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Aunt He and Father Song were buried in a magnificent 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.
Everything seemed to be going well, but he was a brat, even if he was talented, he still had 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 looked at the boy fixedly, 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.
Can't help but start to think, if he leaned over to hold the small Adam's apple in his mouth at this time, would the boy shyly push him away, or would he half-push and yell in his arms?
Somewhere under him began to heat up, but on the surface he still looked like a 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 retracted his eyes 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 darkened, and he looked at the boy fixedly. He nodded and said softly, "Yes, I belong to you, 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, with a hint of displeasure.
"Ah Ching."
"uncle!"
He Qing turned around in surprise, and just as he saw the man walking this way, he came to Mingzhe's side in a rattling manner, 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 young man 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 afraid 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?" Noticing that the man was not leaving, the boy 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.
It was only when they were no longer in sight that he finally came back to his senses.
Gently stroked her lower lip with her hand, and pulled out a mocking smile.
"uncle?"
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He Qingru who returned homep; 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 pouted, feeling a little aggrieved.
"If you 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 watch it, don't watch 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, that's what I said"
He Qing began to give up.
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."¡ª¡ª
like.
The corner of the handsome man's upturned 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."
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