Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

A few days later, Nie Qingyue wanted to redecorate the house for no reason, and when he mentioned it to Song Yanhe, he had already had several design drawings made.

"Look, which one looks better?"

"Isn't it good now? Why redecorate?"

"Because..." Nie Qingyue thought for a moment, then replied solemnly, "I want to reinstall, so I will."

This reason is really Nie Qingyue's answer, Song Yanhe could only nod his head, "Then you must already have an idea, just pick the one you like."

Nie Qingyue insisted on asking him to come and take a look, "This is where we live, and you have to like it. I'll see for myself. Come here and see which style you like?"

Song Yanhe was helpless, what could he do after seeing it?He's not You Fei, so what's the use of liking him.How long can he live here, maybe a few months, maybe a few weeks. Such a big house has more than 2 square meters including the garden. Fei changed his mind and wanted to come back?

Then it occurred to him that he had done such absurd thing on the spur of the moment, and he still hadn't figured out how to deal with the aftermath, and immediately lost his mind to look at those 3DMAX design drawings.

Song Yanhe pretended to be worried, and didn't have much good looks on his face. He waved his hand and said, "No need, just look."

"What do you mean!" Nie Qingyue closed the laptop with a slam, his face hurt, "Aren't you willing to live with me?"

"No, no, no." I really don't know when Nie Qingyue became such a glass heart with seven orifices, Song Yanhe hastily added, "In fact, I like whatever you like, so there is nothing to choose."

"Really?" Nie Qingyue asked again with an expression like a child who got candy, "Really? Talk!"

Song Yanhe asked himself, and what Nie Qingyue gave him, whether it was food, drink, clothes, or physical satisfaction, was indeed right for him, even beyond his imagination.

"Really, I like them all."

"what about me?"

Song Yanhe smiled, his face was a little hot, and said, "I like it too."

Nie Qingyue happily pulled him over, "Then I'll make the decision, how about this set? Chinese style, all mahogany."

"It's up to you to decide." Song Yanhe looked at the screen, dragged the mouse to change the angle of view, "It's pretty good, but why isn't there a mirror?"

"Hey, well, Fengshui doesn't say that there should be no mirrors in the bedroom. Since it is decorated in Chinese style, it must follow the Chinese style, which is different from the European style. It is enough to have a mirror in the cloakroom. It’s not that women still need to put on makeup, so why keep so many mirrors.”

Song Yanhe wanted to say that it is not impossible to put mirrors in the bedroom, but after thinking about it, it is better to forget it, and it is not really his bedroom, so why should he worry about it.

Nie Qingyue took the mouse and chose another room, put his arms around Song Yanhe's waist, and said, "Look at this sofa, even if you pile up the cushions on it, it's quite soft."

"Ahem." How could Song Yanhe not hear the overtones?With a dry cough, he changed the topic, "Where do we live during the renovation?"

Nie Qingyue didn't take it seriously, "There are so many hotels under the company, whichever one you want to stay in."

"Okay, then I..."

"No!" Nie Qingyue suddenly dropped the mouse, which scared Song Yanhe into a shudder.

"what happened?"

"Well... It's not interesting to stay in a hotel all the time. I remember there is a house near the company. Let's live there. Just the two of us, okay? Don't bring anyone else, I'll just take care of you."

"You take care of me?" Song Yanhe said with a dumbfounded smile as if listening to a book from heaven, "Are you going to wash and cook for me?"

"...I remember that the apartment has kitchens and balconies. If you want to see it, you can try it too."

"I'm just talking..."

Nie Qingyue has already pressed the call button on the table, "Emily, ask someone to clean up the apartment in Jinzhou, Xiangbao Road, I'm going to move there for a while."

"Okay, Mr. Nie. When do you need it?"

"Just today."

Nie Qingyue asked the housekeeper to pack up some of the family's clothes and send them over first, and then took Song Yanhe to a large supermarket in a serious manner, throwing a cart full of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, as if he knew what to buy.

