Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Snuggle
"elder brother……"
Song Jianan's voice was so weak that it was difficult to hear clearly.
But Song Yuqiao heard it. His clothes were disheveled and his appearance was unkempt. He had long lost his composure and almost ran to Song Jianan in the blink of an eye.
"Jia Jia, my brother is here. My brother is here."
Looking at Qing Jiajia's expression, his heart was gripped tightly. He knelt down and hugged Jiajia, "I'm sorry, Jiajia, I'm sorry, brother is late."
The cool breeze hits you in the face, like a clear spring in summer, so refreshing that it makes you feel more at ease than ever before.
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide and looked at him, and saw that he had an expression he had never had before, very fragile, as if the person who was kidnapped was not him, but Song Yuqiao.
He had no strength in his body and his arms seemed to have lost feeling. He used all his strength, stretched out his hand with difficulty but persistence, and gently pulled Song Yuqiao's clothes.
"elder brother."
As soon as he opened his mouth, tears welled up from his dry tear glands, leaving a streak on his dusty cheeks, and the tears fell on his white shirt.
Song Jianan choked up, his voice so soft, like a wisp of wind that blew away, and he called out again: "Brother."
Song Yuqiao held his hand and quickly noticed that his body temperature was a little abnormal. He comforted him, "I'm here, Jiajia, brother is here, don't be afraid, brother will take you home." He picked him up and quickened his pace to walk out.
There were many people waiting outside, and some of them looked at them, but Song Jianan didn't pay any attention to anything curious. He looked at Song Yuqiao with tearful eyes without blinking. He was a desperate man who was saved, and he felt some grievances and attachment. He also wanted to hold on tightly to the person who saved him, worried that everything was just a dream caused by his mental disorder.
"Go to the nearest hospital."
Song Yuqiao instructed the driver.
Song Jianan was extremely sensitive to everything about him. He thought he was anxious, but in reality, his voice was as soft as a kitten as he said, "Brother, don't go to the hospital. Let's go home, okay?"
Song Yuqiao held his hand soothingly, "Okay, let's go home and not go to the hospital."
Only then did Song Jianan calm down.
Song Yuqiao looked up, his voice immediately returning to its usual coldness, and he said to the driver, "Go to the airport."
Then he said to Lin Shu in the co-pilot seat, "Arrange for a doctor from Yuanzhou to rush to the airport as quickly as possible."
He lowered his head and wiped Jiajia's tears with a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the dirt on her face, revealing half of her face with broken skin, blood stains and dry brown stains.
His breathing stagnated, and he didn't dare to touch her. He asked in an unsteady voice, "Jia Jia, does it hurt?"
Song Jianan was slow to react and shook his head after a while.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Now that Song Yuqiao is here, the pain goes away.
Song Yuqiao's eyelashes trembled. "Besides this place, have they hurt Jiajia? Are there any other injuries?"
Song Jianan thought slowly for a long time, and the memories of the past two days slowly emerged. He subconsciously shrank into Song Yuqiao's arms, and said in a weak voice with some grievance: "They don't give me food, I'm so hungry."
Song Yuqiao's gaze lingered on his cracked lips for a moment. He found an unopened bottle of mineral water from the car, unscrewed the cap, and placed it against his lips.
"Jia Jia, drink some water. I'll take you to dinner later."
Song Jianan opened his mouth obediently, and the water flowed across his throat, causing a pain like a knife cutting, but he was only looking at Song Yuqiao, swallowing it as if he didn't feel anything, and didn't call to stop.
After drinking most of the bottle, Song Yuqiao put away the mineral water and touched his head, "Drink later."
Song Yuqiao asked the driver to stop in front of a roadside restaurant, and Lin Shu went to buy a bowl of porridge.
Song Yuqiao took a spoonful of the food, blew it until it was no longer hot, and fed it to Jiajia's mouth.
I ate half a bowl and closed the lid.
Song Jianan's stomach felt hungry for the first time in a long time, and he made a gurgling sound of protest. He looked at Song Yuqiao aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm hungry."
Song Yuqiao coaxed softly, "Jia Jia, your stomach hurts if you eat too much. Eat later. I've ordered food from the best restaurant in Yuanzhou, and we'll be able to eat soon."
The porridge that he randomly picked just to cope with the situation didn't taste very good. Song Jianan still felt a little aggrieved, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Then I'll want to eat more later. I don't want to be hungry. Brother has to accompany me."
Song Yuqiao responded gently.
Song Jianan closed his mouth obediently, no longer thinking about the unfinished porridge, but his eyes were still fixed on him.
He was very tired, but he didn't want to rest at all, for fear that Song Yuqiao would disappear in the blink of an eye and he would still be in that dim room.
The journey back was still long. Under Song Yuqiao's gentle persuasion, Song Jianan was reluctant and asked Song Yuqiao to hug him and hold his hand. Song Yuqiao did as he was told, and then he closed his eyes.
As the nerves relax, fatigue quickly surges up like a wave.
He fell asleep quickly.
When he woke up, he was already on the plane.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked for Song Yuqiao eagerly. He lifted the quilt and sat up, and saw the person beside the bed.
On the private plane, there was no desk or chair in the master bedroom. Song Yuqiao sat on the carpet with a laptop on his knees, seemingly working on something. He looked up at the sound, took away the laptop, and held Jiajia's hand. "Jiajia, are you awake? Are you hungry?"
