Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Strange
In the evening, the sunset glows red in the sky.
Song Jianan took a taxi back to Xihe Garden. Everything in the villa was normal, except that there were two tall and strong bodyguards at the door.
He curiously asked the housekeeper, "Sister Xue, what are those two people at the door doing?"
Housekeeper Xue smiled, but Song Jianan felt it was forced. She said, "My husband arranged for them to come with you. From now on, the driver will only be responsible for picking you up."
Song Jianan slowly turned his head to look at the bodyguard, then looked back at Butler Xue, and finally confirmed the fact. The happy smile on his face faded a lot.
Butler Xue sighed inwardly. Their thoughts and opinions were unimportant. They were employed by the master and could only follow his orders, so he didn't say anything.
Song Jianan understood that these two men were professional bodyguards. Unlike Uncle Liu, he couldn't get rid of them just because he wanted to.
He couldn't understand why Song Yuqiao wouldn't allow him to do this when he just wanted to earn some money through part-time work?
He wouldn't let his part-time job prevent Song Yuqiao from sleeping with him.
Song Jianan pursed his lips and thought a lot, becoming more determined to leave early.
Before going to bed, Song Yuqiao called via video.
Song Jianan no longer had the attentive and polite look he had last night. He lowered his eyelashes, not really looking at the person on the screen, and just called out "brother".
Song Yuqiao asked: "Jia Jia went out to play today? Why didn't you let the driver accompany her?"
Song Jianan said in a low voice, "I'm out having fun with my friends. Why should we have someone follow us and make it uncomfortable?"
On the screen, Song Yuqiao's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone was unbearable: "Since Jiajia doesn't like the driver following her, I will let the bodyguard accompany you when you go out starting tomorrow."
Song Jianan pursed his lips, his face full of displeasure. He poked Song Yuqiao's face on the screen with his finger, then puffed up his cheeks and said, "Why do you have to find someone to follow me? I'm not a child."
Song Yuqiao: "Jia Jia, be obedient."
When Song Jianan heard his tone, he immediately forgot his fear of him. His eyes widened and he glared at him in dissatisfaction, "I won't! It's not written in the agreement that you can't have someone follow me around and monitor me every day!"
Song Yuqiao's face suddenly darkened, and a cold voice pierced through the screen: "You still want to go out every day? Have you forgotten that the doctor told you to rest?"
Recently, Song Yuqiao has been treating him with a friendly attitude, if not gentleness, and Song Jianan has also become a lot bolder.
But Song Yuqiao suddenly became cold again. Even though they were just separated by a screen, that cold and terrifying aura was still so frightening. Song Jianan broke out in a cold sweat and realized belatedly how dare he lose his temper and confront Song Yuqiao.
His dark eyes were filled with fear, and he pressed his hands several times with almost trembling hands before he succeeded in shrinking Song Yuqiao and pulling him aside out of sight.
Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Song Yuqiao's voice still echoed in the room.
"Jia Jia, did you really go out to play with your friends today?"
Song Jianan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Song Yuqiao knew about this?
No, it's impossible. He got rid of the driver, so how could Song Yuqiao know what he did? Even if Song Yuqiao guessed it, as long as he didn't admit it, Song Yuqiao would have no evidence.
He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then simply laid his phone flat on the bed, facing the camera at the ceiling, and said timidly, "I'm going out to play with friends. Don't you think my brother will even allow me to do this?"
Song Yuqiao frowned and looked at the empty phone, only the ceiling, and ordered: "Jia Jia, pick up the phone."
Song Jianan had no choice but to pick up the phone again, pointing the camera at half of his face, lowering his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on the plain pattern on the quilt that he was fiddling with in his hands.
The voice on the phone rang again.
"Jia Jia, don't lie to me. I won't punish you for what happened yesterday, but there can't be a next time."
"Be good and obedient. Let the bodyguards follow you when you go out, and your brother will feel at ease."
"You can't stay outside for too long," Song Yuqiao seemed to pause, "Jia Jia should stay at home and rest in peace these days. I will be back soon."
Song Yuqiao's voice softened a little, but the strong warning, or threat, in it made Song Jianan shudder.
If Song Yuqiao discovered that he was working part-time again, he would definitely punish him. As for how...
He shuddered, not daring to imagine it.
I had no choice but to suppress my worries about the part-time job, nodded and agreed, and deal with it for the time being.
After hanging up the phone, Song Jianan tossed and turned in bed, not feeling sleepy at all.
He never expected that Song Yuqiao would not let him go out!
It takes time to update the clothes, so he doesn't need to go to his part-time modeling job in the short term. Finals week is coming, and it's hard to find other part-time jobs at this time. However, staying at home for a few days is not difficult for him to accept.
But does he have to listen to Song Yuqiao and stay in the villa obediently?
He felt aggrieved and didn't want to listen to Song Yuqiao at all.
He picked up his phone and typed away, complaining to Xie Mao, the only person who "knew the truth".
"I really hate him. He won't let me go out!"
“That’s too much!”
"I must break up with him!"
"I will never forgive him!"
