Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Nie Qingyue pressed the call button, "Emily, where is Mr. Song?"

"Mr. Nie, Mr. Song should still be in the lounge. Do you need me to invite him over?"

"No, I'll go over."

Nie Qingyue walked to the door of the lounge and slammed the door open.

Song Yanhe was lying on the big bed in the lounge looking at the tablet computer, with one hand clenched and his chin biting his thumbnail, his brows were furrowed, his face turned red when he saw Nie Qingyue suddenly coming in, and he pulled the quilt over himself and the tablet computer stand up.

This time, Nie Qingyue didn't have the mood to tease him in the morning, and directly strode to the bed with long legs, "Give it to me."

Song Yanhe in the quilt seemed to be more tightly packed, and shook his head.

"take it out."

"No."

"Why not, show me."

"There is my privacy here."

"Privacy?" The old Taoist has learned to talk about privacy with him?Where has he not seen it, and there is privacy?

"You take off your glasses for me first."

Song Yanhe stretched out a hand from under the quilt, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside, bit his lips, "I can't give them to you."

"Okay, then I'll do it." Nie Qingyue lifted the quilt to the ground with a wave of his hand, and Song Yanhe rolled into a ball holding the tablet deftly, and rolled out of the bed from the other side.

"Is your computer encrypted, bring it here, and I'll ask someone to take it for you to repair it."

"I added it myself..."

"You can?"

"Just learned."

"You just learned to encrypt the computer until the R&D department can't crack it?" Nie Qingyue suddenly felt that the computer and the old Taoist priest could not be kept together, at least not now, the computer was encrypted in a morning meeting, and I don't know if I stay again What else will happen.So he took off the blazer that got in the way and put it on the back of the chair, ready to grab it.

Song Yanhe watched his movements, and whispered like a mosquito, "That, I will..."

Nie Qingyue approached step by step, took off his tie in twos and twos, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, "What's the matter?"

"Last night, you, you let me relax, that."

Song Yanhe spoke in a low voice, the last few words were barely audible, but Nie Qingyue still understood.Looking at Song Yanhe who was forced into the corner with peach blossom eyes flustered and not knowing where to look, Nie Qingyue was stunned and asked, "So you want to tell me that you were watching a short movie early in the morning to learn that?"

"What is a small movie?" Song Yanhe saw it as a purely academic expansion guide.

Nie Qingyue's eyes darkened, "Do you want to learn to ask me?" With him here, Song Yanhe still needs to watch other people's demonstrations?

As he spoke, Nie Qingyue pushed Song Yanhe against the wall with both hands and kissed him, and started to unbutton Song Yanhe's shirt with one hand.

Glancing down at the tablet computer that Song Yanhe was still holding in his arms, Nie Qingyue said hoarsely, "If you want to hug you, keep hugging. If you haven't let go in the end, I won't snatch you. If you let go halfway I'm going to punish you." After speaking, he kissed him again, and all the buttons of his shirt and vest were unbuttoned, hanging loosely on Song Yanhe's shoulders.

"Hmm... Nie, Nie, Nie Qingyue, I..." Song Yanhe was so kissed that he couldn't speak, met Nie Qingyue's eyes, and swallowed the rest of the words.

"If you have any questions, tell me, I'm going to start testing your learning results."

Nie Qingyue picked up Song Yanhe and threw him on the bed. He leaned forward and used his fingers to move the tablet on his chest to a small position, revealing a little red.With a light pinch of her fingertips, Yan Hong obediently stood up.

Nie Qingyue touched down in satisfaction, and rubbed Song Yanhe's vitals through his clothes, "Did you react? Did you react when you saw me, or did you react when you saw something else just now, huh?"

"It's not...it's..." Song Yanhe was weak, and he still didn't forget to clasp the tablet on his chest.

"Is it true or not?" Nie Qingyue skillfully undid the belt and the zipper of the trouser buttons, easily hugged Song Yanhe's legs and lifted them, and removed his ironed trousers, "Let me see what you have learned. "

Wrapped in white cotton underwear, Song Yanhe's blood was already hot and he wished he could break through the shackles.Nie Qingyue reached in with his big hand, relentlessly soothing her.

"Easy, light, don't..."

Nie Qingyue stopped what he was doing, "Okay, then I won't move."

Song Yanhe didn't expect him to stop abruptly, and sent himself to his hands to rub gently, "Don't stop..."

Seeing Song Yanhe's confused look, Nie Qingyue became more and more excited, and rubbed his fingertips on the top of his mouth intentionally or unintentionally, "If you want it, say yes, if you say no, I will stop."

