Quick Travel: Three Thousand Worlds Are Just Playthings

Song Bojian deliberately restrained the raised corners of his mouth and replied arrogantly:

"I'm satisfied!"

The Song family's medicine was indeed extraordinary. The injury on Song Bojian's hand was completely healed on the third day after returning home.

After the wound recovered, Song Bojian began to pester Shi Miao to go on a trip. When Shi Miao refused, he kept acting coquettish and insisted on going.

In the end, Shi Miao had no choice but to obey him.

Shi Miao's popularity has not subsided recently, let alone Song Bojian, who is a great actor and has countless fans.

After much deliberation, the two of them decided not to take a plane, but drove out by themselves.

In the car, Song Bojian looked excited: "Miaomiao, where are we going?"

After agreeing to drive out, Shi Miao took the car keys and left Lanting with Song Bojian.

As for where they want to travel, the two of them haven't decided yet.

"They all say that the scenery in Jiangnan is beautiful. Why don't we go to Jiangnan?"

"Okay!"

After the destination was decided, Shi Miao drove Song Bo to province j.

Province J is rich in tourism resources, with natural and cultural landscapes blending together. There are ancient towns and water towns, thousand-year-old temples, classical gardens, lakes and mountains, imperial mausoleums, and capital ruins. It can be said that "Wu Yun and Han style, each is good at what they do."

After driving for more than ten hours, Shi Miao and the others finally arrived in city n, the capital of province j.

Too lazy to make his own guide, Shi Miao directly hired a tour guide to serve him exclusively.

With a tour guide leading the way, the two of them visited most of the tourist attractions in Province J within a week, focusing on enjoying themselves.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to return, but neither of them mentioned anything about going back.

Song Bojian saw Shi Miao's reluctance and took the initiative to suggest:

"Miaomiao, there's still a week left before the [Qiangu] audition. Let's play for two more days and then set off back in two days, okay?"

"Okay, A-Jian, it's so peaceful here! I don't even want to leave."

At this time, Shi Miao was sitting in the unique garden hotel in S City, J Province, lazily enjoying the feeling of the warm sunlight hitting his body.

"If you like this place, I can buy it and give it to you."

A familiar voice came, and Shi Miao and Song Bojian turned to look at Song Yehuai behind them at the same time.

Shi Miao was okay. Although he was a little surprised, he quickly reacted and said hello with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Song. Mr. Song is also here to visit S City?"

"Well, the company is not busy recently, so I just wanted to go out for a walk. Miaomiao can just call me by my name from now on. It sounds awkward to me to call you Mr. Song."

As Song Yehuai spoke, he walked to Shi Miao naturally and sat down next to Shi Miao.

At this time, Song Bojian, who was sitting on the other side of Shi Miao, looked extremely ugly.

If Song Pajian was still taking a chance before, thinking that his brother-in-law would not argue with him for Miaomiao, now Song Pajian has completely understood the facts:

My uncle really fell in love with Miaomiao, and he was determined to win Miaomiao, but he couldn't keep Miaomiao.

Seeing that Song Bojian looked unhappy, Shi Miao was about to say a few words of comfort when he was interrupted by Song Yehuai's voice:

"Ajian, why are you looking so pale? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Young Master Song, please go down and have a look."

"Yes."

A man came out of nowhere and pulled Song Bojian to leave. Song Bojian didn't want to and shook off Song Yi's hand:

"Uncle, I'm fine, I..."

Before Song Bojian could finish his words, Song Yi knocked him out and took him away.

Shi Miao frowned and looked at Song Yehuai and asked dissatisfiedly:

"Mr. Song, what are you doing?"

Song Yehuai did not answer Shi Miao's question, but looked at Shi Miao for a while, then pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

"Miaomiao, call me Yehuai."

Just as Shi Miao was about to struggle, he heard Song Yehuai, who was lying on his shoulder, saying very tiredly:

"Miaomiao, don't move. Let me hold you for a while. I've been in so much pain these past few days that I haven't rested since."

After hearing this, Shi Miao finally relented when he remembered the information 099 had transmitted to him:

"Mr. Song,"

"Ye Huai, call me Ye Huai, Miaomiao."

I don’t know why Song Yehuai seems to be particularly persistent in addressing her?

Shi Miao had no choice but to call him as he wished:

"Ye Huai, have you asked someone to find out what's going on with your situation?"

Song Yehuai closed his eyes and lay comfortably on Shi Miao's shoulder. Even his voice seemed to be full of joy:

"Miaomiao, are you worried about me?"

"Not only me, A-Jian and Mr. Song should be worried about you."

Shi Miao felt that Song Yehuai, who was so afraid of Song Bojian, the young master of the Song family, should have a very high status in the Song family.

So I simply thought that Mr. Song and the others would also be worried about Song Yehuai's health.

"Miaomiao, you are right. They are indeed worried about me. After all, if I die, the luck accumulated by the Song family for thousands of years will be wiped out in an instant."

Shi Miao was stunned and pretended not to know anything about it and asked Song Yehuai:

"Ye Huai, what do you mean by this? You and the Song family?"

Song Yehuai rubbed Shi Miao's shoulder with his chin, seeming a little uneasy:

"I am not Mr. Song's child. Strictly speaking, I am just a tool with the blood of the Song family in me.

My biological father gave birth to me in order to rob the Song family of their luck.

He succeeded. Since I was born, I have been unconsciously trying to steal the Song family's luck, but along with the luck that others dream of, comes the pain of my body being constantly torn apart.

Miaomiao, it hurts so much! It hurts all the time. "

For the first time, Song Yehuai was trembling when he revealed his miserable life experience and past to others.

Shi Miao felt sorry for his helplessness and hugged Song Yehuai back harder.

"Later, Song Bojian's father, Song Qi, rescued me. With his help, I only lived a normal life for a few years.

It's a pity that Uncle Qi died and I didn't even see him for the last time. "

When he said this, Shi Miao's neck was suddenly burned, and Song Yehuai cried.

"Song Bojian is Uncle Qi's only bloodline. In order to help Songbojian awaken the purest bloodline of the Song family, I will not hesitate to reverse the formation and return to hell.

But Mr. Song still doesn't trust me. Although he treats me well on the surface, he is still wary of me, fearing that I will usurp Song Bojian's position as the head of the Song family.

Miaomiao, I don't want to be the head of the Song family. I have been giving in. So far, I have made the biggest concession I can. "

Shi Miao thought that after Song Yehuai helped Song Bojian awaken his bloodline, Mr. Song regarded him as his adopted son out of gratitude.

Now it seems that he just wants to use Song Yehuai to pave the way for Song Bojian.

Shi Miao felt Song Yehuai's dissatisfaction and disappointment with the Song family, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

So Shi Miao raised his head and kissed Song Yehuai's chin softly:

"You have been wronged, Ye Huai."