Song Yanhe picked up two of the jars and asked, "These two jars are full of salt. We don't live too long, so we don't need to buy so much. Didn't you say that the place is not big? Can you let it go?"

"The pink one is salt?" Nie Qingyue took a look at the bottle, "It's really salt. I thought it was sugar. I thought you like sweet things, so I can make you some sweets."

Song Yanhe was a little worried, pursed his lips and asked, "What sweets do you make?"

The aunts and uncles passing by turned their heads to peek at the two tall and handsome men. The two stood between the shelves of the supermarket and stared at each other for more than ten seconds without speaking.

Under the eyes of Song Yanhe's sincere inquiry, Nie Qingyue answered with difficulty, "Cold tomatoes, do you want to eat?"

puff.

"Eat, eat, eat," Song Yanhe smiled happily while supporting the cart, nodded repeatedly, "I will eat whatever you want."

Nie Qingyue was a little embarrassed at first, but now he was infected by his smile. He poked his elbow at his side, "What are you laughing at, are you laughing at me? Hmm? You rebelled, how dare you laugh at me?"

Song Yanhe just smiled and looked at him, the more he looked at him, the more beautiful he felt.

"Let's go, go buy tomatoes, and I'll give you a cold salad when I get home." Nie Qingyue pushed him, and said, "I can learn to cook what you like, as long as you don't want to eat a full banquet, it's not too difficult .”

Song Yanhe stopped in his tracks and looked back at him, inexplicably feeling hot in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Nie Qingyue cupped his face in one hand, "If you want to eat a full banquet, brother will make it for you, okay?"

Eye sockets are getting hotter.

Song Yanhe lowered his head and didn't speak, wiped away the tears that didn't know where they came from with the back of his hand before they slipped down, and took a few deep breaths.

Regardless of the people coming and going around, Nie Qingyue pulled him into his arms and patted his back lightly.

"Baby, don't cry. My heart breaks when you cry. What's wrong, tell me."

Wang Daqiao and Ding Cheng were dressed in casual clothes, and they were following around at a distance. Seeing this, they brought two brothers to block the north and south entrances of this row of shelves. The aura exuded by the few people was so frightening that the elders and aunts who wanted to buy soy sauce and vinegar did not dare to approach them. Occasionally, if there was a wink and wanted to squeeze in, Wang Daqiao stood directly opposite him and stared straight at them. His swarthy face "This road is blocked" is written all over it.

People stopped him, but Wang Daqiao felt a little boring. When did he start to scare people with his face?Looking back at his boss and You Fei hugging there, and thinking of Mr. Song whose whereabouts are still unknown, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.In the past, when the boss asked if there was any news about Mr. Song, he had to ask several times. Now that he mentioned it again, sometimes he was waved out before he finished speaking. Maybe after a while, he would not even need to send someone to find found.

He saw with his own eyes how the boss met You Fei. At the beginning, it was because he mistook him for Mr. Song. Could it be that the boss now regards him as a substitute?A person with Mr. Song's ability can naturally live well no matter where he is, and he doesn't need to worry about it. In this way, having You Fei by his side, as long as the boss is happy, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Nie Qingyue wrapped Song Yanhe in his arms and shook him lightly, "Look at you, I haven't done anything yet, I have moved you like this with a few words, how easy it is for you to be deceived when you go out Ah, how can I worry about you. Why don’t you just follow me all the time, huh? No one can bully you, okay baby, I’ll mix tomatoes for you every day.”

With a tone like coaxing a child, he whispered softly in his ear.

Song Yanhe chuckled, and rubbed Nie Qingyue's shoulder, "Isn't it a full banquet?"

He never thought that words like laughing through tears could happen to him, but Nie Qingyue's words easily soothed his emotions, and this indescribable feeling made him very greedy.

