Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

"If I remember correctly, the data from more than ten years ago will not be backed up on the computer, and all that is stored in the company's vault." Nie Ziye glanced at the people present, "The Datong Bay project is indeed It’s a thing of the past, but there are still people who still think about it, and taking risks is tantamount to exposing themselves.”

Taking all the expressions and reactions of the people present into his eyes, Nie Ziye finally said coldly: "No matter who this person is, one day, I will find him out."

The meeting came to an end, and the black hand behind the scenes still hasn't surfaced, but the other party has already shown its feet, and Nie Ziye has not gained anything.

The only person who can be crucified in this matter is Cheng Lu. Before the police took her away, Nie Ziye asked her: "Who is the person who shared the overseas account with you?"

Cheng Lu's demeanor was close to madness, and her eyes were burning. Her facial features twisted and said, "No one! I'm the only one, are you satisfied with this answer? Hahahaha... Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!"

"Soon...you, you, and you..." She pointed her fingers back and forth between Nie Ziye, Song Mo and Song Xing, and shouted hoarsely, "You are all going to die! You are all going to hell!"

Cheng Lu's crazy appearance stunned the detainees next to her, and she almost broke free. It was Bai Fangchen who quickly grabbed her arm and reminded the police with a cold face: "She is very good at acting, she looks crazy, but in her heart Be calm, and be careful."

The police quickly handcuffed Cheng Lu's wrists and thanked Bai Fangchen.

"You're welcome, this is what all upright citizens should do." When Bai Fangchen spoke, he didn't even give Cheng Lu a look. He seemed to know exactly what to do to deal a greater blow to this woman.

In the end, Cheng Lu was sent to the police car while screaming.

Song Xing watched her leave, and said with emotion: "She is a good second-generation rich lady, why would she do such a thing?"

"She has imitated your behavior. If there is one person in this world who imitates you the most, she is the only one." Bai Fangchen's tone was filled with obvious disgust, and he held Song Xing's hand tightly, "But No matter how imitated she is, she is still a fake and will never be as good as you."

Song Xing blushed slightly, and whispered something to him.

The whispers between lovers can only be heard by the two of them.

Song Mo craned his neck to listen, but he didn't hear anything, and Nie Ziye hooked his neck and turned him to another direction: "Children, don't be curious about adults."

"I'm not young anymore, I'm an adult!" Song Mo protested as he struggled in his arms.

"Then this 'adult' kid, I'm going to have supper now, do you want to come with me?" Nie Ziye asked with a smile.

Song Mo thought for a while, and finally compromised: "...Come."

After leaving his sister a space for her lover to be alone, Song Mo and Nie Ziye went back to the university city and ate supper in the cafeteria.

The school cafeteria remains open until 11pm.When they went, a group of students who just finished their club activities were also sitting in it eating supper, and the TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting the situation of the Silver Hydrangea Film Festival.

No one noticed that the person who was supposed to be sitting in the awards ceremony was actually eating cheap supper in the cafeteria.

Seeing the two bottles of drinks that Nie Ziye bought from the grocery store, because they looked a bit like wine bottles, Song Mo immediately thought of Nie Ziye's second uncle who depended on the face of the waiter when he drank.

"Why have I never heard you say that you have a second uncle?" Song Mo asked after taking two sips of his drink through the straw.

His second uncle didn't seem to be mentioned in the original book, maybe he showed his face before, but was ignored by Song Mo.

"Our relationship with Second Uncle is very ordinary." Nie Ziye spoke naturally, and never concealed his indifference in front of Song Mo, "After my parents had an accident, Second Uncle, who was supposed to preside over the funeral, did not because he was afraid of being retaliated. Stand up, and in the end, the elder brother who has not yet graduated from school will preside over the overall situation and take over the company's affairs."

"No wonder I saw you ignore him today." Song Mo understood, that second uncle was really a helpless idiot, even worse than his nephew who was a generation younger than himself.

And this way, Song Mo also knew why Nie Ziye didn't suspect his brother.Brothers who support each other in adversity have gone through all kinds of storms, how could they turn against each other because of this provocation?

What's more, Nie Ziye has never interfered with the company's affairs, he can get the company's dividends without doing anything, why does his brother have to deal with him?

"After my parents had an accident, my second uncle was a transparent person in the company, living with a salary and a small dividend." Nie Ziye added, "We only see him during Chinese New Year, and he rarely takes the initiative. The contact with us is probably because he felt ashamed to see us after the car accident."

"But I think he is quite warm to you today." Song Mo said strangely.

"If I'm blamed, my brother will also be questioned by the higher-ups, so wouldn't his life in the company be even more difficult?" Nie Ziye shook his head and said, "Even if I'm not an actor, I can tell the difference." Whether a person is sincere or false."

Probably because he didn't want to continue this topic, Nie Ziye suggested that the content of the post-meal digestion was to teach Song Mo how to play volleyball.