"I want..." Song Yanhe twisted his waist impatiently.

Nie Qingyue's heart was on fire, and he took out a bottle of lotion from the bedside and poured it on his fingertips, "You started the fire, so I won't let you go this time."

"Well, Nie Qingyue..." Song Yanhe realized what he was going to do, and couldn't help putting a hand on Nie Qingyue's arm and trembling slightly.

"Hold your computer, don't drop it, or you will suffer."

"Well, don't, don't look..." Song Yanhe hurriedly withdrew his arms and hugged his chest again.

"Don't watch me do it." Nie Qingyue ignored his words, instead he put a pillow under Song Yanhe's waist, and stretched his legs.Song Yanhe's back was immediately exposed, so he had no choice but to turn his face away from what was about to happen to him.

Seeing that he was nervous, Nie Qingyue leaned over to suck his lips, while slowly feeding in his fingers, "It won't hurt you for too long."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Director Zhang of the HR Department called Emily's office again.

"Secretary Ai, lunch is ready, please let me know if Mr. Nie needs it."

"Okay, I see. Mr. Nie is busy now. I will call you when I need it."

"Okay, okay, then I will trouble Secretary Ai."

"You're welcome."

"How is it, Director Zhang?" The chef asked anxiously, "What did Secretary Ai say, is there something wrong with the morning dishes?"

"If the dishes in the morning are not cooked correctly, I can give you an extra month's salary as a bonus? Don't worry, just cook your dishes well. Secretary Ai said that Mr. Nie is still busy. Mr. Nie is always a big shot. It’s two o’clock and you’re still dealing with official business, so you should put in more effort to make up for Mr. Nie, but remember it’s still essential, and Secretary Ai specifically explained it.”

"Director, don't worry, I have prepared all the ingredients, and I can cook them at any time. You see, the yam, burdock, cabbage, and broccoli are all the freshest. They can invigorate the spleen and kidney, and there are also ready-made walnut cakes and pine nut cakes." , try it and give me some advice..."

"Where's the boss?" Wang Daqiao searched around inside and outside of Wang Daqiao's office, but he couldn't find Nie Qingyue, so he ran to ask Emily.

Emily was busy typing in front of the computer, and replied without raising her head, "In the lounge."

"Alright, I'll go find the boss."

"Wait a minute!" Emily stopped moving, "Manager Wang, you'd better not go."

"What's the matter? I have business to do."

Emily straightened her hair which was not messy, and thought about her words, "Boss Nie is resting, and Mr. Song is also here."

Wang Daqiao still didn't understand, so, "I'm on business tonight, it's that... something, you know, the boss just takes a nap, he said that he can come to him at any time for the second boss."

Although Emily was not directly involved, she was very clear about what Nie Qingyue and Wang Daqiao were doing outside, and she even assisted in some aftermath work. Wang Daqiao didn't have to shy away from talking about what happened at night with her.

"Cough," Emily coughed dryly, "this time..."

"Secretary Ai, the clothes you asked for have been delivered, where are you putting them?" The old butler of Nie's house came over with two servants pushing a mobile clothes hanger.

"These sets of clothes were taken from Mr. Song's room, as well as the matching shoes, socks and bow ties. Let's see what else you need."

"Thank you." Emily went up to meet her, and looked at the mobile hanger in the servant's hand, "Push it into my office first, Mr. Nie is still resting."

"Okay, then I won't disturb your work. Secretary Ai, Manager Wang, take your leave." The old housekeeper nodded kindly, bid farewell to the two, and took two servants into the elevator.

"Why did you send Mr. Song's clothes here? Isn't it enough for him to go out in the morning to attend the charity auction?"

Mr. Song is obviously a clothes hanger, he looks as good as a model in everything he wears.In the morning, the suit with dark plaid was dazzled. I don't know how many female employees are in the company. They pulled Wang Daqiao to ask questions.If it weren't for Wang Daqiao's black face and the posture of "don't approach strangers and don't disturb others", maybe how long it would take to go downstairs before returning.Do you still use a special change of clothes to participate in a charity auction?They didn't really go for the auction, Secretary Ai must have made too much of a fuss.

Emily didn't speak, but stood at the door with her high heels on, raised her head and looked at Wang Daqiao, folded her arms on her chest and pursed her lips, with an expression of "what do you think?"

Wang Daqiao looked at Emily, then at the hanger, and then at Emily. After a full 2 ​​minutes, he suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Then, why don't you call me when the boss wakes up... I, I won't go in for now..."

Emily smiled politely and nodded.

