Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Night Sea
After resting in the hotel for a while, Song Jianan and Song Yuqiao went out to eat.
As soon as he walked into the hotel lobby, a few people came towards him. The hotel was always busy, so Song Jianan didn't pay any attention.
Unexpectedly, the people on the opposite side came forward in surprise when they saw Song Yuqiao. The middle-aged man leading the group smiled delightedly, "Mr. Song, I didn't expect to meet you here!"
Song Jianan saw a familiar figure behind the middle-aged man. He hurriedly pulled back his hand, which was intertwined with Song Yuqiao's, and shrank behind him, lowering his head, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Song Yuqiao frowned slightly, nodded slightly to the middle-aged man, and the two exchanged a few simple greetings.
During this period, Tang Yiwen, like other colleagues, stood quietly behind his boss, as if he did not see Song Jianan, nor did he see Song Jianan and Song Yuqiao holding hands.
Song Yuqiao did not come to Yuhai to discuss business. After a few words, he said goodbye to the middle-aged man, put his arm around Song Jianan's shoulder and walked out. He calmly winked at the bodyguard who was not walking with them.
After getting in the car, Song Yuqiao asked, "Is there anyone among them that Jiajia knows?"
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Song Yuqiao grabbed his hand and placed it on his leg, casually chatting about the restaurant they were going to later.
Song Jianan was absent-minded all the way.
Just now, he heard Song Yuqiao and the middle-aged man mention that Tang Yiwen and others were employees of the Song Group and came to Yuhai on a business trip, but he felt a little uneasy.
Song Xifan had guessed the relationship between him and Song Yuqiao, but I don't know why Song Xifan didn't reveal it.
When Tang Yiwen saw him and Song Yuqiao holding hands, no, intimately interlocking their fingers, would he guess something?
If Tang Yiwen knew about it, it would mean that Song Yuxuan also knew about it.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had no mood to go out and play. When Song Yuqiao discussed with him where to go and what to do, he just nodded. Once exposed to the public, he refused to let Song Yuqiao hold his hand. Fortunately, the weather in Yuhai was hot, and holding hands on the street would make one's hands sticky with sweat, so Song Yuqiao did not insist on holding his hand.
Until his birthday, Song Jianan never met Tang Yiwen again and finally relaxed.
In the afternoon, after an hour's break after lunch, he and Song Yuqiao boarded a carefully decorated yacht.
The yacht was big and beautiful, and the birthday atmosphere was strong. He was in high spirits, with a gleam in his eyes.
Song Yuqiao looked at him and asked, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Song Jianan nodded and watched the yacht with great interest.
There is no sea in Yunjing. Song Jianan has never been valued by the Song family since he was a child. Even though the nearest sea to Yunjing is only more than 200 kilometers away, he has never had the opportunity to take a yacht. He is curious about everything he sees, touching here and looking there.
There were only him and Song Yuqiao on the huge yacht. He turned around and asked, "Is there no one else?"
Song Yuqiao said: "There are captains, sailors, waiters and chefs."
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Then where are they?"
“They have a lounge and the captain is in the cockpit.”
Song Jianan was curious about the cockpit, so Song Yuqiao took him there.
Song Jianan exclaimed: "There are so many buttons, it looks so complicated."
Seeing that he was interested, Song Yuqiao asked, "Do you want to try it?"
Song Jianan hesitated, "Is it okay?"
"certainly."
Seeing this, the captain stood up and was about to teach the two men a lesson.
Song Yuqiao had already pushed Song Jianan onto the chair and started teaching him how to identify it.
The captain could tell that he had a lot of experience in driving, so he tactfully went outside to wait.
Song Jianan's head felt swollen and filled with all kinds of unfamiliar names. He was too embarrassed to take any action and looked at Song Yuqiao for help.
Song Yuqiao touched his hair and said, "It's okay, I'll guide you."
Under Song Yuqiao's guidance, the yacht traveled smoothly. Song Jianan felt confident and couldn't help wanting to try it himself, so Song Yuqiao let him do it.
But he didn't expect that once he took control, the yacht would become out of control. Fortunately, Song Yuqiao was watching over him, but he was so scared that he didn't dare to move anymore. After leaving the cockpit, he could still feel the thrill of the moment.
After viewing the layout of the yacht, the yacht has gradually moved away from the coast.
When he arrived at the appropriate sea area, accompanied by Song Yuqiao, he put on his equipment and went snorkeling.
In the evening, the two stood on the deck, feeling the sea breeze and watching a beautiful sunset at sea.
Since returning from Mingxi Villa, Song Yuqiao has never been mean to him again, and he is extremely gentle in bed. Song Jianan even finds it difficult to say that he enjoys it.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that, apart from the uncontrolled period of susceptibility, it began the night he fell into a coma and was admitted to the hospital.
Song Jianan is not a piece of shit, he can feel how good Song Yuqiao is to him, and it is hard for him to refuse other people's kindness to him, especially in the past few days, all the schedules revolve around him, and Song Yuqiao can almost be said to be responsive to everything he does.
