Chapter 7 Chapter 7 The strong smell of cedar
Song Yuqiao sat at his desk, looking down at the meeting minutes handed to him by his secretary.
Alpha had good hearing. When he heard Song Jianan's footsteps, he said without raising his head, "Lunch is on the coffee table. I'll take you home after you finish eating."
Song Jianan froze in place, his eyes wide with panic. He took two steps towards Song Yuqiao, then stopped and protested softly, "I don't want to go back."
Song Yuqiao suddenly looked up, his eyes were very heavy, very similar to the way he looked at him in bed, as if he wanted to eat someone.
Song Jianan resisted the urge to run away and avoided his sight in panic.
Song Yuqiao stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "I'll ask Lin Shu to book a plane ticket for you."
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said nothing.
He also didn't want to go abroad with Song Yuqiao.
He had lowered his bottom line in a hurry and said that he didn't want Song Yuqiao's money, but words spoken were like water spilled.
He couldn't ask Song Yuqiao for money, so he had to earn money himself.
Apart from sleeping with Song Yuqiao when he needed him, he just wanted to seize the time to earn enough money to survive before Song Yuqiao abandoned him.
But if Song Yuqiao wanted him to go, he should go no matter how unwilling he was.
After all, he is no longer Song Yuqiao's younger brother, but his lover.
Song Yuqiao frowned slightly, his expression turned cold, "If you don't want to go abroad, forget it."
After a few seconds of pause, he continued, "Not back to the old house, but back to Xihe Garden."
Since Song Yuqiao took over the Song family business, he moved to Xihe Garden.
Song Jianan reacted and nodded hurriedly, as if Song Yuqiao would regret it if he was a second slower: "Then I'll go to Xihe Garden."
Song Yuqiao's eyes were slightly cold. He looked at him, hummed, and lowered his head to continue working.
Song Jianan was already so hungry that he no longer felt hungry. After he finished speaking, he walked lightly to the coffee table and opened the heated food box.
The taste of completely cold food will be slightly worse after reheating, so we would never eat it at home.
Song Yuqiao only remembered it when he heard the noise and reminded him, "Eat less, just enough to fill your stomach. I asked the servants to cook, and you can eat when you get home."
But Song Jianan is no longer a spoiled young master. As long as the food is not spoiled, he thinks it is delicious.
What's more, the food in front of him was exquisite and delicious, many times better than what he had eaten before.
He held a large mouthful of meat in his mouth and chewed it, his voice a little slurred: "Don't bother, this is quite delicious."
After saying that, he ignored Song Yuqiao standing beside him and buried his head in eating with big mouthfuls. His eating manners were not necessarily bold, but he was definitely not polite either, without any of the elegance and reserve of a rich young master.
Song Yuqiao glanced at him distractedly, slightly surprised, thinking that he was very hungry today, and didn't think too much about it.
But seeing that he really didn't mind, he told the housekeeper on the phone not to cook this meal and just prepare dinner.
Song Jianan ate very quickly, leaving the lunch box clean without a single grain of rice left. His stomach was slightly bulging, and the feeling of being full was so wonderful that he ignored any slight discomfort.
He had just folded the lunch box and was about to take it out to throw it away.
Song Yuqiao walked towards him, with a woody scent lingering around him. His tall figure stood in front of him, and the sense of oppression was extremely strong.
Song Jianan subconsciously took a step back.
Song Yuqiao frowned slightly and glanced at the lunch box he was carrying. "Someone will come to collect it later. Let's go. I'll take you home."
Song Jianan nodded, put down the lunch box and followed him.
Song Yuqiao took two steps, then suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned around and stared at him for a while.
Song Jianan thought he had done something wrong again. He lowered his head helplessly, opened his lips, and subconsciously wanted to apologize: "I..."
Song Yuqiao held his wrist, pulled him to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a wet tissue, lowered his head, pressed the wet tissue on his face, and wiped it hard.
He threw away the wet wipes, then opened the bottom drawer, took out a bottle of barrier agent, and sprayed it on Song Jianan.
Song Jianan didn't know that his entire body was being marinated by his pheromones.
There was no need to cover it up with a barrier agent; anyone could tell what happened between the two of them as soon as they stepped out of the office.
After doing all this, Song Yuqiao looked Song Jianan up and down, reached out to smooth his messy hair, and then let him go.
Song Jianan didn't dare to resist at all and let him do whatever he wanted.
The scent of wood mixed with ice smelled close to that of cedar, but he only smelled the rich wood scent and frowned uncomfortably.
The two walked out of the office. The doors of the offices they passed by were all open, and they could see the employees busy at work in an orderly manner.
As soon as the two people walked past, the employees immediately stopped their busy work and whispered to each other. When passing by the door, one could vaguely hear words such as "very thick", "three hours", and "rich family's dog-blood".
Lin Shu overheard this and suddenly a serious expression appeared on his face. The secretariat fell silent in an instant.
