Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

On this day, Song Yanhe was sitting on a recliner at the door leading to the garden from the CEO's office, reading a book.Nie Qingyue walked over and picked up the book in his hand, looked at the cover, and returned it to him.

"History of Chinese medicine? Why read this?"

Song Yanhe blinked, closed the book and put it aside, and said with a sweet smile, "Just read it casually, but now I have something else to read."

"You are not afraid to damage your eyes while reading here. Go into the house and read."

"How could it be?" Song Yanhe supported the frame with his fair and slender fingers, "The glasses can automatically adjust the light, so it won't look bad."

"Then don't you want to watch it now? You took off your glasses." Nie Qingyue was so flustered by his laughter that he reached out uncomfortably for the glasses on the bridge of Song Yanhe's nose.

Song Yanhe raised his face cooperatively and let him take off his glasses.

Nie Qingyue was satisfied, and sat down on the recliner next to Song Yanhe.Although the reclining chair was spacious, it was still a little crowded for two tall men to sit together. Nie Qingyue muttered "too crowded" while pulling Song Yanhe onto his lap and sitting on it, while he leaned on the back of the chair.

"It's more comfortable this way." Nie Qingyue narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"are you still busy?"

"Well, I'm done. The management company has to worry about the group's affairs. Whatever I can do is just busywork."

"Then, is there still no news?"

"If there's any news, didn't I tell you earlier?"

Song Yanhe saw that Nie Qingyue was depressed when he mentioned this matter, so he patted his thigh, "Let's go, let's set up the formation and count again!"

Nie Qingyue held him back and said, "Don't go."

Since the sealing of Lin Lang, Song Yanhe has been looking for Nie Qingfeng in the Bihai Qingyan formation every now and then for more than a month. Sometimes his face turns pale for a while, and sometimes he drips blood into the formation. Nie Qingyue feels distressed when he sees it.

He took Song Yanhe's hand and stroked his fingertips. Although the wound there had healed and disappeared, Nie Qingyue knew that every time he bit his finger, there must be some wear and tear, and he gradually accepted that Nie Qingfeng might really go. that world.

"Why?"

"We don't count. How about taking you out to play at night?"

Of course Song Yanhe nodded with a smile, "Listen to you."

The afternoon sun in early summer lazily shone on the two of them, making Song Yanhe's fair skin even more crystal clear. Nie Qingyue couldn't help touching his face with his hands, it was still so delicate and smooth.He sat up involuntarily, raised Song Yanhe's chin with his index finger and kissed him, from the corner of his lips to his chin, to his long and slender neck, and his collarbone with purple hickey marks after the neckline was pulled open.

Song Yanhe's unique smell is fresh and calming, even now that the two of them eat and live together, the smell has not faded at all. Every time Nie Qingyue gets close to him, he feels refreshed, and he sinks his head into his neck and sucks greedily.

"Beep—" the intercom in the house rang.

"Mr. Nie, Director Liu is here to see you, can you come in now?"

Nie Qingyue pressed his forehead against Song Yanhe's shoulder, and snorted.

Song Yanhe laughed and pushed him, "You go to work first, can't we go out earlier at night if we finish our work early?"

"No, I'll tell him to go!"

"Children's temper."

"You say I'm a child?" Nie Qingyue squeezed the person in his arms tightly, and pinched his buttocks, "How do you say I'm young?"

Song Yanhe smiled and begged for mercy, "Hey, it hurts so much. I made a slip of the tongue, you are not small, you are very big. Hurry up and get busy with serious business, I will wait for you."

"Hmph, he better have business."

Song Yanhe stood up from the chair, pulled Nie Qingyue, and straightened his collar, "Go."

"Secretary Ai, tell Director Liu to come in."

A thin man walked in with a pair of glasses and holding several folders.

"Hey, Mr. Nie, I'm sorry to bother you. This is the progress of several projects under development recently. Please take a look. Some of them have been approved by the management company. I specially brought them to tell you about the plans. You see If there is no problem, sign the contract and we can start construction. There are also several who intend to set up a project team, and the prospects are very optimistic. If we can achieve results, our group's position in the industry will be unmatched in the next three years at least .”

"It's so thick, I don't want to read it, you tell me, pick the key points."

