The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He Qing was sleeping unsteadily. Even when lying in a man’s arms, the hand wrapped in gauze ignored the pain. He grabbed Feng Xinyang’s clothes so that he would not let him go. Zhao He was so complicated that he looked at the youth from afar. In A Qing's eyes, did they still not break up at this time?

Eight years later, Zhao He had long forgotten the feelings of affection and love, and the only thing he remembered was the pain of being betrayed and hatred...Now, from the standpoint of bystanders, he Only then did I find how dependent A Qing was.

Although, he now admits the wrong person-

Watching the young man calling his name to depend on another person, he couldn't tell for a moment what emotion was in his heart. This kind of emotion, when Feng Xinyang wanted to leave, the sleeping young man conditionedly caught him not When letting go to the top.

——Yan Xizhi has been covering his injured half of the face just when he heard the voice, afraid to scare He Qing, but from beginning to end, the young man hasn’t looked up at him. The man’s heart is bitter, but he still has to support it. When Zhao He was pulled out, Ning Feng was not together. He stood by the door and looked at He Qing, who was completely dependent on Feng Xinyang's arms. His body was motionless as if he had been frozen.

"Zhao He, what happened to A Qing eight years ago!" Yan Xizhi came straight to the door and asked directly: "His memory was eight years ago, but he relied too much on Feng Xinyang since he woke up, even fearing everyone The touch, how did you save A Qing, what did he encounter!"

Facing Yan Xizhi's questioning, Zhao He knew nothing, and he was also very confused. "No, I didn't save A Qing..."

Thinking of the youth just as if he saw the salvation in Feng Xinyang's arms, Zhao He murmured his name, Zhao He clutched his head in pain, and tried hard to recall what had happened.

It's just that in the past eight years, he deliberately reminded himself not to remember the goodness of youth. He only repeatedly recalled the humiliating day. He fell to the altar and said that the lovers who lived together forever would not say goodbye, and left an insulting letter. ...

"The letter was forged by Lin Yun." Yan Xi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was flat. "And the phone call on the day when A Qing happened, was also made by Lin Yun."

He looked violently stiff and looked at his man in disbelief, a twisted smile on his twisted half of his face.

A Qing is suffering because of Zhao He, then let Zhao He also suffer.

Let him understand what he missed.

Yan Xizhi twitched his wound and said slowly and huskyly, "On the first day you met A Qing, I contacted Lin Yun. Why did A Qing suddenly transfer to school? I don't know, but I know that Lin Yun must have worked hard."

The man with half of his face still looks good and exquisite smile, "I want to get A Qing, but he loves you, love Feng Xinyang, just don't love me." The regret in Yan Xi's heart almost crushed his entire person, but still In Zhao He’s unbelievable gaze, he slowly told the truth, “I thought that as long as A Qing understood that you two didn’t care about him at all, he would die for you and stay with me, just didn’t expect ..."

Unexpectedly, one step at a time, one step at a time, from the moment he decided to use this disgusting method to try to get young people, the ending was already doomed.

He hides his eyes in awkwardness, not letting tears be seen, and his voice is still hoarse and desolate, "I knew from the beginning that you misunderstood A Qing, because my selfish desires were concealed, Zhao He, since A Qing was the last The person I think of is you, even if it’s pretending! You have to pretend that he loves me!"

"As long as A Qing is addicted to the past and can't think of vn's things, there may be a ray of life." Yan Xizhi dropped his hand and stared at Zhao He, who had been stiff for a long time. "Just be, you pay the debt."

After Zhao He left in a trance, Yan Xi closed his eyes, tears slipped from the wound, causing a tingling pain, because he had not been treated, the wound on his face became worse, and it even made him look like a demon. Looking at the ugly monster reflected on the glass, a wry smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

Not enough, this is not enough.

Compared with the suffering of A Qing, what did he count.

Who has been insulted by A Qing and which people have suffered from it? He will help A Qing and return a little bit!

The red, swollen and bruised hand was lifted and placed on the wound to press hard. The blood that stopped shortly bleed out again. It was very painful and painful. But Yan Xizhi felt like he could not feel the pain and deepened the wound like masochism. , Pus, blood, the face in the glass is even uglier.

The man put his hand down, his eyes full of madness, he will help A Qing to pull those people to hell!

-Including, himself.

