Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

024

The rain is pouring, except for the sound of rain hitting the umbrella and the ground, it is the whining wind.

Xiao Yuanmu touched the porridge in his hand and found that there was residual warmth. The corners of his tight mouth loosened a little. A strong wind blew the umbrella in his hand and blew it back. He subconsciously pulled it. Between the light, could not help but pause.

The umbrella has been stabilized by him. Across the rain curtain, Xiao Yuanmu looked straight at the road when he came. There was a person standing at the intersection, the gray windbreaker was blown up, about the gust of wind, he pulled the umbrella backwards. Comparing with the wind, the white T-shirt in the windbreaker and the gray home pants on the lower body were exposed to the rain, but after a while, they were wet by the heavy rain and clung to his body, revealing a bit of loneliness and pity for no reason.

It didn't need to be so clear at all, just with such a vague figure, Xiao Yuanmu had already determined that it was Song Xuanhe.

He just wanted to lift his leg and walk over there, but saw that Song Xuanhe had stabilized the umbrella and ducked behind the flowerbed bushes, not even showing the tip of the umbrella.

Xiao Yuan Muton stayed on the spot. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth twitched a little bit. There was no one else here, and the corners of his mouth did not conceal the upwards, and he chuckled softly.

During this time of getting along, he had already figured out Song Xuanhe's temperament, proud, unrestrained, freewheeling, and deeply hidden soft and awkward.

At this time, if he went straight up to expose Song Xuanhe, he would probably not only refuse to admit it because of his character, but would also suffocate his breath to ask him trouble and deliberately stab him with nasty things, and would be more likely to become angry and just ignore him.

If it was the former, Xiao Yuanmu still didn't think there was anything, but he would find it difficult to accept the latter.

Xiao Yuanmu turned around. Before the smile in his eyes had subsided, he heard a vague cry. He subconsciously turned his head to look, but just raised his eyes, he was squinted by the high beam not far away. I lost my eyes and my vision blurred for a moment.

The black off-road vehicle got closer and closer. After Xiao Yuanmu's eyesight recovered, he dodges and prepares to avoid. However, when he hears the sound of getting closer, his mind turns, his steps are stopped, and the off-road vehicle stepping on the brake just hits. To him.

Song Xuanhe stopped in the middle of the run. The umbrella had no idea where he had gone. He could only watch Xiao Yuanmu fall to the ground. The rain hit the ground and hit the unconscious person on his feet. It seems to be set in place, and I can't lift it up.

[Xiao Yuanmu is okay, just got wiped.

The voice of the system rang in his mind, and Song Xuanhe suddenly returned to his senses and ran in the direction of Xiao Yuanmu.

The owner of the off-road vehicle also opened the door. He was squatting next to Xiao Yuanmu to check his condition. He took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the emergency number. Before the call was made, a handsome young man quickly approached him. As he ran over, his hair was wet and attached to his forehead, with a rather pitiful appearance.

Weichen suddenly remembered the little milk dog he had picked up when he was a child. It was also a rainstorm day, quite similar to the young man in the rain.

However, the young man knew he was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth—"Call an ambulance! What do you want to do!

At exactly this time, there was a sound from the earpiece in his ear, and Wei Chen coughed, and explained the matter here in front of the young man, and then hung up the phone after making the address clear.

Weichen turned his head and looked at the young man, only to see him squatting on the side, bewildered but afraid to touch the unconscious man on the ground, just calling the man's name over and over again: "Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu, are you okay?" "

Seeing that the unconscious man did not respond, the young man frowned and was obviously very anxious. He wiped the rain off his face, suddenly turned his face to look over, and asked, "Is there an umbrella?"

Weichen was shocked, got up and took the umbrella from the car. The young man snatched it and held up the umbrella and held it above the unconscious man. There was a trace of stubbornness in the corners of his lips. When he looked carefully, he seemed to be hidden. With many emotions that he couldn't see clearly, Wei Chen couldn't help asking: "What is your relationship with this person?"

After the system repeatedly ensured that Xiao Yuanmu was absolutely fine, Song Xuanhe relaxed a little. Hearing the voice of Weichen at the moment, he turned his head and looked at him, and could not help but look at him up and down.

After reading it, Young Master Song turned his head, owed even one look, and said coldly: "What's your business."

Weichen was choked by him, and suddenly felt a little funny again. He couldn't help but laughed and said: "I am the perpetrator, he is the victim, you squat over, of course I have to ask you what is your relationship with the victim. , People are still in a coma, I can't ask him."

Song Xuan snorted, and Wei Chen almost said that he suspected of touching porcelain.

"You won't know when he wakes up." Song Xuanhe was too lazy to pay attention to him, his expression and voice were very cold.

Weichen was not annoyed. He himself studied medicine. He had just checked Xiao Yuanmu and nothing happened, so now he also chats casually. He smiled: "Then what is your name?"

Young Master Song Xiao gave him a blank look, and didn't even say anything this time, with four words written on his face-it's your shit.

