Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Song Xuanhe just sorted out the plot that appeared in his mind, and heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice: "Why are you not happy."

It expresses doubts, but uses declarative sentences. A pair of cold eyes looks over it, it seems quiet, and there seems to be waves inside.

"Because of the kiss just now?"

Xiao Yuanmu was born again. This time he used interrogative sentences, but there were not many doubts in his tone. On the contrary, he was very calm.

When Song Xuan and Yu Guang saw Xiao Yuanmu's indifferent expression, they just wanted to speak and suddenly caught a glimpse of his red eartips.

At such a moment, he suddenly remembered that it seemed that after kissing him, Xiao Yuanmu was very quiet. Although he hadn't spoken very quietly before, but that kind of quietness, how different is it, Song Xuanhe also I don't know how to describe it, but he can feel it.

And Xiao Yuanmu's red eartips seemed to have been accidentally seen the moment he pushed him away. He didn't pay attention at that time. When I saw it again at this time, I suddenly felt a little strange feeling in my heart.

He almost forgot, this was Xiao Yuanmu's first kiss in this sense, and it didn't count what he had posted before for the mission.

Whether it is a man or a woman, most of them have a special feeling for those things that happened for the first time. Whether it is the first love or the first kiss, it is always more impressive than the later ones.

Now, he turned out to be the first kiss of this big guy.

Moreover, this big man also pretended to have a calm and indifferent conversation with him with red ears, as if he wanted him to express his thoughts about the kiss.

Song Xuanhe was a little surprised. He carefully glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and he happened to meet his eyes, and his red ears were caught in his eyes again.

When he fell in love before, it was not that he hadn't met someone without any experience, it was just that those people felt completely different from Xiao Yuanmu.

This is probably the difference between the boss who is destined to stand on the altar and ordinary people.

Song Xuanhe looked away, squashed his mouth and parked, walked out of the garage to watch the storm outside, and said to Xiao Yuanmu, who had just got off the car, "I want to drink the seafood porridge you remember. Go buy it."

Xiao Yuanmu paused, looking at his straight back, the light in his eyes lit up a little, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent. He walked to Song Xuanhe's side, looked down at the corners of his slightly pursed mouth, and whispered: " I bought the porridge, so you won't be angry anymore?"

The sound of the torrential rain outside was intense, and Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice was mixed with the sound of rain. After being broken and integrated, it was low and light, giving people a slight illusion.

Song Xuanhe blinked, his expression was blank for a moment, and only a few seconds later did he realize what Xiao Yuanmu meant. He raised his head. The garage light was not bright, but Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were bright and bright. There was his figure at the bottom, and the cold voice was suppressed a little deeper: "Okay?"

——I bought the porridge and you won’t be angry anymore, okay?

With fingers bent quickly, Song Xuan and his hands subconsciously moved their hands back, fingers straightened and bent, and his heartbeat suddenly became strangely irregular. He took a breath without a trace, looked at his eyes, and said lightly: "I I want to drink porridge."

Song Xuanhe's eyes did not evade, his clear eyes reflected his figure, but there was no trace of the look he wanted to see. Xiao Yuanmu's heart felt a trace of disappointment passing by, and finally his eyelashes trembled, and he squeezed lightly. The corner of his mouth said: "Okay."

Watching Xiao Yuanmu's back into the rain curtain, Song Xuanhe took the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly: "He didn't bring an umbrella in the plot. This time he is carrying an umbrella."

The system knew that Song Xuanhe was talking to him, although he didn't know how he spoke out directly this time, he still replied: [Such small details are easy to change, only the general direction will not change.

"General direction?" Song Xuanhe sneered, "Xiao Yuanmu asks me for revenge and then finds seven boyfriends?"

The system was silent for a moment. Although it was not a human, it also felt that Song Xuan and his emotions were a little bit wrong. However, before it could think of a reason, he saw Song Xuan and turned around and left the garage, and his expression returned to normal. .

As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Song Xuanhe's cell phone rang, he took a sip of water and then picked it up to connect. His voice was faint: "What?"

"Mr. Song really came here, and he stayed inside until he came out. The one who sent him out looks very close."

Song Xuanhe came with interest and smiled: "How close?"

"Kiss goodbye at the entrance."

"What about the photos?"

"made a bid."

"Anything else."

"Yes, since Song Guochao went in and came out, all the places that can be photographed were taken, and they have been sent to your mailbox."

Song Xuan and raised his eyebrows, went straight upstairs to turn on the computer, opened the mailbox to flip out the photos one by one, and laughed.

