Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Gift
Platinum Hyatt Hotel.
Banquet hall.
The banquet was coming to an end and people were leaving one after another.
The person that everyone was looking forward to only showed up once and did not appear again. They could not help but suppress their anxiety and tactfully asked Song Boqian and others for information.
Song Boqian dealt with it perfunctorily with smooth words, while Song Yuxuan had a smile on his face and said a few nice words from time to time.
They then understood that Song Yuqiao might not show up again today.
No matter what they thought in their hearts, because they were Song Yuqiao's closest relatives, the banquet was a great occasion for both the host and the guests.
But after they turned around and left, the guest and the host had no idea what their moods were.
Song Yuxuan sent Tang Yiwen back to school. When they arrived at Yunjing University, it was still early for the dormitory to close. Tang Yiwen pulled Song Yuxuan out of the car and wandered around the school gate.
Tang Yiwen hesitated for a long time before asking, "Yuxuan, is your elder brother usually like this?"
He studied finance, so naturally he had heard of Song Yuqiao. He was full of awe and admiration for such a business genius, but he did not expect that as Yuxuan's eldest brother, he would actually turn his elbow outward and ignore his own younger brother for an outsider.
He couldn't help but feel a little worried about Yuxuan's situation in the Song family, and he was also vaguely worried that his internship at the Song company would bring trouble to Yuxuan.
Song Yuxuan smiled casually, "That's just his personality. Don't worry about it."
"My eldest brother doesn't live at home often, but I'll be joining the group soon, so I should get to see him more often. We'll naturally develop feelings as we spend more time together."
His eyelashes drooped slightly and the corners of his mouth curled up, but he didn't seem to be affected.
Tang Yiwen felt much more relieved, "If you have any..."
He swallowed the word "difficult" and said, "If you need my help, just ask. Although I am weak and powerless, I will do my best to help you."
Song Yuxuan looked at him with a smile, "There is something I need your help with."
"Yiwen, if you are free these two days, can you come to my adoptive parents' house?"
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Before going to bed, Song Jianan suddenly remembered something very important. He withdrew his hand from turning off the light, took his mobile phone from the bedside, and sent a message to Pu Yue's manager to ask about his salary.
After sending it, I remembered that it was so late and I might be disturbing others too much.
Before he could feel upset, the person on the other end quickly replied to his message and told him in a very friendly and approachable manner that he could rest assured that his salary would be deposited into his card tomorrow.
Song Jianan politely thanked him, put down his phone, and finally went to sleep peacefully.
I turned off the lights, the room was pitch black, and many thoughts came to my mind.
He couldn't help but think of Song Yuqiao, and the moment when Song Yuqiao held his hand in the banquet hall. It seemed as if time was flowing backwards, back to a moment many years ago.
At Mr. Song’s birthday party, a few evil-minded kids deliberately cornered him and bullied him, saying that his father and dad didn’t care about him because he was a lowly illegitimate child.
Some people also said that his hair color was different from that of his family members, so he might not be from the Song family at all, and no one knew which lowly Beta couple gave birth to him.
He shook his head desperately and explained in panic with tears in his eyes that he was not an illegitimate child, and that the different hair color was inherited from his grandmother, who had chestnut hair like him.
But those people were too mean and didn't listen to his explanation at all. They just wanted to make fun of him.
Until his brother came to him, he stood in front of him without hesitation, beat those people with a cold face until they were black and blue, and even complained to the adults in front of them.
His brother was like an angel shining with golden light, sheltering him firmly under his wings.
He no longer uses childish metaphors like angels, but when Song Yuqiao holds his hand, publicly acknowledges that he is his brother, and rescues him from an unbearable situation, he still can't help but trust him, be grateful to him, and want to snuggle into his arms to tell his grievances.
The two Song Yuqiao seemed to merge into one and become the same person.
Song Jianan turned over and accidentally pressed down on the wound on the back of his neck. The pain pulled his thoughts away. He suddenly woke up and realized that he almost had expectations for Song Yuqiao again.
Different.
He told himself silently in his heart.
It's different. Song Yuqiao is not his brother at all. Song Yuqiao must have defended him in public for other reasons, and he definitely didn't really want to protect him.
He couldn't have any expectations of Song Yuqiao, otherwise when his expectations were dashed, it would only bring him deeper despair.
He must find a way to leave Song Yuqiao as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Song Yuqiao didn't mention his part-time job at all today, and he saved some money again.
When Song Yuqiao goes on a business trip tomorrow, he will find time to go out and take some model photos, and he can get a lot of money.
He curled the corners of his lips, closed his eyes and went to sleep, having a good night's sleep.
But he didn't expect that just one night later, his plan to save money would encounter a major obstacle.
After finishing breakfast, Song Yuqiao slowly wiped his hands and said slowly: "Jia Jia, do you still remember the conditions you promised me last night?"
Song Jianan had a bad feeling in his heart and nodded slightly.
Song Yuqiao said, "Jia Jia, you can no longer work part-time. Just stay home and recover. After the final exams, you can go for an internship. The internship salary is much higher than your part-time job. You can save a lot of money. There is no need to work part-time for a few hundred or a few thousand yuan."