The hospital was very close to here, and the ambulance rushed over in a short while, the doctors and nurses came down with the stretcher, Song Xuanhe followed into the ambulance, and Wei Chen drove his car behind.

The doctor checked Xiao Yuanmu and said to Song Xuan, “It’s okay. There are abrasions on the legs and body. They are all skin injuries. The main cause of the coma is fever. I have just received a fever reduction shot. Nothing will happen after you retire."

Song Xuanhe was completely relieved, and after politely thanking the doctor, he turned around and prepared to go to the ward to see Xiao Yuanmu. At this time, Weichen had also negotiated with the traffic police, and it happened to see Song Xuanhe's gentle and gentle talk. The way the doctor was talking, he raised his eyebrows and said, "So you can still speak well."

Song Xuanhe relaxed at this time and returned to his usual arrogant and arrogant appearance. He leaned against the wall and hugged his chest, looking at people with his chin up: "How can the person you hit me want me to talk to you? "

Weichen was stunned when he heard the words. After a few seconds, he hesitated and said, "Who is yours? Boyfriend?"

Song Xuanhe bent his eyes and hooked his fingers at Weichen. When he saw his head approaching, he curled his lips and said, "Do you think he looks like a girlfriend?"

Weichen froze and realized that he had been played by someone, but he didn't feel too angry. He stood up straight with a smile on his face: "Since he is a friend, then leave a contact information. The follow-up hospitalization will recover from injuries and miss work. You can ask me for reimbursement for all expenses. This is my business card."

Song Xuanhe didn't answer it, just glanced at the words on the card, and couldn't help but sneered: "Your student union still has a card, society."

Guardian shrugged, his smile fell into a frenzy: "It is often said that school is a small society, and I am praised for it."

Weichen is very sassy and shameless. This is the same as Song Xuanhe's. If he usually encounters such a well-matched opponent, he would still be interested in a few words, but now he is too lazy to talk with him. To say it more, I took a few words casually and took the business card and closed the door of the ward directly, expressing his impatience vividly.

Seeing that Weichen left without entanglement anymore, Song Xuanhe turned around and walked in.

This is a specially arranged single patient room. The decoration inside is simple and clean, and there is a little warm feeling. Song Xuanhe didn't look much, and his eyes fell on the person lying on the bed.

The expression of impatient expression faded a little bit. He lowered his eyes and stood on the spot. The cotton swab bag in his hand was crumpled by him, occasionally making a few noises, which was very abrupt in the quiet ward. .

Thinking of the nurse’s prompt, he unpacked a pack of cotton swabs and walked to the hospital bed, looking at Xiao Yuanmu’s flushed cheeks and chapped pale lips, the fingers holding the cotton swabs couldn’t help tightening, whether it was a plot destined to happen or not. The situation in front of him was indeed caused by him, and the guilt in his heart could not be reduced by half.

Xiao Yuanmu's hand on the side of the bed had long phalanx and thin needles on the back of his hand. The red abrasions extending from the little finger to the wrist were particularly obvious on his fair skin. Even though the nurse had treated it, it stopped the bleeding. Such a large area of ​​bruises still looked a bit hideous. I don't know if it was because of the pain, the scarred fingers twitched almost undetectably.

Song Xuan and subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and found that he did not wake up before he breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly remembered his mother's gentle but very effective way of handling injuries every time he was injured, and couldn't help but lower his head and blew on Xiao Yuanmu's arm. , Even knowing that Xiao Yuanmu could not hear, Song Xuanhe still whispered: "I'm sorry."

[This is not your fault. The plot is like this. Even if you don't let Xiao Yuanmu go out to buy things, he will be hit by a car in a rainstorm. You don't need to blame yourself.

If Song Xuanhe didn’t answer the system, his eyelashes were drooping, and he awkwardly printed a cotton swab soaked in water on Xiao Yuanmu’s lips. The place where his eyes fell was pale and dry. He was caught by him two hours ago. The suffocation of lip, tongue, and wanton churning suddenly hit, Song Xuan made a good gesture and threw the cotton swab into the trash can.

Looking at Xiao Yuanmu who was sleeping, Song Xuanhe put the cotton swab aside and replied lightly: [Knowing that he will be in a car accident and pushing him out, whether it is the plot or not, as an insider, I cannot shirk responsibility.

Hearing that, the system was about to speak, but it noticed a strange wave of fluctuations. Before it could be verified, Song Xuanhe had gotten up and walked out, and he couldn't help saying: [Aren’t you going to take care of Xiao Yuanmu?

[I'm going to change clothes.Song Xuanhe looked at the empty corridor and pressed the corners of his mouth. He needed to calm down before he could face Xiao Yuanmu after waking up as usual.

The door was gently closed, and silence returned to the room.

The person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look in the direction of Song Xuanhe's departure. His eyes were deep but he couldn't see the emotions. The calm face was full of coldness, as if washed away from the lead. Stay calm and indifferent, giving people an illusion of harmlessness.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.