Wang Daqiao went out and found a secluded room, closed the door and took out his mobile phone, "Xiao Chengzi, how are you doing, I want to chat with you..."

In the lounge on the 27th floor, Nie Qingyue had just finished "handling official duties", and fell asleep on the bed holding Song Yanhe, who had not healed the old scars but added new ones.The quilt had already been thrown on the ground, Nie Qingyue turned on the air conditioner, and temporarily found a thick quilt from the cupboard to cover the two of them.What computers, glasses, earphones, all of them have already flown to nowhere.

Nie Qingyue slept for more than two hours, until after four o'clock in the afternoon.He had a strange dream. He dreamed that his younger brother Nie Qingfeng had long hair tied behind his head, was wearing a black tunic, and was holding a shiny sword in his arms. As soon as the sword in his hand was unsheathed, it stabbed into the black wind, and then something fell down.

Nie Qingyue woke up immediately.

Song Yanhe felt the muscles tense in his arms and woke up.There was not a single spot in his body that was not sore, and he couldn't help but let out a "hiss—" and said, "It hurts so much."

Nie Qingyue looked down at his sleepy and defenseless appearance, and kissed his eyes.

Nie Qingyue's physical strength was astonishing, coupled with very explicit provocations, until finally Song Yanhe, under the double oppression of his body and spirit, suspected that he had lost his mind.

Song Yanhe turned his head to the side complaining, "You, you are too...that."

"Don't let me kiss you anymore?" Nie Qingyue was dissatisfied. When he was doing it, the old Taoist kept calling his name in his clear voice, and his long legs were tightly wrapped around his waist. In the past, he just kissed, and the old Taoist priests would be awkward, what is this called?

"Where's your computer, what did I say?" Nie Qingyue turned over and rode on him, making a gesture to strike again.

Song Yanhe hurriedly propped himself up with difficulty, felt everything, found the tablet computer under the pillow and hugged it to his chest, "Here, here."

"Hmph, it's late." Nie Qingyue smiled, and threw the quilt covering the two of them off the bed, and Song Yanhe's body covered with hickey marks was completely exposed.

"No, I really can't do it, next time, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired. Oh, speaking of it, you fed me so much breakfast in the morning. You must have made a plan to feed me first, and then let me 'feed' you." Nie Qingyue licked his lips with an evil smile, " 'Next time'? Then I'll let you go, and when you recover, we'll say 'next time'."

Song Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief, but Nie Qingyue's big hand reached out to him again in the next second.

"You, you, why are you here again!"

Nie Qingyue laughed, and picked up Song Yanhe horizontally, "Take you to take a bath." He raised his chin at the tablet computer and signaled, "Put it down, I won't grab yours. I don't care if it gets wet or damaged."

The triangular massage surf bath takes up half the area of ​​the bathroom. Nie Qingyue used to think that it was too troublesome to fill it with water in advance, but today he feels that watching Song Yanhe kneeling in the white bath without water is like a dish in his bowl. The dishes are beautiful and delicious.

It took a while for the water to barely cover Song Yanhe's ankles. Nie Qingyue stepped into the bath, hugged him on his body, and cleaned him gently and meticulously with his legs apart.

Song Yanhe put his arms around Nie Qingyue's neck, looked at Nie Qingyue's starry eyes under his thin bangs, and couldn't help but pecked lightly like him.

Nie Qingyue also wrapped his arms around his waist, kissed him back tenderly, their eyes met, and they both smiled.

Song Yanhe never knew that Nie Qingyue had such a pretty smile, and his eyes were full of affection.

"Emily, ask the restaurant to deliver food, I'm in the office."

Nie Qingyue looked back at Song Yanhe, who was barely neatly dressed. He wore a black dress and white shirt, and a black bow tie, which was very elegant, but his expression was a bit stiff.

"If you don't feel well, don't go at night."

"No, I have to go. I'm just... a little tired. I'll just take a rest, and it's fine." Judging from the aura on Wang Daqiao's body, that fox demon is quite advanced, and Song Yanhe's spiritual power is not yet fully developed. After recovering, he can only fight with that fox demon, the outcome is still unknown, but the fox demon is not afraid of guns, how could he let Nie Qingyue go by himself without worry.

Song Yanhe drew a golden rune in the air, and finally touched Nie Qingyue's heart.

"What is this, a token of love?" Nie Qingyue looked at Song Yanhe leisurely.

"To ward off evil spirits." Song Yanhe pretended to be relaxed.

In the rune just now, he put a part of his only spiritual power into it. If Nie Qingyue met the fox demon alone, at least his life would be safe.

