Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

After Chen Yang and Nie Qingyue's disturbance, Chen Mu was not interested in the entire auction.After he pocketed the porcelain plate he was looking forward to earlier, his mood did not improve.When he got into the car after the auction, he loosened his tie wearily and let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen Yang knocked on the window, "Brother, what kind of pot do you want, I asked someone to take a picture of it for you, and it will be delivered to your home later."

"Well, go back."

Chen Yang looked around in Chen Mu's car, "Brother, are you alone? Do you want me to ask someone to take you back?"

Nie Qingyue's strength should not be underestimated. Before he left, he left the word "endless", which meant that he had really written down the account with him.Chen Yang had to be more vigilant, if his own brother was also tied up after his cousin, he would really lose face.

Chen Mu waved his hand, "I'll just have a driver to take it back, you're busy with your work."

"Okay, brother, then you should pay attention to yourself."

"Well, let's drive, Lao Zhang, and go home."

Chen Mu's luxury car slowly drove away from Shangri-La.

On the highway, the crimson Ghost still drove unhurriedly.

"Old Zhang, there's no one on the road right now, drive faster, I'm tired." Not only was Chen Mu tired after a day of work, but he was also exhausted by what happened to Nie Qingyue and Song Yanhe.

A strange voice sounded in the quiet carriage: "Are you sure you want to drive faster? This is my first time driving."

"Who are you!" Chen Mu sat up straight in shock, "Where's Lao Zhang? Who are you?"

The driver slowly parked the car on the side of the road and turned the rearview mirror so that Chen Mu could see him.The young man in the mirror was dressed in a white dress, which made his complexion even paler. Looking down, there was a puddle of solidified blood on his chest, which was gorgeous and hideous under the dim streetlights.This is not the driver when he first got in the car!

In the rearview mirror, the young man with Liu eyebrows and almond eyes looked strange, "You like that Taoist priest, I can help you."

"What Taoist priest?" Chen Mu said while looking out the window, considering whether to jump out of the car or call the police.

The young man in white smiled charmingly, "It's Song Yanhe."

"Mr. Song? Who are you? Why do you help me?"

"Tsk, it seems that you admit that you like him. But even if you don't admit it, I can tell at a glance that you like him. If you ask why, it's because I can't get the person I want , is this okay?"

Chen Mu settled down a bit, and asked, "Who are you?"

There was a slight smile on the young man's pale face, and his voice was very leisurely and pleasant, "You can call me Lin Lang."

"what do you want?"

"That jar you photographed today."

"No." Chen Mu flatly refused.

The young man laughed, "You misunderstood, I was 'telling' you that I want the jar, not asking for your opinion. Even if you disagree, after leaving the auction site, no matter who owns the jar, I will It's easy to get it, and besides, it's my thing. What I want to cooperate with you is that you get Song Yanhe, and then, I promise that Song Yanhe will never trouble me again. "

"You misunderstood too. Maybe you do have the ability to get the jar, but Mr. Song is not a thing, there is no such thing as who gets it. And I can't guarantee whether he will do anything to you, you find the wrong people."

Looking at Chen Mu's defensive expression in the rearview mirror, the young man sneered, "You're lying. Your eyes tell me that your heart is moved."

Chen Mu was speechless.

He was really moved.Thinking of the scene where Nie Qingyue hugged Song Yanhe and left today, his desire to hug Song Yanhe was his own impulse, which had almost broken through the principles of life he had established over the past [-] years.

Chen Mu has seen many precious calligraphy and paintings, porcelain and antiques since he was a child, but none of them are as beautiful as Song Yanhe's romantic eyebrows.And he found sadly that Song Yanhe's eyes when he looked at his younger brother were no different from the way he looked at himself, except that his words were more rustic and cold.

He was only interested in Song Yanhe when they met the first few times. After today, especially after Chen Yang reminded him of the relationship between Song Yanhe and Nie Qingyue, he couldn't guarantee that he could keep a sensible distance from Song Yanhe.

Looking at the thinking Chen Mu, the young man smiled triumphantly, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

"You have a lot of time to plan, but now you have to drive me to rest, I'm injured."

"I didn't agree to cooperate with you. How do I know if you will hurt Mr. Song?"

"Okay, then I'll get my little crock back first, and then I'll find someone who can help me get rid of Song Yanhe. This will also ensure that he won't do anything to me again. And your driver, who was caught Where did I leave it? If I don’t go, probably no one else can find it.”

"No!" Chen Mu blurted out without thinking.

"Of course I can." The boy smiled calmly, "And I can do it anytime."

Chen Mu opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, and said to the young man standing beside him with folded arms, "Mr. Lin Lang, is that right? Get in the car."

Lin Lang was not polite to him, and his thin and slender body directly lay down in the car.

Chen Mu started the car, "Where will I take you?"

Lin Lang buried his head inside the seat and replied lazily, "Whatever."

The crimson Gust drove into a secluded neighborhood, and Chen Mu parked the car under a small building surrounded by green trees.

"I can't take you back to Chen's Mansion, you live on the third floor here, okay? I'll ask someone to deliver clothes and money to you tomorrow. Besides," Chen Mu turned his head out of the window, as if insisting on his past Farewell, "If you can really do what you promised and don't hurt Mr. Song, this house is yours. Even if you sell the house in this area, it will cost at least 600 million. I hope you can abide by our agreement."

"Understood." Lin Lang forced himself up and sat up, and opened the car door.

"You haven't got the key yet."

Lin Lang waved his hand and walked to the door of the building, "No need, you can keep it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the door lock made a "click" sound like a key, and it opened automatically.

Lin Lang walked into the door, stretched out half of his body, waved to Chen Mu, and said with a playful smile, "Remember to bring my crock pot tomorrow, it is mine."

