Chapter 34 Chapter 34 A Moment of Possession
That night, Song Jianan was particularly clingy.
Song Yuqiao was having a meal. Even though he was full and didn't want to eat more, he still wanted to sit next to Song Yuqiao.
If Song Yuqiao went upstairs, he would follow. If Song Yuqiao went to the study, he would follow. Even if Song Yuqiao went to the bathroom, he would follow.
Song Yuqiao stood at the bathroom door, looked at him and said, "Jia Jia, this is the bathroom."
Song Jianan didn't care about the bathroom issue and squeezed in from beside him. "I know."
Song Yuqiao closed the door and walked over.
As his tall figure approached, the wide space suddenly became narrow.
Song Jianan looked at him eagerly, without any intention of dodging or avoiding, and even reached out to grab the corner of his clothes.
Song Yuqiao lowered his narrow eyes, raised his hand and touched Jiajia's head, and said helplessly: "Jiajia, go outside and wait for brother for a while, okay? Brother will be out soon."
Song Jianan looked up, blinked, and tears welled up in his eyes. A look of grievance appeared on his fair face. "Is my brother going to dislike me again?"
Song Yuqiao's breathing stagnated. "No, Jiajia, brother will never do that again."
Song Jianan hugged his waist and put his cheek on his hard chest, "Then you are not allowed to chase me away."
Song Jianan stayed as he wished, holding Song Yuqiao's clothes tightly, until he saw the huge thing popping out from the black fabric. He was stunned for a moment, his face quickly turned red, and then he remembered to turn around.
There was a sound of water in his ears, and his face turned even redder.
There was a rustling sound behind me.
Song Yuqiao washed his hands, took his hand and said, "Let's go."
Song Jianan was not sleepy yet, but Song Yuqiao asked him to go to bed.
He lay in bed, the wound on the back of his neck aching. He tossed and turned several times but still couldn't fall asleep.
Song Yuqiao looked away from the laptop, touched his face, and asked, "Can't sleep?"
Song Jianan rubbed his hand, frowned, and said slowly: "The back of my neck hurts."
Song Yuqiao put down the laptop in his hand, lowered his head to push aside his slightly long hair, and checked that the bandaged area had not been rubbed open.
"Jia Jia, just bear with it for a while. The wound will heal in two days."
He simply dropped his work, lay down, hugged him in his arms, and patted his back gently, "Jia Jia, do you want to hear a bedtime story?"
Song Jianan took advantage of the situation and wrapped himself around him like an octopus, rubbing his furry head around randomly, "I want to listen."
Song Jianan's hands and feet were not very strong, so he didn't feel like he was being squeezed, but he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable as his hands and feet were restrained.
Song Yuqiao, however, felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart with this tight entanglement. He used his palms to hold the person tighter, and then opened his lips to tell a bedtime story.
Song Jianan heard his voice, which was plain and emotionless, and as usual, he told a lively and interesting story in a dull and boring way. He couldn't help but frown and close his eyes.
She leaned her body into Song Yuqiao's arms, and they became closer.
He felt as if he was torn into two halves, one half was immersed in Song Yuqiao's brief tenderness, and the other half was clearly aware that when he woke up, everything would no longer exist.
The Song Yuqiao who was kind and gentle to him only existed in his memory. He didn't know what was going on with Song Yuqiao now. Maybe it was the kiss in the garden that made him hallucinate and fall into a beautiful dream, or maybe it was some other reason he didn't know.
But he didn't want to care about so many things. He just wanted to occupy himself for a little longer and be willful for a little longer. Otherwise, when he woke up from the dream, it would be gone and no one would tolerate his willfulness anymore.
His eyes gradually became moist, and a small spot on Song Yuqiao's chest was wet.
The palm behind him seemed to pause for a moment, and then continued to pat gently.
But after the story was finished, Song Jianan not only did not feel sleepy, but became more energetic.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes on Song Yuqiao's chest, raised his head, revealing a pair of dark eyes, wet, "Brother, I can't sleep."
Song Yuqiao lowered his eyes to look at him. Under the dim night light, it was difficult to see his expression for a moment. He only heard him say, "Then let's do something else."
Song Jianan blinked in confusion.
The next second, her hand was held and she was led down. Under his guidance, a pair of pajamas was thrown out from under the thin blanket, followed by another one.
Song Jianan was stunned and didn't react at all, and then a gentle kiss fell.
More than a kiss.
He was held in Song Yuqiao's arms, which were broad, strong, and with a hint of coolness, wrapping him up.
Following the kiss, trace each part slowly and softly.
The technique cannot be called exquisite, but for an inexperienced person like Song Jianan, it is enough.
He deliberately slowed down the pace and prolonged the time. Like a frog in boiling water, Song Jianan fell in love with him unknowingly and had no time to think about anything else.
Later on, I realized that I was feeling uncomfortable and was on the verge of collapse.
After being tortured for a long time, he finally felt relieved.
After tossing and turning, he collapsed on the bed with drooping eyelids. All the energy he had just had was gone, and he fell asleep before Song Yuqiao came back to wash his hands.
The next day, a new person, Aunt Zhang, came to our house and came early to make chicken soup.
After drinking a bowl, Song Jianan couldn't help but agree with Butler Xue's evaluation. He was an excellent soup-maker, and the breakfast he made tasted no worse than the Butler's. I heard that he could also make various snacks.
Song Jianan had breakfast alone. Song Yuqiao went to the company early in the morning and he didn't see him when he woke up.
He went to the garden with the book in his arms, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't see him, otherwise he wouldn't know how to face Song Yuqiao.
He was not naive enough to think that Song Yuqiao had returned to his original self. When he thought of his childish behavior last night, he felt ashamed and filled with an indescribable shame.