Song Jianan shook his hand back, looked down at him and blinked, then raised his other hand and gently touched his face. Like his hand, the temperature was slightly cool.
Song Yuqiao didn't say anything. After he carefully confirmed it, he asked again: "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food."
Song Jianan drank half a bowl of porridge before going to bed. He woke up feeling much better, but his voice was still a little weak: "I'm hungry. I'll go with my brother."
As he said this, he got out of bed and stepped onto the carpet with his bare feet.
"Jia Jia, wait a minute."
Song Yuqiao took the shoes beside him, held his feet and lifted them up, then gently put the shoes on him. Then he stood up and took him to eat.
Song Jianan held the cutlery in one hand and held Song Yuqiao's hand tightly with the other. After taking a few bites, he would look to the side to make sure Song Yuqiao was by his side.
Song Yuqiao felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He patiently accompanied him for dinner and talked to him softly about some daily topics.
Song Jianan gradually relaxed. He was full, so Song Yuqiao took over the rest of his meal and ate it all.
Song Jianan supported his chin with one hand and watched him eat, "Brother has grown a beard." He also had dark circles under his eyes, and his shirt was wrinkled and slightly stained.
He had never seen Song Yuqiao look so disgraceful.
Song Yuqiao glanced at him, then looked away, straightened his lips and said, "I'll go shave later."
He had hardly had any rest these days, so naturally he had no time to take care of his appearance. After getting on the plane, he was worried that Jiajia wouldn't be able to see him when she woke up, so he stayed by her side the whole time.
After dinner, he took Jiajia back to the master bedroom and took out the tablet and game console. "Jiajia, play for a while. I'll go take a shower and be back soon."
Song Jianan didn't want the tablet and game console, so he pulled him back and said, "Brother."
Song Yuqiao looked down.
Song Jianan suddenly remembered the time at the Platinum Hyatt Hotel. His face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, loosening his fingers. "I'll wait for my brother."
Song Yuqiao patted his head, took some spare clothes and went into the shower room.
Song Jianan absentmindedly watched the drama on the tablet for a while, listened to the sound of dripping water, and watched the large clouds floating outside the window, gradually becoming lost in thought.
The sound of water stopped, and he threw back the quilt and ran out of bed.
Song Yuqiao dressed himself up to be presentable, opened the door, and a pair of black eyes full of attachment met his gaze.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Song Yuqiao's heart softened, his eyes were gentle, "Okay."
Holding Jiajia's hand, he walked back and asked, "What did you play just now?"
Song Jianan answered obediently: "I watched a play for a while." and said the title of the play.
Song Yuqiao asked what was said, and Song Jianan guiltily said something he remembered to get away with it.
The two of them leaned against the headboard of the bed, a drama was playing on the tablet, and they talked casually.
Song Jianan smelled a faint fragrance in his nose, which was the scent of the shower gel that Song Yuqiao often used.
He glanced at Song Yuqiao, who had changed his clothes, shaved his beard, and had slightly wet hair, then looked at his own changed clothes, frowned, and moved to the side.
But he still felt uncomfortable all over. He didn't know how many days he hadn't showered...
Song Yuqiao noticed something, "What is Jiajia thinking about?"
Song Jianan shook his head, "I didn't think anything."
Song Yuqiao pulled him into his arms, and Song Jianan quickly pushed him away to keep his distance.
Song Yuqiao looked at him, "What happened to Jiajia?"
Song Jianan retracted his hand suddenly and shook his head.
He was afraid that if he said it out loud and reminded Song Yuqiao, Song Yuqiao would dislike him.
Song Yuqiao observed calmly for a moment, and when he didn't find any problems, he didn't think too much about it.
The plane was parked at a private airport.
After getting off the plane, Song Zhen called.
Song Yuqiao only answered the phone after he walked away.
Song Zhen's voice was as calm as ever: "Are we in Yunjing?"
Song Yuqiao hummed: "Is there something wrong, big sister?"
Song Zhen didn't waste any words: "There are many media reporters secretly waiting in Xihe Garden."
Song Yuqiao glanced at Song Jianan's figure, frowned and said, "Thank you, sister."
Song Jianan stood there waiting anxiously, and finally waited for Song Yuqiao to come back.
They got in the car, but Song Yuqiao told the driver to drive to another unfamiliar address.
Song Jianan pulled Song Yuqiao's hand and asked, "Aren't we going home?"
Song Yuqiao said: "Don't go back to Xihe Garden, go to another home."
Song Jianan's eyes widened. Another family? Could it be the Song family?
He doesn't want it.
His eyes were moist, and he said anxiously, "Brother, I won't go back to the Song family."
Song Yuqiao squeezed his hand and explained: "I'm not going back to the Song family, I'm going back to our other home."
Initially, people stayed in Xihe Garden for a long time just for the convenience of work. The security measures were not perfect. Not only Song Yuxuan could come in, but media reporters could also find ways to get in. It was too unsafe.
He didn't want anyone to disturb him and Jiajia anymore.
Song Jianan showed a puzzled expression, "Another...our home?"
"Yes, it's just your home and mine. It's pretty much the same as when we were in Xihe Garden. Jiajia doesn't have to worry about meeting someone she doesn't want to see."
Song Jianan looked at him with dark eyes and slightly curved his lower lip, "Okay."
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