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Little Poor, Cultivation Department (19)

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    tie?

    Mingzhe looked down suspiciously, and suddenly realized after two seconds of thinking.

    This is grown up, want to learn how to dress up as an adult?

    The man raised his eyes gently, and touched the boy's little head, "Good boy, I'll buy you the same one when I go back."

    Seeing his reaction, He Qing was stunned. This, why is it different from what he imagined.

    He sat in the co-pilot, looked at the man who was concentrating on driving, coughed lightly, and asked in a clear voice, "Uncle, are you cold?"

    As he spoke, the boy reached for his coat, eager to try it.

    Mingzhe: "Does Ah Qing feel cold?"

    He directly turned on the air conditioner, and the warm wind blew in the car. The man chuckled and asked, "It won't be cold anytime soon."

    The boy pursed his mouth, and slowly withdrew his hand on the coat unwillingly.

    Seeing his unhappy appearance in the rearview mirror, the man turned around in his heart, and when he got home, he turned around and took off his tie.

    "Give."

    He Qing took the tie in a daze, with a confused look on his face.

    Mingzhe smiled and patted his head, "Don't you like it? I gave it to you."

    He Qing: "" Why is this completely different from what Huo Tianhao said.

    He praised his uncle for his good-looking tie, but his uncle gave him the tie?

    Just when he was at a loss, the man looked at the strange young man from the moment he got in the car, sighed, pinched his little face, and his magnetic voice was deep and pleasant.

    "Don't think too much, before you are eighteen, your uncle is still an uncle."

    The young man looked at the man with a confused face, suddenly thought of something, looked at him, and asked, "What's your uncle's favorite?"

    Mingzhe paused, then smiled, "Uncle likes you the most."

    He Qing blushed suddenly, and after a few seconds, he said angrily, "I'm asking about something! Something!"

    thing?

    The man thought about it carefully, and it seems that there is really no such thing.

    In the past, when he was still in school, he thought about wanting a lot of things, but now, he really doesn't lack anything.

    But seeing the young man staring at him and waiting for the answer, Mingzhe pretended to think for a few seconds before replying, "Flower."

    He said, "I like flowers best."

    He Qing's eyes lit up, "Are those flowers I planted!"

    He liked to play with flowers and plants since he was a child. When he was young, he was in poor health. Mingzhe took him for a walk and also took him to the garden. Later, when he grew up, men did not allow him to go out to play, and the little children were not angry, and they fiddled with their own flowers and plants every day.  .

    Under his care, his flower house has become very large, and the house is full of fragrance when entering.

    Seeing the young man's happy look, Mingzhe felt happy too. He nodded and said, "As long as it's from Ah Qing's species, I like it."

    The love words came out of the blue, the young man's pretty face was flushed, he smiled a little smugly, revealing two small dimples, "The flowers I plant look good."

    "Okay, don't brag about yourself, go to dinner quickly, you are playing too late tonight."

    "Uncle said I can play as long as I want!"

    "Ghost spirit!"

    The two sat at the dining table, the atmosphere was still as peaceful and happy as before, but there was a slight ambiguity in the blink of an eye.

    This day is a happy day for Mingzhe or He Qing, but for Song Chuanjin, it is no less than hell.

    He received dismissal from the company.

    After his and He Qing's exposure, this escape route, which was finally found, completely disappeared.

    The most important thing is that after he finally coaxed He Qing to agree to himself, in just a short time, he even wondered if He Qing had been home for an hour, and he decided to break up so easily.

    Song Chuanjin couldn't understand.

    The boy loved to pester him since he was a child, and last time he was so protective of him in the company, he obviously liked him.

    He confidently believed that as long as he opened his mouth, He Qing would surround him like moths to a flame.

    Closing his eyes, he opened the door of the house.

    It's not normal to see darkness.

    Father Song is a very face-saving person. Every day, the house must be brightly lit, and the servants must stand guard.

    Song Chuanjin fumbled to turn on the light and called him.

    "I'm taking you, your brother and aunt on a trip, let's not talk about itThe boy pouted, "I have an uncle."

    "Uncle, drive quickly, I'm going home to see my flowers."

    Mingzhe followed him to start the car, and asked, "What kind of flower are you, it looks so serious."

    Five days ago, the young man came back mysteriously holding a pot of flowers that had not bloomed. He hid in the greenhouse and carefully waited for him every day. The way he was treated so meticulously made the man jealous even after seeing it.

    He has never been treated like this by Ah Qing.

    He Qing pursed his lips, revealing two small dimples, and instead of asking, urged, "Uncle, drive quickly."

    Now is not the time to not want to leave just now.

    Although complaining on the face, the man drove home without complaint.

    As soon as he got home, the boy ran out of the car and rushed upstairs in a hurry. The housekeeper who would greet him in the future was startled.

    Holding the warm milk for the boy in doubt, he asked curiously, "What's the matter, young master?"

    Mingzhe took off his coat, and gave the boy who was running up the stairs a doting look, "Leave him alone, let him relax."

    In the end, I still lost my loved ones.

    Upstairs, the boy ran to the flower room with red eyes, crossed the room full of beautiful flowers, and went straight to the top.

    Carefully opened the lock, and carried out the flowerpot with a small bone flower already opened inside.

    He touched the flowers and leaves carefully, with hope in his eyes.

    It's a good time. On the day the flowers bloom, he must be an adult.

    When the time comes, he will hold this potted flower and give it to his uncle, so that his uncle will completely become his relative.

    The boy hid in the corner of the flower room, carefully holding the flowers, his face full of hope for the future.

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