Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Hearing this, Song Xuan and chuckles, with an unabashed sneer in his tone: "Must? In what capacity did you negotiate terms with me?"

He raised his chin and squinted slightly. He was obviously shorter than the male model, but even so, the male model was seen by him taking a step back, and then his face was pale and blue to Xiao Yuan, who had already stood up and looked safe. Looking at Mu, he was very unwilling. After thinking of Song Xuanhe's identity, these unwillingness turned into anxiety.

Song Xuanhe saw the male model's pupils trembling, and his pale lips were pursed and pursed. They didn't feel anxious, and stood aside patiently, holding his chest.

He was patient, but Zhou Nan couldn’t wait any longer. He walked a few steps forward to the male model and said with a gloomy face: "Although I have just cleaned up here, the security measures in the house are not perfect, but the swimming pool The wall here is short, and surveillance is installed in advance. Everything you just did is under surveillance. I can know what's going on without telling me. When the hat of deliberate homicide will be put off, none of you can escape. ."

"I didn't! Don't call the police!"

The male model’s psychological defense was finally broken. His eyes were scared red, and he carefully pointed at Song Xuan and the man next to him, with a face as if he was going to die generously: “It’s Master Lu. We just played with the water gun. He came to us and said Whoever squeezed that man out of the pool gave him the endorsement of "One-dimensional", and said that there were 20,000 participants per person, and as long as they participated, we would have a share. We didn’t want to agree. We were just drawn to the hot spot. We also know that we can’t afford to offend the people here. It’s Shao Lu who said that the man is a rabbit, and no one will be held accountable. We dare to do it. I know it’s wrong. You adults don’t remember the villain, Song Shaozhou. Pass us."

Speaking of the last sentence, the male model knelt down, and only wore swimming trunks, his knees that were not covered at all, knocked on the smooth marble floor of the swimming pool, and the crisp collision of bones with the floor was clearly audible.

"Who the hell instructed you to slander Lao Tzu!"

When the male model finished speaking, Song Xuan and the people next to him mentioned the male model who was kneeling on the ground, kicked him over, and fell to the ground.

After the kick, he turned his head hurriedly, half indignant and half aggrieved: "This bitch. The man slandered me, the second youngest of our friendship for so many years, if you believe that he does not believe in me, that brother, I am really wronged."

Song Xuanhe frowned without a trace, ignored the man, but went over him and said to a few male models standing not far away: "Your friend was kicked on the ground, so are you watching?"

Several people looked at each other, some were irrelevant, and others gritted their teeth.

In the end, only one person came over to help the male model who fell to the ground, and then stood aside with his head down, without speaking.

Song Xuanhe saw the violent veins on his arm and slowly smiled: "Are you good friends?"

Hearing Song Xuanhe's laughter, the male model who was arranging the innocence of his forehead burst into blue veins, gritted his teeth and squeezed out: "Yes."

"good relationship?"

"Correct."

Song Xuan sighed, "A friend with such a good relationship is treated like a dog. You can kick and kick. You can look at it coldly. This is a very good relationship."

The inch-head male model raised his head suddenly, the anger in his eyes was gushing, and then he fell cold again, his voice squeezed from between his teeth: "I can't wait to interrupt his hands and feet and sink him into the pool, and I can't wait to scrape him all the time— —"

"What's your name?"

Song Xuanhe was suddenly interrupted by Song Xuanhe in the middle of the ruthless talk. Not only the short-headed man was stunned, but the quiet bystanders were also inexplicable. Xiao Yuanmu, who had been sitting not far away under a blanket, raised his head directly, and his eyes fell to Cuntou. The man scanned his body inch by inch, and his eyes gradually became icy.

The anger and hatred of the Cinchou man was interrupted by Song Xuanhe. The ferocity in his eyes disappeared for most of the moment.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Yu Tuan, the name is good, you can do as you just said."

Yu Tuan was taken aback, but did not react.

Lu Chao reacted, his eyes widened: "Second Young Master, what do you mean?"

"It means it literally." Song Xuanhe didn't even look at him. He smiled and said to Yu Tuan: "Thousands of knives are a bit bloody, you can do as much as you want in the first half, and I will help you if something happens."

Yu Tuan: "..."

"Forget it." Xiao Yuanmu walked to Song Xuanhe's side, raised his hand to cover a bath towel on his back, but did not let down the hand on him, and said, "I'm fine."

Song Xuan and his head turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu, because he had just fallen into the water and fell into a coma, his face was still pale, his perfect lip shape was slightly pressed, a white mark was pressed between the pale pink lips, and the jet black spread on the white forehead. Above, the obvious contrast of black and white, fragile and beautiful, inexplicably sexy.

Male face misfortune.

