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Little Poor, Cultivation System (2)

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    Hearing this sentence, Mingzhe paused obviously, and he didn't force himself. He touched the boy's little head and said softly, "If you don't do it, don't do it."

    After all, he was his friend's only son, and he didn't really want to snatch it to be his own son. Seeing the boy with red and swollen eyes tightly holding the jade pendant and looking over timidly, the man's iron heart softened again.

    "From now on, Ah Qing will just call me that."

    Seeing the boy nodding obediently, Mingzhe put down his hands and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."

    "Um."

    He Qing responded in a low voice, got up and got out of bed, and stood on the expensive floor stand, looking at the obviously cold and hard-furnished rooms around him, with a confused expression on his face.

    "Don't you like it here?"

    Mingzhe took the boy's hand, and the soft feeling that seemed to break when he touched it made him lose some strength, "This is my room, your room is next to it, and the maid is cleaning it."

    He Qing nodded obediently, carefully surveying the surrounding environment with some swollen eyes, and even walked as lightly as possible.

    He felt that he was covering it up very well, but he forgot that his hand was still being held by a man. Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the soft palm of the boy who was sweating a little because of the great tension, and his eyes fell on him pursing his lips.  fair little face.

    The man only felt that what he was holding in his hand was like a small animal that had just stepped into human society. It was so pitiful that he had to stand up and face it because he was afraid of being hurt.

    Pity that he just lost his parents, Mingzhe has 120% patience with this little guy who has just stepped into his territory.

    "If you are afraid at night, come to my room."

    Hearing this sentence, the little boy seemed to be relieved, and he loosened his hold on the man.

    Mingzhe¡¯s family is still very big, and he has always upheld the belief that if he earns money, he must spend it, and he can¡¯t treat himself badly if he treats anyone badly, so he took He Qing¡¯s hand and walked down the long stairs, sitting in a gorgeous and expensive  At the dining table, the servants served more expensive dishes one by one.

    Because Mingzhe has lived abroad for seven years, the dishes on the table are basically Western food.

    The boy was placed next to Mingzhe, looking at the plate in front of him with a look of bewilderment.

    He was small, sitting on a chair, with short legs dangling in mid-air, not daring to move, looking at the dinner plate in front of him, tears accumulated in those eyes that had shed too many tears in the past few days.

    Just as Mingzhe was about to eat, he turned his head and saw the beautiful boy with his mouth pursed and tears in his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.

    "What's wrong?"

    He thought that his words were considered gentle, but unfortunately his appearance was too cold, and he said it as if he was reprimanding him. He Qing was so frightened that the tears that were only rolling in his eyes immediately fell down.  It landed on the dinner plate with a clatter.

    Seeing that he just cried and didn't speak, Mingzhe simply put down the fork and asked patiently, "Is there something uncomfortable? Do you still miss Mom and Dad?"

    He Qing wiped away his tears and began to sob softly. While sobbing, he said in an aggrieved voice, "No, I won't eat by myself"

    "What?"

    The boy's voice was originally low, but when it was mixed with crying and sobbing, Mingzhe really couldn't hear it clearly.

    His voice was a little louder, and He Qing was so frightened that he trembled, thinking that he was trying to kill him, so he cried even harder.

    He Qing is cute, she sits on a chair much bigger than herself, she cries softly, and wipes her tears with the back of her hand from time to time.  My heart is soft, but I can't just let He Qing cry like this forever.

    Fortunately, the housekeeper who had been waiting by the side rescued him, "Young Master He probably doesn't know how to eat by himself."

    Hearing this, the man frowned, "You still can't eat by yourself at the age of seven?"

    When he was seven years old, didn't he always eat by himself?

    The boy cried for a while, thinking that he was disgusted with himself, so he didn't dare to cry anymore, but his appearance of lowering his head and sobbing and trying not to cry was more pitiful than crying.

    Mingzhe had no choice but to support his forehead, afraid that He Qing would be afraid of life, so he had to go into battle by himself, "Come on, uncle feeds you, don't cry."

    What a squeamish little guy, he clearly remembered that He Zhiwen said before that he would never be a spoiled son after giving birth, why did he become like this.

    After finally holding the little boy in his arms, after a little bit of eating, it was already past noon. He hugged the boy up without any effort, and coaxed him softly, "Uncle is going to work in the afternoon, please stay at home obediently, okay?"  ?¡±

    Heard to letIt was the man who worked overtime until ten o'clock and returned home early today. Seeing the housekeeper coming to welcome him, he subconsciously looked upstairs.

    "What is Ah Qing doing?"

    The housekeeper replied respectfully, "The young master said before that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep."

    are you asleep?

    Feeling a little worried, Mingzhe went upstairs, opened the boy's room, walked to the bed lightly, but found that there was no one on the bed.

    He was startled, and subconsciously wanted to go downstairs to ask the housekeeper, but before he took a step, he remembered that there were so many servants upstairs and downstairs, how could He Qing not let He Qing get lost, so he slowly let go of his concern  .

    Just, where did He Qing go?

    Soon everyone in the villa was busy looking for it. The man frowned, feeling a little worried.

    The housekeeper came over, "Sir, I searched all the rooms, but I couldn't find the young master. Don't worry, I've sent someone to check the monitoring, and I'll know where the young master is right away."

    Mingzhe is not worried about finding a boy, but he is afraid that He Qing will be scared by himself. He is still so young, raised by his parents who can't even eat by himself, and has never been to school since he was seven years old.  In which corner to hide and cry.

    Thinking that the boy would be afraid to cry in a place where he could not see, the man's brows became tighter and tighter.

    He Qing is well-behaved, how could he sneak out of the room alone?

    The servants searched the entire villa, but they couldn't find it. Where could he hide?

    No, the man stopped in his tracks.

    There is another place that other people dare not go to.

    The man turned around quickly and went to his own room next to him, opened the door gently, and saw a small bulge under the quilt in the middle of the bed.

    Sure enough, he came here, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward lightly, and the housekeeper hurriedly followed.

    Mingzhe gently lifted the quilt, and He Qing was lying curled up inside, his small body undulating slightly, feeling the light, the boy's pink lips squirmed uneasy, unconsciously stretched out his little hand, and put his thumb in it.  In the mouth, the expression calmed down again.

    Seeing this, the butler asked in a low voice, "Sir, let me take the young master to the next room to sleep."

    He knew that Mingzhe always hated other people entering his room.

    "Forget it." The man looked at the boy who was curled up on the big bed and looked even smaller, his eyes flickered with doting.

    He lowered his voice, being careful not to disturb He Qing, "Don't wake him up, let him sleep in my room tonight."

    The housekeeper's eyes were full of surprises. He was already surprised that He Qing could stay in Mingzhe's room temporarily today. He didn't expect that Mr. Ming would be so fond of this young master who came by air.

    After he went out lightly, only Mingzhe and the obedient sleeping boy were left in the room.

    The man touched his little head, carefully hugged him on the pillow, not daring to make too much noise, lay on another pillow by himself, and slowly closed his eyes.

    There was the sound of the boy's light breathing next to his ear, and he raised his lips slightly.

    With such a child by my side, it must feel good to raise him.

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