"What I promised you before, now I will honor it in advance." Nie Ziye said.

"It's not good to exercise right after eating..." Song Mo still resisted a little. For these ball games that are not difficult in the eyes of others, he avoided them as much as he could, because he used to have no problems at all. been touched.

However, Nie Ziye has already aggressively pulled him to the gymnasium: "Escaping won't solve the problem, don't you want to wait until you are on the court to find out that you can't even compare to a one-armed man?"

Song Mo turned to look at him in surprise: "How do you even know this?"

There are only two classes for their majors, and there are seven boys in total. They barely make up a team, and one of them broke his arm.

Nie Ziye curled his lips: "There are very few things I want to know that I can't find out."

"Tsk tsk." Song Mo curled his lips. Although there is no assistant Lu in the university city, as long as Nie Ziye smiles, the little girl can be fascinated. I wish I could give him my home address, let alone the sports meeting. up.

"What are you thinking about again?" Nie Ziye patted his forehead, "I must have thought of something good."

"No...no." Song Mo blinked innocently.

Nie Ziye patted him on the head again: "I don't know you yet, take it and show me a ball first."

After learning that he had to participate in the sports meeting, Song Mo also searched the relevant rules of volleyball on Baidu to know what is going on with the ball.

What you know is what you know, but there is still a gap between what you really do and what you imagine.

The volleyball used in the gymnasium is the same as that used in the official competition. It is the hard volleyball. When beginners do not use enough strength, they will hurt their wrists.In particular, Song Mo deliberately threw the ball quite high in order to be more accurate. The acceleration due to gravity...

Song Mo subconsciously said "Ouch".

Nie Ziye held his wrist, and touched the reddened area with his thumb: "Clamp your arms tighter, use more force, don't use your wrist to catch the ball, use the plane formed by your forearm to catch the ball, like this..."

He grabbed Song Mo's wrists with one hand, pulled him to straighten his arms, turned his arms inside out to form a flat surface, and then patted it lightly to show that this posture was considered qualified.

"Don't touch it, it's itchy..." Song Mo shrank his arms. The skin on the inner side of the arm was much more delicate and sensitive than the outer one. Suddenly, someone patted him. The force was so light, it didn't hurt but itched.

However, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party grabbed his wrist even tighter.

"Don't move, I'm teaching you the correct hitting posture!" Nie Ziye patted the sensitive spot again, with a serious expression, "Body memory is better than how many Baidu you read, remember just now The feeling that I photographed you."

"……Oh."

Nie Ziye asked him to keep this position, and walked around behind Song Mo, pressed his shoulders to make him squat slightly, and helped him adjust his center of gravity: "That's almost it."

"Are you sure?" Song Mo didn't dare to move in a half-squat. After maintaining this position for a long time, he always felt that his legs were about to shake.

Nie Ziye simply hugged him from behind, and supported his center of gravity with his arms: "Silly, don't really squat on the ground."

Song Mo: "...This posture is quite silly."

After insisting on it for a few minutes, he waved his hand to express that he would not study, and made an appointment another day.

The young man's soft hair brushed Nie Ziye's face lightly, making people's hearts slightly hot, hot and itchy, like suffering.

Standing in Nie Ziye's position, he can kiss Song Mo's naked nape just by lowering his head. There are still thin beads of sweat on Song Mo's fair skin.

"It's enough to learn the basics. Anyway, the focus of the sports meeting is to participate, so don't push yourself too hard." Nie Ziye restrained his impulse and glanced aside.

He found that his voice was a little hoarse than usual when he spoke, but Nie Ziye tried his best to pretend that it was no different from usual.

"That's what I thought too. It's fine if you know how to fight, and you don't want to win the championship." Song Mo clapped his hands and stood up straight, turning his head and smiling at Nie Ziye.

He doesn't have much desire to compete in this kind of sports. Anyway, in his opinion, the few in his class don't play very well. He just needs to ensure that he has an average level in the class and is satisfied without being laughed at.

Nie Ziye's throat rolled down, and he also smiled at him: "Be careful not to get hurt. It's hard for a doctor to heal himself. Others don't have your massage skills. If you sprain and bruise, don't blame me for not knowing how to do it."

Song Mo thought of one time when the filming was over, he gave Nie Ziye a massage, and the other party said that in return, he would also massage him.As a result, Nie Ziye's hands were too hard, his shoulders were pinched red, and there was a cry like a pig being slaughtered in the room, which shocked the assistant director next door to come over and ask what happened.

When Song Mo heard what he said, he subconsciously rubbed his shoulders: "Okay, I must be careful not to get hurt."

He will not let Nie Ziye have this opportunity.

The author has something to say: Nie Zi·Massage Killer·Ye: I only massage Xiao Mo.

Song Mo: No, I thank you, see you in debt!