't Ah Qing always been very obedient? Why did she go to such a place? Could it be a rebellious period?"
"Huo Tianhao encouraged it."
"Hey, I knew it, that kid from the Huo family just owed a beating."
The man stood expressionlessly watching Doctor Bai chattering and examining him. There was no emotion on his face, but only he knew how violent his heart was beating.
Just now, why did he panic
It's just helping Ah Qing rub her eyebrows, why do you avoid people
Mingzhe's mind was in such a mess as if it was entangled with threads, but he subconsciously hid his thoughts.
"It's nothing serious. This medicine makes people unable to exert their strength. Ah Qing wants to sleep because she is weak. She will be fine tomorrow after sleeping."
"He may not sleep well tonight, you should watch carefully."
Doctor Bai withdrew his hand, he specialized in treating the rich and powerful, and now he knew what had happened to He Qing when he saw the medicine on He Qing's body, and Mingzhe didn't get angry now, which meant that he didn't take advantage of anything.
Of course, the first time the man didn't carefully hold He Qing's hand to coax him when he was seeing a doctor, he was probably really angry.
"Tell your child well tomorrow, if he doesn't listen to persuasion, he will be weak, so don't be cruel."
Mingzhe withdrew his thoughts, and said in a cold voice with a sullen face, "I'm just too used to him."
That's why he ran to such a dirty place so unsuspectingly.
Thinking of what he would have seen if Song Chuanjin hadn't been there, the anger that had been hidden before rose from his heart again. The man subconsciously ignored the strange emotion just now, and his tone was cold.
"Leave me a bottle of Dieda wine."
Seeing Mingzhe's ugly face, knowing that he was determined to deal with He Qing, Dr. Bai mourned for a second in He Qing's heart.
"Buy two bottles, and I'll give you a 20% discount."
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He Qing was still a little confused when he woke up, first he stretched his waist, then rubbed his face on the soft pillow, and then slowly opened his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome man sitting by the bed.
The boy blinked in confusion, and subconsciously said hello, "Good morning, uncle..."
The voice of the boy who just woke up was a little nasal, and he scratched Mingzhe's heart softly like a cat's paw.
As usual, even if he hadn't hugged He Qing to coax him, he probably wouldn't have thought of teaching him a lesson, but when he thought of the seriousness of the situation last night, his heart that had softened just now hardened again.
He stood up straight under He Qing's confused eyes, and took the stick on the table in his hand, "Did I tell you that you are not allowed to go to places like bars?"
The young boy's relaxed expression immediately changed, looking at the stick, his expression immediately became timid.
He stammered his explanation, "I, I'm not…"
"What isn't it?" Mingzhe interrupted him, and asked in a cold voice, "It wasn't the bar you went to? Didn't you get drugged?"
"Whenever you go out, I never told you that you are not allowed to go to such a place, He Qing, I spoil you so much that I made you so bold."
He made up his mind that he must teach him a lesson this time, otherwise this kind of thing will happen two, three or more times in the future.
Thinking of this, the man forced himself not to look at the young man's timid gaze, waved the stick in the air, and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand."
"Uncle..." Looking at the terrible black stick, the young man's face was pale, his eyes immediately turned red, he subconsciously took a step back, and subconsciously pleaded, "I know I was wrong..."
"I don't dare anymore uncle..."
As he spoke, he glanced timidly at the man's gloomy face, his voice trembling with fear, "Don't hit me..."
Seeing his pitiful pleading face with red eyes, Mingzhe almost gave up, but in the end he repeated it again.
"Hand out, don't make me say it a third time."
Under the man's cold gaze, the boy cried and stretched out his left hand.
Mingzhe held him with one hand, and clearly felt that his whole body trembled in fear when he was grabbed by his hand.
He forced himself to harden his heart, and raised his stick high.
He Qing looked at the stick with a pair of beautiful eyes in fear, his whole body trembling with fear, "Uncle, Uncle, I was wrong..."
Tears rolled down the boy's fair cheeks, and dripped onto the bed, moistening the whole area.
The man's heart suddenly seemed to be stirred by something, and he asked, "Do you really know that you are wrong?"
The young man nodded his head as if he had received some life-saving straw, and desperately said in a crying voice, "Got it, I know I was wrong..."
Mingzhe asked him, "Do you know if you should go to the bar?"
"Woo—" He Qing choked, and replied with red eyes, "I know..."
"Know it and go!"
With a cold face, the man dropped the stick and hit the boy's white and tender palm.
Following his words, the stick fell with a sound, making a muffled sound as it hit the flesh.
"How did I tell you? Tell me wherever you go, don't go to that kind of place, don't talk to strangers, how did you promise me? Huh?"
"... hurts... hurts..."
The boy shook his body and wanted to escape, but his hand was restrained by the man and he couldn't move. He was in pain and wronged, and finally couldn't help shouting out.
"Everyone can go, why can't I go!"
Just after saying this, he himself was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the man, and sure enough, his face darkened again.