"Okay, first of all, it is a medical non-contact medical examination machine. This technology is very different from the traditional ultrasonic non-contact medical examination machine. It can obtain almost all the data of the medical examiner in a short period of time, and combine the data in the archive. Historical data analyzes the physical condition of the examiners. In our clinical tests, the error is less than 0.05%, and the error range is very small, even lower than manual measurement..."

"The second item is the concept car development plan. Here are several raw materials jointly selected by the project team engineers and the cost accounting department of the management company. The general direction has been finalized, but there are still some small differences in the color selection of the first concept car. The project team hopes to continue to use the black and gold of the group logo, and the management company suggests using dark gray and silver to emphasize fashion and international feeling. The models made by these two color schemes are very good-looking, and the data survey is almost the same. Finally It's up to you to decide..."

"And this..." Director Liu continued to explain, and more than an hour passed before he knew it.

"And then there's the financing plan for the remodeling of the resort..."

Nie Qingyue patted the table, "What? What are you doing downstairs all day long! I need financing to build a resort? Show me!"

"Hey, look, this is it." Director Liu trembled from the sound of the table being slapped, and presented a folder with both hands, "There was too much trouble a while ago, and the proposal of financing was just a formality, to file a complaint against the violation. Let's make things right, Mr. Nie, we've made arrangements..."

"All right, all right, bring them here." Nie Qingyue flipped through them, "Director Liu, have you read them all?"

"Of course, Mr. Nie, I have personally inspected every project."

"Yeah." Nie Qingyue unscrewed the pen to sign and seal each document, "How long have you been with me?"

Director Liu has worked with Nie Qingyue for four or five years since he was an unknown person, until now he is in a high position.Nie Qingyue bought a garage and arranged jobs for the whole family, inside and outside, and even relatives. In addition to knowing Director Liu himself, Nie Qingyue trusted him very much. Fortunately, Director Liu was also a dead-headed person. Following Nie Qingyue, he dismissed the olive branches thrown by his peers.

"It's been five years, Mr. Nie."

Nie Qingyue signed twenty or thirty documents in one go, moved his fingers, and looked at the French windows.It was a sunny afternoon, and the automatic dimming curtains blocked the view of the garden, but Nie Qingyue could picture the figure of the person in the garden in his mind without looking.

"Well. Regarding the new car, let's just use the blue color from last time."

"Huh? Blue? Hey, okay, I'll go back and get someone to do a design evaluation."

"It's all signed, take it, and work hard."

"Okay, Mr. Nie, don't worry, I will personally take care of these projects. By the way, the Six Dynasties Gold Powder has been renovated and will reopen next week."

"Leave the invitations for the opening ceremony to Secretary Ai, so go ahead and get busy."

After Qi Shaojie's murder, Six Dynasties Gold Fan was shut down for rectification, so it simply hid its strength and bide its time behind closed doors to redecorate and replace it with the latest top-notch entertainment facilities, which are more upscale and luxurious than before.This has not yet opened, and the huge momentum has already attracted celebrities in the city.

Nie Qingyue opened the door to the garden, the sunlight outside was not so strong, Song Yanhe was lying on the deck chair, sleeping sideways under the shade of the parasol.He had only set up the formation a few days ago, and it seemed that Song Yanhe would be extremely tired every time after setting up the formation.

Nie Qingyue pulled his arms around his shoulders and hugged him up.

"Huh? You're here." Song Yanhe was sleepy.

"We won't count it from now on, your array, don't set it up again in the future."

"I'm fine. It's just that the sun is suitable today. The temperature of my skin has risen, the pores have stretched, and the oxygen supplied to the brain has decreased, so I naturally feel sleepy. The book says this is a normal phenomenon."

"Don't talk about it, I'll take you to the lounge to sleep for a while."

"Okay." Song Yanhe also wrapped his other arm around Nie Qingyue's neck and obediently replied, leaning in his arms and being carried to the lounge.

"Aren't you coming to sleep together?" Song Yanhe took off his clothes and put his elbows on the bed, patted the bed, "I'll give you half, come here."

"I can't take half of it when I go to bed, just use half of it with you."

"Huh? How to use it?" Song Yanhe asked knowingly.

Nie Qingyue untied his tie and pressed over, "Sleep on top of you."

"Well, Nie Qingyue... you... um..."

