Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

In line with the idea of ​​"sooner or later they will become a family", Song Mo was very patient with this untimely future brother-in-law, and his tolerance was much higher than that of his clients.He pointed to Nie Ziye's face: "Well, why don't you find a place to sit down and talk?"

The street in the night market is crowded with people, even in the early hours of the morning, it is very lively, let alone the time just after lunch.

Nie Ziye was in a hurry when he got out of the car, without any mask and sunglasses.He is tall and has a good figure, and his handsome and perfect facial features are very recognizable. Standing on the side of the road at this time, many people have already looked at him frequently, but they are not sure whether he is a big star or not.

Nie Ziye obviously thought of this too, he nodded slightly, put the stack of tickets that Song Mo had not accepted back into his wallet and stuffed them into his pocket casually, then reached out and grabbed Song Mo's wrist, and opened the passenger's door.

Song Mo: "You don't need to catch me, I can get in the car by myself."

The only one who answered him was Nie Ziye with a slightly curved mouth: "From what I don't know much about you, you are not as obedient as you appear on the surface."

He insisted on watching Song Mo fasten his seat belt and close the door before he quickly returned to the driving seat with his head down.

"That's because you don't know me well enough. People who know me say that I have a very good personality." Song Mo said to him with bright black eyes.

The corners of Nie Ziye's eyes twitched, he had seen what it meant to tell lies with open eyes.

"Have you had dinner?" Nie Ziye drove out of this chaotic street without waiting for his answer, and within a few minutes, he parked the car in the parking lot in front of a restaurant near the viaduct.

He is obviously familiar with the roads in this area, and he can even find this kind of "big hidden in the city" restaurant.

——Although it is in the city center, because there is a residential building next to it that is about to be demolished, passers-by will pay attention to the scaffolding outside the building at a glance, and few people will notice that the short one on the side looks stylish Not bad restaurant.

"...I didn't eat." After the car was parked, Song Mo uttered these two words.

He was not hungry at first, but after seeing the dazzling array of food through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, Song Mo felt that his intestines moved faster, and the secretion of saliva also exceeded the normal level.

He's still a grown teenager, that's normal.

Song Mo comforted himself.

This time Nie Ziye got out of the car not only wearing a mask and sunglasses, but also a stylish baseball cap on his head. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was fully armed.

The two entered the restaurant one after the other. Both of them were tall and slender with long legs. Even though Nie Ziye blocked his face tightly, the delicate and delicate Song Mo behind him didn't look very ordinary, but still attracted his attention. The eyes of some guests present.

However, the two quickly found a corner seat and sat down, staying away from the crowd in a low-key manner. After quickly ordering two meals, even the waiter didn't dare to disturb them.

"Actually, I saw you this afternoon, but you were running too fast and didn't see me." Nie Ziye tore off the mask, picked up a piece of beef tendon and bit down, "Your sister is worried that you will be tricked into borrowing money from the Internet." Loan, I didn't answer your phone call."

"I turned off the phone..." Song Mo's cell phone is Song Xing's old cell phone, which is still flipped, and the battery is so old that it can be charged for two hours and talk for two minutes, so he turns off the phone directly when he is usually working.

Nie Ziye didn't ask him why he turned off the phone, but said: "I'll explain it to your family after I go back. Although I knew that the money had nothing to do with the online loan after seeing Mr. Guo, it's nothing to do with it." Did you earn it from a serious job?"

"..." Song Mo was really in trouble for a while, because the other party was half right, he was an unlicensed masseur.

But when he listened to Nie Ziye's words, he felt that it was particularly harsh. Obviously what he was doing was the serious meaning of the word massage, but the other party understood it as an extended meaning.

"Although the place of work doesn't look very serious, the content of my work is still very serious." Song Mo had to mention it, and after he finished speaking, he realized that his explanation was no better than Guo Ang's, it was quite pale impotent.

Sure enough, Nie Ziye continued to ask: "Oh, let me ask you a question, what is your job?"

"……massage."

Song Mo could tell from Nie Ziye's expression that he really thought of the extended meaning.

"It's a massage in the literal sense, not a special service under the guise." Song defaulted his eyes open, half leaned up and put his face in front of Nie Ziye, "Look at my face, is there any indulgence?" -Traces of excessive desire?"

Nie Ziye almost poked his fork onto the empty plate.The young man brought his face so close that he could see the fluff on the opponent's face clearly. Under the long eyelashes were a pair of round eyes that seemed to be talking, like a cat.

The dark brown pupils reflected Nie Ziye's slightly surprised face. Although the young man's skin was white, it was not pale. The firm skin was full of youthful vitality, and his lips were healthy and ruddy.

Song Mo did not lie, he looked very healthy, unlike those sensual people Nie Ziye had seen.First of all, those people's eyes are cloudy, it is absolutely impossible to be so clear.

Nie Ziye was stunned for a long while, then pressed the boy's shoulders and pushed him back: "Well... I understand, don't stand up suddenly, I have very good eyesight and can see."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Song Mo's body is a little short-sighted. He usually doesn't wear glasses. It's okay to look at computers and mobile phones that are close to each other. Things that are more than ten meters away will be a little blurry, which makes Song Mo develop a This habit of moving forward in order to see things clearly.

He stood up just now to observe Nie Ziye's expression, and seeing that there was no suspicion or disgust on the other side's face other than surprise, his heart was more than half relieved.

Although the other party's tone was a little blunt, it seemed that he was not hated by his future brother-in-law.

