Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Planning to "Break Up"

Song Jianan originally just wanted to seduce Song Yuqiao and make him happy. Anyway, he and Song Yuqiao were separated by a screen and could not do anything.

But he didn't expect Song Yuqiao to say such a thing. Could there be something else he didn't know about through the screen?

He gritted his teeth and stammered, "Brother, how do I step on it?"

Song Yuqiao's eyes were dark, and he instructed him in a hoarse voice.

Song Jianan blushed when he heard this, as if Song Yuqiao was sitting opposite him, gently stretching out his foot.

It felt like I really touched something under my feet.

It's very big, and the bulging blue veins are a bit painful to the feet.

He looked up at Song Yuqiao, and was stared at by him. For some reason, he didn't dare to be perfunctory.

She pursed her lips and finally moved her feet.

He heard a low gasp and saw Song Yuqiao's hand moving.

A pair of narrow eyes looked over at me solemnly.

Song Jianan's cheeks flushed, his hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes.

The heavy breathing was amplified, as if it was right next to the ear, and the warm breath sprinkled on the earlobe, bringing a tingling sensation.

He vaguely heard a sound, very light, as if it came from the soles of his feet, which was impossible to ignore.

Song Jianan's breathing also became a little rapid.

After a long time.

Song Yuqiao said, "How about Jiajia and brother be together?"

Song Jianan opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, his black pupils were moist and a little hazy.

Guided by that bewitching voice, the slender white fingers gently bent their knuckles.

It is normal for a Beta, but much smaller than an Alpha.

Song Yuqiao was not satisfied, "Jia Jia, let brother see."

Song Jianan bit his lips, and the soft and tender lip flesh seemed to overflow from his white teeth.

He gripped the phone tightly with five fingers, the camera lens was shaking, and his eyes showed helplessness.

It was not until Song Yuqiao's voice sounded again that he followed suit awkwardly.

Thousands of miles apart, in two completely different rooms, their breathing was almost synchronized.

In the end, Song Jianan couldn't help himself and fell limply on the bed, his rosy lips slightly opened, exhaling hot breath.

The hand holding the phone drooped limply over her belly button, and the camera just presented the most suitable viewing angle.

Song Yuqiao stared at him straight and sighed, "So cute, why does it look like he's blowing bubbles? Is Jiajia Xiaoyuer?"

Song Jianan didn't react at once. He was stunned for a moment, and opened his lips in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he managed a very quiet retort: ​​"You are the little fish."

Song Yuqiao gave a short, muffled laugh, "Then brother will show Jiajia who is the little fish blowing bubbles."

Song Jianan stared with his eyes wide open and subconsciously wanted to look away, but Song Yuqiao ordered him to look at the screen.

He could only stare at Song Yuqiao blankly.

This is not just blowing bubbles, it's clearly a flood.

He suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this description. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.

"Jia Jia, did you see it clearly? Hmm?"

Song Jianan looked around and made a series of random "hmm" and "ah" sounds.

Fortunately, Song Yuqiao didn't intend to embarrass him. He took a tissue and wiped it slowly while chatting with him.

He seemed to have forgotten to switch to the front camera. Song Jianan saw his every move clearly. His face turned red, but he didn't dare to remind him. He had to shrink him down so that he couldn't see clearly. Only then did he feel relieved.

After they both cleaned up, Song Jianan lay down in bed. While Song Yuqiao was still in high spirits, he eagerly asked, "Brother, did you ask someone to delete the surveillance video?"

Song Yuqiao suppressed the urge to ask his assistant to book a plane ticket for Jiajia to fly over overnight. His eyes gradually returned to a clear and cold expression. "Delete it. Jiajia, don't worry. Brother will never break his promise."

Song Jianan smiled in his dark eyes and nodded vigorously, "I believe my brother, I just wanted to ask."

The purpose of the call was achieved, so he said he was going to sleep and quickly hung up.

Song Yuqiao stared at the chat box between the two for a moment, opened the shopping app, ordered some items, and booked them for delivery tomorrow.

*

Song Jianan confirmed that the surveillance footage had been deleted, and the next day he told Butler Xue that he had made an appointment with his friends to go out and play.

Butler Xue smiled and said, "I'll have the driver take you there."

Song Jianan: "No need to bother, I'll take a taxi."

Butler Xue: "The master has instructed that your driver must accompany you when you travel during this period."

Song Jianan was a little reluctant, "Sister Xue, I'm an adult, not a child, and I won't get lost. So I don't need a driver to accompany me, right?"

If the driver followed him, wouldn't he be exposed? He wasn't that stupid.