"Didn't you ask me to sleep with you?"

"Where is it? You... um... why are you so undignified when you say something..."

"I just want to say undignified things to you, do undignified things, and let you be undignified with me. Do you have an opinion? Hmph, it's too late..."

Song Yanhe's sweetness and sweetness and tenderness when the love is deep always make Nie Qingyue fascinated and fallen, eating every inch of his skin uncontrollably, changing different positions to occupy him.The breath of male hormones enveloped the beautiful scenery in the lounge, and it was several hours after the two ended their lingering death.

Song Yanhe lay powerlessly on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering in his mouth like a babble, "When a gentleman speaks, he will whip the horse quickly. He must believe in his words, and he must act in deeds. He is a gentleman. Alas, the moon is white and the wind is clear, such a good night, We agreed to go out to play together, why did we pass it like this, no good, no good."

"Not good?" Nie Qingyue turned over and put his hands on both sides of Song Yanhe's head, "Not good, you still pestered me just now? Did you treat you too well and didn't teach you?"

Song Yanhe snorted twice, and said aggrievedly, "You were the one who said you wanted to go out, so it's fine now."

"Do you want to go out?" Nie Qingyue looked at his watch, "It's past ten, it's not too late, let's go."

Song Yanhe wailed, "What? It's past ten o'clock!" They entered the room before they got off work, and in a blink of an eye, half a day had passed.

"I asked someone to make food and bring it up. The dining car is at the door. You go take a shower and change your clothes. We'll go out after dinner."

"Aren't you tired? Today... you won't go out. For some reason, I vaguely feel that I shouldn't go out today." Song Yanhe looked at Nie Qingyue's figure who turned over quickly and got out of bed to get clothes from the closet, and tried to move himself body, sighed and emphasized, "I really can't go."

Nie Qingyue slapped his ass through the thin quilt, "Why do you vaguely feel that you can't go out? Do you have to do some calculations before going out? You can't afford it, I can't afford it, I will carry you out."

The evening breeze in early summer was cool and refreshing. Nie Qingyue found a long double-breasted trench coat for Song Yanhe to wear over a color-blocked shirt, and took a white T-shirt and jacket to put on himself.

Song Yanhe blinked at Nie Qingyue and said appreciatively, "You look ten years younger than usual with your clothes like this."

Nie Qingyue snorted softly, straightened the cuffs of his jacket and said, "Wear a mask when you go out."

"Why?"

"There is no reason." Nie Qingyue didn't want to say a word, "If you tell you to wear it, you will wear it."

Sure enough, Song Yanhe went out wearing a mask, his bangs almost covered his eyebrows, only revealing a pair of talking eyes.The two were strolling in the bustling neighborhood, Song Yanhe pointed to an advertisement on the wall, "Let's go to that movie."

Even if it is a movie invested by the Nie Group, Nie Qingyue is rarely interested in going to see it in person, but this time he agreed, "Okay, this way."

Nie Qingyue looked around. Although it was past eleven o'clock, there were still many people on the road.He hesitated for a while, and finally took Song Yanhe's hand and crossed the road. When he was considering whether to let go, he met two people at the corner.

A big boy walked with a bucket of snacks while eating, talking to the man beside him, accidentally tripped over the barrier on the side of the road, and leaned toward Nie Qingyue.

Song Yanhe immediately pulled out the hand held by Nie Qingyue, caught the big boy's snack bucket with one hand, and picked up the fried chicken that spilled into the air one by one, and wrapped the boy's waist with the other hand, and the hem of the windbreaker followed suit. When he turned around, the two of them stood firmly.

"Thank you." The boy smiled shyly, "I was too busy eating, and didn't look at the road...You, hello!...Why are you! Why are you so haunted!"

The boy pushed Song Yanhe's hand away and ran behind the man.

The surprised glance just now made Chen Mu forget all the words he planned to thank. After seeing the person wearing the mask clearly, he said in surprise, "Mr. Song?" Then he frowned distressedly, "You...why So skinny?"

"Ah?" Song Yanhe handed over the fried chicken bucket, straightened the collar of his shirt and said, "Oh, probably the clothes make people thinner. It's such a coincidence that I met you here."

