Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang turned around.

Since Liao Tiandong brought Meng Tingjing here, Nie Xueping has been reticent. Song Yuzhang understands his feelings. To him, it doesn't matter if Meng Tingjing invests in the railway. Intervention means that the control of the railway has changed again. If it were him, he would be in a bad mood and would not want to talk.

Nie Xueping put down the teacup, and she leaned forward slightly, her gaze stayed on Song Yuzhang's face for a while, her gentle and indifferent attitude seemed to comfort her.

"Okay," Meng Tingjing stood up neatly, "I've heard that Mr. Nie is an extraordinary horseman, so I just want to use this day to learn from each other."

"Don't dare," Nie Xueping smiled lightly, "I just barely know how to ride."

When Liao Tiandong came back after changing his riding clothes, he saw Nie Xueping and Meng Tingjing each riding a horse side by side at the start of the racetrack. He couldn't help pointing at them and said, "This...Mr. Nie and Boss Meng competed first? Why didn't the boss even change his clothes?"

Meng Tingjing was wearing a black robe, with the hem pulled up to the right side, revealing the snow-colored trousers inside, making him look more graceful, slender and colder on the horse.

Nie Xueping was dressed in dark riding attire, graceful and unhurried on the horse.

The two stood side by side, but each only looked at the front.

Song Yuzhang had already sat back under the parasol and asked someone to make another pot of tea. He raised his left leg and put it on his knee, and slowly pulled out his glove finger by finger. He said in a hurry: "Director Liao, come, sit down and watch the play together."

Liao Tiandong didn't watch the play leisurely, but felt horrified instead.

If Song Yuzhang raced horses with him, he wouldn't think anything of it, because Song Yuzhang had some playboy-like chic and romantic aura on him, such a person loves to play and will play, watching a show and running a horse together will have a lot of fun Quite rightly so.

And Nie Xueping and Meng Tingjing are obviously not the same people as Song Yuzhang.

Meng Tingjing and Liao Tiandong know each other better. Apart from slapping people, they usually don't have any other healthy and lively hobbies. Their temperaments are more than harsh and they are not a person with knowledge and interest. Every time the two of them interact, Liao Tiandong is so bored that he wants to pick his fingers.

Nie Xueping and Liao Tiandong are not familiar with each other. This person lives reclusively in Haizhou, and no one has the opportunity to get to know him. However, according to the recent contact, Liao Tiandong feels that Nie Xueping is a very deep and deep person.

These two people are running horses together, it doesn't look like they are playing, but it makes people feel like gunpowder.

Liao Tiandong sat down tentatively, and leaned towards Song Yuzhang, "Why are Mr. Nie and Boss Meng suddenly in such a good mood?"

Song Yuzhang had already taken off his gloves, and put them on the stage casually, "Young and vigorous."

"Young and vigorous?" Liao Tiandong said, "Boss Meng picked the head?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Who does Director Liao think can win?"

Liao Tiandong looked at the two of them, one of them was riding a big tall horse, both of them were upright and beautiful, the two horses were breathing heavily and ready to go, the stable boy also pushed the fence to both sides.

"Mr. Nie's riding skills, I've never seen Boss Meng..." Liao Tiandong paused, and then he said sincerely, "I've never seen Boss Meng do anything bad."

"Really?" Song Yuzhang put his fingers under his lips, "Then I'll have to wait and see."

The horse race started quietly.

The black horse and the red horse rushed out almost at the same time. The sound of the horses' hooves was very loud, and the sound of "da da" was like a strong man beating a drum fiercely. But at the same time, this was an unusually silent and tense horse race. Any communication is just to flatter the horse and run wildly.

Liao Tiandong unconsciously lowered his raised legs.

Nie Xueping is obviously quite proficient in riding skills, and he is as stable as Mount Tai on the horse. Only the arms holding the reins swing back and forth with the ups and downs of the red horse. Potential.

Meng Tingjing, who was keeping pace with him, was not wearing riding clothes, and her black robe squeaked violently in the wind, almost blending into the black horse. Under the robe, the snow-colored trousers were pressed against the slender and vigorous horse by the running wind. On her thigh, the contrast between black and white is extremely strong.

When the two horses passed by in sight, Liao Tiandong couldn't help opening his mouth.