Xie Mao calmed him down with a few words. Since he had no need to go out during this period, why not follow his boyfriend's wishes? Once he recovered and finished his exams, he could go for an internship. There would be plenty of excuses and reasons not to go back to his boyfriend's villa.
Song Jianan was actually very emotional and needed to vent. After he complained to Xie Mao, his anger subsided a bit. After being comforted, he quickly figured it out.
He didn't have the ability to fight against Song Yuqiao, so it was best not to disobey Song Yuqiao.
Be patient, and when he gets his internship certificate, the money in his card will be enough for him to leave and live a good life.
As long as he left Yunjing, he and Song Yuqiao would no longer have any relationship, and he would no longer have to listen to Song Yuqiao's unreasonable demands.
Song Jianan said good night to Xie Mao, put down his phone, closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep this time.
For several days in a row, Song Jianan could only move around within the villa. Once he approached the gate, the bodyguards at the door would immediately stare at him vigilantly.
Song Yuqiao invited a professor from the school to come and spend an hour every day to answer his questions. He spent most of his time memorizing and doing exercises. With the knowledge points organized by Song Yuqiao, he could ask the professor in time if he didn't understand something. Gradually, he was no longer so afraid of the final exam and gained some confidence in himself.
He had nothing to do for the rest of the time, so he followed the gardener and helped him take care of the garden, which was not so boring.
But the feeling of being deprived of freedom is never so pleasant. For example, if he wants to drink milk tea, he can't go out to buy it. If he orders takeout, the housekeeper will confiscate it, saying that he almost couldn't sleep last night after drinking milk tea. Song Yuqiao doesn't allow him to drink such unhealthy things again.
Then the butler brought him a glass of juice.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhang was very skillful. Seeing that he really wanted to drink it, she learned how to make it online and actually made delicious milk tea. The taste was no worse than the one in the milk tea shop.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter. He only tended the flowers and plants with Uncle Wang in the morning and evening. He stayed in the house all the time, enjoying the air conditioning, drinking milk tea, and reviewing slowly.
That day, his back was tired, so he picked up the cup at hand, leaned back on the sofa, bit the straw and took a big sip of slightly iced milk tea, then closed his eyes comfortably.
There was a sudden noise outside.
He tilted his head and looked out the window, only to see a black car turn around at the gate. Instead of driving into the garage, it drove out. Song Yuqiao strode towards the villa, followed closely by his assistant pulling a suitcase.
Song Yuqiao seemed to notice his gaze and looked over.
Song Jianan quickly turned his head and pretended not to see it, and naturally did not notice the abnormality in Song Yuqiao's eyes.
He held the cup, sat upright, and seemed to be reading a book with his head down, but in fact, he was so confused by Song Yuqiao's sudden return that he didn't read a single word.
Song Yuqiao pushed the door open and walked towards Song Jianan.
Assistant Lin Shu coughed lightly behind him and said, "Mr. Song, can I help you take the suitcase upstairs?"
Song Yuqiao suddenly came back to his senses, quickly retracted his gaze, retracted his steps, stood still for a few seconds, closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows, almost unable to control the pheromone overflow, and the effect of the neck inhibition patch was getting weaker and weaker.
The servants in the villa were all Betas, and no one noticed anything unusual.
"Give me."
Lin Shu immediately pushed the suitcase to his side and took two steps back.
Song Yuqiao carried the suitcase straight to the stairs, easily carried it upstairs with one hand, returned to the room and did not come out again.
Lin Shu confirmed that he had gone upstairs, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced in the direction of the sofa and felt that it would be better for the two of them not to have too much contact. No matter how strong Beta's body was, he couldn't withstand it.
When Song Jianan heard the sound of Song Yuqiao coming upstairs, he quietly looked up and met Lin Shu's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and smiled at him.
Lin Shu also greeted him with a smile before leaving Song Yuqiao's house.
Song Jianan looked at the empty hall, his heart gradually settled down, and his body gradually relaxed, but for some reason, he felt a little empty.
He took two big sips of milk tea and finally calmed down to read again.
The time of concentration always passes quickly. Song Yuqiao only appeared for a while and never appeared in front of Song Jianan again. He briefly forgot that Song Yuqiao had returned.
The sun set in the west, casting golden rays of light on the garden. Song Jianan put down his book, lay on the sofa and read, lost in thought for a while.
It's dinner time.
Song Jianan suddenly remembered Song Yuqiao's existence. He walked into the restaurant, but saw only a set of tableware on the table, so he asked.
Aunt Zhang said, "Master, you are eating in your room. I will bring it upstairs soon."
Song Jianan was puzzled. Song Yuqiao always abided by the rules in certain habits and it was absolutely impossible for him to eat in the bedroom.
He couldn't help but wonder, is Song Yuqiao sick? He just heard him talking to Lin Zhu, and his voice seemed a little hoarse, with a slight nasal sound.
Do you have a fever?
He frowned and decided to take a look, then said to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, I'll take it up."
Aunt Zhang didn't think too much about it and just responded with a "ah". It wasn't a big deal, so she let him go.
Song Jianan brought the food and knocked on the master bedroom door.
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