Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

These two are really capable of being monsters in competition with each other.

Song Yanhe wiped the sweat off his forehead with a tissue, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Don't listen to him, it's nothing."

"You didn't intend to ignore me?" Nie Qingyue grabbed the tail of the words and asked, "Then you will always be with me?"

Song Yanhe glanced at him, and said, "Eat quickly, rest after eating. Your injury is just right, or..."

"Song Yanhe." Nie Qingyue didn't want to hear him talk about the truth of "go to bed early and get up early to keep healthy", so he insisted on asking for a letter, "Are we together again?"

Thinking about the time when Song Yanhe lost his memory, asking him to accompany him to have a meal was like inviting a god to come down to earth. Now he not only peels apples for him to use as a walking stick, but also follows him back home.Nie Qingyue guessed that the old Taoist priest might have recovered his memory and came back after letting go of the research report, but he still wanted to get a confession from him.

Unexpectedly, he only got a simple sentence, "I don't know."

Is it difficult to admit that a love is miserable?How can I, Nie Qingyue, make you unable to take action?

Nie Qingyue stared straight at him, neither eating nor speaking, looking at those peach blossom eyes dodging around for a while, suddenly thought of something.

"Song Yanhe, have you always been like this?"

"Huh?" Song Yanhe didn't understand, "What does it look like?"

Nie Qingyue got up, walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, looked carefully and said, "It seems that only your hair has changed a little this year, and the rest is still the same. Will you always have this face... that is, will always be like this young?"

Song Yanhe touched his face, and thought about how his master couldn't lose weight no matter how he controlled his diet, "Maybe?"

Nie Qingyue's heart sank when he heard this, and he asked again, "Since when did your appearance remain the same?"

"In this way... I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I only remember that it was probably at the seventh level of the infinite mental method and it hasn't changed." Cultivators of immortals only regard eternal beauty as a common thing, and when the skill is reached, Doesn't the appearance just turn into whatever the mind wants?In the past, no one in the mountains would have nothing to discuss this topic. Song Yanhe reluctantly recalled, "My junior brother entered the seventh level of perfection a few years later than me, so he looks a few years older than me. Why do you ask this? "

"You always look like you are 20 years old, but I will get older and older. Now people see us as brothers, and when we walk down the street, people think you are my son. Thought I was your grandfather." Nie Qingyue said with a depressed face, "So you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Song Yanhe understood, shook his head and said with a smile, "Where did you think?"

"That's why you don't stay with me." Nie Qingyue concluded, "I look okay now, but you won't even be able to look at me in the future, and there will be so many young people that you won't be allowed to choose." ?Although I may not necessarily be good-looking, but at least others are strong and strong. When I... can't do what I want, you have a reason to go to others. The sky is big and the earth is big, and I can't stop you. I can't find you Before you, who was Nie Qingyue at that time? You have long forgotten."

Song Yanhe blushed with embarrassment at these words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Stop talking, what are you thinking about?"

Nie Qingyue was immersed in this idea and couldn't extricate himself, and said firmly, "Song Yanhe, so you are such a person."

I was really wronged.

Nie Qingyue's appearance of worrying about gains and losses made people feel distressed and trembling. Song Yanhe didn't know how to dispel his worries for a while, so he searched his brains and squeezed out four words, "There is absolutely no such thing."

Nie Qingyue regained his spirits, leaned towards him and sat down, and asked seriously, "Okay, then let me ask you, what is the relationship between the two of us now?"

Song Yanhe looked around, and found that he had been squeezed into the corner of the sofa and had no way to retreat. If he deliberately got up or changed the sofa, it would definitely arouse even greater dissatisfaction with Nie Qingyue, so he had to maintain a posture of leaning back, and tentatively asked, "...friend?"

Nie Qingyue's eyes widened, and he slapped Song Yanhe's thigh hard. He gritted his teeth and said, "A friend who has sex with you? Song Yanhe, how dare you say that! Then what are you doing here? Are you going to sleep with me?"

His hand strength is very strong, although Song Yanhe will never be hurt, but the pain is unavoidable.Song Yanhe rubbed his legs sadly, and said, "Aren't you a visiting friend! The reason why I am here is because I promised you in the hospital, I will go wherever you go."

Nie Qingyue knew that the slap was too heavy just now, so he rubbed him distressedly, and asked, "Then you still...have you...huh?"

"……I have no idea."

Seeing that Song Yanhe still looked like he was holding back, and he didn't know what he was clenching his teeth, Nie Qingyue pulled him over and hugged him.

The person in his arms wanted to refuse, so he whispered before Song Yanhe exerted his strength, "Don't move, I'll just hold you like this for a while." Then he buried his head in his ear and whispered softly, "I saw you again after a long time. You, I always feel a little unreal. But I'm afraid you will run away when I let go, and I'm afraid that I'll scare you if I hold you too tightly. "

These words were so emotional that even Nie Qingyue didn't know when he became so vulnerable.His tall nose repeatedly rubbed against Song Yanhe's shoulders, trying to fill his entire nasal cavity with the smell.

