Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

"Mr. Nie, we are downstairs, shall we send it up for you now?"

After Nie Qingyue was attacked in the hospital, the protective measures around him became more airtight, and Emily didn't dare to neglect, and dispatched a special car and a group of bodyguards when delivering the food.

Wang Daqiao and Ding Cheng often communicated with Emily about work news. Yesterday, they informed Emily about Song Yanhe's return as soon as possible. Therefore, although there is no additional explanation for today's dishes, they are also based on vegetarian food. Lord—of course they don't know that Song Yanhe eats at the same table with a fox who only eats meat but not vegetarians, let alone how much meat Song Yanhe has eaten during his time as You Fei.

The moment he entered the house with the food delivery box, Wang Daqiao was startled by the mess all over the floor. If he hadn't seen Nie Qingyue standing in the living room in good condition, he would have almost drawn his gun!All the tables, chairs and benches that could be turned over were overturned and kicked, and the only thing that survived in the whole room was the biggest sofa.

Looking at his boss's gloomy and silent face... Wang Daqiao knew who made this place. As for the sofa that was not overturned, it was probably too heavy, or the boss thought he wanted to sit on it... …

Nie Qingyue sat on the only sofa, picked up the cigarette case from the ground, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, frowning as if he was never going to relax, raised his eyes and looked at Ding Cheng, "Fire."

When Ding Cheng saw that he was taking the cigarette, he had prepared the lighter, and offered it immediately.Nie Qingyue lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, but he didn't feel any better. There was no one to scold him for something wrong, and he didn't like anything.

Like a puppy wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue, he ran to Song Yanhe to confirm the relationship, and felt good about himself, but in the end he came back with a mocking appraisal result, his heart hurt like a knife.

This joke is just too funny.Fuck flesh and blood.

He thought that he was the dignified president of Nie's Group, with supernatural powers to call the wind and rain, but in Song Yanhe's eyes, he was nothing.That's right, anyway, Song Yanhe has never liked any of the things he has, and now he just knows that Song Yanhe doesn't even like him.

He thought he was worthy of Song Yanhe, but that was just "he thought".When Song Yanhe doesn't recognize him, he is nothing.

Nie Qingyue walked all the way to the living room and saw kicks and kicks, but when he knocked over the house, he didn't feel angry at all. The embarrassment of the place seemed to make his mood clear to the world. Silent sarcasm with feet on the ground.

It gets worse the more I look at it.

I had no choice but to say, "Clean it up."

The puffing didn't do much to drown out his distraction, what little oxygen he had was feeding the part of the brain dedicated to thinking about it.

He didn't want Song Yanhe to see him in a state of despair.If the old Taoist thinks that he can't even be a humanoid self-propelled pile driver, is he even less redeeming?He thought that the old Taoist would wait for him to be "old and pearly" before leaving. Now it seems that he is at risk of being laid off at any time, with no employment guarantee at all.

Wang Daqiao helped the solid wood dining table lying on its side on the ground, checked the degree of damage, and after confirming that there was no problem, he laid out all the meals in the delivery box.Ding Cheng put the dining chair and other furniture back in place, and cleaned up the broken debris on the ground.

Emily stood aside and said softly, "Mr. Nie."

Nie Qingyue was a little strange.Emily is not a winking person, and she is omnipotent in doing things properly. What is the meaning of standing here without going to help in this situation?

He looked back at her, and Emily nodded imperceptibly.

Emily must have something very important to report, and it is so secret that even Wang Daqiao can't tell it.

He got up and said, "Emily, come with me."

The two walked to the window, and Emily put a button-sized earphone in her hand on the window sill, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Nie, fingerprint unlock, a confidential recording from the central control center."

Nie Qingyue is actually not in the mood to take care of the group's affairs, but it's not easy to get angry at a dedicated female employee for no reason, so he absent-mindedly picked up the earphones and put them on.

"drop."

"Hello." It was a man's voice. This refined and elegant articulation sounds familiar to him, but why is it so annoying?

"Chen Mu, it's me."

Nie Qingyue slapped the window sill hard.

The sound quality is very, very clear, as if the caller is right next to him.Nie Qingyue recognized it almost as soon as he uttered the first syllable——Song Yanhe calling Chen Mu?When did this happen!

Chen Mu: "I know it's you, Nie Qingyue won't call me at this time. What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"When was this recording?" Nie Qingyue asked, "How did you capture it?"

Emily replied in a low voice, "Last night, I dialed from your mobile phone."

Song Yanhe used his mobile phone to call Chen Mu?He also wanted to ask, what's the matter?

Song Yanhe: "That, Chen Mu."

It was almost dark when Nie Qingyue woke up, he only wore a set of home clothes, no shirt and tie, but when Song Yanhe called Chen Mu's name, he felt his neck was strangled.

He can be sure that he has developed a physical aversion to the word "Chen Mu".

Chen Mu: "Well, I'm here."

Oh, are you there?You may not be "in" anytime soon!