"Well, I just finished my work, and Lin Lang just said that I want to eat supper. Mr. Song, you are really thin, why are you still wearing a mask? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Mu took a deep look at Nie Qingyue, frowned slightly He frowned, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to my hospital for an examination, not far from here."

"You are the only one who is sick! Do you want me to find someone to treat you?" Nie Qingyue raised his voice unceremoniously, then gave Chen Mu a hard look, and stepped forward to hold Song Yanhe's hand generously, "Let's go, movie It's time to start."

"Hehe, idiot." Lin Lang mocked in a low voice when the two passed by.

"Are you fucking looking for trouble?" Nie Qingyue stopped.

Lin Lang was astonished, "Hey, did I name my name? Why do people still scold me? Who knows who I am scolding, and who is afraid of people saying that I have done stupid things?" He said and looked at Song Yanhe One glance, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't hurt the sky, you can't block me!"

Song Yanhe smiled and squeezed Nie Qingyue's hand tightly, "Let's go, isn't the movie about to start soon? Lin Lang is a child, what do you care about with him?"

"Who is a child, I am a thousand years old!"

The streets are still bustling at midnight, and the strange lights sprinkle the streets under your feet.Chen Mu was still standing at that intersection until the figure of the two holding hands disappeared from sight, worry was written on his handsome face.

"Hey, you are willing to stand here to suck your breath, don't take me with you." Lin Lang looked at Chen Mu with disgust, and waved his hand in front of him, "Go or not."

After a while, Chen Mu asked, "Lin Lang, does what you said before still count?"

"Which one? Oh, that one, forget it." Lin Lang scratched his head.

In fact, Song Yanhe didn't seem to intend to fight against him now, and he didn't want to do anything immoral, but Chen Mu was really kind to him.

The last time he was sealed in a jar by Song Yanhe, Chen Mu was worried, so he brought him back to the Chen Mansion with the jar, and ordered the servants to prepare a guest room.After the servant finished making arrangements, he asked the guest when he would arrive. Chen Mu thought about it, and personally carried the jar and put him on the bed, and even covered half of the jar with a quilt.This move was completely useless to Lin Lang. He couldn't see his fingers in the jar, let alone cover him with any quilt. However, seeing Chen Mu's careful look, Lin Lang still got the word "stupid" on his lips. The word swallowed back.

Seven days later, the restraint under Song Yanhe was lifted, and the first thing he saw was Chen Mu who was waiting beside him when he was released from the jar.Chen Mu found a decent hotel to welcome him, and they were sitting on a brazier and burning grapefruit leaves. It was only the two of them eating, but they ordered a large table of delicacies from mountains and seas, many of which were cooked deliciously. fat chicken.

Lin Lang has lived for more than 1000 years. He has survived two catastrophes alone, and encountered countless other catastrophes. He clearly knows that monsters have different paths. It is impossible for human beings to have the same respect for monsters. It's more about exploit and fear.The people he met after he came here, whether it was Zhao Ling who fled the battle and left him alone, and didn't even look for him later, or Nie Qingyue who made people chase him and beat him as soon as they met, and even blocked him. Song Yanhe, who broke one of his tails twice, gave him a strange look.Only when getting along with Chen Mu, Chen Mu seemed to never know that he was a fox demon, chatting with him naturally.

Besides, he ate a lot of Chen Mu's food and lived in Chen Mu's house, which was much more comfortable than his previous Dongfu and the hotel apartment Zhao Ling arranged for him. According to his habits, he couldn't eat others for nothing. It is also right to do something for Chen Mu.

"Look at how haggard he looks. He has diverted his spiritual energy on Nie Qingyue, and has spent a lot of mental energy. Now his strength has been greatly reduced. At this time, I am [-]% sure that I can trap him."

Song Yanhe's vitality was greatly damaged, but Lin Lang was able to eat, drink and sit back and relax every day. He was full of energy, and his skill was not much worse than before.

"Trap him?" Chen Mu shook his head and smiled helplessly, "What do I do to trap him?"

Lin Lang was puzzled, "Don't you like him? Then what are you going to do, seal him? Eat him? Dig his heart or refine him? Don't think about it, he is not easy to refine .Well, but as long as it is caught, it is not up to you to deal with it?"

Chen Mu looked at him with an unreasonable look, and sighed, "Please think of another way."