Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Nie Qingyue sat back to his seat without knowing it, picked up the manual in one hand and pretended to concentrate on reading, but actually didn't read a word.One hand gently stroked the place where Song Yanhe's cheek was touched just now with the pulp of his finger, feeling upset.Glancing at the cover of the instruction manual again, I saw Song Yanhe's long hair hanging on his back, the ends of which were lifted a little by the wind, as if scratching his heart, he snapped the thick instruction book away, and reached for it The cup wanted to drink water, but found that the cup was empty.

When Emily delivered the package, she specifically told that only Nie Qingyue could open it, so the old housekeeper and a few servants had consciously exited the room when Song Yanhe unpacked the package just now, and there was not even a pourer in the room.

Song Yanhe was staring at him, and when he saw that he wanted to drink water, he reached for the cup, "Let me pour water for you."

"No need, I'm not thirsty." Nie Qingyue looked at the table to see if there was any soup that could be used as water.

Song Yanhe was startled, but got up and went to the other end of the table to pick up the exquisite teapot, pour it for Nie Qingyue, and handed it to him.

"You don't need to pour it." Nie Qingyue took it while talking, and drank it down without leaving a drop.

Seeing this, Song Yanhe poured another glass and handed it to him, Nie Qingyue drank the whole glass without looking at it.

Seeing that Song Yanhe was about to take his cup again, he pressed it down, "Eat your food, what are you doing running around!" Then he pushed the instruction manual in his hand, "Take it, read it yourself, there are too many words and I'm sorry." If you are tired of reading, call Emily and ask Emily if you don’t understand.”

Song Yanhe also held down the other end of the cup and did not let go, staring at Nie Qingyue steadfastly.

"You keep watching what I do, do you still want to eat? Let go!"

Only then did Song Yanhe let go of the cup, regained his composure and sat down.

Without raising his head, Nie Qingyue picked up a piece of fried tofu with his chopsticks, paused in the air, and then put it in his mouth, "The dishes are so salty, one or two are so insignificant." Then he changed to a clean pair of chopsticks , put another piece of fried tofu on the plate in front of Song Yanhe, "If you don't eat any more, I'll ask someone to clean it up."

Song Yanhe picked up the piece of tofu and tasted it.The fried tofu was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, dipped in a little sauce, with the aroma of scallion oil and a little pepper, not salty at all.

Nie Qingyue took the clean chopsticks again and picked up broccoli with garlic, eggs wrapped in tofu skin, and stir-fried snow peas, and put them on Song Yanhe's plate, "What are these things made? I don't like any of them. See You don’t have any appetite until you eat it.”

Song Yanhe didn't talk or sleep since he ate and ate. He just looked at Nie Qingyue and ate the food on the plate one bite at a time.

Seeing Song Yanhe's cooperation so much, Nie Qingyue's heart fluttered, and with a sullen expression without showing a smile, he frowned and scolded the cook while picking up a bunch of vegetables for Song Yanhe.

Why is the old Taoist so obedient today? Is it because the dishes are cooked to your liking? Which cook did this? I will give him a raise after dinner!After eating like this, the old Taoist will gain weight in a few days, and now it seems that a gust of wind can blow it away, which makes people feel uneasy.He ate this tofu roll just now, he should like to eat this, and then put another piece of this for him, oh, take this piece, hey, this piece looks good, a person as good-looking as an old Taoist should eat it well something.

Nie Qingyue pursed his lips seriously, and picked up the dishes in his heart. After a while, there were five or six dishes on the table, and then he remembered that overeating is not good. He raised his head and said to Song Yanhe, "Eat Are you full? If you are full, don’t force yourself to eat.”

Song Yanhe lowered his head to pick up the vegetables, and ate bite by bite. After hearing this, his hands paused, and he put down his chopsticks.Picking up the towel beside the table and wiping his hands, he looked at Nie Qingyue and said, "Thank you."

Nie Qingyue was stunned, "Why are your eyes red?"

