Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Can't See Clearly
The new home that Song Yuqiao mentioned was a detached villa halfway up the mountain. It was much larger than the villa in Xihe Garden and was comparable to the main villa of the Song family.
Enter from the gate, walk through a large garden, and you will reach the entrance of the villa.
Song Jianan didn't pay too much attention to his new home. To him, it didn't matter where he lived. Moreover, to Song Yuqiao, such a huge villa was not worth mentioning.
It was already late when they arrived at the villa. Song Jianan finally asked where the bathroom was without any psychological burden and said he wanted to take a shower.
Song Yuqiao said: "Jia Jia has many scratches on her body. She applied medicine on the plane and should not get wet."
Song Jianan wasn't a mysophobe, but he couldn't stand not showering for more than a day in the summer. He pleaded, "Brother, I'll be careful and make sure the wound doesn't get wet."
He showed an unprecedented desire for a bath. Song Yuqiao had to think a little more, and quickly remembered that he looked a little strange for a moment on the plane. He soon understood what he was upset about, and finally compromised and said, "You can only wipe it with a towel."
Song Yuqiao found him a towel and pajamas, moved a small stool inside, and stood at the bathroom door. "Do you need my help?"
Song Jianan was a little hesitant and didn't want to be alone. He looked at Song Yuqiao a few times, bit his lip and thought for a while, then shook his head, but did not let go of Song Yuqiao's hand.
Song Yuqiao lifted his face with his other hand and kissed his forehead, "Brother is waiting for you outside."
Song Jianan let go of his hand, watched him go out, and closed the door.
Through the frosted door, he could see Song Yuqiao's blurry figure. He did not leave but was waiting for him outside the door.
Song Jianan did not lock the door and cleaned himself as quickly as possible, but inevitably some of his wounds got wet and the medicine he had applied fell off.
He looked at Song Yuqiao nervously, a little frustrated, and prepared to be scolded by Song Yuqiao.
Song Yuqiao said nothing, pulled him out, and reapplied medicine to him, "Let your brother help you next time, okay?"
Song Jianan blinked. Song Yuqiao was not angry at all. He looked at Song Yuqiao curiously and nodded.
After applying the medicine and taking some allergy medicine, Song Yuqiao took him back to the bedroom.
Song Jianan has been worried all the time these days and has been suffering from allergic reactions. He has not had a good rest. He slept for a while on the plane, but as soon as he touched the bed, he felt sleepy again.
He huddled into the quilt, his eyelids almost closed, and stared at Song Yuqiao.
Under his gaze, Song Yuqiao lay down beside him and gently coaxed him to sleep.
Song Jianan wrapped his arms and legs around him, feeling completely safe, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.
After he fell asleep, Song Yuqiao gently withdrew from his embrace, stepped out of bed quietly, walked to the balcony and closed the glass door.
Turning around, his expression suddenly turned cold. He dialed the phone, his eyes casually looking at the bright moon in the dark night sky.
A few seconds later, the call was connected.
His cold tone seemed to be transmitted through the phone to the other end. The person on the other end was trembling with fear and listened and responded with great attention.
Song Yuqiao's voice was deliberately lowered, and his speech was slow and steady, without a trace of ups and downs. Every word he spoke was cold and every sentence was extremely cruel, deciding the life and death of some people in just a few minutes.
Afterwards, he called Song Zhen again and asked politely, "Sister, are you asleep?"
There was a barely perceptible smile in Song Zhen's voice: "I'm not asleep yet, waiting for your call."
Song Yuqiao didn't beat around the bush. "Thank you for your help, big sister. If you have anything you want, I will definitely help you get it as long as I can do it."
Song Zhen: "What do I want?"
She smiled and said, "I want Song Xifan to die!"
She was overcome with emotion, her voice rising. "Murder means death. I want their whole family dead! Grandpa actually hid this from me for so many years, only imprisoning his parents in Sanshan Hall! If I hadn't never let go of my parents' death, how would I have discovered the evil they had done!"
Her emotions gradually calmed down, and her voice returned to normal: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. You only need to help me with two things. The first is to send Song Xifan to prison. The second is that I will go to Sanshan Hall in person, and you ask the security to let me in. However, I think you should have already done the first thing."
Song Yuqiao remained calm. When those things happened in the past, he and Song Zhen were still young. However, after he took over the Song Group, he would occasionally hear about them. Those who were dissatisfied with him would say that if his uncle had not died young, it would never have been his turn to manage the Song Group.
He never commented on impossible assumptions, and he never took these words to heart. He also had no thoughts about Song Zhen's revelations, and agreed to Song Zhen's not-so-difficult request without hesitation.
After Song Yuqiao got out of bed, Song Jianan slept uneasily. His dreams were bizarre and his brows were furrowed. He was woken up soon after.
There was only a dim night light on in the room. He opened his eyes and subconsciously looked to the side. He was the only one on the bed. He sat up suddenly, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, only to see a figure hidden in the night push open the glass door and walk in.