"This……"

As soon as Liao Tiandong turned his head, he saw Song Yuzhang was half leaning on the chair, with a smile on his mouth, chasing the two fast horses with piercing eyes, but he didn't know which one he paid more attention to.

Liao Tiandong hurriedly turned his head to look at the track again. The red horse and the black horse were running side by side, they were very close to each other. stood up.

The sound of horseshoes rolled up the dust on the ground. In the complete silence, only the sound of horseshoes and wind embellished, the two ran three laps almost at the same time, and stopped at the starting point.

Liao Tiandong squeezed his wrist nervously and regretfully, looked at Song Yuzhang, and said excitedly: "It's a pity, there is no winner!"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "It's just for fun, why bother to decide the winner so seriously?"

"Call-"

Meng Tingjing pulled the reins with both hands, leaned back slightly, turned the horse's head to face Nie Xueping, and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Nie is always strong."

Nie Xueping was stroking the red horse's ear, and smiled slightly when she heard this, "Boss Meng is indeed a hero. You didn't change your clothes, but your clothes hindered you."

Meng Tingjing looked down at her robe, "If you don't win, you don't win. I won't make excuses."

"Don't lose, don't win, and make money with peace, isn't it great?"

"This is the truth in business, but there are some things, no matter who wins or loses, I will not give up."

"Really? I think there are some things where there is no winner or loser..."

"A real person doesn't show his face—"

Liao Tiandong came over while applauding, "Mr. Nie," he gave a thumbs-up, "Boss Meng," he gave another thumbs-up, "It's amazing, it's amazing, the two of you are on equal footing, as expected of us The pillar of Haizhou." Liao Tiandong kept applauding, full of praise for the two.

Meng Tingjing rode on a horse and looked into the distance, Song Yuzhang was sitting under a parasol drinking tea with his head down.

Nie Xueping had already got off the horse, and walked under the parasol while taking off her gloves. He walked under the parasol and said something to Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang pointed to the teacup on the table, and Nie Xueping sat down beside him, and took a sip of the teacup. With a sip, Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand to stroke his temple.

Liao Tiandong didn't know why Meng Tingjing's expression suddenly became ugly, he threw the rein and jumped off the horse.

"Boss Meng?"

"There is still something to do at the pier, let's go first."

Liao Tiandong returned under the umbrella, and said to the two, "Boss Meng left earlier."

Song Yuzhang nodded, but Nie Xueping did not respond, Liao Tiandong said: "Mr. Nie, your riding skills are really amazing, where did you practice?"

"Ride more while studying."

Liao Tiandong said "Oh" and drew a long voice, "There is an equestrian club in Oxford, I heard it is very good."

Nie Xueping smiled, "It's almost the same."

Liao Tiandong sighed, "President Song is Mr. Nie's younger brother, right?"

"We should be from different departments," Nie Xueping looked at Song Yuzhang, "Same school, does that count?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Forget it." He stretched out his hand and squeezed Nie Xueping's arm. Nie Xueping's shirt was sticking to his arm, obviously sweating, "I will ask my brother to teach me a lot in the future."

The three chatted for a while, Liao Tiandong asked Song Yuzhang if he wanted to ride, but Song Yuzhang refused, "I'm the first one, I'm already tired, Director Liao and Mr. Nie chat for a while, I'll go in and change my clothes."

Song Yuzhang couldn't help shaking his head and laughing secretly as he walked to the locker room.

Unexpectedly, there are times when men are jealous of him.

This feeling... is really strange.

I don't think there is any glory, but I feel a little uncomfortable, and I feel like I have become a beautiful woman.

It's really strange.

In the past, even if his lovers were jealous, they would eat him on the head, and told him to look less at those "fox spirits". These two people are really interesting, and they even started to compete with each other.

Especially Nie Xueping, Meng Tingjing's temperament is just like that, Nie Xueping really surprised him.

Song Yuzhang laughed as he walked, and felt that this matter was a bit interesting, like a fresh little fun, anyway, it was better not to push him hard.

He came out after changing clothes, and Nie Xueping also came out from another dressing room. Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "Mr. Nie, you are so handsome."

Nie Xueping changed back into a close-fitting suit, and also smiled lightly, "Isn't it old and strong?"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing out loud. After laughing, he recalled the expression on Nie Xueping's face, and said with a smile, "Ting Jing said that?"

