Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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A thunderstorm awakened Song Xuanhe from his dream.

He stared at the dense dark clouds outside the window, yawned, and sat up on the bed. He glanced at the time, at eleven o'clock in the morning, but the dark clouds outside and the sudden lightning flashes The rain made him feel in a trance that he didn't know what this eve was.

He sat quietly on the bed for a while, then slowly climbed out of the bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower, and he felt much more refreshed after he washed away the alcohol.

Yesterday, he didn't actually drink much. According to his original drink volume, there was no problem at all, but he did not expect that the original owner's body drink volume was so bad, but after a few glasses of liquor, his head was dizzy.

It seems that in the future, I still want to drink less outside, Song Xuanhe snorted regretfully, wiped his hair and went downstairs.

When he walked to the living room, he found that Xiao Yuanmu, who was usually either reading in the room or not knowing what he was doing, was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he could speak, he inadvertently scanned the TV screen. Pause.

"——Although this photo is vague, we can see that Liu Yinghou is drinking with a man. The gestures of the two are very ambiguous. It is probably the posture of drinking glasses for marriage in ancient times. There are also rumors that this son It's not the first time to visit the catkins in the middle of the night. They also went in and out of a hotel together."

Two fuzzy photos of the hotel’s name appeared on TV. Song Xuanhe fixed his eyes to see that he broke the catkins and opened up with Song Guochao. At the time of the room, I didn’t expect this entertainment to ignore Song Guochao and took a picture of him at the front desk. The photos of the inspection and a photo of catkins walking into the elevator with a mask on, forced them together.

Song Xuanhe was not very angry, but rather a little bit funny and expectant. It was funny because he found that no matter which world he was in, looking at pictures and telling stories was one of the survival skills that entertainment media practitioners must master, and he couldn’t wait to know Song Guochao. What's the expression on seeing this news.

Probably, Song Guochao was already scolding him at this time.

With a gleeful smile in his eyes, he walked to the sofa and sat down. Hearing the sound of rain like splashing water outside the window, he rolled his leg on the sofa, grabbed a pillow, and was about to play games with his mobile phone. Mu stood up.

Song Xuanhe looked up, collided with Xiao Yuanmu's gaze in the air, and subconsciously shrank back, feeling that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were even more stormy and rainy than outside.

However, Xiao Yuanmu just glanced at him, then turned and left without a trace.

Song Xuanhe was a little inexplicable. He held his mobile phone and thought for a while, and found that the big brother's mind was really beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he didn't bother to think about it. The left and right are just plastic actors. In the future, it will be chased and chased. The relationship of killing can't be changed after guessing, so there is no need to waste brain cells.

Song Xuan and the downstairs played games heartlessly, while Xiao Yuanmu upstairs took a cold shower three times before suppressing the hostility in his heart.

Xiao Yuanmu stood by the bed and looked at the dark sky outside the window. He felt that the dullness and gloom that had just disappeared seemed a little deeper. His eyes were dark and he suddenly wanted to smoke, but he did not move half of his body. Stand with a straight back.

He knew that something was different.

He has no doubt that at first he was absolutely impatient and disgusted with Song Xuanhe, but now, he is not sure what he thinks about Song Xuanhe.

I don't like it, I don't hate it anymore, but it's also difficult to get along with ordinary people who don't care about it. Song Xuanhe now is a complicated existence that is difficult to describe with a single word.

There is something strange, elusive, and even something that shouldn’t have appeared at all. It appeared in his heart without the slightest warning, like a light breaking through the mist, or like a mirage that tempts visitors to fall to the bottom of the valley. It’s not clear. It was bad, but it was like silk, with a trace of entanglement, which made him unable to break free.

This kind of emotion was caught off guard and inexplicable. There was no sign. He was a little overwhelmed but did not reject it. On the contrary, he was curious about the reason for this emotion and how this emotion would develop.

Since you can't break free, then wait and see.

...

After Song Xuanhe played a game, he looked up and found that it was past twelve o'clock, and his stomach screamed at the right time. With the screams, his hunger aggravated. Suddenly he had the courage and decided to go upstairs and call Xiao Yuan. Mu cooks.

Anyway, he will be offended in the future, and now he can enjoy the food first. In a sense, he has made a little bit.

Standing at the door of Xiao Yuanmu's room, he just raised his hand, and before he could knock on the door, the door was opened. Xiao Yuanmu looked down at him and said lightly, "Hungry?"

Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, before taking a step back, hugging his chest and saying, "Why don't you cook at this time?"

"What to eat?"

Song Xuanhe wanted to eat anything at this time, but considering the ingredients in the refrigerator, he still didn't embarrass Xiao Yuanmu, and said directly: "Chicken, Zuo Zongtang chicken."

