Song Yuzhang

Twice.

If it is said that the first time can be used as an excuse for being confused for a while, it is really difficult to find another excuse for the second time.

When you are excited, you are excited, there is no need to pretend to escape, and he, Song Yuzhang, has never been a coy and indecisive person.

He should learn from Nie Qingyun, she doesn't care about the marriage contract, he is a big man, and he doesn't marry and have children, what are he afraid of?

Song Yuzhang's hand was held loosely by Nie Xueping, and Nie Xueping asked him, "Are you here to wait for me?"

"I'll come to see Bonian," Song Yuzhang said, "and try my luck."

Nie Xueping raised his hand, put his arms across Song Yuzhang's shoulders, and slowly embraced Song Yuzhang into his arms. He turned his face and kissed Song Yuzhang's forehead, "How long have you been here?"

"More than half an hour."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Song Yuzhang smiled. He had a witty remark in his mouth, but it seemed inappropriate to tease Nie Xueping. He was smiling, and Nie Xueping looked down and saw him smiling, and stroked his cheek with his palm, "Let's have a meal together."

Nie Xueping brought Song Yuzhang back to Nie's house.

The two did not sit in the same car, they took care of their own business and got out of the car one after the other. Nie Xueping stood in front of the door and waited for him, "Mr. Xiao Song, please."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Please, Mr. Nie first."

A pair of hostess and guest, gentle and courteous, entered the hall keeping a very suitable distance. Nie Xueping summoned Nie Mao to give some instructions in a low voice. Nie Mao nodded while listening, and exited quickly on tiptoe. Smiling, Song Yuzhang also smiled at him.

After Nie Mao went out, there were only two people left in the hall quietly. Song Yuzhang covered the mahogany table with his palm, and moved his fingertips slowly to see if there was any dust on the table. After a while, there was another one on the table. Hands covered his moving hands.

Song Yuzhang raised his face, and Nie Xueping was looking at him softly. His palms were warm and strong, making people feel safe when holding someone.

Kiss again.

In the restaurant of Nie's family, the majestic place is so intimate that they are inseparable.

Song Yuzhang asked Nie Xueping to hold him in his arms.

Song Yuzhang was tall and straight with a big frame, so the hug was incomplete, Nie Xueping only hugged him loosely, together with his kiss, it made people feel relaxed and not invaded.

Whether it is Nie Xueping's gentle nature or gradual progress, Song Yuzhang has not yet figured out that his past experience has lost its effect on Nie Xueping. This is a newcomer, a brand new relationship, and it has its adventures, and naturally it also has its excitement .

The cooking skills of Nie's cook were beyond Song Yuzhang's expectations, they were only above average, not brilliant.

Nie Xueping took off her coat, and rolled up her shirt sleeves very politely, "The master chef in the family used to be in the army, so he doesn't cook carefully, Mr. Xiao Song, don't dislike him."

Song Yuzhang nodded, "I'm not picky about food."

Nie Xueping glanced at him, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "This is very good."

When eating, the two of them also ate their own food, compared to the last time they had dinner together, they talked less, those polite and nice words were gone, instead they showed a kind of casual intimacy.

The relationship between the two is naturally close.

They kissed each other three times, Song Yuzhang thought to himself, the relationship must be considered close, he thought Nie Xueping didn't just kiss men casually.

After dinner, the servants came to take down the tableware to clean up. Song Yuzhang wiped his mouth with the handkerchief handed over by the servant, and looked at Nie Xueping from the corner of his eye.

After the servants all went down, Nie Xueping looked at Song Yuzhang again.

Song Yuzhang thought in his heart that he just finished eating, so he shouldn't be kissing again.

Nie Xueping stretched out her hand to him.

Song Yuzhang hesitated for a moment, then handed him his hand.

Nie Xueping held his hand upright and looked at the palm from the fingertips. The short and dense eyelashes drooped down, making it difficult for Song Yuzhang to see his expression at the moment. After a while, he smiled and said, "Break the palm."

Song Yuzhang also laughed, "Yes, my hand is severed, what's wrong? Is broken palm not good?"

Nie Xueping raised his hand, gathered his fingertips into a pointed bud, and lightly pecked at the top of the bud, "It's nothing bad."

Song Yuzhang is not quite sure about his relationship with Nie Xueping now, or what kind of feelings Nie Xueping has for him. If he likes it, he must like it. If he likes it to what extent, Song Yuzhang is really hard to say. Similarly, What kind of feelings he had for Nie Xueping, he couldn't tell.

It doesn't seem very good to take the initiative to ask and ask, it feels like asking Nie Xueping for his title.

Two men, besides, he and Nie Xueping just kissed, what is the status of a kiss?

Although Nie Xueping seemed to like him very much, it was only Song Yuzhang's unilateral feeling. Nie Xueping didn't say anything, so it was inconvenient for Song Yuzhang to ask.