And Nie Ziye, who spoke bluntly, was also indescribably relieved. At the same time, there was a joy that was completely different from the blunt tone. It was so slight that even the person involved didn't notice it.

The atmosphere of the next meal gradually improved, and Nie Ziye stopped asking Song Mo about the massage, and instead cared about him filling out his volunteer application.

At this time, it was only a week after the end of the college entrance examination, and the results had not yet come out, but the answers to the examination papers of various provinces had begun to appear on the Internet, so you can estimate your own scores.

Even though Nie Ziye applied for the film academy back then, his college entrance examination scores ranked high in the city, and his Weibo was badly posted. Every year, an artist's college entrance examination would pull Nie Ziye out for comparison.

Don't look at Nie Ziye's aloof appearance, as if he doesn't care about anything, after in-depth chat, Song Mo discovered that he actually knows a lot, and he even knows exactly which majors are better in major universities.

Song Mo felt that after listening to his speech, the whole person opened up a lot.

Before crossing, his life was confined to a mountain forest, and he had no employment pressure. Although he had a certain degree of understanding of the outside world, he had no experience of integrating into society.Nie Ziye's experience is not only more reliable than Song Mo's own understanding, but also more practical than the hearsay of Song's parents.

"How do you know so clearly?" Song Mo asked curiously, "And you were admitted to the Film Academy in advance, weren't you?"

"I have a relatively good memory. I can still remember the information I collected during the college entrance examination." Nie Ziye didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance when he said these words.

However, he still saw envy without any impurities in Song Mo's eyes, full of admiration and admiration like a small animal.

Nie Ziye also had a better and better impression of Song Mo. After the misunderstanding was cleared up, he communicated with the other party even more without any grievances.Those big moist eyes looked at him full of thirst for knowledge. Even if what he said was just common sense, the other party was quite flattering, which made him feel a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

Both parties were quite satisfied with the meal, Nie Ziye took out a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth: "It's so late, I'll take you home."

Song Mo looked at him, and guessed in his heart that the other party should still be out of love for the house, so he didn't refuse: "Okay, brother Nie."

After a meal, Song Mo's address to Nie Ziye changed from "you" to "Brother Nie".

As soon as Nie Ziye put on the mask, he heard a slight click of a button on the table next to the potted plant, and then a white light flashed quickly, and he reacted: "Someone secretly took pictures!"

The people at the next table seemed to have noticed that Nie Ziye had spotted him, and quickly ran out of the restaurant from another aisle, walking like flying, looking experienced.

Nie Ziye was about to catch up, but saw someone moving faster than him, rushing out like a white whirlwind, and was about to overtake him.

He quickly followed, and the three of them ran into the parking lot. Before Nie Ziye could catch his breath, he saw a hard black object flying towards him.

Nie Ziye caught it in a hurry, and after a closer look, he realized that it was a mobile phone.The screen was still on, and the interface happened to be a photo album, which clearly captured the picture of Song Mo half standing up and approaching Nie Ziye, and the picture of Nie Ziye's hand on the other's shoulder. These pictures were taken from outside the window. Shot with high resolution.

The next few photos were taken in the store, just as they were about to leave.There is some overlap between the two figures, and it looks like they are hugging.

The angles were captured so well that even Nie Ziye felt that this group of photos was a bit ambiguous.

"You...you can't do this, it's an invasion of my privacy!" The paparazzi was grabbed by the collar by Song Mo, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break away from Song Mo's hand strangely, he yelled and wanted to Attracting others to come over, taking the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, "The big star is beating the reporter! Help!"

"Don't pay attention to him, delete those photos quickly, I'll help you block them." Song Mo whispered to Nie Ziye.

The paparazzi shouted even harder, Song Mo smiled coldly: "Okay, I don't mind really helping Brother Nie beat you up."

Immediately afterwards, under the nervous and terrified eyes of the paparazzi, Song Mo held the other party's collar with one hand, raised one hand and two fingers together, and quickly tapped the paparazzi a few times like a swimming snake.Soon he spread his fingers again, turned the person over, and patted several places on his back vigorously.

Amidst the paparazzi screaming in pain, Nie Ziye deleted those photos and casually noticed that Song Mo had a pair of beautiful hands.

Those hands are very flexible, they look slender and well-defined, but they are actually weak and boneless. The few knocks on the paparazzi just now are very beautiful, just like playing the piano.

He even regretted for a moment that those hands were not used on himself.

Of course, only for a short moment.

Because the unlucky paparazzi was already shouting hoarsely, and his limbs twitched and fell to the ground. He looked as if he had been beaten, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he murmured: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... ..."

"You... really hit him?" Nie Ziye wondered if he was distracted and missed some part just now.

"No, I just gave him a massage." Song Mo spread his hands innocently, with a pure smile on his face, "It's just like the massage I gave to the youngest Guo, very gentle."

very gentle...gentle...soft...of...

Nie Ziye suddenly shivered, feeling that the night wind in June was a bit cold.

'My brother is very cute and innocent...'

'He has a soft personality and is often bullied at school...'

"He is as weak and weak as a girl, and it is easy to suffer..."

Nie Ziye remembered Song Xing's description of her younger brother, and then looked at the boy who sat in the passenger seat and put on his seat belt, and suddenly his expression became a little complicated.

Hmm... Most of the time, they are really good, Nie Ziye added in his heart, as long as he doesn't provoke this little wild cat pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.