Chen Mu had already begun to regret agreeing to Lin Lang's cooperation.

The door of the building with thirteen layers of protective locks was useless to him, and it opened with a light pull. Chen Mu had no doubt that if he didn't bring the crock pot tomorrow, the crock pot would also disappear.Everything about him seemed transparent to Lin Lang, and Lin Lang expressed what he dared not admit without effort, but he knew nothing about Lin Lang's identity and ability, this was an unequal In the cooperation, the two sides stood in an unequal position from the very beginning, and he, Chen Mu, seemed to be the weaker side, which meant that he took a greater risk in this cooperation.

The wound and blood on Lin Lang's chest are enough to prove that he is dangerous. Cooperating with such a person, no, it can no longer be called cooperation. Lin Lang obviously sees through and is using his fascination with Song Yanhe to achieve what he wants. the goal of.

Chen Mu thought, this is too risky and too dangerous.He didn't even know Lin Lang's real purpose, he had a hundred reasons to reject this proposal.

But... Chen Mu slowly lay down on the steering wheel.

If it's for Mr. Song, what's the point of taking the risk once?

"Dong dong dong dong", a rush of knocking on the glass sounded in Chen Mu's ears.

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?" Lin Lang found a set of pajamas in Chen Mu's size from the cabinet. The cuffs and trousers were rolled up and down, revealing his white and slender wrists and ankles. slippers.

"I'm a little dizzy, I took a rest. What's the matter?"

"I found some money from your pocket, is this enough for food?" Lin Lang shook the two hundred-yuan bills in his hand.

"Eating supper should be enough."

Lin Lang opened the car door and sat on the passenger seat, "Then why don't you take me out for dinner? I had a fight with that smelly Taoist priest, and I'm tired and hungry."

"You fought with Mr. Song? When did it happen?" Chen Mu became nervous.Ever since Nie Qingyue took Song Yanhe away, he never saw Song Yanhe again. He was still a little unconscious when he left, how could he fight?

"Hey, I saw you were surprised. Probably before the auction started, I didn't hit him personally, but slapped his soul. Hurry up and drive, I'm starving to death."

Chen Mu had no choice but to be the driver again, and drove the car to the bustling neighborhood with neon lights on, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, just don't eat chicken." Lin Lang looked out the window, he could barely recognize which signs were restaurants, his eyes were full of excitement, and he muttered, "I'm not the kind who likes to eat chicken The ordinary fox demon..."

Chen Mu took him to a beautifully decorated Cantonese-style tea restaurant. It was already late, and there were only couples in twos and threes who ordered drinks and desserts and sat in the corner whispering.

Chen Mu looked at the thin Lin Lang a few times, and ordered two meat and two vegetables casually.

After the dishes were served, Lin Lang tasted them one by one and spit them out, "What kind of crap is this? It's not as good as chicken! You just eat these things?!"

He waved, "Boss, bring me the menu again! This, this... and this, all here!"

Lin Lang ordered seven or eight dishes in one go, and after they were served in exquisite small steamers, he said while eating, "Phew, the chicken is still delicious!"

Chen Mu calmly looked at the way Mr. Lin Lang, who had said he would not eat chicken ten minutes ago, was gnawing on the chicken feet, and suddenly felt that if he asked Lin Lang what the agreement between them was now, Lin Lang would not agree. It must be able to repeat the original words.

It seems that working with him...is not so scary.

Lin Lang rolled up his sleeves again, and directly picked up a piece of chicken bone with his hands, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and asked Chen Mu, "Have you brought any money?"

"Ok?"

"Well, I mean, do you have any money?"

Chen Mu didn't understand, so he nodded and said, "I brought it, you can buy whatever you need."

Lin Lang wiped his mouth, "Boss, give me another copy of these, pack them up and take them away!"

Chen Mu actually planned to leave him in the restaurant at the beginning, he was really too tired today.But out of businessman's habits, he couldn't give up such an opportunity to get to know his opponent, so he stayed with Lin Lang after eating, and then drove him back.

On the way, Lin Lang held the packed lunch box and smelled it again and again, and finally couldn't help but opened a lunch box and grabbed the chicken nuggets inside to eat.

There was a smell of fried chicken in the car, Chen Mu turned his head to look at Lin Lang's greasy hand before the traffic light, and reminded, "There must be a toothpick next to it."

"I see, but it tastes better with your hands." Unmoved, Lin Lang grabbed another piece and put it in his mouth, "Damn it, it's so delicious!"

For a moment, Chen Mu thought of Nie Qingyue's bodyguard, Wang Daqiao, who was inseparable from each other. He was tall and mighty. It was said that he was a special soldier. He could fight ten of them, and Nie Qingyue's omnipotent secretary, Emily, was said to have graduated from Oxford with a double degree. Proficient in more than three foreign languages, as well as countless outstanding talents in the industry under the Nie Group... Looking back at Lin Lang, who was obsessed with eating chicken, Chen Mu felt that he probably thought too far before thinking about whether Lin Lang would hurt Song Yanhe up.

The truth tonight should be that this chicken-eating kid had some friction with Mr. Song for some reason, and was slapped lightly by Mr. Song so that he vomited blood all over his body, and maybe he was chased for several streets. When I was in his car, I just said a few words and just won his trust, so I just ate and stayed.

Chen Mu felt that he was obliged to help Mr. Song watch over this little liar, lest he do some tricks.

When the car drove downstairs, Lin Lang jumped out of the car with a big and small packing box, waved his hands and smiled happily, "Don't worry, I never eat other people's chickens for free, leave your business to me!"

Chen Mu's handsome face was full of melancholy and sadness, he nodded, feeling even more tired.