Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

The first half of the sentence seemed to be Nie Qingyue's tolerance for his unreasonable troubles. The condescending tone and his pitiful expression made Song Yanhe's heart soften, but the second half of the sentence hit Song Yanhe's nerves. Red, and lightly patted Nie Qingyue as if to blame.

This blow was so gentle and slow that even a mosquito could not be killed, but Nie Qingyue rubbed it exaggeratedly, "I will listen to you whatever you say, and you said that I recognized the flesh and blood, and you still hit me, hmph."

Song Yanhe was stunned on the spot.When this person walked out just now, he was still in a stern and irreconcilable posture. He smashed things for a long time, why did he suddenly become compliant, gentle and pleasant after he came back?

If it wasn't that Nie Qingyue bumped his head when he went out just now, it's because he didn't wake up.

He needs a cold shower to wake him up.

Nie Qingyue also followed into the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and standing still without speaking.The two looked at each other for a moment, and Song Yanhe said, "I'm going to take a bath."

Nie Qingyue extended his hand generously and made a "please" gesture.

"I'm closing the door."

"It's closed, don't catch a cold." Nie Qingyue nodded in agreement, took a step forward, closed the door for him, and continued to look at him with his back against the sink.

Song Yanhe helped his forehead.If you pretend you don't understand, you can't use hints to this person at all.

"I won't wash if you don't go out."

"You really don't care about hygiene." Nie Qingyue gave him a disgusted look, then smiled again, "Fortunately, I like to be clean, so I'll wash it for you." Unconsciously, he picked up Song Yanhe, turned around and put him down On the sink.

Song Yanhe immediately understood what he was thinking, pressed his hand and said, "Don't make trouble."

"No trouble." Nie Qingyue said seriously, "I was too sleepy this morning, so I hugged you and took a shower. I was afraid that if you didn't clean up, what would you do if you were sick? I just happened to help you wash up."

The waistband of Song Yanhe's pajamas was elastic and elastic, and it couldn't withstand Nie Qingyue's tugging twice before taking it off.He was planning to take a bath, so he was naturally not wearing anything underneath, so he could immediately see the scenery below him.

Nie Qingyue put Song Yanhe in an extremely open and shameful posture facing the mirror, held his knees to prevent him from moving, and looked in the mirror critically, commenting, "Look, it's all swollen."

On the black marble countertop was Song Yanhe's fair body, and the abnormal flesh-red color of the small opening under his body reminded him how this place warmly welcomed Nie Qingyue's repeated violations last night.

Song Yanhe felt ashamed after just one glance, and urged him, "Let me go."

"I haven't washed it yet." Nie Qingyue turned on the warm water in the sink, poured a handful of it under Song Yanhe's body, and stretched out his fingers to touch it lightly, "It's still moving, and it tightened as soon as I touched it."

...Is it strange that there is no response? !

Nie Qingyue tried to go in gently and slowly, while distracting Song Yanhe's attention, "Baby, not only do you not change your appearance, but your bottom is always so tight, so I have to relax for a long time every time. You should relax It's almost killing me."

As if to respond to what he said, Song Yanhe felt a scorching thing push himself against his back with malicious intent.

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror." Nie Qingyue's fingers were clearly moving in and out, "It's your small mouth, you don't let it in when you want to go in, and don't let it out when you want to come out, why are you so naughty? ?”

When he was in front of him, Nie Qingyue always seemed to be able to seamlessly connect everything with the matter of the bed, anytime, anywhere, it would happen naturally.Even though Song Yanhe had already experienced his eloquence, he would feel ashamed and want to find a crack in the ground when he listened to it now.

"Do you know how I feel?" Nie Qingyue forced him to look into the mirror, slowly pushed his middle finger into the body with one hand, and rubbed Song Yanhe's lips with the other hand, "It's very hot inside, and it sucks very tightly."

Then he said seductively, "It's a pity that you don't remember the past. Before, you said you wanted to look at me in the mirror and do it."

Nothing at all!It was obviously Nie Qingyue himself who said that time, and then he flatly rejected it!

"Impossible!" Song Yanhe blushed all the way to his chest, "I never said that."

Nie Qingyue was surprised, "Ah, how do you know you didn't say it? Don't you remember the past?"

"I...even if I don't remember, I will never say such a thing."

Nie Qingyue was casually disappointed perfunctorily, "Really? Maybe I remembered it wrong?"

The dexterous fingers twirled in the body, pressed and turned lightly, Song Yanhe's attention was completely attracted, and he had no time to distinguish the narrowness of Nie Qingyue's "disappointed" expression.Suddenly, the back of the ear was licked vigorously by the hot lips and tongue, "It's finished washing, baby."

"Huh?" Song Yanhe was startled.

Nie Qingyue didn't take advantage of the fire to rob him, so is he going to let him go like this?

"What's the matter?" Nie Qingyue looked at him with a smile in the mirror, his star-eyed sword eyebrows shone especially under the close-up light in the bathroom, his thin lips opened and closed as if reciting a soul-shattering spell, each word poking into his heart , "Don't want me to come out? Want me?"

"No! No..." There is nothing more embarrassing than expressing wrong feelings. You don't need to look down to know that you are in high spirits.Song Yanhe shook his head incoherently, and got down from the sink, "Go out, don't get your body wet."

Nie Qingyue looked at him in the mirror, curled his mouth a little, and said leisurely, "If it wasn't for your swelling, I wouldn't let you go. Wash up and wait for you to eat."

Because it was a temporary task, Emily arranged for the chef to cook directly from the company restaurant.The chef's vegan dishes, which have been brewing for half a year, finally came to light today, showing an extraordinary level.

"Hey me." Nie Qingyue's selective inability to take care of himself has happened again.