"When you kissed at the hallway, you still said that you are intimate. People's rooms are all staged primitive exercises for fitness, and I haven't seen you say it."

There was a moment of silence over there. As a private investigator, he naturally knew the relationship between his employer and Song Guochao, so he didn't directly tell this kind of thing just now. He just waited for him to see the photos and discover for himself. He didn't expect that he would not mind at all, but rather quite happy.

However, private investigators also use money to do things, and they just said: "Those photos are not clear, so they didn't say it."

"Why don't you know." Song Xuan said after zooming in on the photo: "This sharpness can be recognized by anyone who has seen him."

After speaking, Song Xuan and his eyes lit up and said, "You can't engage in spying missions over there, such as pretending to repair water pipes and then install a few pinholes, cameras, or a bug in the woman's room. of."

"Sorry, Mr. Song, we do not provide illegal services."

Song Xuanhe just said casually, he couldn't help being amused when he heard the cautious voice on the other side, and said: "Okay, you continue to stare at that side, and the catkins will not let it go."

"No." The man hesitated, and said: "The catkins seems to have sent someone to take pictures secretly, but the people on their side can't find a place and can only take a few pictures outside."

Song Xuan and Wen Yan smiled, leaning on the back of the chair and lazily said, "Isn't I the one who is most willing to help others, I will help her solve all her troubles."

The detective also had a lot of contact with Song Xuanhe, but when he heard what he said, he was shocked by his shamelessness again, so it took a few seconds before he said: "In this case, I wish Mr. Song heart. I want it to happen."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe touched his chin, looking forward to the great show to be performed in the future.

After taking a shower and changing into home clothes, the rain outside did not mean to decrease. Song Xuan and the phone looked at the time, and the corners of their mouths that had been lightly hooked were pursed, and they were inexplicably irritated.

He lay down on the bed, tossed and fell asleep, suddenly sat up and rubbed his hair rudely: "How is Xiao Yuanmu now."

The system can monitor Xiao Yuanmu's every move, as long as Song Xuanhe wants to watch, he can see what Xiao Yuanmu is doing like a live video.

The system did not expect that Song Xuanhe would suddenly ask about Xiao Yuanmu, but still replied: [Still on the way to remember, the rain was too heavy, and it took him ten minutes to walk out from here.

Remember that on the old streets of Xicheng District, it takes about 30 minutes by car from here, plus the heavy rain now, it is estimated that it will take longer.

Song Xuanhe kicked the pillow to the ground. He didn't know what he was upset about. After turning on the light, he felt even more annoying.

He got out of bed and drank a glass of water, then ran to the cloakroom, took a piece of clothing and put it on, changed his shoes and went straight out.

[Where are you going?

Song Xuanhe started the car and said lightly: "Can't sleep, go out for a drive."

Going for a rainstorm?

Although Ergou is not human and doesn't know much about human beings, but even so, it knows that no one will go for a ride on such a rainy day when it hurts to hit the body.

But as long as Song Xuanhe doesn't do anything that violates the plot, it won't obstruct it, so it doesn't make any more noise.

Song Xuanhe asked the system to announce Xiao Yuanmu's position, and stepped on the accelerator. Remember, just after parking, he saw Xiao Yuanmu come out carrying the porridge.

However, keep in mind that the doorway is a sidewalk. To take a taxi, you have to walk to the side of the driveway in the rain. In this kind of weather, the taxi is almost full and it is impossible to stop the car.

Song Xuanhe watched Xiao Yuanmu put the porridge in his arms and stopped a few cars outside without seeing one stop, and finally raised his leg to cross the road.

He took an umbrella, opened the door of the car and followed him far behind. To be honest, Song Xuanhe didn't know why he could sleep in a warm and dry bed, but he wanted to run out because of the wind and rain. After only two minutes, he was soaked, and the umbrella he was holding seemed to be a display.

However, Xiao Yuanmu in front was still walking, so Song Xuanhe couldn't stop either.

It was almost eleven o'clock at this time. The wind and rain were too heavy. There were few people on the street. There were only a few people waiting for the bus even by the bus stop sign.

There was no bus passing where they lived on this platform, so Xiao Yuanmu didn't stop, he still walked forward.

Standing at the crossroads, Song Xuanhe looked at the empty road on the right, suddenly stopped, and his sight fell on the blue guide sign not far away-Yuandong Road.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and could vaguely see a black cross-country car approaching here. He had already seen the plot countless times in the past few days and he already remembered it well.