Nie Xueping said, "Boss Meng is very playful."

Song Yuzhang put one hand in his pocket, couldn't help laughing, his shoulders shrugged, Nie Xueping put his hands behind his back, looked at Song Yuzhang with a faint smile, saw him laughing all the time, stepped forward and hugged him His waist pushed him into the dressing room at the back, and closed the door behind him. Nie Xueping stroked his burning face with the back of his hand, and whispered, "Is it interesting?"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help but let out a "huh", lowered his head and laughed a few times, then raised his face slightly, his eyelashes shot teasing light, "I'm so honored to have the two pillars of Haizhou fight for me."

Nie Xueping bowed her head and kissed Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang was still smiling, and the vibration in his chest spread to Nie Xueping. Nie Xueping was so infected by him that she also smiled. She kissed with a smile. The taste was really extraordinary. After a while, both of them stopped. He stopped laughing, and the kiss became serious. It was moist, and he moved his lips slightly. Song Yuzhang stroked the back of Nie Xueping's neck with his palm, "Mr. Nie, I found that you seem to love me a lot."

Nie Xueping smiled, "I found out a little late."

Song Yuzhang opened his lips and kissed Nie Xueping a deep and passionate kiss.

Nie Xueping has always been calm and stable, and when riding a fierce horse, he seems to have many faces. He is as gentle as jade, as cold as snow, and as sharp as a sword. There are new tricks.

Song Yuzhang suddenly raised his legs and jumped into Nie Xueping's arms. Nie Xueping caught him with both arms. Song Yuzhang was very weighty and firmly in his arms, a "beauty" that fell from the sky.

The two got into the car together without delaying too long in the locker room, and Song Yuzhang agreed to visit Nie's house.

Nie Bonian rejoiced at Song Yuzhang's arrival and jumped with joy, but Nie Qingyun looked at Song Yuzhang again and again, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Song Yuzhang didn't care about Nie Qingyun's eyes. Nie Qingyun watched Song Mingzhao's riot that day, and the look in his eyes was not unusual.

Song Yuzhang played two games of chess with Nie Bonian, and then had dinner with the three of Nie's family. After dinner, he and Nie Xueping went to the study to discuss matters.

"Sister Qingyun at the table just now has been looking at me."

"She's only fresh for two days, and she'll be fine after a while, and she won't gossip around."

Song Yuzhang sat down on the bamboo chair by the window in the study, "I'm fine."

Nie Xueping took out her monocle and put it on her face, turned her head and said softly: "It's always bad."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said nothing, "It looks really nice on you."

Nie Xueping took a few pieces of paper and said, "I'm short-sighted in one eye, there's nothing I can do about it."

Nie Xueping took the blueprint of the railway laying with Haizhou as the core, of course it was a sketch, and it was just a few preliminary sections.

Song Yuzhang held it in his hand and inspected it carefully. He clicked on the place marked by Nie Xueping, "What does it mean to draw a circle here?"

Nie Xueping sat down and said, "I want to fix this section first."

"Anything to say?"

"Safety."

The sky is full of stars and the moon is in the sky, coldly illuminating the besieged people in the wilderness. They are bandits, but they are desperate bandits. The crude knives, guns and axes in their hands have already clattered to the ground. , The leader shouted: "I surrender—we surrender—we pay all the guns and rations we have, and only ask the hero to spare his life—"

A tall and tall figure stepped out from the crowd surrounding the gangsters. The leader of the gangsters recognized his face and hurriedly said, "Heroes..."

"Bam—"

Before he could finish his begging for mercy, his mouth was still wide open, and he fell to the ground together with his frightened eyes. Blood mixed with red and white brains flowed on the ground, and spread to the feet of the rest of the gangsters. The face of the battle was ashen, and he was really scared. He knelt down simply, and raised his unarmed hands high to show the sincerity of surrender, without any arrogance.

After looking down at the trembling crowd kneeling on the ground, Nie Yinbing put down his gun, and in the suffocating silence, made a slight forward gesture with two fingers to the guard behind him.

Intensive gunshots rang out.

The guards started a simple and brief massacre, a few rounds of bullets went down, and all the bandits who had been circling here for half a year were sieved.

Nie Yinbing lit a cigarette and stepped on a small mound. Under the silver moonlight, his eyelashes cast a little shadow on his face, "Burn it clean."