Butler Xue was helpless. "This is the master's order. Please don't embarrass us, young master."

Seeing that she was unmoved, Song Jianan felt a little discouraged, but he still planned to go out first and find an opportunity to get rid of the driver.

He had no choice but to send a message to ask Xie Mao if he was free and ask him out to deal with the driver who followed him.

After getting a definite reply, he went out.

He and Xie Maoxian met in a cafe. Neither of them liked coffee, so they sat down and ordered a cup of milk tea each.

Xie Mao glanced at the driver sitting far away in the corner and asked, "What's going on? Why are your family members still concerned about your travel?"

Song Jianan looked hesitant. He needed Xie Mao's help, but he didn't know how to explain it to him.

Xie Mao sighed and took the initiative to help him clear up the matter: "Is your boyfriend controlling you?"

Boy friend?

Song Jianan was a little confused. He didn't have a boyfriend?

Seeing his reaction, Xie Mao almost suspected that he had guessed wrong, but then he knew that Song Jianan must have been confused. He said, "Don't hide it from me. You're in urgent need of a part-time job. Why would you waste money buying a bed at school?"

He glanced out the window at the black car Song Jianan had taken when he arrived. "The car that picked you up was a luxury car with a driver."

He tapped the back of her neck again, "You had an injury here before. If I'm not mistaken, your boyfriend is an Alpha, and he bit you, thinking he mistook you for an Omega."

Song Jianan stared at him in amazement as he analyzed it bit by bit. He and Song Yuqiao... were they so obvious?

However, Xie Mao's "boyfriend" gave him a good excuse. He didn't have to hide everything from Xie Mao, although he didn't hide much...

He lowered his eyelashes uncomfortably, took a sip of milk tea, and then admitted guiltily: "You guessed it all, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just didn't know how to say it."

He licked his lips and continued, "My boyfriend doesn't like me working part-time, so he asked the driver to follow me because he's afraid I'll go without telling him."

Xie Mao: "So you're quitting your part-time job with Senior Sister Wen Xue because of him?"

Song Jianan was surprised: "How did you know?"

Xie Mao was helpless: "That's easy to guess."

Song Jianan blinked and said, "Okay."

Xie Mao took the initiative to ask: "Do you need me to help you get rid of the driver?"

Song Jianan nodded with surprise, "Yes, yes."

The two of them discussed their next plan in a low voice.

Song Jianan asked again: "Do you know that our school can mail your diploma?"

Xie Mao: "Of course, you can send it. Are you planning to leave school early?"

Song Jianan nodded and said, "I want to leave Yunjing as soon as possible."

Xie Mao thought for a while and asked, "What about your boyfriend? He's not from Yunjing?"

Song Jianan was stunned by the question. Guilty, he avoided Xie Mao's gaze, scratched the wall of the cup, thought for a long time, and then said embarrassedly, "I plan to break up with him."

Then, she vaguely gave a reason for breaking up: "He controls me too much, and I don't like it."

Xie Mao seemed to believe it and gave him some advice: "If his family has a good background, you should try to break up with him peacefully. If he keeps pestering you——"

Xie Mao frowned and said, "Come to me and I'll help you find a solution."

Song Jianan planned to save enough money and get his internship certificate, then secretly leave Yunjing early. Naturally, he didn't expect to need Xie Mao's help, but he was still very grateful to Xie Mao.

After finishing their milk tea, the two left the cafe and asked the driver to take them to a nearby shopping mall, where they wandered around aimlessly.

The driver followed far behind.

After coming out of a men's clothing store, Song Jianan suddenly had a stomachache and went to the bathroom.

Xie Mao got bored waiting outside, so he pulled the driver over, affectionately called him Uncle Liu, and talked to him about all sorts of things.

Half an hour later, the driver noticed something unusual. Why hadn't the young man come out yet?

He glanced at Mr. Xiao's friend with some suspicion and quickly ended the topic: "I'll go in and see why Mr. Xiao hasn't come out yet."

When he went in and looked through every cubicle, there was no sign of the young master!

When I came out of the bathroom in a panic, Mr. Xiao’s friend was gone!

The air conditioning in the mall was turned up high, but he still broke out in a cold sweat that soaked his back. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to tell his husband.

But I still gritted my teeth and dialed my husband's number.

In a taxi.

Song Jianan sent a message to Xie Mao, saying that he had already gotten in the car. After receiving a reply from Xie Mao, he sent a message to the driver, explaining that he was just out playing with Xie Mao and told him not to look for him as he would be home in the evening.