He stood with his hands behind his back, patrolling the secretariat in a majestic manner.
Back in the office, Lin Shu rubbed his forehead and had a bad feeling in his heart, fearing that his workload would increase again.
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Song Jianan and Song Yuqiao rarely communicated with each other. Song Yuqiao rarely returned to the old house, and even if he met him there, he would just say hello.
Song Jianan was used to being silent in front of Song Yuqiao.
Their identities had changed, and Song Jianan had no idea what to say to Song Yuqiao. He pressed his body against the car door, quietly lifted half of his hips and hung them in the air a little, and shrank far away from Song Yuqiao.
Even though Song Yuqiao seemed to look at him with some dissatisfaction, he didn't want to be close to Song Yuqiao.
As he got closer to Song Yuqiao, he felt his butt hurt even more.
It was very quiet in the car.
Even after sending him back, Song Yuqiao was still immersed in work.
In fact, after getting off the elevator, Song Jianan rejected Song Yuqiao once. He knew the address of Song Yuqiao's house and could go there alone.
But Song Yuqiao glanced at him indifferently with his cold eyes and ignored him.
He didn't dare say anything more.
The car stopped at Xihe Garden.
Song Yuqiao finally raised his head.
Song Jianan's hand that was about to open the car door stopped, and he didn't dare to move.
Song Yuqiao was very surprised. He didn't say anything and just stared at him.
Song Jianan felt uneasy when he was staring at him. He lowered his head even lower and couldn't help but have a guess in his mind.
Could it be that Song Yuqiao suddenly disliked him, regretted it, and didn't want to take responsibility after sleeping with him?
He had put in so much effort to finally achieve his goal. What would he do if Song Yuqiao changed his mind?
Song Jianan almost cried as he thought about it.
Song Yuqiao mercifully withdrew his gaze and said in a cold voice, "Get out of the car."
Song Jianan moved quickly, got out of the car and closed the door as if escaping. Just as he was about to head straight for the villa, he heard the sound of the car window lowering.
Song Yuqiao's face was revealed, with a cold look in his eyes, and he asked him gently, "What gift do you want? I'll bring it to you when I come back."
Song Jianan was stunned for a moment and shook his head. He didn't want any gift.
It is enough that Song Yuqiao can help him solve the problem of his biological parents.
The gentleness in Song Yuqiao's eyes disappeared. He glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and rolled up the car window.
The black car roared away.
Song Jianan vaguely felt that Song Yuqiao was not very happy. He pursed his lips and stood there thinking for a while, but couldn't figure out why he was unhappy.
Song Yuqiao's villa was just an ordinary villa, far smaller than the main building of the Song family's old house, and he only employed two servants.
One is the gardener Lao Wang, a middle-aged male Beta.
One is a young female Beta housekeeper, her surname is Xue.
Butler Xue received advance notice from his employer and greeted Song Jianan at the door. He led him inside and introduced the villa to him carefully and in detail.
Before Song Jianan entered the villa, his eyes were attracted by the small garden. The blue raindrops fell from high above, swaying in the wind, becoming the most eye-catching scenery in the garden.
Seeing that he liked it, Butler Xue mentioned it to him while introducing the garden: "It is said that the gentleman bought this villa because of this garden, and he specially asked Lao Wang to take good care of it."
Song Jianan nodded hesitantly, not understanding why she had to introduce all this to him since he wouldn't be living here permanently.
Butler Xue took him to familiarize himself with the layout of the house, and finally let him go, "Young Master, I will go prepare dinner for you."
Song Jianan nodded hurriedly, feeling greatly relieved that he could finally be alone.
He was already exhausted, and after following Butler Xue around, he felt even more tired. Now he just wanted to wash himself.
He walked into the guest bathroom, found his unopened bathrobe in the closet, and took a leisurely shower.
After finishing, Song Yuqiao was not so indifferent. He took out a tissue and wiped him briefly.
But Song Yuqiao's things were still inside.
From the Song Building to the villa, Song Jianan's pants were slightly wet.
Song Jianan took great effort to clean it.
His hands were not as big as Song Yuqiao's, and his fingers were a little shorter, so he couldn't reach deeper like Song Yuqiao, so it was a bit difficult.
He held the wall with one hand, frowned, and bit his lips to avoid making any strange noises.
The sunlight shines through the frosted windows, making the bathroom bright and transparent, clearly reflecting everything inside.
The palm print on the limp waist has not disappeared yet, and the white jade-like body with purple marks rises and falls rhythmically.
Song Jianan's legs trembled, and he felt a little weak. He slid to the ground, breathing lightly, his dark eyes looking a little helpless.
It feels so weird to do it myself.
It was so strange that he felt that this body was not his, or rather, he suspected that his body was broken.
After kneeling on the ground for a while, he stood up with the help of the wall and rushed again.
He always felt that it was not clean enough, but he had tried his best.
I couldn't help but secretly blame Song Yuqiao in my heart.
So much, and so deep.
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