Song Yuzhang

The obedient Nie Yinbing is back.

Song Yuzhang suddenly realized his evil.

He didn't want to play with the feelings of the two brothers, but he still made it to where he is today by accident.

In fact, he didn't have that kind of intention towards Nie Xueping at first, but after he noticed Nie Xueping's thoughts on August [-]th... Song Yuzhang didn't know whether his initial affection for Nie Xueping was mixed with the idea of ​​using it instinctively, He doesn't like to dissect himself, and it doesn't look too good for anyone to dissect.

let it go.

At least he does have true feelings for Nie Xueping now.

He didn't have such a vicious habit of making a family. Anyway, he cheated Nie Yinbing of 1000 yuan back then, and just paid it back. He didn't want to cheat Nie Yinbing's feelings, nor did he want to.

"Yinbing, thank you for being considerate of me, let's go out first, how about finding a place to have a meal? I invite you, hey, I didn't have any money at the time, so I asked you to invite me to dinner, I'm so damned, you treat me That's good, I'm still joking with you."

Song Yuzhang twitched his hand, but he didn't twitch for a while. He was a little embarrassed, and the embarrassment was very conspicuous. When he twitched again, Nie Yinbing let go of his hand.

Nie Yinbing's expression was still a little sleepwalking.

Song Yuzhang didn't know whether he loved Wu Jiwu or if he had really changed. He even felt a little bit intolerable towards Nie Yinbing, a tall bamboo pole with a non-baby face.

Maybe he used to "look up" to people like Nie Yinbing in another way, thinking that these people are rich and powerful, and it doesn't matter if they cheat a little money. Now that he can look up to Nie Yinbing, he realizes that they are like There are some pitiful things in Nie Yinbing's situation.

The two walked out of the yard. Shen Chengduo, who was waiting outside, was smoking a cigarette. Seeing this, he quickly took a cigarette and stepped forward.

"Second Master Nie, Brother Song, are you all right?"

"It's okay, it was a misunderstanding," Song Yuzhang said, "Brother Shen, you're shocked."

Shen Chengduo was indeed quite surprised.

Whether it was Nie Yinbing or Song Yuzhang, whoever had an accident with him would be fatal to him.

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine."

Shen Chengduo's eyes couldn't stop glancing at Nie Yinbing. The situation where Nie Yinbing took the gun first and then went up to hug someone really confused him. Whether these two people know each other or don't know each other, whether they have old grudges or old feelings ?

The expression on Nie Yinbing's face was hard to see, let alone Song Yuzhang.

Shen Chengduo became curious, but he knew that curiosity would kill people, so he stopped there and had no intention of continuing to explore.

Song Yuzhang recruited Liu Chu, "Go ask the driver to drive, and I will go have a meal with Second Master Nie."

Liu Chu replied cleverly, and at the same time gave Nie Yinbing a big white eye.

Song Yuzhang and Nie Yinbing had dinner in a western restaurant at home.

Nie Yinbing looked like he had nothing to say, and he rarely even looked at Song Yuzhang.

He still couldn't figure out why Zhao Jianfang turned into Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang took advantage of the meal time to formulate phrases with Nie Yinbing, but fortunately Nie Xueping had a perfect set of rhetoric that he could handle.

Of course, Song Yuzhang was not as direct as he said, but tactfully interspersed his meaning in the words, in a way that Nie Yinbing could understand and accept.

Nie Yinbing said: "I see, I won't tell him that you are Zhao Jianfang."

"Yin Bing, you are so kind."

Nie Yinbing looked at the ice cream on his plate indifferently, and pushed the ice cream to Song Yuzhang, "You eat."

When Song Yuzhang and Nie Yinbing were together, they often ate Nie Yinbing's "leftovers". Anything that Nie Yinbing didn't like was pushed to him.

Song Yuzhang saw that he seemed to have lost half of his soul, so he didn't refuse. He ate all his ice cream and Nie Yinbing's ice cream. His teeth were cold in Haizhou in December, and he cursed the western restaurant in his heart. It will be winter soon. Dessert Also serve ice cream.

"Yin Bing, I want to give you a gift to thank you for your care at that time."

