Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

As soon as he moved to live in Jinzhou, Xiangbao Road, Nie Qingyue immediately carried out his promise of the "Manchu Banquet" last time, and pulled Song Yanhe, insisting on making him say a preference or taboo.

"Pick and buy what you want, and I'll make it for you when you get back. This time, it's absolutely fine."

Song Yanhe rubbed his temples subconsciously: "It's good to make a lighter home-cooked meal, and you don't need to put any ginseng and deer antler..."

"Why do you keep thinking about these things in your mind?" Nie Qingyue criticized him righteously, "Even if you can't help it when you see me, you can wait a little later and talk about it when you get home. What do you want me to do to you in this big crowd? ?”

Song Yanhe: "..." Not knowing how to respond, he obediently followed behind and watched Nie Qingyue guide Jiangshan to buy a bunch of things.

Nie Qingyue drove Song Yanhe out of the kitchen: "Did you see that sofa? Your range of movement is five meters around the sofa. Wash your hands and sit while waiting for a meal. You are not allowed to come in. I didn't put salt last time to distract me. " said the person who bought two cans of salt and didn't put any in the end.

Song Yanhe: "Watch the chess without saying a word, not to mention I don't know how to play this 'chess', I just stand by the window and watch, it won't affect you."

Nie Qingyue unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt, revealing half of his strong forearm, and placed him on the sofa with his own hands like carrying a sack: "Watch TV. You can also read a book. Don't peek at me."

Song Yanhe curled his lips pretending to be wronged: "I want to see you."

Nie Qingyue enjoyed it very much, and he plucked his hair twice to show his appreciation: "You can watch it at night. I will cherish this opportunity to re-employ and perform well, and I will give you something similar."

Many years ago, Nie Qingyue also imagined what it would be like when he started a family.Especially when he and Nie Qingfeng had just lost their parents and were dependent on each other, he had a strong urge to establish a little more emotional relationship with this world, as if only in this way could he have the strength to cling to their last hope.

In his imagination at that time, the busy person standing in the kitchen should be a woman, whether fat or thin, cooking delicious dishes or not - as long as he saw her, there would be a feeling of "coming home" It's enough, and from now on, I will live my whole life like a day, and I will never get tired of it.

Nie Qingyue took out a pair of glasses and an earphone from his coat pocket, and put them on easily with his dexterous fingers.

It's his fate, which can be regarded as good luck, even though he did not do things that can't get on the stage, he finally managed to get ahead.But as his position got higher and higher, he gradually discovered that the people around him didn't seem to be as ready to go through fire and water as before, and even his only younger brother was not as simple as before, holding a lot of money. People around me exchanged and exchanged banknotes.

As for himself, the women within sight are as beautiful as painted skins, and he might pull out a sharp knife from under his high heels at any time.

He had no choice but to live with thorns all over his body, constantly stabbing others and consuming himself, and he had to plan for his own funeral every once in a while.

"The first step is to cut into pieces. Peel the ingredients and cut them into pieces with a hob."

Is this how old Taoists learned to use mobile phones before?If time could come back again, he would choose to hold his hand and teach him how to use it, instead of letting the old Taoist priest sit alone in the garden and teach him step by step with this cold machine.It's not to take advantage of him, but I just hope that the old Taoist has him in every memory, so that when he is gone, the old Taoist will remember him longer.

"My dear, please pay attention, only when you treat food with a happy mood can you cook delicious food!"

... Liu Shoubin, what kind of bad taste is this?Is it to tell him that ultrasonic testing devices are getting better and better?Can you even detect when he is sour?

"The second step is to prepare the ingredients. After the oil is boiled, add the ingredients and fry until golden brown."

"Zi la—" I will have to take a shower and spray some perfume later.

If it is really as he had expected, the woman standing here is a woman who admires him, then with the accumulation of years, the sweet body fragrance from her gradually turns into the smell of oily smoke, will he still love her? as before?

How is it golden?It should be almost the same, right?Or do you not rush to get out of the pot without the earphones prompting?

"My dear, please be careful, it will burn if you fry it again."

...Didn't I just wait for you to tell me so I didn't fish it out?Who gave you a bad habit!

"The third step is to add shredded ginger and garlic to the new oil and sauté until fragrant."

"呲——" The aroma of onion and garlic came out when it was heated, permeated the small kitchen, and was mercilessly sucked away by the range hood before turning around.

The answer is - if it is an old Taoist with a scallion flavor, he will definitely love it to the last second.

Garlic is also fine, he doesn't pick.

... No, it's too scary, let's give him a bath.

"The fourth step, please add the ingredients and sauce in turn and stir fry, sprinkle evenly with an appropriate amount of salt. After frying, it can be served on a plate."

Since having Song Yanhe, those feelings that he once chased and gave up seem to have come back.It seems that it is not worth mentioning whether he is proud in front of his enemies in the past. His life is so short for the old Taoist priest, and time should be spent on important people.

In the past ten years, he has made countless decisions from his heart or against his heart, some of which lead him into the palace, some of which lead him into the abyss - and from then on, Song Yanhe is a small light at the fork in the road, and the place where the light is is the final word , no matter where it leads, he yearns for it wholeheartedly.

"My dear, please pay attention, it's time to cook!"

This plate has been filled with raw food, please change it... The plate is placed in-

Nie Qingyue turned her head and saw a figure standing secretly by the window. She was startled when she saw him turn around, and then hurriedly jumped back to sit on the sofa, forcing herself to act as if nothing had happened.

I don't know if the old Taoist felt "home" when he saw him?