He tilted his head and watched the orange-red glow pour down, giving that familiar profile a light golden halo. The sea breeze lifted his hair, and this usually cold face was softened by the glow and the sea, finally revealing his youth and boldness. He was flawless and handsome, like the male protagonist in a TV drama with exquisite makeup under an aesthetic filter.
He stared blankly, with a complex mixture of emotions in his heart.
Song Yuqiao seemed to feel his gaze and looked towards him.
"Jia Jia?"
Song Jianan turned his head in panic, trying to avoid his sight.
Song Yuqiao suddenly moved closer and reached out to brush away the hair that had blown onto his eyelashes.
Song Jianan's eyelashes trembled, and he looked up to meet those eyes filled with light golden light.
Song Yuqiao lowered his head and closed his eyes.
They shared a long and lingering kiss in the sunset.
Although Song Yuqiao had already sent birthday wishes at 0:00 in the morning, but in the evening, when Song Jianan saw the birthday cake on the dining table, Song Yuqiao's eyes contained a hint of tenderness, and he sincerely wished him a happy birthday again.
Song Jianan looked into his eyes, his eyes became slightly moist, and tears glistened in the light.
In his previous life, he had stopped celebrating his birthday, and no one wished him well or gave him gifts. But in reality, he loved celebrating his birthday because he would receive gifts on his birthday. Even if they were just perfunctory gifts from his family out of courtesy, he would still feel happy and carefully store the gifts given to him.
He had a very happy birthday this year, really very happy.
"Jia Jia, make a wish."
Song Yuqiao lit the candle.
Through the flickering candlelight, Song Jianan's eyes were filled with memories of the past.
He closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and silently made a wish: he hoped to leave Yunjing smoothly, no longer be bound by the people and things in Yunjing, and live a stable life.
He opened his eyes, blew out the candles, cut the first piece of cake, and placed it in Song Yuqiao's hand, "Brother, thank you."
Song Yuqiao took it and brought the first bite to Jiajia's mouth.
Song Jianan had no choice but to open his mouth and bite it, his hands busy cutting his own piece. Just as he finished cutting, Song Yuqiao suddenly held his face, pecked his lips, then licked the corner of his lips with his wet tongue, and let him go again.
Looking into his eyes, "Jia Jia, you're welcome. Brother wants you to be happy."
Song Jianan's face flushed and he lowered his head to eat the cake.
The yacht is anchored in the middle of the sea.
After getting tired of playing, the two returned to their room, took a bath, lay on the bed to watch the night view of the sea, and chatted casually about the happy things that happened during the day.
These days, Song Jianan was tired from playing during the day and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed at night.
I was unusually excited tonight and couldn't fall asleep. As I was about to stay up all night, Song Jianan was still chattering.
Song Yuqiao covered his eyes and said, "Jia Jia, it's time to go to bed."
Song Jianan turned around and hugged him, burying his head in his chest, "I can't sleep."
Song Yuqiao raised his chin, "Since you can't sleep, let's do something else."
Song Jianan was puzzled, "What are you doing..."
The remaining sounds were blocked and Song Yuqiao kissed her.
The hand that he had rejected for two consecutive days gently held his.
The yacht dropped anchor, but could not stop the swaying of the surging sea water.
The wind from the sea rustled, like sobbing and wailing in the long night.
Song Jianan clutched the pillow, his tear-blurred vision gazing at the deep sea through his shaking legs. Before he could take a closer look, his vision spun and his back pressed against the glass window.
"Jia Jia likes to watch the sea? No hurry, I'll let Jia Jia watch it later."
Even though his back was supported, Song Jianan still felt insecure. He tightly grasped the arm that was a circle thicker than his. The corners of his eyes were red and his lips were slightly open, a bright red.
Song Yuqiao stared at him intently, unable to resist the temptation, and lowered her head to bite him.
…
Song Jianan leaned against the glass window and saw the night sea as he wished, as well as the nearly full moon in the distance.
The moon on the sea seemed particularly bright, illuminating the surging sea surface.
Song Jianan didn't have the heart to appreciate it. His hands really didn't have the strength to support him. They were limp and would fall down after just a few pokes.
She whimpered and called out to her brother in a soft voice, and it was unclear whether she was begging for mercy or just acting coquettishly out of comfort.
"Jia Jia, call my name."
The man's voice behind him was low and hoarse, with a slight gasp from intense exercise.
Song Jianan didn't call him by his name before, but because he was used to calling him brother, he would also call him by his name when he was angry.
He looked at the boundless sea, opened his lips, and inexplicably found it difficult to utter those three words.
But Song Yuqiao kept urging him, and his thoughts were scattered. Instead, he called out his name easily: "Song, Song Yuqiao."
No matter how well Song Yuqiao concealed it, his nature remained unchanged, and he would not let Song Jianan go just because he met his demands.
The big hands tightly pinched the soft white waist.
Under the night sky, the sea breeze blows up layers of waves, one after another.
The moonlight quietly illuminates everything.
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