Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

Although the sweet words are pleasant to hear, it is unbelievable to always bombard them with such a high density.

"Oh, really." Song Yanhe answered him indiscriminately, crushing the magic talisman in his hand with a sad face, and the golden powder fell all over the ground.

Even a five-year-old child of the Wuliangshan sect can use this peace talisman. Under the suppression of his cultivation, he has never heard of himself awakening.His majestic head of the Wuliang generation personally took action, and the curse was broken by Nie Qingyue's "special thinking", which made him have to admit that there might indeed be some problems with his recent spells.

Nie Qingyue raised his chin and nodded, "Go get me some clothes. It's in the cabinet by the door. Let's sit and talk for a while."

"You don't eat, you don't sleep, what are you talking about in the middle of the night?" Song Yanhe said, but he obediently went to the cabinet to find clothes for him, "You have suffered such a serious injury, you should take a good rest, put on your clothes and go to sleep .”

Nie Qingyue took the clothes and put them on, looked at the things in his hand, and asked, "Is this my mobile phone?"

Song Yanhe trembled and almost threw it out, "Yes, yes."

Nie Qingyue took the phone, his expression was not as relaxed as before, he didn't even look at him, just stared at him without speaking.

It was Song Yanhe who couldn't bear his silent condemning gaze, and turned himself in first, "I read your message just now."

"And you replied, didn't you?"

"...I think you may need to think about it again. After all, it is not a trivial matter. The suppression of Baixun has a great impact on the Nie family. You should always consider how the people under you will live. The management company has sent a budget , this set of actions will at least reduce the company's assets by more than 10%, and may lay off thousands of employees in the short term. In addition, the group is currently working on so many front-line projects. Once the capital chain is broken, those projects will become bottomless pits. Every day of delay is costly."

Seeing that Nie Qingyue was indifferent, he continued to lobbied, "One hair will move the whole body. Baixun is not a new company for a day or two. Behind it is the support of countless government departments. If you want to move its foundation, it must be intentional." Even those behind the forces are shaken together, and once everything involves politics, it will be even more difficult to end well..."

"Song Yanhe." Nie Qingyue interrupted him, and said slowly, "When you are thinking about others, do you know who I am thinking about? Do you know why I am doing this?"

"I am not very sure."

"You don't even know why I do these things, so you just say I did it wrong." Nie Qingyue said with a pained expression on his face, "Since when did you start to dislike me so much?"

He continued to ask, "Tell me first, are you thinking about the company and employees, or Chen Mu?"

"...all of them. You, the company, the employees, Chen Mu, and the employees under Chen Mu."

"It's a good thing you put me first." Nie Qingyue retreated into the quilt on the hospital bed, lay down with his back to Song Yanhe, and said in a muffled voice, "I really don't know if you are brainless or heartless."

The Nie family has always been Nie Qingyue's voice. If it were someone else who blatantly disobeyed his decision-making, Nie Qingyue would have already called out all the means and harsh words.When he turned his back like this, Song Yanhe was a little at a loss.

At present, the jobs of the stakeholders of the two companies are probably saved, but with Nie Qingyue being so unhappy, Song Yanhe began to question his own judgment.He considered it from everyone's point of view, but he didn't think on Nie Qingyue's side.

He walked a few steps forward to the side of the bed, patted him on the shoulder, "Sorry."

Nie Qingyue moved his shoulders, as if to shake his hands off.

The guilt in Song Yanhe's heart increased a bit, and he couldn't help sighing secretly, did he come to brainwash Nie Qingyue, or to be brainwashed by Nie Qingyue?

Song Yanhe walked around to him again, "Are you angry?"

Nie Qingyue turned around wrapped in the quilt, turned his back to him, and turned his face into the pillow.

This action is so naive as to go back more than 20 years.

Song Yanhe coughed lowly, "If you don't want to see me, I won't bother you. I'll leave now."

"Stop!" Nie Qingyue lifted the quilt and sat up, "I have no sincerity in apologizing, and I will leave without answering your words. Is this also called an apology?"

Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to him, Song Yanhe hurriedly said, "Then how can you be sincere? I would like to hear more about it."

"First, no matter what I say or do, you can't go."

"Okay, I won't go." Even though Song Yanhe was about to sign the treaty of land cession and compensation, it was still acceptable to lose this bit of personal freedom.

Nie Qingyue added, "You can go wherever I go, and you can't go anywhere else."

It seemed a bit unequal, but Song Yanhe simply agreed, "Okay. What else?"

Nie Qingyue stared at him for a few seconds.The vested interest is obviously himself, but at the moment he looked as if he had lost everything, and said in a low voice, "It's gone. If you agree to this, I won't be angry."

"Okay, I won't go, I'll go wherever you go." Song Yanhe sat down beside his bed, "I'll peel you an apple to apologize."

Nie Qingyue said in distaste, "You came to visit the doctor empty-handed, and you even cut my apples to make amends for breaking my business. You took advantage of all the advantages."

Seeing that he opened his mouth and started to be unforgiving again, Song Yanhe felt relieved, and softly flattered him, "Otherwise, if I cut a few more, do you think I can take the blame?"

With his fingers, he took a small fruit knife without using a peeler, peeled an apple out in two or three strokes, cut off another piece, and carved it into a simple rabbit shape, "This is you .”