"Come here and taste the three delicacies of the earth. I made it for my brother when I was a child. I must have added salt this time." Nie Qingyue put the plate on the table, sniffed his collar, and put the cuff next to Song Yanhe's nose, " Do I smell like oily smoke?"

Song Yanhe smelled it decently: "Well, you can eat it." Then he raised his head, smiled and pointed to his eyes, "You look so good wearing this."

"The glasses said that you want to have a further intimacy with me—do you want to have sex with me?" After Nie Qingyue relayed the bluntly, he pushed the frame of the mirror on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, and there was actually a bit of an elegant feeling, " It turns out that you miss me so much all day long."

"How can there be?" Song Yanhe argued, "Don't misinterpret its meaning, I just want to sit down and have a meal with you, this level of intimacy."

"That's it?" Nie Qingyue was dubious.

"That's it." After finishing speaking, Song Yanhe felt a little guilty, and added, "We will discuss the rest later."

The next day, Director Liu received instructions to start the production plan of the ultrasonic testing system - its performance was tested by the president to be accurate and effective, and it was approved for listing.

The spring night is bitter, the day is high, and the king does not go to court early.When Nie Qingyue woke up, he had no intention of getting up. He stretched himself so comfortably that he could stretch himself alive, and his long arms and legs took up the entire bed: "Honey, where's the person?"

If he still needed to search for and yell while looking for the [-]-square-meter loft, this apartment was definitely a little louder and he could hear everything from one end to the other.There was no response for two seconds, all the anxiety factors in Nie Qingyue's body rioted collectively, and he jumped off the bed, his voice was hoarse and anxious: "Baby?"

Nie Qingyue was driven crazy by the frequency of Song Yanhe's disappearance once a day, and picked up the phone under the control of the only remaining reason.Fortunately, it was connected.

"Are you awake? I'll go out and buy some breakfast, and I'll be right back."

Nie Qingyue almost yelled into the phone: "Who asked you to buy it!"

Although the room was warm, it was always colder than the bed. He jumped out before he had time to put on his clothes. He was too nervous just now, and the stress reaction just started now. Before he sneezed, tears were already coming out.

"Come back soon! How long is it?"

"Don't be angry, I'll go home right away. I'm already waiting for the elevator downstairs, about three to five minutes?"

... The old Taoist said "go home".

Nie Qingyue pressed the speakerphone and rubbed his face, then put on a few clothes indiscriminately: "Don't hang up, I'll wait for you."

As soon as Song Yanhe got out of the elevator, he saw the tall figure standing at the door, with fluffy and somewhat messy hair decorated like a lion.The small door frame couldn't hold him anymore, and the moment his eyes met, he jumped out of the frame, regardless of whether the elevator door was closed, ignored the gazes from the people inside, and hugged Song Yanhe: "I Got a heart attack."

Song Yanhe pressed it through his clothes: "It's very good."

"Next time I wake up and wake up and can't see you, it won't want to jump. Is this not a disease? Seriously, you get up early in the morning and lie down for a while, it's so cold outside, why go out to buy breakfast ? You said that you will go wherever I go, and I am still in bed, how can you run out by yourself without telling me in advance? "

Song Yanhe put the big and small bags on the table, and laid them out one by one: "You take care of me, and I take care of you, isn't it a matter of course? I'm not very good at cooking, so I'm afraid I'll disturb you by ordering takeout. I'll just go out and buy it. Next time you wake up and see that I'm not there, don't be so anxious, I will definitely come back. Pack up, eat and go to the company. "

Nie Qingyue didn't have the mood to pay attention to government affairs, and brushed his teeth lazily: "No. I only have one job to do, and that is to watch over you."

Song Yanhe enlightened him earnestly: "Think about your employees, the whole family counts on them to work and earn money to support their families. For these people, you have to shoulder the burden and grasp the company's development direction. This is responsibility and responsibility. This is like the people at the bottom of the mountain who want to go to Wuliang Mountain to study the Fa, not for the "mountain" of Wuliang Mountain, but for the "people" on the mountain."

Nie Qingyue: "They may not have joined the company because of me. Many people have never met me. It doesn't matter if I go or not. There is a management company, so I just look at you."

Song Yanhe crossed his arms and turned to look at him: "Oh, the management company. You mean, the one who did the mental power experiment last time?"

I haven't heard Song Yanhe mention this for a long time, Nie Qingyue almost forgot, and said vaguely: "Let's go, eat, go to the company, listen to you."

Song Yanhe continued to brainwash: "You entrust the management company with carte blanche, just like I entrust Lin Lang with carte blanche—although his abilities are more than enough in this world. But I said I would guard you for the rest of my life, and in a few days I said I would find Lin Lang will take over, are you willing?"

Nie Qingyue spat out a mouthful of mouthwash: "I don't want to!"

The wrong version is terrible!

Song Yanhe nodded approvingly: "It's fine if you said you didn't understand it before, but now you have this." He pointed to the glasses by the sink, "And you are not alone, there is me, I am not always with you ?"

Nie Qingyue shaved his beard and tidied his hair, making him look more upright: "It's all up to you."

The two sat at the cozy dining table, Nie Qingyue picked up some food and said, "Hey, open your mouth, ah—"

Song Yanhe's peach blossom eyes blinked brightly, and wondered, "Why do you want to feed me all of a sudden? I just eat it myself..."

"No, you have to let me feed, or I won't worry."

"What are you worried about?"

Nie Qingyue said straightforwardly: "When I am old and my color fades, you won't dump me so quickly for the sake of my kindness to you. Don't say you won't, you haven't seen me at that time. , how do you know it won't happen? So you have to allow me to treat you better. Open your mouth, ah—"

-END-