Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Self-righteousness
Song Yuqiao looked at those bright black eyes filled with anticipation and joy, and his eyes became increasingly darker. "Well, I promised Jiajia."
"But I have one condition."
Song Jianan pursed his lips unhappily. Why so many conditions?
"Jia Jia is going home to stay this weekend."
Song Jianan glanced at him and saw that his eyes were gloomy and his expression was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, so he quickly looked away.
He pursed his lips and thought seriously. Song Yuqiao was unwilling to end this relationship, so he had no choice. It was him who wrote the agreement and signed it.
If I could live back in school and stay away from Song Yuqiao, maybe this year would be much better.
It was only a two-day weekend. At worst, he could just find an excuse to slip away. If he didn't want to, and tried to bargain with Song Yuqiao, he would definitely be at a disadvantage, so he nodded in agreement.
The wound on the back of Song Jianan's neck was deeper than usual, nearly biting off a chunk of flesh. The wound was not only disinfected but also bandaged. Before leaving, a nurse came to change the dressing.
The nurse's movements were gentle, but it still hurt; Song Jianan almost bit his lower lip.
Song Yuqiao stepped forward and held his hand. Although he didn't say anything, he glanced at the nurse with cold and unpleasant eyes, like a cold knife.
The nurse was horrified, sweating all over, and became more cautious in her movements.
Song Jianan had no time to pay attention to these things. He just subconsciously grabbed the hand tightly, and his round, pink nails dug deeply into the broad back of the hand. After enduring a burst of pain, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
The nurse put away the medical tools, told the two people the precautions to take during care, and then quickly left.
Song Jianan lay on the bed, looking listless.
Song Yuqiao ignored the scratched back of his hand, took a tissue from the side, bent down and wiped the sweat off his face carefully and meticulously.
When Song Jianan saw him, the pain in the back of his neck got worse. He was so annoyed that he turned his head away and rubbed the sweat on his forehead on the pillow. His voice came out from the pillow, muffled: "You don't have to wipe it."
Song Yuqiao stopped his hand in mid-air, his expression calm as he casually wiped away the scattered blood beads on the back of his hand and threw away the tissue.
After waiting for a few minutes, he estimated that Song Jianan had recovered, and then he spoke again: "Jia Jia, let's go home."
Song Jianan felt weak all over and didn't want to move at all, but he also didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer. After hesitating for two minutes, he had to get up.
His feet stepped on the ground, his steps felt a little unsteady, and he walked much slower.
On the side, Song Yuqiao slowed down his pace.
It's hot outside, so the air conditioner is on in the car.
Song Yuqiao found a thin blanket, leaned over and wanted to cover Song Jianan with it.
Song Jianan did not refuse. He watched Song Yuqiao's familiar eyebrows and eyes enlarge in front of him. His eyebrows and eyes were always cold, but when he was fierce, they would reveal a sharp edge.
At this moment, Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes and carefully covered the part below his neck tightly.
Song Jianan looked for a while, and before he looked up, he turned his head and looked out the window.
Song Yuqiao said: "If you feel uncomfortable, take a nap in the car. We will be home soon."
Song Jianan didn't listen to his words at first. Perhaps because of his poor physical condition, he gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep unknowingly.
He did not sleep well and woke up with a start as soon as he arrived at Xihe Garden.
When he woke up suddenly, his eyes were dazed and he didn't react when Song Yuqiao bent down to carry him out of the car. He was blinded by the sunlight and came back to his senses.
Song Yuqiao was already holding him and striding forward. The driver held a parasol for the two of them and sent them all the way into the villa before returning to drive the car back to the garage.
Song Yuqiao asked: "Do you want to go back to the bedroom and sleep for a while?"
Song Jianan shook his head: "No need."
Song Yuqiao put him on the sofa and went to the kitchen.
Song Jianan actually didn't want to do anything, but he didn't want to sleep either. After thinking about it, he turned on the TV and randomly picked a TV series.
He stared at the TV screen in a daze and didn't even notice when Song Yuqiao brought the fruit or when he left.
It was not until the housekeeper brought some snacks that he noticed some fruits on the table, including blueberries, cherries, and watermelon cut into small pieces of different shapes and sizes. The portions were not large, and he could finish them slowly by himself. He probably didn't need to eat lunch.
The housekeeper smiled and said, "The master bought some snacks for you. They are all natural and additive-free. You can eat them too."
Song Jianan took a few blueberries in his hand and ate them slowly, glancing at the snacks. He had eaten them before. Song Yuqiao always gave him these as gifts during the holidays. They tasted pretty good, but they didn't last long and had to be eaten up as soon as possible.
When he looked at the table full of food, he inexplicably felt that Song Yuqiao was feeding him like a pig.
Song Jianan stuffed another blueberry into his mouth and said vaguely, "Don't bother, I can't eat that much."
The housekeeper just smiled and said, "Just pick whatever you like. Leave some space for me. I'll go prepare lunch right away. There will be new people coming to our house tomorrow. I heard they are good at making soup. I'll make some soup for you then."
Song Jianan didn't say anything more and just nodded.
Anyway, whether it is the butler or the newcomer, they are all Song Yuqiao's people and will not listen to him.
The housekeeper added, "If you're bored and want to play with Lego, puzzles, or something else, just tell me and I'll prepare it for you."
Song Jianan shook his head and refused.
After chatting with the housekeeper and eating some fruit, he felt better and opened his phone to reply to a few unread messages.
One of the messages was that Xie Mao asked him if he had agreed on the part-time job for Saturday. Only then did he remember this matter. He quickly looked around and saw no one around. He took out the saved phone number, hesitated for a moment, and finally hid in the guest bathroom to make a call.
The person on the other end seemed very busy. When I answered his call, I only heard the beginning of his speech. He told me the time and place in a hurry, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.
Song Jianan frowned, somewhat unsure whether the other party meant to directly decide on him, but he didn't ask him anything. Wasn't it a bit too hasty to recruit someone like this?
He held his phone and thought, let's wait until Saturday to see what the situation is.
At lunch, Song Yuqiao came down from the second floor, and Song Jianan realized that he had been at home all the time.
Song Yuqiao sat next to him as usual. He held the bowl and concentrated on eating.
Suddenly, there was a chopstick of vegetables in the bowl.
"Eat some vegetables."
Song Yuqiao said.
Song Jianan hated his self-righteous, condescending attitude, which made him feel as if everyone had to listen to him unconditionally.
He glared at the vegetables in the bowl, picked some out, threw them into Song Yuqiao's bowl, and returned them to him.
"I don't want to eat it. If you want to eat it, you can eat it yourself."
He decided not to eat any vegetables for the next few days.
Song Yuqiao looked at the vegetables, then looked at the angry faces of the people around him, sighed in his heart, retracted his gaze, and ate the vegetable.
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