When these four words floated in Song Xuanhe's mind, he felt the gaze that was sticking to Xiao Yuanmu from all directions.

Xiao Yuanmu is so good-looking, it's the kind that can't be saved for a million miles, and it's hard to look away with just one glance.

However, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu faced each other day and night. Although he was still amazed at times, he still had immunity. He looked at Xiao Yuanmu without blinking at the moment, simply because he was shocked.

the first time!

This was the first time Xiao Yuanmu approached him proactively, and it was also the first time to speak with him in a voice that sounded a little cold, in fact at least eight degrees softer than usual.

The last and only time I heard him speak like this was when I overheard the conversation between him and the dean of the orphanage when I first saw him, his voice was cold but soft that could not be ignored.

At that time, Song Xuanhe, who was extremely resistant to contact with Xiao Yuanmu because of the plot, suddenly calmed down. In that book, he saw Xiao Yuanmu who was gloomy and cold in the later period, but he heard such a clean and clear voice. What is inexplicable is the willingness to believe that the owner of this voice will not become such a cold-blooded person.

Song Xuanhe also suddenly felt sad, because the owner of this voice was destined to become the Xiao Yuanmu in the book, who was in despair and helplessness, and even his biological parents could hardly get close.

It was because of this sudden emergence that even he himself felt inexplicably a little more complicated than compassion, which made him choose to face him in the most undefended state at the very beginning.

However, watching these eyes that have not been contaminated by the cold and gloom, Song Xuanhe was a little at a loss and irritated.

If Xiao Yuanmu has trust in him, then he will be hurt more in the future. He can almost imagine that in the future, these clean eyes pretending to be indifferent will be filled with desperation even more than expected, and finally these despair A little bit of silence in the hatred, turned into a real icy cold.

This should not be the case.

He chose not to collapse at the beginning to avoid such things from happening, but in the end things developed into what he least wanted to see.

The betrayal of the trusted person and the abandonment by the person who is already wary of disgust is not a degree of injury. Song Xuanhe has a deep understanding of this.

Fortunately, everything is still just a sign, which happens to be the best to kill and the easiest to turn around.

Song Xuanhe took down the bath towel Xiao Yuanmu put on him, and at the same time pulled away his hand, his tone was cold and careless: "It's none of your business, you go there and wait first."

Xiao Yuanmu was ripped off by him and hung his hands in the air. He was slightly stiff, and the softness of his eyes instantly solidified. He pressed his lips tightly, turned and left.

Song Xuanhe didn't look back, and said to Yu Tuan, "Do it."

Yu Tuan subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuanmu's back, and even Zhou Nan felt something was wrong, and he leaned in and said, "Your little boyfriend seems to be angry, why don't you go and coax?"

"Do it." Song Xuan and Irrespective of Zhou Nan looked at Yu Tuan and said, "I won't say it the third time, or just as Lu Chao said, you go down the show."

Yu Tuan became stiff, and walked towards Lu Chao without saying anything. Seeing Lu Chao stepping back, he kicked him directly, and then every fist that fell on him hit the real place, only to hear the painful sound, and finally even Cried and begged for mercy.

Just when Yu Tuan was about to kick Lu Chao into the swimming pool, Song Xuanhe stopped him and watched Yu Tuan's expression from anger to calmness, smiling and saying, "Who is the other person? There are two people behind the scenes. One, can you calm down by just grabbing one?"

Yu Xuan's movements stopped, and the eyes of Song Xuanhe were full of surprise.

"can not say?"

"There is nothing I can't say." Yu Tuan glanced around at the crowd and said: "It's just that I didn't see too clearly. I only knew it was a woman, wearing a black dress, short paragraph, and long hair."

Song Xuanhe nodded thoughtfully, squatted down to look at Lu Chao, and asked him, "Is it Song Jiani?"

Lu Chao's cry stopped, and he met Song Xuanhe's eyes.

"It's really her." Song Xuanhe shook his head and murmured, "Don't listen to the old man."

After that, Song Xuanhe got up, kicked Lu Chao into the swimming pool, and after a plop, he said to Yu Tuan, "You can go. Even if this matter is over here, no one will look for you in the future. Trouble, remember that in the future, you will be a bit harder and your knees will be harder, and you will really kick the iron plate, let alone kneeling, it's useless to kowtow, don't believe in some feudal remnants.

In the second half, I spoke to the male model next to Yu Tuan. Everyone present knew it well, and the male model lowered his head in shame.

Song Xuanhe was about to leave when he finished speaking. Yu Tuan stopped him: "Song Shao."

When Song Xuanhe turned his head, he heard Yu Tuan pursing his mouth, "Thank you."

Zhou Nan laughed out loud and clasped his shoulders and said: "Song Er, don't say it, I found that I saw you more pleasing to your eyes today."