Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Avoiding His Gaze
The Song Group's headquarters building stands tall and majestic in the city center.
Song Jianan had only been here once, several years ago, but it wasn't a pleasant experience.
He looked up at the Song's logo, blinked, put the past behind him, clenched his fist to encourage himself, and walked in with a firm gaze.
When asked by the front desk, he suddenly became less confident, his eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice: "I'm looking for Song Yuqiao."
The receptionist had worked at the Song Corporation for many years and she remembered Song Jianan. However, given the recent rumors about the young master of the Song family, she didn't dare let him go directly. She smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."
The receptionist called the president's secretary and said to him after hanging up: "Please wait a moment."
Confusion flashed in Song Jianan's eyes.
But he didn't dare to ask. He nodded and stood there waiting obediently. His chestnut hair hung down on his forehead. He looked very well-behaved and lovable.
The receptionist's smile curled up a little more and she pointed to the sofa in the lobby. "You can sit on the sofa. Assistant Lin will be here soon."
Song Jianan sat on the sofa obediently, feeling puzzled as to why Lin Zhu came down to pick him up.
He is not Song Yuqiao's younger brother now, and he has been to the Song Building and remembers how to get to Song Yuqiao's office. Why did Lin Zhu come down to pick him up in person?
But this matter did not bother him for too long, as his mind was full of what he had to do next.
Assistant Lin personally led him upstairs and said, "Mr. Song is in a meeting. His schedule is tight today, so I have no choice but to pick you up."
Song Jianan's heart tightened, so he had to hurry up.
The two took the president's exclusive elevator to the floor where Song Yuqiao's office was located.
When he passed through the secretariat, there was only one female secretary left in the entire secretariat. She was secretly eating potato chips. When she saw Assistant Lin, she hurriedly hid the potato chips and greeted Assistant Lin.
Lin Zhu nodded slightly and did not pursue the matter.
Neither of them noticed that Song Jianan's eyes were almost glued to the potato chips. As the potato chips were hidden, his eyelashes drooped slightly. He swallowed, covered his stomach which was almost growling, and quickly lowered his hands to the sides of his legs.
Assistant Lin brought Song Jianan to the reception room and went to work.
As soon as he left, Song Jianan looked around and made sure that there was no one around. Then he stood up and walked around the living room, repeatedly walking back and forth between the tea room and the sofa.
I simulated my plan over and over in my mind, and after making sure that there would be no mistakes, I finally sat down.
He stared at the door, his heart pounding, his fingers digging into his pants, making deep wrinkles on his thighs.
He didn't know when Song Yuqiao would come out, and the blind waiting made him so nervous that he completely ignored the discomfort in his stomach and intestines.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Song Jianan finally heard some noisy sounds coming from outside.
He suddenly stood up, walked to the tea room, took a glass of boiled water with a disposable cup, and quickly added a white pill into it.
Just after adding the water, he heard the voices of Song Yuqiao and Lin Zhu talking. The hand holding the cup trembled in fright, and a few drops of water spilled out.
The tablets dissolve in water and are no longer visible.
Song Jianan's heart relaxed a little, and he tried to pretend to be calm, turned around, and walked back to the living room with a slightly stiff step, and placed the cup of water in front of Song Yuqiao.
Under Song Yuqiao's calm and indifferent gaze, he sat opposite Song Yuqiao, lowered his eyes slightly to avoid his gaze, and said softly: "Brother, drink some water first."
Worried that Song Yuqiao wouldn't drink, he hurriedly explained: "You just finished a meeting, you must be tired and your mouth is dry. Drinking water can moisten your throat."
In order to squeeze out time to meet Song Jianan, Song Yuqiao kept catching up on the progress in the meeting. He was indeed a little thirsty, but without thinking much, he picked up the water and drank it.
Song Jianan stared at him as he finished drinking, and suddenly felt relieved. His tightly pursed lips opened a little, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.