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"We understand that the patient's memory has receded to eight years ago, and it should be in the most vulnerable and most in need of time. The direct impact is the fear of contacting people, being bored, and relying heavily on the people who saved themselves at that time."

The psychologist talked, "Although the patient's memory is a bit chaotic, the advantage is that he is immersed in his illusions and completely forgets vn. This situation is very beneficial to our treatment, and he is to Mr. Feng... "He paused, looked at the man with a black face in front of him, and changed his mouth: "There is great trust in you, Mr. Zhao. There is a great possibility that the patient will rely on this trust to survive the vn attack period."

Zhao He's hand rested on the chair, Shen Sheng asked, "A Qing said I saved him, but in my memory, he never encountered danger, and I never saved him."

The psychiatrist was stunned, and was somewhat uncertain. "There is also a possibility that the patient encountered something unacceptable to him eight years ago. At that time, there was no person who saved him. So in his illusion, you were The patient has compiled memories and made up the illusion of being saved by you."

The man’s hand on the chair tightened hard, and he stared at the doctor, "Are you saying that A Qing made up an I to protect him?"

He didn't know what happened exactly eight years ago, but it was just a quick glance. The fear of the young man's collapse and fear was enough to make Zhao He palpitate. He couldn't help but recall all the details of the original, but nothing, nothing!

If A Qing really experienced anything alone, how scared should he be when he was a teenager eight years ago...

Zhao He's hands were getting harder and stronger, and the green muscles burst out, but he still didn't feel it. Finally, he asked awkwardly, "Is it possible that someone appeared to protect A Qing, but his memory replaced me. "

The gloomy man almost looked to the doctor in prayer, but he finally got his head shaking without hesitation, "Only when there is no protection, a person will be fabricated to protect himself. The memory he made in fear and It is not strict, so the spirit has always been on the verge of collapse, and there will be a case of admitting the wrong person. When the patient's spirit completely collapses, no one knows what he will do to protect himself. It is recommended that you be mentally prepared."

A Qing, what will you do...

At the beginning, what happened...

Zhao He was awkward and walked all the way to the ward. He pushed open the door and saw that the young man was sitting quietly on the bed and looking up at the window, like a demon. The man walked in, almost under his feet. For a moment, He Qing turned his head like a frightened rabbit and saw Zhao He, scaring the whole person to the corner.

He hugged the quilt and hid himself behind the quilt. The whole person was shaking. His red eyes swelled and tears fell, but there was no sound at all. As if it were like this, there would be no harm. he.

Zhao He tranced, as if hearing the energetic and clear voice of the teenager.

"Ahe! Where are we going to play on Sunday? Is it good to pick fruits?"

"Ahe, Ahe! You see I took the second place!"

"The second place is so happy. If you become the first in the exam, you will not be happy!" The teenager with a handsome face smiled and smiled, and pointed the nose of Qingxiu's nose slightly shorter, his eyes full of smiles.

The Qingxiu teenager grinned indifferently, "Because Ah He is the first, I want to be closer to Ah He!"

"Stupid or not, I and you are not in a class."

"Then I will take the first test next time, and the two of us will be the first together!"

"Ahe! This is a gift for you..." The teenager handed over a box shyly and twisted his fingers embarrassedly. "Don't you always say that my hand looks good? I asked my mother, I want her hand to look better, Just paste this."

"Ahe, you post it once a day, and soon your hands will look good!"

The Junxiu boy opened the box with tears and laughs. It turned out to be a pile of hand masks. He couldn’t help laughing. He held his hand under the embarrassed eyes of the Qingxiu boy and kissed, “I like it, It's A Qing's hand. It looks beautiful and is comfortable to kiss!"

"Ahe!!" Qingxiu boy was blushed by his sudden kiss, and he was angry for a while, and finally whispered awkwardly, "Well, then, I will keep my hands well, anyway, I will Also be a doctor!"

Be a doctor...

Zhao He stared at the quilt in front of him, tears fell silently, his eyes full of fear, his hands were wrapped tightly, he could not see the original appearance, the memory that was deliberately hidden in the past eight years, in this pair In front of the destroyed hand, swarmed up.

"A Qing..." Zhao He opened his eyes and held out his hand, looking at his intact hands, tears falling down in a daze.

"It turns out that I am the betrayer..."

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