Song Jianan walked into the leisure area. The morning sun was too strong to reach him, so he planned to recite some lessons here while the weather was still not too hot.
Song Yuqiao did not come back at noon, but his assistant Lin Shu appeared at the door of the villa.
Lin Shu: "Mr. Song is on a business trip and he's in a meeting. I'm here to help him pack his luggage."
Butler Xue recognized him and let him in.
I saw him go upstairs, and a few minutes later he came down with a suitcase and left in a hurry.
Song Jianan also received a message from Song Yuqiao on his phone, explaining that he would not be back home until Saturday night, and also reminded him of some precautions for recuperation. He read them one by one, replied with an "OK", and put away his phone.
He felt greatly relieved. He didn't have to face Song Yuqiao in the short term, and he had to rush to the Platinum Hyatt Hotel on Saturday morning, so he didn't need to find ways to avoid Song Yuqiao.
It was only two or three days away from Saturday, and it arrived in the blink of an eye.
Song Jianan took a taxi to Platinum Hyatt Hotel early in the morning, and a group message popped up on his phone on the way.
When I opened it, I saw Chen Rui reminding everyone at school that they could gather at the school gate at 10:30, and he would drive everyone to the restaurant.
Song Jianan almost forgot about this matter. He flipped through the chat history and searched for the restaurant address. He found that it was not far from the Platinum Hyatt Hotel and could be reached in about ten minutes by subway.
Arriving at the Platinum Hyatt Hotel, I explained my purpose to the front desk. Soon, a middle-aged male Beta came out. I glanced at him and noticed the bandaged wound on the back of his neck. He didn't say anything, but just said, "Follow me."
Then he threw him to a young male Omega in a waiter's uniform, "Yu Ling, take care of him."
Yu Ling looked him over, threw him a uniform, and said indifferently, "Put it on first."
Song Jianan changed into a uniform, which just covered the wound.
Yu Ling paused. The size of the suit he was wearing seemed a little small, outlining his figure clearly and attractively, but still decent.
Yu Ling sighed, "Come with me, everyone is busy setting up the venue, let's finish that first and talk about other things later."
Song Jianan followed him into the banquet hall, and the two of them started to get busy.
Several waiters gathered together and were busy, inevitably gossiping a little, and someone started talking about tonight's banquet.
"I heard that the long-lost young master was found and this was specially organized for him. Looking at the venue and the procedures at night, wow, he is indeed a rich man."
"I heard that the young master was taken away by mistake when he was young, and it took so many years for him to be recognized."
Song Jianan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he quickly pricked up his ears to listen.
"Wrong child? Could it be like what they show on TV, a deliberate act?"
"Who knows? I guess we can see most of the wealthy people in Yunjing tonight."
"If I could get close to one of them, I wouldn't have to worry about anything in my life."
Later on, the topic gradually went off track, and Song Jianan didn't hear what he wanted to hear. He could only tell himself that he must be overthinking it. Judging from their expressions, they didn't know much. Maybe they were just repeating what others said, and none of it was true.
I was busy all morning, but I didn't see any training content. Instead, my hands were sore from moving things around.
It was lunchtime. Yu Ling looked tired and patted his shoulder. "Let's go eat. You can rest for an hour after lunch. There's nothing busy this afternoon. I'll tell you what to do tonight."
Song Jianan was almost knocked off balance by him, and Yu Ling had already walked towards the staff cafeteria, so he hurried to catch up with him.
"Um, brother, I have something to do at noon. Can I leave for a while? I will definitely be back before work starts this afternoon."
After spending the whole morning, Yu Ling realized that Song Jianan was a simple and honest man, and a Beta, so he let go of some of his thoughts.
I was amused by his nervous expression. "I don't think it's a big deal. Just go. You're just a temporary person. No one says you have to stay in the hotel."
Song Jianan quickly thanked him with a smile, changed his clothes, and headed straight for the nearby subway station.
When they arrived at the restaurant Chen Rui had booked, they realized that he was the only one missing. Awkwardly, they made an excuse and sat down next to him at Chen Rui's beckoning.
He was not familiar with anyone at the dinner table, but fortunately Chen Rui was very good at socializing and he managed to liven up the atmosphere again, letting Song Jianan participate from time to time, so that it was not so awkward.
However, Song Jianan still preferred to concentrate on eating. After a few times, Chen Rui noticed it and no longer mentioned him deliberately. He only chatted with him in a low voice occasionally to prevent him from feeling neglected.
Chen Rui pointed at the back of his neck, his face worried: "How did you get hurt? It's not serious, right?"
Song Jianan paused, smiled, and explained vaguely: "It's okay, I just accidentally fell and bumped into something."
Chen Rui stopped talking about it and asked him, "You've been on leave recently. Did something happen at home?"
Song Jianan poked the bowl with his chopsticks, pursed his lips, and didn't know what excuse to make to reply to him.
Chen Rui didn't seem to want him to answer. He smiled and said, "If there's anything I can help with, feel free to contact me. If you need class notes or courseware, you can also contact me."
Song Jianan smiled and said, "Okay, thank you." He didn't even bother to think that Chen Rui didn't listen in class at all, so where did he get the class notes from.
After the dinner, everyone walked out of the private room in groups of three or four.
Chen Rui followed Song Jianan, and the two walked at the end.
Chen Rui suddenly whispered, "Last class, I took an inhibitor during my susceptible period, but I don't know why it's no longer effective."
"Oh, I see."
Although he didn't know what he wanted to express, Song Jianan nodded in agreement.
Seeing his confused look, Chen Rui turned his head away, feeling a little irritated for a moment.
Neither of them noticed that a faint scent of citrus wafted out.
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