Song Yuqiao threw away the cup, stood up, and said, "Come to the office with me."
Song Jianan followed him obediently, his dark eyes hiding a hint of barely perceptible happiness. Because of this slight change, his timidity and cowardice were weakened a little, and his dull eyes had some brilliance.
The two walked into the office and Song Jianan closed the door.
Song Yuqiao asked: "What do you want from me?"
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment, feeling guilty, he dared not look at Song Yuqiao. He glanced around, hesitating and unable to come up with a reason. Finally, he managed to say, "Brother, have you eaten?"
Song Yuqiao frowned, thinking that what happened today was a big blow to Song Jianan. Facing the situation where he was very likely to be abandoned, he felt insecure and always wanted to seek comfort from him to confirm that he would not be abandoned.
He then showed more patience and gentleness than usual and answered this meaningless question: "I ate. Assistant Lin bought lunch."
Song Jianan said "oh", not knowing what to say next. He couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart, why hasn't the medicine taken effect yet?
But unexpectedly, his stomach suddenly made a loud growl.
Song Jianan held her stomach in shame, buried her flushed face, and her exposed ears were also red.
Song Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, then frowned again, his face looking a little ugly: "You didn't eat?"
He pressed the call bell and asked Assistant Lin to buy some food.
Turning around to criticize Song Jianan, he saw his shoulders hunched, as if he was about to crawl into the ground at any moment. He paused, frowned, and said only one sentence: "Remember to eat on time next time."
Song Jianan was a little frightened by what Song Yuqiao had done just now. He responded muffledly, feeling a sour and numb feeling of grievance in his heart, but he couldn't express it. He could only twist his hands and bite his lips hard.
Song Yuqiao looked up at the weather outside the window. The sunlight was not very strong. He had a special physique and his body temperature was always low, but he felt his body was slightly warm.
He didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just caused by his recent emotional ups and downs, and raised his hand to loosen his tie.
There was silence for a while.
Song Yuqiao asked, "Do you want to go abroad? If you do, I'll ask Assistant Lin to book a plane ticket and come with me."
His family doesn't like his younger brother Song Jianan. After such a bloody thing happened, Song Jianan can only rely on him and find a sense of security from him.
Song Yuqiao is usually indifferent, but at this special moment, he can't remain indifferent. He doesn't want to disappoint Song Jianan.
Song Jianan slowly raised his head, a hint of confusion flashed across his dark eyes, and his expression was dazed.
Song Yuqiao somehow noticed his lips which were slightly bitten and wet with teeth marks.
I just drank a glass of water and my mouth is dry again.
The heat did not ease even though the tie was loosened, it seemed to get even hotter.
Song Yuqiao endured the discomfort, and looked up calmly and restrainedly at the pair of black eyes.
But Song Jianan shook his head, and seemed to shudder because he suddenly looked at him, but did not avoid it.
Song Jianan said softly, "I don't want to go."
Why didn't Song Yuqiao react at all? Could it be that this medicine didn't work on him?
Song Jianan stared at Song Yuqiao's face, but didn't find anything unusual, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.
His neatly trimmed and rounded nails dug into his palms, forming a crescent shape. He seemed not to feel the pain, and looked at the person opposite him intently, as if he was picking bones in an egg, determined to find Song Yuqiao's flaws. He didn't even notice that his delicate brows were wrinkled.
Song Yuqiao noticed that something was wrong with him and felt strange in his heart, but he still attributed this abnormality to the melodramatic drama of the rich family's real and fake young master.
The heat in his body seemed a little abnormal, and he suspected that his susceptible period had come early.
This kind of discomfort was constantly wearing down Song Yuqiao's patience. He crossed his legs and pressed his solar plexus, feeling quite a headache. He didn't know how to make Song Jianan completely relieved and understand that he would not be abandoned.
Song Jianan's eyes lit up, and his originally wrinkled face suddenly brightened up. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"
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