"Okay, the whole feast. Don't talk about the whole feast, you can eat me if you want. Today, let's start with ginseng and antler black-bone chicken soup. It's cold, and it's cold."

Song Yanhe's nose was still slightly red, and he lowered his eyes and smiled, "Ginseng? Deer antler? You don't want to sleep at night?"

"Then don't sleep! Go, go home, I'll do it for you."

The apartment is near the Nie's Group. It is a prime location in S City. It is much smaller than Nie's house, but it is spacious enough for two people to live in.The two changed into casual clothes sent by the housekeeper. It really felt like living in such an apartment.

Song Yanhe was stunned when he entered the bathroom, "Why is there no mirror on this wall?"

Nie Qingyue carefully inspected the wall, and said thoughtfully, "Yes, why is there no mirror? I know, it must be that no one has lived here for a long time, and the previous one was broken and I haven't had time to replace it. They'll settle down."

After entering the kitchen, Song Yanhe took out the bottles, cans, and ingredients from his vest bag, and couldn't help laughing at the incomprehensible instructions above.He doesn't know anything about cooking, should we be more on guard lest Nie Qingyue blow up the kitchen later?

Nie Qingyue was fiddling with the cooking utensils, and when he saw him smiling, he moved closer, "What are you laughing at, tell me, it makes me happy too."

Song Yanhe didn't want to hit him, so he said, "I'm laughing at you for not buying tomatoes."

"Impossible, I definitely took it." Nie Qingyue rummaged through the bag for a while, "Look, isn't this?"

Then, he took out one from the bag and washed it, and put it in Song Yanhe's hand, "Okay, you go out and sit and watch TV, I'm going to start the operation."

The kitchen was a closed one, and Song Yanhe leaned against the door and ate tomatoes while watching Nie Qingyue make soup for him.Everything is ready-made, even the pot is smart, he just washes and cuts the ingredients, scalds them with hot water and pours them in, and he’s done. But just like this, Song Yanhe felt that his heart was full .

Nie Qingyue mixed a few cold dishes with meat and vegetables and put them there, then took out a bag of pine nuts from the supermarket bag, carefully peeled the shells and sent them to Song Yanhe's mouth one by one, watching TV with him.

After waiting for almost two hours, the beep of "Didi" came from the kitchen.

Nie Qingyue stood up from the sofa at once and went to serve the soup. After putting a thin, almost translucent bone china bowl on the table, he blew on his fingertips and said, "It's a bit hot, let it dry out before drinking."

How could the soup, which was still boiling and tumbling a second ago, be "a little" hot just after it was brought out of the pot?Song Yanhe walked over, pinched his fingertips and shook them lightly.

Suddenly thinking that he is You Fei now, he blew on his fingertips instead, "Don't be so anxious, it's burning."

As far as the heart goes, the spiritual power can be freely retracted, but just now with his grip, the cool spiritual power has already flowed into Nie Qingyue's fingertips, and the hot and painful part suddenly felt cool.Nie Qingyue is neither dumb nor stupid, how could he not feel it?But he only said, "It's okay, it's not burning."

Just pretend you don't know anything.

Nie Qingyue picked up the spoon and stirred gently, half-jokingly said, "I'll try the poison first."

"Where did the poison come from?" Song Yanhe took the spoon and blew on it, then tasted it, "How much ginseng did you put?"

Nie Qingyue took it for granted, "I put one in. We have a lot of ginseng here, so eat whatever you want. How does it taste? I have basically never cooked before, so this is the first time I have stewed soup."

First stew.

Song Yanhe swallowed the hot soup in his mouth, "Is there no salt?"

Isn't it a fully automatic pot?Why put salt!Why is it not written in the description!

Nie Qingyue's face was a bit ugly, "Then stop drinking, let's go out to eat today."

Song Yanhe didn't care that the soup was still hot, he took a small bowl and drank it directly, put down the bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "It's good to have a light meal at night."