Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Wang Daqiao's slap was like a bear, and Ding Cheng slapped his head again. Hissing, he rubbed the back of his head and asked, "Brother Qiao, what should we do now? Boss' tone..."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanhe's nerves suddenly tightened—what?Why is Nie Qingyue so breathless!He has the technique of changing the palace and changing feathers, but he is still injured?Oops, palace shifting and feather changing technique can only resist spiritual attacks. Could it be that there is something wrong with the gun?

With a thought in his mind, Song Yanhe immediately entered Nie Qingyue's ward through the wall.

"If you can't do it, you can do it in the dark, if you can't do it in the dark, you can do it in the light, if you can't do anything, what do I want you to do, get out!" The person on the bed was not sick at all, and he was talking on the phone in a full-fledged manner.

Song Yanhe: "..." This doesn't look like a person with only one breath left.

Ding Cheng was still worried outside the door, "If the boss doesn't let him go, I'll be beaten again later. Brother Qiao, think of a way first, I'll go downstairs to the pharmacy and prescribe some medicinal wine."

Nie Qingyue was lying on the bed, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and resting the back of the other hand on his forehead. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could guess that there would be no gentle expression.

"What happened to me, I want Chen Mu to suffer it too! Before the market opens tomorrow, let me sell Baixun's stock price. Chen Yang has a few places that sell drugs on a regular basis, and I will move them tonight. His family You don’t have to worry about stores, factories, and hospitals. I have my own arrangements. Isn’t it hard to start? When his wall collapses and his house collapses and his reputation is ruined, his old man will pass by in one go. I’ll see who else will protect him!”

... Song Yanhe frowned in worry.The fire he set at the gate of the city didn't even count that "Pond Fish" You Fei was affected, now Chen Mu is also involved.If the final outcome was as Nie Qingyue said, wouldn't it be difficult for him to feel at ease in his life?

"The money is all mine. I haven't worried about it yet. Why are they bothering? Just do as I say. No matter how much it costs, I don't care what method you use!"

Nie Qingyue's arbitrariness has always been the same in the Nie family. Although being a hands-off shopkeeper usually doesn't care about anything, just attending a morning meeting on a whim can make everyone in the building explode for half a year.And he just wanted to do what he said, and he had no shame in listening to the government behind the curtain, and he walked back to the office with a straight back after the meeting—the entire Nie family was solely owned by him, who can say What?

If he says "whatever it costs," it really doesn't matter how much it costs.Once the Nie family and Baixun confront each other, both sides will suffer. In this way, how many employees of both sides will lose their jobs and lose their insurance?How many families suffered as a result?Winter is coming soon, should these people be told to drink the northwest wind?

Song Yanhe didn't expect that his first slip would become an eternal hatred. Now it's not enough to wash Nie Qingyue's brains alone, he must put this matter out of order.

After deliberating over and over again, Song Yanhe considered that he still couldn't show up directly—if Nie Qingyue saw an extra person in the room out of thin air, he would be frightened out of nowhere, and his subordinates would blame Chen Mu for this. Is good?Appearing from the corridor and then walking out, the people in the corridor are frightened, which is even more serious.

Song Yanhe decided to walk in again from outside the hospital.

After autumn, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer, and it is already dark outside. The central air conditioner in the hospital is blowing warm air, while the "central air conditioner" outside is blowing cold wind.As soon as Song Yanhe arrived at the corner outside the hospital door, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, the capillaries suddenly contracted in the cold, his nose was itchy, and he sneezed suddenly.

"Ah - sneeze!"

The moment he covered his face with his hands, Song Yanhe didn't notice at all that there was a man carrying medicinal wine at the gate of the inpatient building, throwing a cigarette butt and running in.

Ding Cheng scrambled out of the elevator, danced incoherently and gestured to Wang Daqiao for a long time, "Brother Qiao, help, help! Here we come... Hurry up, boss, boss!"

