Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

But what puzzled Song Mo was that Nie Ziye was too calm about the fact that the person standing behind the conspiracy was his second uncle, as if he was not surprised at all.

Seeing his eager expression, Nie Ziye couldn't help laughing: "Should I still go through some mental struggles, show an unbelievable and incomprehensible look, and finally say, 'How is it possible, I don't believe it's him , after all, he is my second uncle' or something like that?"

Song Mo was amused by him, and his shoulders trembled and moved. Nie Ziye was worried that his movements would be too large and would drag the infusion tube, so he quickly pressed his shoulders and arms: "Be careful, if it's because the second uncle asked you to get this injection If it's crooked, I'll fight him hard."

"...Is it that serious?" Song Mo didn't blink, looking at Nie Ziye's side face which was so tense that his jaw was stretched into a line.

"What do you think?" Nie Ziye squeezed out the words between his teeth, and the hand holding his arm never let go.

Song Mo touched his nose with the remaining hand.Well, after he finished speaking, he was also a little sad. If the needle in the infusion deviated from the blood vessel, it would be really troublesome.

"Let's go back to the topic just now, your second uncle..."

"There's nothing to talk about. Skynet is very thorough. If he really did those things, it will be over if he collects evidence and gets punished by the law." Nie Ziye said.

Song Mo: "Then how are you going to find evidence?"

"Before we didn't know who our opponent was, and we were quite limited. Now that we know that he is behind the scenes, I naturally have a way."

Nie Ziye was still curious when he saw him, and the person who said "there is nothing to say" patiently added: "Second uncle has no real power in the company, if he wants to seize Nie's family, he will definitely cultivate it in private." My own people, as long as we follow these people down, we will always find something. Moreover, if there is no real power, there will be no corresponding power and funds, and there must be his accomplices in the top management of the Nie family or outside the company."

If it is someone outside the company, it is likely to be Nie's competitor, at least he is very familiar with Nie's.

After more than ten years, I still can't forget the rare earth resources in Nie's hands.

It is not surprising that they chose this time to attack Nie Ziye. The technology that was not available ten years ago is now available. Once it is developed, it is not an exaggeration to say that it will make you rich overnight.Moreover, the current state policy does not allow private mining, so there is no need to think about new private mining areas, but the old sites that have been bought by private individuals are not counted.

This is why they are willing to take risks.

These methods are too dirty, Nie Ziye actually didn't want to say it so clearly, so as not to stain Song Mo's ears.

Just thinking that these people have already set their sights on Song Mo, it is still necessary for him to prepare Song Mo mentally and be more vigilant.

"Hey." Song Mo didn't dare to move his arms, so he leaned his shoulders and rubbed against him, "Tell me, how are they going to get me to talk, will they threaten or lure?"

Nie Ziye's mind was completely attracted by his movement like a kitten rubbing his trouser legs. He only felt his heart being scratched by a cat's paw, so he didn't listen much, and only let out a nasal "hmm".

Song Mo repeated what he said just now, thinking that he was thinking, so he simply gave him an example: "For example, put pressure on me at school, threatening that I will not be allowed to go to school if I don't speak...or Give my dad's unit leader a warning, if I don't cooperate, my dad will lose his job or something."

Nie Ziye finally came back to his senses at this moment, he put his hand on Song Mo's forehead, his gaze was a bit complicated: "...Have you still had a fever?"

Song Mo: "..."

Nie Ziye: "That's because I've watched too much. I'm sick, but my imagination is still so rich." He rubbed Song Mo's head, and said softly, "Don't think too much, their hands can't reach that much yet. Long. You’re not the Emperor of Earth, how can you learn to cover the sky with one hand?”

Song Mo's mood is also very complicated. Nie Ziye is the character in the book, but he was ridiculed by the people in the book for being too imaginative.

It's not over yet.

The two chatted again and again.The old man on the two hospital beds opposite had been sleeping all the time, his voice was so loud that he didn't notice them at all.

After another long time, Song's father and Song's mother finally came back with hot lean meat porridge.Song's mother went to cut the fruit, Song's father opened the lid of the porridge bowl, carefully blew on the hot air, put it on the small table that came with the hospital bed, and said to Song Mo: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

"You eat too." Song Mo looked at Nie Ziye with sparkling eyes, "The extra portion is for you."

Nie Ziye was stunned, and saw that Dad Song really brought another bowl, and put some pickles into his bowl: "Xiao Mo has a mild taste, so I knew he wanted this bowl of pickles for you."

"...Thank you." Nie Ziye took it with both hands, lowered his eyes, but his heart was full of embarrassment.

He came from the company in a hurry, and he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

After seeing Song Mo, he had long forgotten his hunger. As long as he was by Song Mo's side, he could talk to him and listen to his reply. He felt very satisfied, and he didn't feel hungry at all.