To be honest, Song Yuzhang was still a little uncomfortable.

When he was with those little white faces, he never thought about the word "name". If you get along, you get together, and if you don't get along, you get separated. You can withdraw at any time if you like me. Why did he come to Nie Xueping? What "name" is considered?

Song Yuzhang was a little restless, but Nie Xueping let go of his hand, and he stood up and said goodbye.

Nie Xueping didn't keep him, but said, "I'll send someone to take you back."

"Thank you Mr. Nie."

Song Yuzhang went back in the car, recalling what happened between him and Nie Xueping on the way, and felt that the two were like a pair of mandarin ducks mating wildly, embracing each other in a dazed way, almost like having an affair.

Cheating is cheating.

Anyway, Song Yuzhang never wanted to get any "title" from Nie Xueping.

It's good to have that little emotion.

enough.

Liao Tiandong finally let go, and went to Song Qiyuan's other house to see Xiao Yuxian's costume and head. Unfortunately, it was too difficult to dress up with his figure, so he could only fondle it in his palm, "As far as figure is concerned, I think Xiao Yuxian is better, Brother Qi Yuan, what do you think?"

"Little Yuxian should be quiet, and Xiaofengxian should be moving."

"Sharp to the point, true insight!"

Song Qiyuan shook his fan and tried his best, but unfortunately he couldn't think of what effect Liao Tiandong could have.

The two talked late at night while holding candles, because Song Qiyuan didn't know what kind of medicine Song Yuzhang was selling in the gourd, and he didn't know the purpose, so he chatted innocently with Liao Tiandong. He deliberately approached him, gathering late at night like this is a great opportunity to reveal his true colors, but Song Qiyuan just chatted with him about the drama, and the chat was so interesting that Liao Tiandong had to admit that the two of them were just like-minded fans , finally let go of suspicion completely.

Song Qiyuan naturally felt Liao Tiandong's change of mind. While he was delighted, he wondered if Song Yuzhang had expected it earlier, so he refused to reveal the purpose of making him associate with Liao Tiandong.

Song Qiyuan had some admiration for Song Yuzhang in his heart. His admiration was open and frank, without any dissatisfaction. At the same time, he made up his mind in his heart-the 3000 million yuan could not be moved. He decided to believe in Song Yuzhang, and believed that he could keep the bank alive.

"found it?"

Song Yuzhang held a lighted cigarette in his hand, and sank into the sofa with a rather surprised expression.

"I found it," Shen Chengduo yawned moderately, and then smiled, "You may not believe it when you see him, and I don't believe it when I see him, but I've interrogated him for two days, and I'm sure it's him."

Song Yuzhang said: "Brother Shen, I can rest assured."

When Shen Chengduo's men brought him in, Song Yuzhang was really surprised.

The one brought up was a little boy who looked about seven or eight years old, skinny, with only a pair of big eyes protruding from his face, and the eyes radiated hatred.

Shen Chengduo is not a good man or a believer, so if he is arrested, no matter what kind of child he is, he can still be beaten easily. Song Yuzhang saw that the boy was covered with bruises, and said, "Are you sure he is the one who made the fake bill?"

"I knew you would be suspicious. I couldn't believe it when I saw this little bastard. It was him, it was him. Brother Song, you come from a good family. I don't know that these children from poor families are all human beings at such a young age. Fine, there are a lot of fancy stomachs."

Song Yuzhang looked at the little boy with eyes turned, raised his hand to beckon, and Shen Chengduo's men escorted him to him.

"Fifth Master, be careful, don't touch him, this bastard bites people."

Song Yuzhang looked at the little boy and asked, "What's your name?"

"No name."

The child's voice was unexpectedly rough, without any cuteness of a child at all. Compared with Nie Bonian's boy who was as cute as a rose, he was like a wild dog.

"how old are you?"

"do not know."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Don't you know how old you are?"

The boy saw him smile, his expression was slightly shaken, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "Fifteen."

Song Yuzhang laughed even harder, "Fifteen? Baby, you have to look at your own size when you lie."

The boy blushed, glared at him viciously, and spat out with a "bah", the man who was holding him quickly calmed down, opened his mouth and pushed his head down, and the saliva splashed on the edge of Song Yuzhang's shoes .

"Little bastard, you are courting death!"

Song Yuzhang raised his hand to stop the Shen family's beating.

"Don't hold him down, let him look up and talk to me."

The man had no choice but to loosen his grip on the boy's neck.

The boy heard Song Yuzhang intercede for him, but the first thing he did when he raised his head was to spit at Song Yuzhang again, splashing on Song Yuzhang's trouser legs.

Shen Chengduo was lazily smoking a cigar and laughing.

He still finds it quite interesting to see a "perfect man" like Song Yuzhang deflated.