Chen Mu: "Say something slowly, don't worry. It's cold at night, put on some clothes, and close the windows so you don't catch cold."

Nie Qingyue's heart turned cold.It turns out that these two people are so knowledgeable behind his back?No wonder the old Taoist wouldn't let him do it. What kind of shit assets have shrunk and employees have been laid off, huh.

Song Yanhe: "Can you please not tell Nie Qingyue what you told me today?"

If there is only one earphone, Nie Qingyue really wants to see where the playback progress bar is now.If the recording ends here, he can explode on the spot—is there anything Song Yanhe and Chen Mu can't tell him!ah?

Chen Mu: "Even if you didn't make this call specifically, I didn't intend to say anything to him. But, do you think Nie Qingyue won't notice it?"

Hearing this, Nie Qingyue probably already knew what they were talking about.

Song Yanhe: "Maybe...he really didn't see it."

Sometimes I feel that the old Taoist is too ruthless, but he suddenly said something so naive.Did he really think that Nie Qingyue was blind?How could it be impossible to see that Yu Fei is a fake?

Chen Mu: "Really? I may be a bit nosy when I say that, but if I can see it at a glance, but he doesn't, doesn't it just mean that he doesn't care too much about you?"

You are really meddling too much, you have nothing to do here, I know whether I need to be careful or not.

But when he thought that the people around him did not recognize that You Fei was pretending to be Song Yanhe, but was recognized by Chen Mu at a glance, Nie Qingyue's physical disgust towards him increased a little bit, and he almost felt nauseous listening to Chen Mu. In the following paragraph, before he went to the toilet to spit it out, he suddenly heard Song Yanhe say: "Thank you for your advice, but I have reasons for wanting to stay."

This call should have been made when he fell asleep, before the old Taoist promised him to stay by his side.So what was his "reason to stay" then?

Nie Qingyue was really afraid that the recording would stop here, and he was suddenly afraid that he would never know the real reason why Song Yanhe stayed for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Chen Mu spoke again, "What is it? I can give you what Nie Qingyue can give you, as long as you trust me."

Nie Qingyue's brain didn't have time to express his disgust and ridicule towards Chen Mu, he felt his heart beating faster and faster, almost suffocating.Why did Chen Mu compare himself with him?It seems that Chen Mu knows something that he doesn't know... what is it?

"It's not the problem, it's that I like him."

The whole world seemed to stand still, and Nie Qingyue stood stiffly in front of the window, unable to remember.

Song Yanhe said something after that, but he heard it but didn't remember it, and his mind was full of the phrase "I like him".

"Drip." The recording ended.

The sky outside the window didn't seem so dark, and the building opposite was still lit with a little light.It was one family after another, and the people living in it would quarrel and fight coldly, but after all they lived under one roof, they were a family, and after the rain was over, they were peaceful and beautiful again.From their point of view, the house where Nie Qingyue lives should also be a "home", and the bedridden people in the bedroom are his family members.

Nie Qingyue played it again with unsatisfied interest. He had already remembered the previous conversation clearly, and was only waiting to hear the last sentence of Song Yanhe's words. This time he finally heard clearly.

Song Yanhe's tone was soft, his voice was like a quiet spring moistening things, every word was ding ding dong dong on the stone bank, he read clearly, but the bite was not heavy.

"It's not the problem, it's that I like him. It has nothing to do with what he can give me, and it has nothing to do with whether he cares enough for me."

This silly boy!

Nie Qingyue laughed angrily at him, turned around and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Give this to Liu Shoubin and tell him to cut out what Chen Mu said, and Song Yanhe also cut out what Chen Mu said, and pass the rest here. Go now."

"Okay, Mr. Nie." Emily took the earphones and quickly walked out of the room.

Is there anything in this world that fills a man with more vanity than "the person he likes rejects his love rival and confesses to himself directly in front of his love rival"?

Nie Qingyue took two puffs of cigarette briskly, and suddenly found that he could accept the setting of "skin-flesh relationship" without any obstacles, as if being a humanoid self-propelled pile driver was not an insult to him, but a kind of affirmation.Peel off the hard shell of the old Taoist's mouth, and when he opened it, there was a warm little heart that was beating and thumping, with a few large characters written on it, "I like Nie Qingyue", Song Yanhe's watery eyes blinked and blinked. He...just thinking about it makes his heart melt.

As soon as Nie Qingyue opened the door, he saw that Song Yanhe had just woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed to wake up. His hair was a little messy, and he was wearing dark red soft satin pajamas. One can't help but want to try whether a light inhalation can leave bright red evidence.

Song Yanhe looked at him with a puzzled expression, probably wondering why he was in such a good mood when he came back after going out for a while.

Nie Qingyue walked up to him and gave him a big hug.

"What kind of relationship do you say we have, and what kind of relationship we have, I'll do as you please." Nie Qingyue rubbed his cheek, "You can call me 'Dad' if you want, so I can get used to it in advance. And grow old with you forever."