Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Nie Qingyue deeply felt that these were the routines of this old Taoist priest.

They say they don't want anything, but they just don't do practical things.

Pretend!

As soon as he saw that there was a hair dryer in Nie Qingyue's room, he pounced on it and touched it again and again.

The same goes for the mobile phone, which is almost out of battery and can't get enough of it.

Nie Qingyue pointed to the hair dryer and asked, take this if you like it.He said that he would not be rewarded for his merits, and thanked him for nothing, and then immediately put the hair dryer on himself - in the end, the butler found a backpack for him to put in it, and Song Yanhe carried it on his body and said nothing to take it off.

Wearing jeans, sneakers, a T-shirt, and a large backpack slung across his body, he looks like a 20-year-old college student from both the front and the back. He said he was 34, who would believe it?

Eating breakfast in the dining room, Nie Qingyue looked at him coldly while eating, wondering what he wanted.

He didn't seem to care about clothes and food at all, he held a bowl of porridge and drank it with pickles, and a table of Chinese and Western food, nothing was touched.

Do you want a woman?I found a girl for him yesterday, she was obviously pretty, but she scared him half to death. Could it be that I really want to find a fairy for him?

Do you want money?Even a hair dryer is considered a treasure, you must have never seen the world, right?

Nie Qingyue pretended to be casual while eating and asked, "I'll go buy you a mobile phone later, the one you played with last night."

Song Yanhe's eyes widened immediately, "Really? I can have it too?"

Nie Qingyue sneered from the bottom of his heart, and finally spoke.

He simply didn't eat the meal, put down the bowl and chopsticks and took Song Yanhe out directly.Pointing to the empty bowl on the table before going out, Nie Qingyue told the housekeeper, "Bring this to the technical department."

It is the rush hour for work, people come and go on the road, and the shopping mall has not yet opened.Song Yanhe looked at the busy street and was startled again from ear to ear.

So there are so many gods, so the gods have to get up so early?What are they going to do?Go to a meeting?Or practice?

Nie Qingyue hooked his fingers and called Ding Cheng over.Pointing to the door of the mall, "2 minutes."

Ding Cheng made a gesture, and a circle of bodyguards stood in a row of people, blocking the door of the mall, and then brought a few more people, took the guy from the car, and started to pry the door.The alarm sounded, and the security guards of the shopping mall came to stop him. Before he got close, he was stopped by the bodyguards. After whispering a few words, the team of security guards also came over and opened the door together.

When Song Yanhe regained consciousness from the side of the road holding his backpack, the door had already opened, and some counters hurriedly stood up for the shopping guides who came to work early.

Nie Qingyue gave Song Yanhe a push and led him into the shopping mall.

When he arrived at the mobile phone counter, Nie Qingyue took a newest mobile phone and handed it to Song Yanhe. Seeing that stars were about to pop out of his eyes, Nie Qingyue knew he had come to the right place and asked, "What else do you like?"

Song Yanhe looked around the entire mobile phone counter, thinking, this is probably the Treasure Pavilion in the Heaven Realm!Although Wuliang Mountain also has a Treasure Pavilion, it doesn't have so many artifacts of all kinds!Since it is someone else's treasure house, how can he just take other people's things?Quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, how can I take other people's things for nothing."

As soon as he said no, Nie Qingyue's face turned dark, feeling that the old Taoist was retreating again.What do you want, just say it directly, isn't it to save everyone's time?

Nie Qingyue sized him up and said, "Then go change your clothes." Then he took him to the international brand store.

The shopping guide who rushed over after hearing the news was already in place, with exquisite makeup and a smiling face standing in front of the store. As soon as he saw Nie Qingyue, he enthusiastically introduced him into the store and introduced the latest models hospitablely.

Nie Qingyue threw away the album, sat on the sofa and pointed to Song Yanhedao, "I want a set of all the new ones that suit him."

The shopping guide lady's eyes were bright, she was about to give New Year's greetings to the benefactor, she hurriedly dragged Song Yanhe to the fitting room to change, she chose a light blue shirt, white suit, leather shoes, and belt, and matched it with a huge one. white men's bag - for his hair dryer.

After changing clothes, Song Yanhe looked taller and taller, and tied his long hair gently behind his back, revealing a small fair face with picturesque eyebrows, and his pupils were water-cut.

There are no female relatives on Wuliang Mountain, and Song Yanhe is not used to being stared at by women like this, so he refused to enter the fitting room after only changing his body, and hid behind Nie Qingyue with a blushing face, stalemate.With a big wave of Nie Qingyue's hand, he swiped his card to settle the bill, and let the bodyguard carry his things out of the mall.

After the car started, Nie Qingyue thought to himself, bought hundreds of thousands of things and lost hundreds of thousands of doors, can he almost open the golden mouth?Just about to ask him when he could figure out Nie Qingfeng's whereabouts, when he looked up, he saw that Song Yanhe had fallen asleep.

Song Yanhe was leaning on the spacious seat in the car, with a men's bag worth tens of thousands of dollars resting on his head, sleeping like a fairyland, with his warm and soft mouth half-opened, almost drooling.

Can you not get sleepy after watching on your phone all night?I'm only going to bed now, why did I go early!

Nie Qingyue was so anxious that he wanted to arrest him, but he was afraid that if he fell asleep, something would happen later, so he gritted his teeth and asked the driver to drive the car to a quiet artificial lake.The bodyguard set up a table next to the car, set up a huge sun umbrella for Nie Qingyue to work, and let Song Yanhe sleep in the car.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the old Taoist finally woke up and stretched himself very comfortably.Touching the artifact at hand - the mobile phone, he thought, ah!This is the day of the gods!