Song Yuzhang didn't seem to care, he looked at the boy slightly, and said: "I think you are only seven or eight years old?"

The boy kept his face blank.

"No need to guess," Shen Chengduo pointed his finger, "I asked the matchmaker to look at it, this kid looks thin, at least ten years old."

Song Yuzhang nodded, "You can make fake bills, so you have read books and can write?"

The boy remained silent, and the people behind him threatened in a low voice: "You son of a bitch, seeing that the fifth master is kind, you're going to kick your nose in the face, right? I didn't clean you up!"

The boy trembled slightly, obviously he was just a child after all, with a resentful expression on his face, he said slowly: "I have read it, and I can write it."

"I have read and can write, how did I start such a business?"

"..."

Seeing him silent again, the people behind him were all impatiently tortured by his stubborn temper. Song Yuzhang gave him a oppressive look, which made people bear it and did not move.

Song Yuzhang said, "Where are your parents?"

This time the boy answered happily, "Dead."

Song Yuzhang nodded, "Without a father and no mother, life is not easy in this world, but you can do any kind of business by cheating and abducting. How could you think of making counterfeit bills?"

The boy was silent for a while, and said: "A piece of paper can be exchanged for money, and it's better than anything else."

When he said this, Song Yuzhang had no doubts, and asked someone to find a pen and paper, and asked the boy to imitate it on the spot. As soon as he took the pen, Song Yuzhang knew that he had found the right person, and thanked Shen Chengduo to take him away.

Shen Chengduo said: "This is just a child, it's too young, so it's of no use."

Song Yuzhang said: "Such a young child can come up with such a way to exchange money. When he grows up, I think your Boss Shen will give way to him."

Shen Chengduo laughed, "Then wait until he grows up!"

Shen Chengduo's people tied up the boy tightly and escorted him to Song Yuzhang's car, "Fifth Master, he is dirty and smelly, let me put it in the trunk for you."

"It's okay, let him be at the front..." Song Yuzhang bent slightly to look at the boy, "You sit at the front and don't make trouble obediently, is that okay?"

The boy stared at him bitterly, neither saying yes nor no, Song Yuzhang raised his hand, and asked someone to push him into the back seat to sit next to him, he was afraid that the boy would suddenly get angry and hurt the driver , it will be bad if something big happens at that time.

Fortunately, the boy was very quiet in the car, and he didn't sit down, just curled up in a corner.

When he arrived at the place, Song Yuzhang pulled the rope on his body and dragged him out of the car, only to realize that his face was pale, Song Yuzhang said: "You..."

Without saying a word, the boy squatted down and vomited profusely.

Song Yuzhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't expect this child like a wild dog to get motion sickness.

After he finished vomiting, Song Yuzhang said to the driver: "Please deal with it, otherwise Lao Liu will be smoked to death when he goes in and out."

Song Yuzhang pushed the boy into the house, and raised his voice as he walked in, "Old Liu!"

Hearing the movement, Liu Chuanzong ran out from inside with a "da da da", he was still dressed for work after work, but his sleeves were rolled up, his hands were wet, he didn't know what he was cleaning, but his face was still honest The puppet's honest expression said, "Fifth Master."

"Busy?"

"Wash the vegetables."

Song Yuzhang nodded, and pushed the boy beside him forward, "Wash him too."

Liu Chuanzong grabbed the boy and took a look. The boy had just vomited and was a little weak at the moment, but he still tried his best to give Liu Chuanzong a vicious look, although in Liu Chuanzong's view, the effect of his look was the same as Frogs in the pond are indistinguishable.

"This kid is the culprit for making counterfeit bills."

"he?"

This time even Liu Chuanzong was surprised.

"Yes, but ten years old," Song Yuzhang said with a smile, "Is it powerful enough?"

Liu Chuanzong gave a "hmm".

"You go and wash him first. He hasn't been washed for many days. He smoked me all the way in the car."

"You're the one who smoked it!"

The boy finally made a sound. Liu Chuanzong grabbed him, and he struggled with all his might, rolling over and exposing his belly, "You're killing me! I feel like throwing up after smelling you!"

Song Yuzhang smiled, and said to Liu Chuanzong: "Be careful, he will bite and spit."

"Understood, fifth master."

Liu Chuanzong numbly carried the foul-mouthed boy into the back kitchen.

"Fuck you, let me go, I'll kill you!"

"Bastard dog bastard who eats people and doesn't spit out bones—"

Liu Chuanzong covered the boy's mouth with his hands, and stared at the boy with a pair of dark eyes. The boy's eyes were also dark, and he stared at Liu Chuanzong without fear.

Liu Chuanzong said, "If you fall into the hands of the fifth master, the fifth master will let you live."

The boy's eyes flickered slightly, but he was still vicious.

Liu Chuanzong let go, stroked the top of the boy's head, and said flatly, "Don't be afraid."