Only then did he put away his phone and looked forward to taking pictures of the model in a good mood.

The boss told him that he had to shoot six sets of photos this time, and the salary he offered was not as high as that offered by Senior Sister Wen Xue, but it was also very good. One set of photos would earn him 800 yuan, and six sets of photos would earn him 4,800 yuan.

When he thought about the money in the card increasing again, he couldn't suppress his joy.

*

In front of the old tube building.

Tang Yiwen looked up and glanced at the familiar house. There was a chemical plant nearby, and most of the people living in the residential buildings here were workers from the factory.

For example, Song Jianan’s biological parents are an ordinary working-class couple. His father is named Zhang Peng and his mother is named Yu Yan.

Ever since he met Yuxuan, he disliked Zhang Peng and his wife.

But for his good friend Yuxuan, he walked up the dim stairwell and knocked on an old door.

The knocking on the door continued. Yu Yan yawned, smoothed her chestnut curly hair, and opened the door impatiently. "Who is it? Why are you not sleeping so early in the morning? Knock on your mother!"

Her slightly narrowed eyes opened, and bright golden light emerged. She looked up at the window at the stairs.

It’s already noon.

During this period, I went out to play with my sisters every day, living a life of drunkenness and dreams, with my day and night reversed. Suddenly, I was woken up by someone and the curtains in the room were drawn tightly. For a moment, I couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

Her brows and eyes were sleepy, and she did not hide her irritation. She glanced at the strange young man, guessing he was still a student, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tang Yiwen frowned quickly in disgust and forced a smile. "Auntie, I'm Zhang Jianan's friend. He said a few days ago that he would take me to Mingxi Villa in his Maybach, but he hasn't been to school recently. I heard that he lives here, so I came to see him. Is he sick? I wonder if he still keeps his promise?"

"Zhang Jianan?" Yu Yan was surprised, then a little disgusted. "He has nothing to do with us anymore. You've come to the wrong place."

But she was still thinking about what he had just said.

She knew that only rich or noble people could enter Mingxi Villa.

Zhang Jianan can come and go as he pleases and drives a Maybach worth several million dollars. His life is even more comfortable than at home.

She suddenly felt that the money she received was a little too little, barely enough for her to buy a house of several hundred square meters in the city center. After buying the house, she and Zhang Peng would still need money for expenses.

Tang Yiwen's mind works very quickly.

The Song family had no intention of continuing to adopt Song Jianan, but Yu Yan said that Song Jianan had nothing to do with them. Given Yu Yan and Zhang Peng's temperament, they would never let go of a money-making machine. That meant Song Jianan would not break off relations with them. Someone must have intervened, either using tough measures to make them unable to resist, or exchanging them with extremely tempting conditions, or both.

This person is probably Song Yuqiao.

It turns out that he is a disloyal person. He doesn't even care about his own brother so much!

Tang Yiwen pretended to be surprised and tried to persuade him, "Did he have a conflict with you and run away from home? Don't be angry, he is your biological child. Even if there are some minor conflicts, he should come back. This is his home. No matter how well he lives outside, he should always miss you as his mother."

Yu Yan thought to herself that since Zhang Jianan was living a good life, he should be thinking about his parents.

She glanced at the young man in front of her, and thought that Zhang Jianan would rather take a stranger to Mingxi Villa in a Maybach and not care about his biological parents at all, so she looked even more unfriendly towards the man in front of her.

"At such a young age, you've already meddled in other people's affairs!"

Slam the door shut.

Yu Yan was no longer sleepy and her brows were filled with joy.

A few days ago, I was complaining to Zhang Peng about not being able to spend enough money. Now, Zhang Jianan is dating a rich man. I can ask him to give more money to the family, so that we can have money to spend again!

She forgot all about not being allowed to have any contact with Zhang Jianan or to go to see Zhang Jianan.

If the son voluntarily associates with his parents and gives money to the family, who cares?

When she thinks about her luxurious facial masks and top-tier luxury bags, she can buy them all home! Her sisters will be so jealous if they know about it!

She was overjoyed and walked to the bedside and woke up Zhang Peng, who was drunk.

Outside Zhang's house.

Tang Yiwen smiled sincerely, turned around and went downstairs, and immediately returned to his expressionless face.

Of course, Yuxuan didn't ask him to say those words just now. Yuxuan only asked him to remind Zhang Peng and his wife to bring Song Jianan home.

But Tang Yiwen felt that Yuxuan had been wronged last night because of Song Jianan, and it was too unfair to let Song Jianan go just like that.

Song Jianan should definitely experience the same suffering that Yuxuan has gone through.