Wang Daqiao's expression froze, and he pressed his hand on his waist, "What's going on? Who's here?"

Nie Qingyue's enemies, big and small, are everywhere. Usually, Dr. Wu visits the doctor or goes to a private clinic. This public hospital is densely populated with fish and dragons. Wang Daqiao's first reaction was that someone would come here to harm Nie Qingyue.

Before he had time to explain to one more person, Ding Cheng rushed straight into the ward, swallowed a mouthful of foam, "Boss! Quick, quick, quick!" Saying this, he was about to pull Nie Qingyue out of bed.

"Speak well!" Nie Qingyue slapped his paws away and got off the bed, standing straighter than him, "Get to the point!"

Ding Cheng took a deep breath, "Boss, hurry downstairs, Mr. Song is downstairs!"

"Song Yanhe is in the hospital?" Nie Qingyue's heart jumped out of his throat, and he grabbed Ding Cheng's arm, "You said Song Yanhe was in the hospital? Where is it? Did you see it clearly?"

"See it clearly, it's at the door." Ding Cheng wiped off his sweat, how dare he talk nonsense about such things?

At this time, Wang Daqiao's walkie-talkie rang with a beep, "Brother Qiao."

Wang Daqiao took off the walkie-talkie, "I'm here, tell me."

"Brother Qiao, I saw someone downstairs. It seems to be Mr. Song. He got on the No. 1 elevator."

Ding Cheng said, "Boss, I'm not mistaken, how about we meet at the door?"

Welcome him?

Is Song Yanhe here to see him?Nie Qingyue could even hear the sound of "ding dong", door opening and closing from the elevator half a floor away. Song Yanhe was in one of the elevators, getting closer and closer to him, and maybe getting closer and closer to him. Far……

More than anyone else, he wanted to rush out and hug Song Yanhe, but when he thought of the despair that he couldn't find when he just woke up, he was a little scared again.

Song Yanhe is different from the people who have been "good" with him before.

Financial resources, power, technology, connections...these resources are as vast as the stars in the enviable Nie Group he sits on, but there is no bargaining chip that can control Song Yanhe, and he doesn't even know what to use to make him stay around.These few disappearances, except for one time when the positioning system showed up and let him find him from Chen Mu's box, at other times, if Song Yanhe hadn't walked under his nose, he would really have to run around in frustration.

If there is any bargaining chip, maybe he is the only one - Nie Qingyue decided to take a gamble, even if this is another new stab in his heart.

When Song Yanhe got out of the elevator, he was quite surprised to find that the bodyguards in the corridor and the two door gods at the door were gone.He stood still in front of the door of Nie Qingyue's ward, hesitating with his hand on the doorknob.

What do you say when you go in?Confession and forgiveness?I said that Yu Fei was impersonated by me before, where is he now, you can go to him, anyway, you will be fine, I have nothing to do with it, we are cleared up, don't go to Chen Mu The troubles cost people money? ... When Nie Qingyue woke up and found that the person next to his pillow was an impostor, what would he think of him?

Nie Qingyue will definitely ask you why you did this. Do you want him to say that I have been locked up by myself, but when I see you, I am dizzy and can't help it?That's the way it is, but for him to say that...it's better to let him die together.

Threats and lures to make him take back his life?If you dare to do whatever you want, I will do whatever you want. At that time, don’t even think about doing anything. The people under your hands and this stall will have to do whatever they want... Song Yanhe hasn’t watched many TV dramas , Let him go in and say such a bullying sentence, he really doesn't know how to say it like that.

Or tell him, I remember it, you didn't ask someone to do that report, I know now, then we...

Song Yanhe's hand dropped down.

The most difficult thing to face was not Nie Qingyue, but his heart that was already filled with others.

If it wasn't for that lab report, they might still be together now.At the beginning when Nie Qingyue wanted to explain to him, he refused to listen, but now... how can he have the right to blame Nie Qingyue for empathy.