Unexpectedly, Song Mo saw that he hadn't eaten.

"Sit down and eat, you're welcome." Father Song greeted him warmly, looking at Nie Ziye as if he was looking at his other son, "If it's not enough, you can tell us, 'Wangji Congee Shop' It's right in front of the hospital, very convenient."

"Here comes the fruit." Song Ma came over with a fruit plate with a smile.

The aroma of the food made the two elders on the opposite hospital bed unable to sleep any longer. They sat up sniffing, looked straight at it, and said to Dad Song: "Brother, what are you eating? Shall we try it too?"

Father Song was in a good mood, and said to them: "If you want to eat, I can run errands for you, but the ones on the table are not good, they are for my son and wife!"

Song Mo: "..."

Nie Ziye: "..."

son?daughter in law?The two uncles rubbed their eyes. How could they see that there were only two boys on the opposite side? Could it be that the more delicate one on the bed was actually a female doll?Also, not all girls nowadays have long hair.

Song Mo quietly tugged at Nie Ziye's trousers under the quilt, and lowered his voice: "Don't pay attention to them."

Nie Ziye hooked the corner of his lips, and pinched Song Mo's finger with his lowered hand without any trace: "Yeah."

Even if I told Song Mo that, Nie Ziye actually felt very comfortable hearing it. Although the titles like "sister-in-law" and "daughter-in-law" are not very nice, they mean the same as "partner", which means that the people around them love them. No prejudice.

This is tantamount to reducing the resistance for them to be together.

Although Nie Ziye didn't know why Song's father and Song's mother's attitude towards him changed overnight, but as long as it was a good thing, why should he care so much?

……

Song Mo's illness fully confirmed the saying "Illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread". The doctor said that he would be cured after two days of hanging water, but it took almost a week for him to fully recover.

In addition to looking thinner, he also gained needle holes on the back of his hands, and he couldn't look closely, otherwise trypophobia would attack.

The weather is still so cold, even after the Chinese New Year, the temperature has not yet risen.After Song Mosheng got sick, he found that he became a little afraid of the cold. He wore that turtleneck sweater with the heating on at home, and he wanted to wrap himself into a ball when he went out.

However, in this kind of weather, there are still people who dare to dress coolly and show their thighs. Song Mo really wants to say to the other party: Warrior!

Such "warriors" are not uncommon in this reception. Whether it is a young and beautiful girl or a married middle-aged lady, they are all dressed in expensive skirts, which are thin and can highlight their good figures.

On the other hand, Song Mo was wearing a suit and a long windbreaker on the outside. The inside of the windbreaker was still filled with cotton wool, which was very warm.

This reception was hosted by Jian Che's family. Jian Che, Nie Ziye, and Bai Fangchen were friends who grew up together, so they would naturally be invited to it. In addition, the partners who have business dealings with Jian Che's family formed a big room. The people were drinking and drinking, and it looked very lively.

"I said buddy, how long has it been since you came out to play with me!" Jian Che complained as soon as he saw Nie Ziye, "Last time it seemed to be a tennis court, and you disappeared halfway..."

Jian Che's memory is pretty good. When he saw Song Mo, he suddenly remembered something, and whispered to Nie Ziye, "I remember you were chasing this kid out, right? How, did you catch him?" ? Next time I have a cruise party or something, you can bring someone to play with you..."

Bai Fangchen casually took a piece of cake from the long table, and stuffed it into his mouth that kept chattering: "Do you have other things on your mind besides playing?"

Jian Che whimpered for a while, finally swallowed the cake, and said aggrievedly: "I am born to love to play, what's wrong, I am not like you, I took over the family business early, and recently even Ah Ye is like this, you all I'm busy, I'm the only one with nothing to do, I'm so empty, so lonely, so cold!"

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around himself, pretending to be cold.

Not to mention Bai Fangchen, even Nie Ziye took a few steps back, not really wanting to admit that he knew this guy.

The situation in Jian Che's family is different from theirs.Bai Fangchen is the only son, and everything in the family will be handed over to him sooner or later; Nie Ziye has a clear focus on his career. Even if he replaces his elder brother to take over the company now, he doesn't plan to do it for a long time, and is more interested in acting.Jian Che is different. There are several brothers and sisters in his family. Even counting the illegitimate children, they can form a football team. There have been many open and secret fights in these years.

Jian Che's nature is not suitable for fighting, he is passionate and loves freedom, he is very dissatisfied with the smog at home, and he feels more confused about the future, so based on the principle of being drunk today, let's play with him for three or two years first.