Nie Yinbing looked up at him, then lowered his head instantly, "I don't need it."

"Just take it as part of my heart. I really felt sorry for you during those days, and it was an apology to you."

"I do not need.

Nie Yinbing repeated it again, using his usual critical and indifferent tone, as if he was apologizing to Song Yuzhang, and even looked down on Song Yuzhang at all.

Song Yuzhang held the ice cream scoop with his fingers, and smiled faintly, "Okay, then I will listen to you."

"Say it again."

"what?"

"What you said just now, say it again."

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and smiled again, the translucent ice cream scoop reflected his deformed face, he said softly: "Okay, then I will listen to you."

Nie Yinbing sat quietly for a while, then stood up without warning, and walked out of the western restaurant without saying hello.

Song Yuzhang watched his tall back merge into the crowd through the glass, and Nie's car hurriedly followed.

Liu Chu who was behind said quietly: "Is he your former friend?"

Song Yuzhang turned his head, Liu Chu was a small man, lying on the back of the chair with a thin, small face and big eyes blinking.

Song Yuzhang flicked his head, "Stop talking nonsense, have you finished eating? Just leave after eating."

"Cut," Liu Chu leaned back and continued to eat bread, muttering, "You guys eat steak, but I eat bread, why?"

Back at the bank, Song Yuzhang thought about his relationship with the two brothers of the Nie family again. After observing objectively from the perspective of a bystander, Song Yuzhang thought it would be better for him to break up with Nie Xueping.

It is true that Nie Xueping is a very qualified and good lover, but the existence of Nie Yinbing still makes Song Yuzhang a little nervous.

Maybe he has really changed his temper. Now that he has status and status, he is starting to lose face.

Song Yuzhang touched his face and sighed softly in his heart.

He opened the file on the table, glanced at it and closed it again.

After pondering for a while, Song Yuzhang still hadn't made up his mind. He had to think again about how to deal with the relationship with the Nie family brothers.

After a busy afternoon at the bank, Song Yuzhang cleared his mind on the way back to Song Zhai, and continued to think about the emotional lawsuit with the Nie brothers wholeheartedly.

Nie Yinbing's wishful thinking was not his fault.

It wasn't his fault that Nie Xueping took the initiative to pursue her.

Since it wasn't his fault, why did he feel sorry for the brothers of the Nie family?

Song Yuzhang shook his head in the car, realizing that he really had higher and higher demands on himself.

"Yo, fifth master," the driver said suddenly, "isn't that fourth master?"

Song Mingzhao squatted against the wall in front of his house.

He was originally standing, and when he got tired after standing for a while, he squatted, and when he got tired after squatting for a while, he stood up again with his legs supported. After repeating this several times, he saw Song Yuzhang's car.

Song Mingzhao wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up. He just supported the wall behind him with his hands and watched Song Yuzhang get out of the car and walk towards him.

"Fourth brother."

Song Mingzhao lowered his head and dared not look at Song Yuzhang.

"Why are you squatting here and not going in?"

Song Mingzhao was silent, and after a while he said weakly: "Xiaoyu, I know I was wrong."

Song Yuzhang was extra soft-hearted today.

Nie Xueping loves him, Nie Yinbing loves him, Song Mingzhao also loves him, maybe he should treat those who love him a little bit kindly.

Song Yuzhang sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to Song Mingzhao's eyes, "Fourth Brother, let's go in first."

Song Mingzhao wanted to cry, tears were rolling in his eyes, but he was 23 years old, and he was still a big man. There were many married and had children in school at his age, and he still shed tears in front of his younger brother, which was really a little bit It's out of shape.

Like a beggar begging on the street, Song Mingzhao was "kindly" taken home by Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang asked him softly if he had eaten and whether he was hungry. Song Mingzhao felt more and more like a beggar and wanted to be more confident, but he did not eat dinner, and he ate very little for breakfast and lunch. He had no appetite, but he still felt Hungry.

"I haven't eaten, I'm a little hungry."

Song Yuzhang recruited servants and ordered the kitchen to cook. All the dishes ordered were Song Mingzhao's usual favorites. Song Mingzhao was both happy and sad when he heard it, and felt more and more inhuman.