The time has passed and the environment has changed, so what are you talking about.In fact, even if Nie Qingyue didn't talk to Nie Qingyue about these matters, with him and Lin Lang watching over Chen Mu, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with it.

In fact, if you want to erase a memory of a person, it is more convenient when he is sleeping.

In fact, the purpose of coming back this time was just to give myself an excuse to say a few more words to him.

Gently twirling his fingers, his palms were covered with sweat.Since practicing swords, a layer of calluses of uneven thickness has already formed in the palms, and he has not sweated like this for many years.

There was no one in the corridor, and there was no nurse at the nurse station. The elevator stopped on this floor several times and no one came down.Song Yanhe listened intently, the ward was as quiet as if there was no one there, only the beeping sound from an instrument somewhere, and the faint smell of disinfectant urged him to make a quick decision

Didi, what do you say when you go in?

Didi, if you don't go to Wang Daqiao, they will come back.

Is Nie Qingyue already asleep?But even if the others left, how could Wang Daqiao and Ding Cheng not be here to guard it?

Song Yanhe hadn't figured out how to face Nie Qingyue yet, but he was also worried, and was in a dilemma for a while.Simply poke a ray of spiritual consciousness into the room to check.The spiritual power was silent, colorless and invisible, and sneaked into the room. When Song Yanhe found out the scene in the ward, he was shocked, and immediately opened the door and entered.

"Nie Qingyue!" Song Yanhe rushed to the bed and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

I saw Nie Qingyue lying motionless on the bed with several medical instruments connected to his whole body.

Song Yanhe couldn't figure out how Nie Qingyue became what he is now in the time since he went down the stairs for at most 10 to [-] minutes, unless he took the time to jump down the stairs just now, or...

The heart rate sensor made a long beep in coordination, "Di——"

Nie Qingyue opened his eyes "weakly", his lips moved, his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it, "Is that you..."

Song Yanhe: "...You?"

"I'm not... dreaming... am I... dying..."

Song Yanhe: "..." He lowered his head and glanced at the place where the lead electrodes were randomly connected—this was clearly the sound of an error from the instrument.

No matter how much Ren Song Yanhe cared, he would be confused, but now he can see clearly, put two fingers on Nie Qingyue's pulse, and said softly, "I can't die."

"Ah, is it?" Nie Qingyue sat up when he saw that the plan was not going to work, and grabbed his palm with his backhand, his eyes were so burning that it had nothing to do with dying, "Song Yanhe, you... have you eaten yet? Is it so cold?"

"Not hungry, not cold." Song Yanhe wanted to pull out his hand but was a bit reluctant, so he pulled out twice symbolically but failed, so he simply gave up.Looking down at the intubation tube that fell off the bed as soon as he sat up, he asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"If I hadn't been admitted to the hospital, would you still have come to see me?" Nie Qingyue asked without answering, his eyes swept over every inch of his face, as if he wanted to make up for what he had missed these days.

Song Yanhe wondered, "How did you know I was coming?"

"Of course I don't know!" Nie Qingyue denied it solemnly.

... I don't know that he is coming, so who is this fake show for?

There is something soft and clogged in my heart, the blood is not flowing smoothly, maybe it is still a little sour.

Song Yanhe asked reluctantly, "Then, where did you get hurt?"

"I didn't get hurt anywhere, I just fell and fainted for a while." Seeing that Song Yanhe was wearing thin clothes, Nie Qingyue tried to pull him closer but failed, so he leaned over by himself, and the two sat side by side by the bed.

Unsure whether Nie Qingyue still remembered what happened in the afternoon, Song Yanhe tentatively asked, "It's alright, why did you fall?"

Nie Qingyue squinted slightly at Song Yanhe, smiled suddenly, and said, "I don't remember."

"Don't you remember anything?" Song Yanhe pointed fingers in his heart, "Don't you remember anything?"

"Well, I don't remember. It seems that when I was dreaming, I saw someone shoot..."

Before the words fell, with a loud bang, the glass window shattered all over the floor.