Song Yanhe put vegetables into his bowl as he said.

"Aren't you going to put it in your mouth?" Nie Qingyue opened his mouth and waited for Song Yanhe to be fed with a face of course. He didn't even hold the tableware in his hand, and his slender fingers tapped on the table little by little. Knocking, I almost knocked the empty bowl with chopsticks.

His fingers are slender and strong, but the knuckles are not obtrusive, as if he can hold a pen to draw flowers at any time - just looking at his hands, he can't imagine that he would have such an uncertain personality, and now he is still talking in a good voice, etc. Whenever he doesn't like what he wants, he will go crazy again.

It's easier for everyone to touch along the hair.Song Yanhe reached across the table and stuffed the asparagus into his mouth.

Seeing Nie Qingyue's proud expression, Song Yanhe had the illusion that "he is not chewing vegetables, but the person who feeds them", and it was the kind that he delivered to the door himself.

Thinking of the blush on his face when he was teased in the bathroom just now, Song Yanhe looked at his nose in annoyance, lowered his head to eat the food.When he looked up again, Nie Qingyue was still looking at him for a moment, his fingers still tapping.

Song Yanhe suddenly felt that this posture, movement, and expression looked familiar, looked sideways, and asked, "What are you wearing on your ears?"

Nie Qingyue's complacency almost overflowed from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he said calmly, "Hearing aids, you have to get used to being with old men wearing hearing aids, and I will still wear them when I am old."

If he even believed this kind of nonsense, then Song Yanhe had lived in vain for so many years, and he heard the voice in the earphone after a while.

"Why do you have this?" Song Yanhe's face turned pale, "Where did you get it?"

He hurriedly recalled whether he mentioned You Fei's matter when he called Chen Mu yesterday, the panic about the impending Dong Chuang incident made him tremble with fear.

"Why, you are using my mobile phone to make calls, and I am not allowed to record?" Nie Qingyue raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't intend to record you on purpose, because my mobile phone already has monitors."

Song Yanhe only knew that he had a location, but never expected that there was a monitoring layer, so he reached out to take it off, "Don't listen."

Nie Qingyue didn't follow his wish, and stepped aside, "I'd like to hear it, you can take care of me."

Of course it is not difficult to grab it, but it is too late to grab it again. Nie Qingyue has heard it countless times, so Song Yanhe had to sit back on the dining chair.I didn't have any appetite to eat anymore, so I just picked up a glass of water to drink.

Just after taking a sip, Nie Qingyue's foot suddenly stretched out from under the table between his legs, and stepped on it accurately.

"Pfft——" Song Yanhe choked, and reflexively hid back.

And Nie Qingyue didn't seem to intend to let him go, hooked his other foot around the bend of his knee, and asked leisurely, "Song Yanhe, you said we are in a flesh-and-blood relationship, so who are we whoring?"

The tone is casual asking "what's for dinner tonight".

This topic is obviously beyond the scope of Song Yanhe.

Fortunately, Nie Qingyue didn't really wait for him to answer. He rested his chin and began to analyze by himself, "You say you prostituted me, and you have no money to pay, then I can only prostitute you. But if you say I prostituted you, but you still look reluctant, without any self-awareness, shouldn't you seduce me?"

With a touch of Song Yanhe's fingertips, a drop of water dripped from the table, and it precisely hit Nie Qingyue's eyebrows.

"It's too light." Nie Qingyue touched his forehead with his fingers, held it in front of his eyes, and said regretfully, "Is this called seduction?"

"This is to tell you to stop talking!" Song Yanhe felt that no matter how his acceptance level was refreshed, it would be far behind Nie Qingyue's teasing.

"Well, I'll call two people to train you." Nie Qingyue said, and really went to get the phone on the table, "How about finding a 'famous teacher' for you?"

Song Yanhe used a small fork to pierce a piece of pumpkin cake to block his mouth, stood up and said, "This is money for whoring, let them teach you."

Nie Qingyue was grinding his teeth with the snack in his mouth - if he hadn't listened to this phone recording first, he would have been pissed off by the old Taoist at least twice today.

"Are you going to prostitute me? When will you come to prostitute? This is not enough." He chased to the sofa again, "I was prostituted with a piece of pumpkin cake. How much will it affect my corporate image if it is said? Why has my assets shrunk? What to do, layoffs and closing, you don’t care about people’s livelihood anymore?”

"You still want to talk about it?"

"Paper cannot contain fire."

Not knowing whether Nie Qingyue's words were intentional or unintentional, Song Yanhe suddenly stopped, looked at his gradually approaching and enlarged face, and asked, "What can't be wrapped in paper?"

"Paper, it can't cover anything, but..." Nie Qingyue wrapped him in his arms and asked in a low voice, "I don't quite understand why you can tell Chen Mu that you like me, but you don't like me?" Are you willing to tell me face to face? If you insist on being so estranged with me, would you be happy to see me angry? You are still skinny, if you dare to say such stupid things to me again, I will bite you to death. You are thinking about something in your mind What, you just need to tell me, I can cover you for whatever you set on fire. Song Yanhe, don’t you believe me? Is there anything we can’t talk about? As long as you ask me about something, I’ll stop talking to you Say a word that my surname is not Nie, can you? I don't ask you more, can you treat me like I treat you?"

The dim light of the floor lamp warmed Nie Qingyue's silhouette.It wasn't cold in the house, but it was extra warm being wrapped in his arms.Song Yanhe thought to himself, this is probably the best time to tell him that he pretended to be You Fei.

"I..." Where do I start?

"Didu—didu—didu—" Nie Qingyue's cell phone rang, which was the emergency ringtone that Wang Daqiao would only use when he was in a hurry.