Song Yanhe's eyes and nose turned red, he shook his head, and said again, "Thank you."

Nie Qingyue slapped the chopsticks on the table, "Who asked you to thank me, I'm asking what's wrong with you. Spicy?"

I looked down and looked around, there is no particularly spicy dish here.

"I'm... fine." I don't know if it was Nie Qingyue's illusion, Song Yanhe seemed to be choked up, "Can I call you Nie Qingyue?"

The old Taoist said that it was all right, but his face clearly had an expression of "something happened to me". Nie Qingyue finally made sure that he was not eating spicy food.

"Yes, you can call me whatever you want. Aren't names just for people to call you?" Nie Qingyue wasn't sure what he was feeling sad about, wiped his hands and straightened his sitting posture, "You... I know you're fine, I Just ask, what were you thinking just now?"

"I miss my master, and my junior, apprentice, and..."

"And what?"

"……you."

"Oh," Nie Qingyue felt extremely relieved when he heard it. He has the same status in the heart of the old Taoist priest as his master and apprentice? "Let's talk about it, what do you miss about your master?"

"My master brought me up from an early age and taught me all he had learned throughout his life, but I failed to guard the Wuliang Mountain sect for him after he passed away. I am ashamed of him."

Nie Qingyue was very depressed seeing Song Yanhe's appearance, but he was not good at comforting others, so he didn't know how to comfort others, so he simply changed the subject, "Then, what do you miss about your junior brother?"

"Junior brother grew up with me, caring for me. When I was sick, he asked me about my health, and when I was injured, he brought water and medicine. Every time I retreated, he was more nervous than me. Instead, I didn't take good care of him. This It’s a pity that I’m afraid I can’t make up for it.”

Well, this one is even more sad than the one just now. The one just now was a farewell after all, but this one is a farewell. The two of you will never see each other again, so let's change the topic again, "How is your apprentice?" The apprentice will never grow up with him, ask him how he is, give him clothes, give him medicine, teach him what he has learned all his life, what kind of Wuliangshan sect does he need to take care of?

"My apprentice, he is upright and kind by nature, and he knows how to repay you. There is no one with a purer heart than him. After I leave, he must shoulder the heavy responsibility of Wuliangshan. He is only in his early twenties. , I am afraid that it will be difficult to have a lot of time to cultivate and ask questions in the future. It is a pity that I have not had time to pass on all I have learned to him in the future, and I am afraid that this regret will be difficult to make up for."

"Isn't there still your junior brother, your junior brother will take care of him."

When Song Yanhe thought that Li Daowu would spend all day in the Lingxiao Pill Room igniting the fire behind closed doors, at least the medicines he made would be wrong, or at the wrong time, they would explode through the roof, and maybe Shao Bei would have to clean up the mess for him in the end... ...I just shook my head at the moment.

"Cough, you just said you still miss me, what do you miss me?"

Nie Qingyue wiped his hands with a towel, and asked casually, but actually pricked up his ears.

"Thank you."

"You've already thanked me three times." Nie Qingyue frowned. Just now he said that his junior brother and master only talked so much. Now that it's his turn, can't he say a few more words?

Seeing that Song Yanhe's eye circles were getting redder, it seemed that if he blinked again, crystal clear tears would roll down, Nie Qingyue couldn't bear to ask again.

"Don't think about it so much. I'm going to take care of some company matters. You can go up and rest after eating."

Nie Qingyue returned to the room and received a text message from Emily.

"Mr. Nie, Zhao Ling's information has been sent to your mailbox. In addition, his itinerary has been confirmed tomorrow, and he will attend the charity auction dinner. I have also confirmed your seat for you."

"Zhao Ling, 17 years old, is the only son of Zhao Renxin and Dou Yuying. He is currently studying in Class 180, Grade 76 of a private middle school under Zhao Renxin's company. He is [-]cm tall and weighs [-]kg. The bodyguards who often accompany him are..."