The satisfaction of the sense of smell quickly made other sense dissatisfaction unjustly neglected. Nie Qingyue pressed against his ear and asked in a breathy voice, "Song Yanhe, can I kiss you?"

Thinking about it now?

Song Yanhe's cheeks were itchy from being rubbed by the ends of his hair, and he turned his head away, "Didn't you kiss me in the hospital just now?"

Nie Qingyue only thought it was tacit consent in disguise, and grabbed his earlobe and started to suck.

Song Yanhe's whole body trembled, and he murmured, "You... why are you kissing here!"

"Then where do you want me to kiss you?" Nie Qingyue did not let go, and asked with his teeth lightly gritted, "Huh? Tell me."

Naturally, there was no decent answer.

After a series of tiny kisses, Song Yanhe only had time to say "uh" and "uh", and the strength on his wrist became more and more negligible. Nie Qingyue simply pressed him on the sofa, "Just Hug for a while" promise also disappeared.

The light of the sky suddenly broke amidst the charming sound, of course Lin Daxian didn't wait for the head of Song to come to apologize.

Countless planners and implementers were ready to go, waiting for an order to turn S City upside down overnight. In the end, nothing happened until sunset.Not only are the busy traffic and crowds of people commuting to and from get off work on the street unaware of all this, but the perpetrators are also in a dark sleep.

Nie Qingyue didn't wake up until night fell again. As soon as he moved his body, Song Yanhe woke up too. Seeing him blinked, he buried his head in the pillow and let out a long sigh.

Nie Qingyue was in a good mood immediately and circled around.Instead of reasoning with Song Yanhe, it's better to tidy him up on the bed. He doesn't believe that with Song Yanhe's thin skin, how can he use the mouth that just cried for mercy last night, and then say to him, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health." "This kind of innocuous words.

After peeling Song Yanhe out of the quilt like peeling an orange, Nie Qingyue licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and went to take a bath after pressing him under him and kissing him vigorously.

Nie Qingyue had blown his hair and shaved his beard in front of the mirror, feeling refreshed. He thought that the "bridal chamber wedding night" was almost over, and he threw the razor happily on the bed , crushing Song Yanhe so that he couldn't move, he sat on his waist and swayed, "Hey, wake up."

Song Yanhe said weakly, "He's awake. If he still hasn't woken up after being suppressed by you like this, then he should call the doctor."

I really don't know how Nie Qingyue has such physical strength, Song Yanhe is already wondering which of the two of them is the one who cultivated to immortality.

Obviously the night before yesterday when he was still in the appearance of You Fei, the two of them were upside down in the house of Jinzhou on Xiangbao Road all night. Yesterday Nie Qingyue first fell into a coma and was injured by a gunshot wound. Only a few hours later, he was alive and well again. , over and over again.On the other hand, he himself was torn apart and eaten clean every time, and he finally understood why his health went from bad to worse.Setting up formations during the day consumes spiritual power, and it is rare to have a good rest at night. It is strange not to be tossed and weakened.

Nie Qingyue propped his elbows on both sides of Song Yanhe, and asked with a narrow smile, "Didn't you go out to eat last time when you were done, and you got out of bed as soon as you rolled over. Are you getting dressed faster than me? Why can't you do it today?"

The last time he said was... Song Yanhe naturally remembered the last time.He really didn't remember Nie Qingyue at that time, and just followed his body's instincts to have sex with him. Afterwards, Nie Qingyue's expression of "you are mine now, I can do whatever I say" made him feel ashamed I felt that I had to fight for my breath, so I recovered my strength and got out of bed like a normal person.Now if he wants to recover his skills naturally, it is also possible, but——

"I just didn't remember it."

"Reluctance to get up from my bed?" Nie Qingyue smiled even more heartily, "It's not impossible to stay here, you have to answer me a question."

Nie Qingyue made up his mind that today he wanted to be "inscribed on the gold list", and he had to clarify the relationship between the two of them.He straightened his expression and asked, "Let me ask you, Song Yanhe, what is the relationship between us now?"

Song Yanhe looked at the strange room and the messy quilt around him through the gap, and then looked at Nie Qingyue's expression of "You dare to call me a friend, I will eat you right now" directly above, and said unconscionably, "Probably... Flesh?"

Nie Qingyue's smile collapsed almost at the same time as he said this, looked at him with the eyes of a stranger, and said coldly, "Song Yanhe!"

What are you talking about!Can you hear me?

As if the sun was covered by dark clouds, and there was nothing left of the sunlight just now, Nie Qingyue got off the bed without saying anything, closing the door with such force that it seemed to shake the building down.

if not?What can he say.Song Yanhe thought to himself.

Nie Qingyue's worries were not completely unreasonable.

Mortals are bound to experience birth, old age, sickness and death.Even if Nie Qingyue can see through the appearance when he gets old, Nie Qingyue will one day go before him.Although reincarnation is permanent in the art of tracing the soul, and the soul can be reunited if it can disperse, but with a little bit of horoscope, can you really deduce the next life and find another Nie Qingyue?

It's just too ethereal.

The most he can do is stay by his side and accompany him to watch the spring, summer, autumn and winter of this life, the ebb and flow of the tide.