Song Mingzhao, when he was angry, could only see his own pain and pain in his eyes, and when the anger subsided, he would feel more regretful, thinking that everything was his fault, wishing he could take a time machine to travel back to the day when the Meng family mourned Well, a handful of medicine poisoned himself to make him dumb, and such a thing would not happen.

In front of so many people, why can't he control his mouth, he insists on impulsiveness, insists on making trouble with Song Yuzhang, making troubles without any result.

What can be the result?

What result does he want?

The unsolvable problem is that he can't think about it.

Day and night, Song Mingzhao felt so regretful that the blood in his throat was about to be vomited—the blood was not vomited out, but he did vomit twice. The weather was cold, and he was not thinking about himself. He accidentally wore less clothes. He had a fever from the cold at school, and he was willing to take the fever as punishment for himself.

Song Mingzhao hadn't seen the aroma of the Song family's food for a long time, and it was even longer since Song Yuzhang was beside him. After two mouthfuls of rice, Song Mingzhao couldn't help it anymore, and pressed his palms to his eyes.

Song Yuzhang seldom sees people cry, especially men cry. He sighed for a while, put down the bowl and chopsticks and hugged Song Mingzhao's fluffy head, "Okay, fourth brother, don't be sad, we are brothers, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. Isn’t it common for brothers to quarrel? The past is the past, don’t even think about it.”

Song Mingzhao had tears in his eyes, and refused to cry in his throat, but spoke very slowly, as if taking a sip of water, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I've made you ashamed."

"Nothing, fourth brother, I know you care too much about me."

The more gentle Song Yuzhang was, the more Song Mingzhao felt that he was wrong, and tears rolled down his face.

Song Yuzhang patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "We are brothers, we should kiss each other, but fourth brother, no matter how close we are, there should be a limit to some things. Fourth brother, do you understand what I mean? ?”

Song Mingzhao was crying, and after hearing Song Yuzhang's words, his cheeks instantly flushed red, burning like a fire, as if his mind was suddenly pierced, his heart ached and he panicked, he didn't even shed tears, he bit his mouth hard Yes, even Song Yuzhang's embrace made him feel panicked, as if his whole body was exposed naked to Song Yuzhang's eyes, which was a kind of shame that was not concealed.

"……I see."

Song Yuzhang let him go, and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his face. Song Mingzhao wiped his face while listening to Song Yuzhang say: "Actually, I think this is pretty good. Third brother, fourth brother, you can live back and forth, and change every once in a while, or Say that you can live wherever you want today, live on both sides, anyway, the third brother often visits, the brothers often exchange and live, the relationship is also maintained, and it will not be crowded. It is the best of both worlds, fourth brother, you say Woolen cloth?"

Song Mingzhao couldn't say anything other than "good".

Song Mingzhao felt that he was being abused like Jesus, it was God's will, he could only bear it, he could only figure it out for himself, no one else could save him, he wiped away his tears, and slowly picked up the chopsticks in his hand, it was another form I was disheartened, but at least I came back, sticking it back like a dog's skin plaster.

After eating, Song Yuzhang got up, and Song Mingzhao also got up. He had no other request, but begged Song Yuzhang, "Xiaoyu, I miss you so much."

Song Yuzhang smiled and opened his arms, "Come on, give me a hug."

Song Mingzhao hugged him carefully.

Song Yuzhang's smell, Song Yuzhang's breath, Song Yuzhang's temperature... It's been a long time. It's really like not seeing each other every day. Song Mingzhao also feels that he is cheap, but he has no choice, he can't control himself.

Song Mingzhao carefully moved forward with his arms, and when he reached Song Yuzhang's waist, his arms touched something hard. He paused, and the outline seemed to be...

Song Mingzhao took it back like an electric shock, "Xiaoyu, why are you carrying a gun?"

Song Yuzhang glanced down, then smiled and pulled off his coat, "I bought it for self-defense."

"Be careful of fire." Song Mingzhao said worriedly.

Song Yuzhang put down his coat, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't wear it every day."

He is strong enough that he doesn't need to arm himself with a gun.