He ran over, threw himself on the man and hugged him, saying aggrievedly, "Brother, I thought you were not here."
"Brother will not leave Jiajia." Song Yuqiao hugged him and took him back to bed. "Why are you awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer? Brother will sleep with you."
Song Jianan shook his head, "I can't sleep. I just had a nightmare."
Song Yuqiao stroked his back and didn't ask what he dreamed about. Instead, he started another topic to distract his attention.
The two of them lay on the bed, chatting casually in low voices about some very common topics, sometimes discussing what to eat tomorrow, and sometimes talking about interesting things at school.
Song Jianan suddenly raised his head from his arms and asked, "Brother, how did you find me?"
After returning from Yuanzhou, they tacitly agreed not to mention any topic related to this matter, as if it was some taboo that could not be touched. Song Jianan took the initiative to break the taboo.
Song Yuqiao omitted many things, not mentioning the thrilling danger that Song Xifan intended to make him never return. He simply said, "The kidnappers sent me a message, and I secretly went there with bodyguards. Fortunately, with the help of your friend, I was able to make more preparations in advance."
Song Jianan was surprised, "My friend?"
Song Yuqiao briefly recounted what had happened.
Song Jianan wanted to send a message to Xie Mao to thank him, but then he remembered that his schoolbag was long gone, and so was his cell phone. He tugged at Song Yuqiao's clothes on his chest and said, "Brother, my cell phone is gone."
"I'll have a new one sent over tomorrow."
Song Yuqiao didn't ask him why he suddenly ran to Yuanzhou, and Song Jianan didn't think about the orders and implicit threats Song Yuqiao made to him that day.
The two fell asleep while chatting.
Song Yuqiao slept very soundly. When Song Jianan woke up, he was still asleep.
Song Jianan stared at Song Yuqiao's sleeping face without blinking. There was a dark circle under Song Yuqiao's eyes. He saw red bloodshot in his eyes yesterday.
Song Yuqiao described the process of saving him as being very easy, but Song Jianan knew that this was definitely not the case. Song Yuqiao must have been looking for him for a long time, just as he had been waiting for Song Yuqiao for a long time.
He reached out and touched his eyelashes, and the long eyelashes trembled at his fingertips.
He held his breath and waited for a while. Seeing that the sleeping person did not respond, he let his fingertips slide down and gently placed them on the pale lips.
Song Yuqiao is extremely handsome, but few people pay attention to his appearance. They are often intimidated by his cold aura and dare not look directly at his face. Even if they notice it, they dare not have too many thoughts.
When he fell asleep, his handsome appearance was revealed without reservation, captivating everyone.
Song Jianan has seen it many times, but he still often finds himself stunned without realizing it.
When he was a child, Song Yuqiao often teased him on purpose and asked him what he was looking at.
He replied dully: "Look at my brother, my brother is handsome."
Then he would see Song Yuqiao showing a teasing expression, and he would blush.
Once, he asked, "Brother, what kind of partner will you look for in the future?"
Song Yuqiao said: "I haven't thought about it."
He glanced at Song Yuqiao secretly and said, "My brother's partner must be as good-looking as me."
Song Yuqiao just smiled, probably because he really hadn't thought about this question.
Song Jianan thought, what about now? What kind of partner does Song Yuqiao want to find?
At least he should be from a similar family background and have an Omega appearance that is not inferior to his.
Anyway, it won’t be a Beta like him.
When will Song Yuqiao get married? After having a partner, their relationship will no longer exist. Will Song Yuqiao never save him when he is in danger like today?
Before his death in his previous life, Song Jianan thought of many people and things in his mind, and the one he thought about the most was Song Yuqiao, the only happy time in his short life.
When he made that call, he didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he consider whether the other party would answer.
He once thought that he just thought Song Yuqiao was the only one among all people who would feel pity for him because they had a common good memory.
After being reborn, he also used Song Yuqiao's pity to achieve his own goals, and paid some price for it. He was hurt by Song Yuqiao. He thought that Song Yuqiao's pity for him was exhausted, and he made up his mind not to have any illusions about Song Yuqiao anymore.
It was not until he once again placed his hopes on Song Yuqiao that he realized that he had never let go of the past.
He always remembered the past ten years between him and Song Yuqiao, and he always hoped that the former Song Yuqiao would come back one day and protect him forever.
Song Yuqiao came and, as he had hoped, saved him from despair and danger.
But is the current Song Yuqiao still the same Song Yuqiao as before?
Song Jianan's eyes were confused.
He remembered how badly Song Yuqiao treated him, and he also remembered how Song Yuqiao appeared time and time again to save him from embarrassing or dangerous situations.
The more clearly I remember, the less clear I can see what Song Yuqiao is like.
His mind was in a mess, but when Song Yuqiao woke up, he subconsciously rubbed against his arms, looking for a sense of security.
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