For Nie Ziye and Bai Fangchen, the past six months have been full of ups and downs, and each step is a different feeling, so they cherish every day.But as far as Jian Che is concerned, his life is either playing or playing, so he feels that time passes very quickly, and it passes in the blink of an eye. Before he can taste anything, things are already changing around him.

At this time, he realized that his two good friends were a little different from before.

Bai Fangchen's Mensao, who can't make a fart, can learn how to do it like others!And Nie Ziye, a guy who seldom puts his eyes on others, sometimes stares at someone ecstatically.

"What's going on over there..." Jian Che followed Nie Ziye's line of sight, and saw Song Mo, who was standing not far away, walking towards the other side of the hall.

As soon as he started asking this question, Nie Ziye hurriedly said "I'll go and have a look" and followed suit.

Jian Che opened his mouth, stared at Nie Ziye's back for a long time, and suddenly felt a little lost - after not seeing him for a long time, Aye has become an Aye he doesn't know.

He turned his head to look at Bai Fangchen again, and saw that this guy had walked to a place with few people at some point, and was making a sweet phone call. He didn't know who he was talking to, and the smile on his face was soaked in honey. It looks like it came out.

... This Bai Fangchen was not the one he knew anymore.

This time Jian Che was really envious and jealous.

Talking about love is amazing!

Song Mo was originally eating the buffet seriously, and was paying attention to whether anyone around him came to "set" him, so he deliberately separated from Nie Ziye.But he waited for a few minutes, but he didn't wait for anyone to come. Instead, he saw something happened to Zhuang Zhuang at the other end of the hall.

Zhuang Zhuang followed Zhou Qian. Zhou Qian seldom appeared in front of everyone since her husband's accident. This was the first time, so many people came to greet her in order to inquire about the news.It is inevitable that Zhou Qian will be a little negligent with Zhuang Zhuang. If she does not pay attention, the child will be stuck by the fishbone.

Song Mo rushed over when he saw Zhuang Zhuang's expression was wrong.

Zhou Qian was quite calm, she didn't yell, but she was in a hurry, she asked the waiter for a cup of vinegar, and put a big spoonful of rice in front of Zhuang Zhuang: "Swallow a mouthful of rice, swallow the fish bone It'll be fine, baby."

Zhuang Zhuang just shook his head, pinching his neck with two fleshy little hands, his little face flushed, "Don't... feel bad..."

"Let me see." Song Mo knelt down, held the little girl's wrist and gently pulled it away, "Don't be nervous, Zhuang Zhuang opens his mouth first, let me see your throat, and say 'ah—— '"

He turned out the flashlight on his phone and carefully shone it into Zhuang Zhuang's throat.

The two strong tonsils trembled slightly, and the throat seemed narrow, but because of this, he could see deeper.Fortunately, Zhuang Zhuang usually spends more time with Song Mo. Children are always a little resistant to doctors, but she doesn't have much resistance to Song Mo. She obediently follows his instructions and cooperates throughout the process.

It's just that the little girl was still frightened, afraid to speak, and her eyes were red.

"It's okay, this bone is not very big, I'll help you get it out." If he couldn't swallow it, he could only spit it out.

At this time, Nie Ziye also rushed over. He understood what was going on after watching for a few seconds, so he asked Song Mo, "Can I help you?"

"Press her for me." Song Mo thought for a while, then turned around, "Do you have any coins with you?"

"Ok?"

When Nie Ziye went out, he usually used his mobile phone or swiped his card. The wallet was full of all kinds of cards, and there were not many banknotes, let alone coins.

"Forget it, let me do it." Song Mo took out his wallet from his coat, unzipped the middle layer of zipper, took out a coin, and handed the wallet to Nie Ziye casually, "Help me get it. "

When Song Mo said "Help me hold her", Zhou Qian had already fucked herself, but Nie Ziye stood aside doing nothing.He watched Song Mo hold the coin and scrape a meridian on the side of Zhuang Zhuang's neck a few times like scraping the coin, and he was almost fascinated by the serious and focused expression.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Nie Ziye finally came to his senses when he heard Zhuang Zhuang coughing violently.

He wanted to go forward and return the wallet to the other party, but just as he lowered his head, he saw a familiar photo inside the slightly opened wallet.

This photo seems to be cut from somewhere, Nie Ziye is very familiar with that face, every day when he wakes up and looks in the mirror, he can see it—it is himself.

Then he thought about it again, and finally remembered—aren't these the photos that Cheng Lu developed to prove his "adultery" with Song Xing? He still remembered that among the photos Cheng Lu tore up, there was a I can't spell it.

Unexpectedly, that fragment would be in Song Mo's hands.

No, shouldn't he be thinking about why Song Mo put his photo in his wallet?

The author has something to say: Jian Che: I agreed that the three brothers would go together, but in the end I was the only single dog left.