When Nie Qingyue saw that the Buddha was awake, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he leaned over to look at him, "There is an auction this afternoon, do you want to go and see it?"

"Auction?" Song Yanhe's eyes glowed, and there is also an auction in the heavens?I don't know what kind of artifact is photographed?It is also an eye-opener to be able to see it from a distance, "Of course! Please trouble the gods to pick me up!"

Nie Qingyue thought to himself, this old Taoist priest is still a little bit upright.If you don't do this again, do you still want me to play cards with him and give him money?I don't care if I can endure it, I'm just afraid that Nie Qingfeng will suffer more if he delays for another day.

A convoy immediately drove towards the auction venue. Nie Qingyue stared at Song Yanhe all the way, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and he kept spinning his mobile phone in his hand.

Song Yanhe still only focused on looking out the window.Every time he passed by the street, he gasped and made a silent "oh" with his mouth. The more Nie Qingyue looked at him, the less he knew what was going on in his heart.

In the quiet carriage, there was a sudden "goo -" sound.Song Yanhe's face turned red, he looked up at Nie Qingyue, then quickly lowered his head.

Only then did Nie Qingyue realize that he hadn't had lunch yet, and the car happened to be stuck in the middle of the road, so he called a bodyguard to buy some food for Song Yanhe by the side of the road.

Song Yanhe was curious and annoyed, didn't he already attain Taoism and become an immortal?Will the gods be hungry too?Don't you just eat what you want, and don't eat if you don't want to?Bad bad, it must be that my six sense organs are not clean, and I have sinned and sinned.

After the bodyguard bought the fast food, Song Yanhe listened to Nie Qingyue explain how to use the mobile phone while eating, and entered his mobile phone number, and asked Song Yanhe to call several times.

When it was almost finished, Song Yanhe couldn't help but sighed, "The food in the heaven is really extraordinary. I don't know what is in the one I ate just now?"

Ding Cheng sat in the front row and turned around, "Fried chicken."

As soon as Ding Cheng's words came out, Song Yanhe spat out the contents of his mouth with a "puff -" and Nie Qingyue couldn't dodge in time, and was spat all over.

Nie Qingyue looked down at the clothes of the victims, then slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes were frighteningly deep, "You'd better explain what you're doing."

"This... this... I don't know what's in it... chicken, I'm a vegetarian, I've never tasted this taste just now, I haven't tasted it for a while... I didn't expect that the heavens also eat chicken..." Song Yanhe looked at his inferiority He was full of guilt, and he stuttered a bit when speaking.

"Are Taoist priests also vegetarian?" Nie Qingyue turned to Ding Cheng like a knife.

Ding Cheng had never dealt with this kind of situation before. He didn't know whether to take Song Yanhe down for Nie Qingyue first, or shoot him directly. Hearing Nie Qingyue's questioning, he took out his mobile phone tremblingly to check, "Boss, Taoist priest Some are vegetarian, and some are meat."

"Our Wuliangshan sect is a vegetarian. I am the leader, so I should lead by example..." Song Yanhe couldn't speak confidently about what should have been said at this time. Come out and pass it to Nie Qingyue, "Why don't you clean it?"

"Are you still the head?" Nie Qingyue originally planned to count to ten before speaking, otherwise he was afraid that someone would tie him up as soon as he opened his mouth. When Song Yanhe said that he was the head, he couldn't help but say, "Is there a leader as young as you?"

Ding Cheng took out his mobile phone and started to check again, and whispered, "Boss, it's also possible."

"Damn, I didn't ask you!" Nie Qingyue couldn't vent his anger on Song Yanhe, and Ding Cheng became a venting bag. He didn't dare to sit back in the front seat immediately after being scolded, so he had to lower his head.

How on earth did Brother Qiao become the boss's bodyguard?If you speak too fast, you will be scolded, and if you speak slowly, you will be scolded. Brother Qiao, you should come back quickly. I would rather go outside and kidnap someone!

"Go to the front and find a store to change my clothes." Nie Qingyue said with a gloomy face.

When Nie Qingyue rushed to the auction venue after changing his clothes, the auction was already halfway through.

The waiter led the two of them to the reserved VIP seats, and several wealthy ladies in the back row of seats were whispering.

"The one in the black suit is the leader of the Nie family, Nie Qingyue!"

"I see, it's so handsome, my God! It's even better than the ones in magazines!"

"It's more than that! It kills countless first-line male stars in seconds!"

"Did he look back a little bit just now? Was he looking at me? Was he looking at me?"

"Don't be an idiot, she didn't look back at all! What's more, your breasts are too small, how could Mr. Nie like you like this!"

"Who said that, look at the guy next to him with long hair and white clothes, and no breasts, okay? Mr. Nie helped him pull the chair just now, what a gentleman!"

"Come on, is that a man?"

The auction host cleared his throat, "The following collection is a broken sword with a long history and a mysterious origin. The detailed information, distinguished guests, can be found in the manual. Please ask the staff to show this collection to everyone."

"Broken sword?" Song Yanhe felt his vision blur for a while, and then became clear again.A tall female emcee in a cheongsam, wearing white gloves, opened the glass cabinet and took out the sword inside.

The color, material, and even age of the scabbard and hilt are almost the same, but Song Yanhe can still tell at a glance that the scabbard and sword are not original.

The author has something to say: Who do you think this sword is?Guess the prize!