Attached to the bottom of the file are two photos of Zhao Ling playing basketball in a red jersey, which can be seen from a candid angle.The side of the field was surrounded by cheering and cheering students.

"Recently, Zhao Ling has an extra teenage boy, who is not a classmate with Zhao Ling. The information is not complete yet, and further collection is underway."

Pulling the mouse down, it is a picture of Zhao Ling going to eat at a restaurant frequented by young people. There are several bodyguards standing at the door and outside the window. The person sitting and eating with Zhao Ling is a handsome young man whose face cannot be seen clearly. It seems to be about the same height as Zhao Ling.

it's him!Nie Qingyue almost instantly associated this boy with the person Qi Weifeng mentioned, clenched his fists, printed out the photo, and took it to find Song Yanhe.

Song Yanhe just took a shower, wearing glasses, sitting in front of the mirror silently looking at the hair dryer in his hand, motionless.

"Playing with the hair dryer again? Be careful of catching a cold." Nie Qingyue suddenly felt his heart soften, and put the photo on the table, "I'll blow it for you, so you won't be blowing it all night."

Song Yanhe didn't speak, and didn't refuse, just looked at Nie Qingyue in the mirror, gently brushing his hair, curling his hair from time to time with his fingers according to the lines of his hot hair, his expression was never more comfortable, as if he was teasing with a cute kitten and puppy.

After Song Yanhe's hair was cut short, it blew up much faster, and it was half dry after a while. Nie Qingyue was still a little reluctant to let it go, so he took some elastin and essential oil and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and took care of Song Yanhe's curly hair.

"Apply this on the palm of your hand, and then, do it like this, will you see it?" Nie Qingyue raised his head and met Song Yanhe's gaze in the mirror.

Song Yanhe's eyes were still a little red, and his handsome face was slightly raised to look at him, and the two of them stared at each other in silence for more than ten seconds.

Nie Qingyue's heart was beating like a drum, and by accident, he walked around in front of Song Yanhe and bent down, his lips stopped at a distance of only ten centimeters from Song Yanhe.

Song Yanhe turned his head towards him, spraying Nie Qingyue's face with every breath, but he didn't dodge back.

Nie Qingyue's heart broke, "This is how you always look at me."

After finishing speaking, a kiss was lightly printed on Song Yanhe's lips.Song Yanhe's lips were unbelievably soft, and there was his unique fragrance on his lips. Nie Qingyue's hand holding Song Yanhe's shoulder clearly felt that Song Yanhe's whole body was tense, but he still didn't retreat.

The smell of Song Yanhe slowly swept him away, he couldn't help but move the hand that was holding his shoulder to Song Yanhe's back to support it, and the other arm wrapped around his arm, gently sucking Song Yanhe's lips, and the tip of his tongue kept licking The corners of his lips absorbed the taste of Song Yanhe.

"Nie Qingyue." Song Yanhe's voice trembled slightly, calling his name in a low voice.

The blood in Nie Qingyue's whole body roared and boiled because of his call. He hugged Song Yanhe tightly with both hands and stuck to his body. The tip of his tongue pried open his teeth, occupying his entire mouth, repeatedly invading Song Yanhe's softness.

"Uh...uh...Nie Qing...Yue..." Song Yanhe nervously grasped the armrest of the chair, and was breathless from his kiss.

Nie Qingyue was also out of breath, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, he took off Song Yanhe's glasses, and rubbed his lips against the tip of Song Yanhe's nose, "If you call me by my name again, I won't be able to bear it anymore." He opened the drawer at the head of the bed and reached out to touch it.

Damn it!The drawer is empty!

Nie Qingyue never took anyone home, so there was no condom or lubricant at home.It must be the first time for the old Taoist, he was afraid that he could not control himself and hurt him.

Nie Qingyue asked hoarsely, "Do you believe me or not?"

"I... believe..." Song Yanhe's voice trembled nervously. Before he could finish speaking, Nie Qingyue hugged him to the bed, and then he was overwhelmed by overwhelming kisses.