"Mr. Nie, the dishes are here." Emily pushed the door open and entered the room, with the chef behind her pushing a small cart.

"Mr. Nie, boiled broccoli, sour diced burdock, braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, gluten casserole, coral crystal rolls, blueberry and yam puree. This is the staple food, dessert, and fruit. Take your time."

Song Yanhe looked around and asked curiously, "Why are they all vegetarian?" Then he looked up at Nie Qingyue, "Did you order it?"

Nie Qingyue gave the talkative chef a vicious look, "I didn't order it, the meat probably isn't fresh."

Emily winked and led the chef out.

Song Yanhe had been hungry for a long time, no doubt about him, picked up his chopsticks and said "You're welcome," and started eating.Although Song Yanhe didn't say anything about his food, it could be seen from the expression on his face that he was eating deliciously, these simple dishes were well prepared.

"Hey, hey," Nie Qingyue knocked on the table impatiently, "Where are your glasses?"

"Huh?" Song Yanhe put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, and replied, "It should be in the lounge, I can't find the earphones, and I can't run to the door, so I'll look for it later."

After all, he picked up his chopsticks and started reaching for a piece of broccoli.

What's the matter with this old Taoist priest? !

Wouldn't my eyesight be gone if I didn't wear those glasses?

Can't you see that President Nie is sitting on the side without moving a chopstick?Don't know how to pick up some food for him?Where did the old Taoist who obediently waited on him for dinner in the morning go?

Why did this person get out of bed so ruthlessly! ! !

"Is it delicious?" Nie Qingyue's expression was unkind, it didn't sound like a question at all, but a reprimand.

Song Yanhe swallowed the food in his mouth, took a piece of crystal and rolled it onto Nie Qingyue's plate, "Sweet and sour, try it."

Only then did Nie Qingyue calm down a little, picked up the chopsticks and ate it in one bite, and said disgustedly, "What does it taste like?"

Then he waited for Song Yanhe to continue feeding.

Song Yanhe filled a small bowl of rice, ate a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and tasted a small mouthful of blueberry and yam puree, but did not add any more vegetables to Nie Qingyue.

"Hey, did you miss something?" Nie Qingyue finally couldn't help reminding.

He also only ate one breakfast, although he ate quite a lot, but he couldn't hold back the physical exertion at noon, and his stomach was empty at this time, but when he thought of the old Taoist giving him one by one food in the morning, he couldn't bear it. I don't want to move my chopsticks.

Song Yanhe was eating well, and was not annoyed when he was interrupted again. He put down his chopsticks and took a sip of grapefruit juice before saying solemnly, "Didn't you say it's not delicious, so I didn't pick it up for you." Just say yes, If you say no, I'll stop', that's what you said." As he spoke, he blinked at Nie Qingyue with a smile.

"Are you taking what I told you and turning me around?" Nie Qingyue nodded, "Very well, I will remember, don't regret it."

Nie Qingyue feigned anger and snorted coldly, leaned heavily on the sofa, picked up the personnel distribution map sent by Wang Daqiao, and looked at it.

Song Yanhe moved from across the sofa to sit next to Nie Qingyue, scooped up some rice with a spoon, put in some vegetables, and handed it to Nie Qingyue's mouth, "It's time to eat, ah—"

"Don't eat!"

"Let's eat a little."

"If you don't eat it, take it away."

"Eat some."

Song Yanhe blinked with a smile on his peach eyes, "Good boy."

Nie Qingyue suppressed a smile and strained his expression, his heart was so beautiful, he opened his mouth to eat the food that was brought to his mouth.

"If you say it's delicious, I'll feed it to you again. If you don't think it's delicious, I really won't feed you."

"Let's do it." Nie Qingyue didn't speak too harshly. He chewed the food in his mouth twice before swallowing it. His eyes were still on the personnel distribution map, waiting for Song Yanhe to feed it to his mouth again.

Song Yanhe really made persistent efforts, "Then try this bamboo shoot, it's also delicious."

Nie Qingyue ate again with satisfaction, "Well, it's okay."

Song Yanhe understood immediately after hearing this, and fed him several more mouthfuls in succession, softly following Nie Qingyue's hair.

Nie Qingyue ate to his heart's content, and took the spoon from him, "You eat yours, and I'll do it myself."

The two finally sat back at the table and began to eat, and they kept picking up dishes from each other.Song Yanhe met Nie Qingyue's obviously happy but sullen expression, almost laughing so hard that he couldn't hold the dishes steady.

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