"Am I a rabbit?" Nie Qingyue took it over and took a closer look, frowning, "I'm not a lion, at least I should be a tiger, right? Are you the only one who can engrave this? Don't fool me."

"You were like a rabbit just now." Song Yanhe carved another one and handed it to him, "It's still a white rabbit."

"What do you mean?" Nie Qingyue asked with narrowed eyes.

Song Yanhe put the third and fourth ones in his hand and arranged them in a row, and said in a distressed soft voice, "The eyes are all red."

"I was sleepy." Nie Qingyue squeezed one by one, crunching and eating a row of rabbits.

Song Yanhe laughed out loud, "Don't sleep even if you know you're sleepy? Don't worry, I won't leave, go to sleep."

The old Taoist priest is finally close to him again, he is still his original appearance, he can talk and laugh, and he can be hugged in his arms as soon as he stretches out his hand.Nie Qingyue couldn't wait to return everything to the way it was before, how could he sleep?

"Don't sleep anymore." Nie Qingyue rolled over and got out of bed, changed his clothes, put his arms around Song Yanhe's shoulders, "Let's go, let's go home."

"Oh." Song Yanhe had just betrayed his sovereignty and could only do as he was told.

Nie Qingyue stopped, frowned and looked back at him.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Yanhe was puzzled, and looked back, "Did you drop something?"

Nie Qingyue pretended to raise his eyebrows and smiled, "You lost your tail."

Song Yanhe really turned around and lifted the hem of his windbreaker.

Lin Lang bought the clothes for him. It was a military-style canvas windbreaker. The big stand-up collar blocked his view. He thought that some buttons and lanyards were missing from the back.

"No, I didn't drop anything."

Nie Qingyue snorted coldly, put his arms around his shoulders, and hung his whole weight on him, "Help me back to the palace."

Song Yanhe seemed to have an impression of this sentence in the few TV dramas he watched, so he answered, "Cha."

The emperor, Longyan Dayue, took advantage of Song Yanhe's unpreparedness, and kissed Song Yanhe hard on the face with a "slap".

After getting into the car, Ding Cheng rubbed his face in confusion, and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"

"Gu Kai Garden." Nie Qingyue leaned on Song Yanhe's body, "My concubine, let's go to your place tonight."

Song Yanhe froze, "How do you know I live there?"

"Cough, cough, cough," Nie Qingyue coughed forcefully, "Guess. If you don't live in Lin Lang, you don't have a place to live, right?"

Song Yanhe nodded, thought for a few seconds, and asked, "How do you know that Lin Lang is there?"

"Guess." Nie Qingyue waved his hand and forcibly changed the subject, "Ding Cheng, stop in front. Wang Daqiao, go to that store to buy something to take away."

Lin Lang was lying on the sofa in the living room with the big fox pillow in his arms, and was going to ask Song Yanhe the first time he came back, but he didn't expect to wait and wait, but fell asleep by himself.In the dimness, I heard the sound of the heavy anti-theft iron door downstairs opening, and there was a faint smell of food.Like small wontons or something?

This Song Yanhe finally had a wink, knowing to bribe him with some food.Wonton, it’s a bit bland and vegetarian, but he’s not such a picky fox...

After waiting for a while, the sound of going upstairs stopped, followed by the sound of "Didi Didi" entering the password, and then a door opened with a "click" - Nie Qingyue is here?

Lin Lang sat up in a jerk, and leaned on the door with pointed ears to listen.

"Be careful, find a bowl and I'll pour it."

Isn't this fucking Song Yanhe?

"Where is the bowl? I really don't know."

Damn, these two guys are back together again!

Lin Lang was so angry that he had served Song Yanhe's phantom in this "delicious and delicious" place for several months, but Song Yanhe himself swaggered to Nie Qingyue and threw him into the can without explanation during the day. Brazenly eating downstairs from him, the most outrageous thing is that he didn't honor him first!

Lin Lang rushed downstairs angrily, before knocking on the door, Song Yanhe opened it first, "Lin Lang, are you still asleep?"

"Song Yanhe, you..." Before Lin Lang opened his mouth to denounce, he was blocked by Song Yanhe's steamed stuffed bun, "Bah, I'm not a vegetarian!"

"This one has meat too!" Song Yanhe winked at him vigorously.

"It's not about Baozi!"

Song Yanhe pushed him up the stairs and said, "It's too late, let's go back and talk about it, so as not to affect others' rest here."

"Who is someone else?" Nie Qingyue's face darkened again, "Go back, why go back, tell him to go back by himself, you stay here."

"Nie Qingyue, you want to die, don't you?" If Song Yanhe hadn't stopped him, Lin Lang would have gone up to fight desperately, "Don't think that you will be fine if Song Yanhe protects you, wait until he doesn't care about you!"

Song Yanhe was sweating profusely, fearing that Lin Lang would miss something, he lowered his voice to dissuade, "Lin Daxian is merciful, let me go for now, Song must keep it in mind, and come to the door tomorrow morning to make amends, go back and have an early rest Bar."

It was quite useful for Lin Lang to be able to call the head of Wuliang "Lin Daxian", so he snorted heavily to express his dissatisfaction and went upstairs.

Song Yanhe had just sent away a rejuvenated fox demon, and another man whose mentality had regressed 20 years came up again, and asked with a complicated expression, "When will you 'leave me alone'?"