"Can you do that?"
Song Jianan pursed his lips and thought, it turned out that Song Yuqiao didn't mention his part-time job at all last night, and was waiting for him here.
If he can no longer work part-time, what will happen to his part-time job as a model?
The salary is high and the work is easy, so he doesn't want to give up this long-term and stable part-time job.
But if he doesn't agree, will Song Yuqiao not ask someone to delete the surveillance footage in the elevator?
Song Yuqiao waited quietly for his reply.
Song Jianan lost his appetite and put down his chopsticks. After a long while, he said sullenly, "I promise you, I won't do part-time work anymore."
Song Yuqiao patted his head and said, "Jia Jia is so good."
The voice changed, "I brought a gift for Jiajia and put it on the table in the study. Jiajia, go and have a look after you finish eating. I won't be back in the afternoon, so you don't have to wait for me to eat."
After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Jiajia on the forehead, then walked out of the villa, got in the car and left.
Song Jianan confirmed that he had left, and his little face suddenly frowned in displeasure.
I touched my still hungry stomach and decided to eat first before thinking about this matter.
After finishing his meal, he entered the study and saw several gift boxes on the table. He opened them and was surprised to find that they were all anklets. They were of different styles, but all very delicate and beautiful. Several of them had bells, which made crisp sounds when shaken gently.
Song Jianan bit his lip and blushed slightly. He could guess with his toes why Song Yuqiao gave him the anklet.
It's not as good as the gift I gave him casually at the Song family before...
He opened the last box without any expectation, and found a watch inside. It was inlaid with a circle of diamonds, but it was not flashy. The style was exquisite and delicate, which was in line with his aesthetic taste and suitable for wearing on his slender wrist.
Song Jianan was surprised. He put the watch on his hand and frowned.
No one doesn't like luxury goods, including Song Jianan.
For him, luxury goods such as watches are both practical and can be sold at a suitable price to save money when necessary.
After putting away all the anklets, he touched his watch and suddenly thought of how to solve the problem of Song Yuqiao not allowing him to go out for a part-time job.
He just needs to make sure Song Yuqiao deleted the surveillance video, and then sneak out while Song Yuqiao is away. He can't expect to run into Song Yuqiao again this time.
Even if Song Yuqiao found out and the surveillance footage was deleted, the worst that could happen would be that he would suffer a little in bed. If Song Yuqiao slept with him a few more times, he would definitely calm down.
A smile appeared on his lips again.
Song Yuqiao was on a business trip in China. As soon as it was night, Song Jianan took the initiative to make a video call.
The call was connected and Song Yuqiao's face enlarged on the screen.
Song Jianan swallowed nervously, glanced at the screen timidly, and then said, "Brother, good evening."
After saying this, he lowered his eyelashes, bit his lower lip, and moved his feet as if inadvertently, and the sound of a string of silver bells colliding was transmitted to the other end.
Song Yuqiao suddenly grasped the phone tightly, his clear eyes sank slightly, taking in the scene on the screen.
On the screen, the young man was sitting on the bed with his knees hugged, his furry head resting on his knees, his legs half covered in snow-white. He was wearing a pair of loose, short pajamas. Because of his squatting posture, the empty trouser legs hung down, and along the edge of the trousers, one could vaguely see the darkness inside.
His distinct black and white eyes were slightly raised, as if he was looking at him shyly, pure and innocent, with a hint of nervousness.
He held the phone far away, near the source of the ringing sound.
Song Yuqiao's Adam's apple moved violently, how could he not understand his clumsy seduction.
But her voice was as usual: "Good evening, Jiajia."
"Have you changed the medicine today?"
Song Jianan blinked and nodded, "I changed it, and all the wounds have healed."
Song Yuqiao chatted with him for a while calmly, with the crisp sound of bells interspersed from time to time.
Seeing that he was unmoved and seemed not to have heard, Song Jianan felt a little anxious and said, "Brother, I have opened all the gifts. Thank you, brother. I like them very much."
"I wore this today."
The camera shook, and a pair of porcelain-white feet appeared in it. In the dazzling white, the red on the delicate and small ankle was particularly eye-catching and attractive.
Song Yuqiao's gaze stayed on it, almost unable to move. His teeth suddenly felt itchy, and he wanted to bite something, then stick out his tongue, lick it, and suck it.
He shifted his gaze slightly and easily glimpsed a lovely and delicate figure wrapped in white cloth, looming in the depths of darkness.
He leaned casually on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and the other hand slid down, just covering it lightly without moving. He panted softly, his voice hoarse: "Jia Jia is so beautiful, can you step on your brother with your feet?" Her feet are beautiful, and that part is also beautiful.
Song Jianan's dark eyes were filled with confusion, and he asked puzzledly: "Brother, where should I step?"
Song Yuqiao's eyes were dark and heavy, and his tone was ordinary, as if he was chatting about some everyday things: "Of course it's to step on my brother..."
He pronounced the last two words clearly and Song Jianan heard them clearly.
Her face suddenly turned red.
She stared at him, her face full of disbelief and embarrassment.
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