Xiao Yuan Mulue nodded and said quietly: "Yes."

Song Xuanhe was really hungry. He found something to fill his stomach and ate a little in the kitchen, but he didn't dare to eat more. Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills were worth waiting for him.

Xiao Yuanmu cooked quickly, but within half an hour, three dishes were already on the table, while Song Xuanhe had already been sitting at the table waiting eagerly.

Even if Song Xuanhe was hungry, he was slow to eat, chewing the food carefully, and carefully feeling the taste of the food.

When he was almost finished eating, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly said, "The day you knocked over the table, the boiled fish was not on the table. I put it in the refrigerator afterwards."

Song Xuan froze with the chop, and then naturally added a piece of chicken into his mouth, swallowed it, and looked up at Xiao Yuanmu, with a blank expression: "Really?"

"Yes."

Song Xuanhe blinked, frowning like thinking, then said: "I don't remember if there is any boiled fish on the table."

Xiao Yuanmu had no expression on his face, his tone was neither salty nor light: "The next morning, the boiled fish in the refrigerator was gone."

"Is there anything like this?" Song Xuanhe looked surprised and said innocently: "Maybe the aunt who cleaned this morning fell down."

"The bowl of boiled fish is gone."

"Maybe it was taken by the aunt?" Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, "Maybe she took it to eat by herself."

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, "Really?"

"It's possible." Song Xuanhe snorted, saying: "I think it looks good, so I took it to eat."

Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks and said no more, returning to his usual high coldness.

Song Xuan and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were witty and threw the pot promptly. If Xiao Yuanmu knew that he got up in the middle of the night and ate the bowl of boiled fish fillets, he would throw the bowl away because he could not wash the dishes Extinction, then he will play the arrogant second generation ancestor in the future, where is the convincing power?

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It was unexpectedly calm on Monday, at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Song Xuanhe waited outside the door of the venture capital department. Someone came out one after another. It didn't seem strange to see him. They all greeted him with a smile, and their tone was no longer as cautious as before. .

Not long after, Xiao Yuanmu walked over and saw him lightly said, "Let's go."

As soon as the two were about to leave, they heard one yelling: "Mr. Song! Xiao Xiao!"

Song Xuanhe turned his face, catching a flash of impatience in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, but still asked: "What's the matter?"

"That's it." The man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said, "Today is the dinner day of our venture capital department. Xiao Xiao can't say it in the afternoon, but I think it's Xiao Xiao. The first time I entered the company, my colleagues would inevitably leave a not-so-social impression in my colleagues’ hearts, and more contact with my colleagues would be good for future work, wouldn’t it? And if Mr. Song was also together, maybe it was still Can I encourage everyone and make everyone more passionate about the company."

Even if going to the dinner party is a must-go plot, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "I don't know, I am a marketing department, and eating with your venture capital department can boost employee morale?"

The man in glasses choked, but his smile did not change at all. He said, "Since it doesn't boost morale, then Mr. Song can also attend as a family member."

In the end, none of the people who can get into the management team are not human spirits. If Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu are really in love with his words, it would be difficult to refuse anyway.

However, he and Xiao Yuanmu are not in love, nor can they refuse.

So Song Xuanhe no longer embarrassed the project manager of the venture capital department, smiled and said: "Since you said that, let's go."

When Song Xuan and the three arrived, the private room was already full of people, the barbecue shop was filled with smoke, and the meat made a sizzling noise, giving it a different sense of excitement.

Seeing them walk in, most of the people were a little surprised, cleverly got up to make room, and said, "Mr. Song, Xiao Xiao, Mr. Zhang, you sit here."

Song Xuanhe was also welcome. He pulled Xiao Yuanmu into two separate positions and fell to his seat. Soon there were new dishes and chopsticks. Some people even put the freshly baked food in a bowl and handed them to them. .

"No." Song Xuan and waved his hand to reject the girl who came over with the plate, raised his chin and pointed at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "I eat his grill."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, their eyes became ambiguous, and the male colleague grinned and said, "Understand."

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, rolled up his sleeves calmly, took the barbecue tongs and scissors, and helped him barbecue. Every time he baked a piece, he put it in his bowl. It was well cooked and matched with vegetarian dishes.

Song Xuanhe frowned when he saw it. How could he feel that Xiao Yuanmu seemed lifeless? After all, the original description of Xiao Yuanmu was cold.

However, Xiao Yuanmu usually has no expression on his face, and he is extremely skillful in controlling emotions and anger in appearance. He can't see that his expression changes are also normal. After all, this big man is very patient.