Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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The morning light was sprinkled on the wood-colored floor, and the small dust flew with the light and shadow. The bed, which was only half caged by the sun, was arched up and down, slightly invisible.

I don’t know how long it took before a soft grunt came from the quilt. The messy black hair came out of the quilt first, and then the young man’s blushing face was revealed because of the lack of air circulation. His long curled eyelashes trembled slightly, quietly. The closed eyes also struggled to open a little, and they were pierced by the light. They stretched out their slender fingers and rubbed them before opening them completely.

Song Xuanhe raised his hand on his forehead to cover the unobstructed light. As his consciousness gradually became clear, the memories of last night were like fragments, cluttered together, and then returned little by little.

He looked back lazily. From the time Xiao Yuanmu asked him about the situation of the Song family on the way home, to when he returned home, Xiao Yuanmu asked him why he pursued him. His answer seemed to be correct.

Xiao Yuanmu really became suspicious of him, and even asked him why he didn't sleep with him while he was drunk. How did he answer?

Song Xuanhe thought about it blankly for a while, and pulled out the picture from memory—oh, he asked Xiao Yuanmu why he wanted to sleep together.

The expression that Xiao Yuanmu almost broke after hearing his answer appeared in his mind. Song Xuanhe couldn't help but laughed. He had never seen such a wonderful expression on Xiao Yuanmu.

What did he say later?Xiao Yuanmu is so angry!

Song Xuanhe continued to recall with great pride. Sure enough, Xiao Yuanmu pushed him away in anger, then he grabbed Xiao Yuanmu and called him-father?

father?

His name is Xiao Yuanmu's father?

Song Xuan and the smirk on his face stagnated, Huo Di sat up, clutching the pillow beside him, his eyes were filled with shock that he did not want to believe, but the enthusiasm on his back did not follow the master's heart, extending from his neck to his ears. The posterior roots are so red, mixed with shame and annoyance.

I don’t know if I’m still desperate holding the last glimmer of hope, Song Xuanhe put a pillow on his head, and his voice is tense: [Ergou, check it out, if people get drunk, they will have confused memories, or even fabricate them completely inconsistent with the facts. Memory.

Can memory confusion, but will not fabricate memory.] The system answered quickly, and then said with sympathy: [You really called Dad Dad yesterday, and you were crying and calling him Dad while asking him not to leave. Your memory is correct.

Song Xuanhe's mind resurfaced the scene at the time, completely crushing his last hope, lying on the bed with no expression on his face, thinking about how he would face Xiao Yuanmu when he waited.

[By the way, your mother was also mentioned in what you said, telling them not to leave you behind, Xiao Yuanmu won't doubt anything because of this.

Song Xuanhe threw the pillow over and turned over. The shock was too great, and his tone did not fluctuate: [No, the original owner's parents separated when he was six years old. At that time, the original owner's mother returned to his natal home, and Song Guochao did not After taking care of the original owner, he threw the original owner directly to his grandfather to take care of him. Xiao Yuanmu wouldn't think much as long as he found out here.

The system heaved a sigh of relief and said: [This is fine, but Xiao Yuanmu can't find out even if he is suspicious.

Song Xuanhe snorted lazily, thinking that he would see Xiao Yuanmu later, so he didn't want to say another word.

The system is very confused: [My data tells me that you are very unhappy now, why?

Seeing that Song Xuanhe did not answer, the system analyzed Song Xuanhe's reaction just now and asked: "Because you called Xiao Yuanmu's father?

[What's unhappy about this, isn't it just a title?I also call you big brother.

Song Xuan and his eyelids moved, he rolled his eyes into the air and said: [Can Big Brother and Dad be the same?Don't talk to me, I am upset now.

Young Master Song Xiao rarely loses his temper, but when his temper comes up, almost no one can coax him.

But the system did it: [My data tells me that the reason you are unhappy is that you don’t want to see Xiao Yuanmu. In this case, you can completely ignore him. Anyway, there is no plot you need to play in this month. The system will not Force you to stay with him.

Song Xuanhe sat up almost instantaneously. After sweeping away the decadence just now, his eyes were sparkling, and he forgot to speak in his mind when he was excited, and said directly: "Really!?"

of course.] The system said: [As far as I know, the next plot that requires you to appear is thirty-five days later. During this period, you can completely avoid Xiao Yuanmu.

One month is enough for him to erase the memory of his father named Xiao Yuanmu!

Moreover, this is the first time since he came to this world, he can easily do whatever he wants!

Song Xuanhe got out of bed quickly, and picked up the car keys after a casual tidying. With the help of the system, Xiao Yuanmu who was in the study was not disturbed, and he drove directly back to the old house.

When he heard the sound of closing the door, Xiao Yuanmu's hand typing on the keyboard paused before continuing to reply to the email.

Song Xuanhe got out of the car humming a song in a very good mood. Just when he walked into the garden, he saw the old aunt of Song’s house approaching. After seeing him, his dignified expression was kind, and before he could speak, he immediately compared Made a don't speak gesture.

"What's the matter?" Song Xuanhe leaned his head and asked in a low voice.

The aunt patted him carefully on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "The woman raised by Mr. Song came to the door. The old man is angry, and the young master should leave soon, otherwise the husband will ask you to spread the fire again."

The aunt’s low expression voice was full of love and concern, but Song Xuanhe’s eyes lit up. He almost forgot that the catkins had sent the photos to Song’s house. This was a good show, and it was directed by him. How could you not watch it!

"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, I will be fine." Song Xuanhe suppressed the gleeful smile under his eyes, and whispered before Aunt Zhao: "I can't help but show up for such a big thing at home, and my mother is alone. I'm not relieved either."

Seeing Song Xuan and the clear and bright eyes, Aunt Zhao sighed. What a good child, she is always headstrong, but she always thinks about her family. If it weren't for the husband and wife, the young master should How sensible.

Song Xuanhe had a good sense for this kind-hearted old aunt. Seeing that she was still worried, he calmed down and said a few more words before letting Aunt Zhao rest assured to let him in.

Just before he went in, he exhorted a few more words: "Young Master, don't confront Mr. Song like you did before. He doesn't care about things now, but if you come forward and talk, he can find reason. Up."

Having spent most of her life in the Song family, Aunt Zhao naturally understands the temperaments of the various owners of the Song family, and can make the masters of the Song family have some respect. How can she not have a little wisdom, she is afraid of Song Xuan and age Xiao was treated as a target to shift the contradiction, and he couldn't help but remind a few words.

Song Xuanhe naturally thanked him in a good manner. Aunt Zhao, who seemed to have sympathy for him, was more soft-hearted, but she could only watch him enter the gate.

The Song family is very large. From the entrance to the living room, you need to pass through a sunken courtyard-style sun room and pass through the quaint green and floral sun room. Then you can see the floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides, and the sun shines on the sun. living room.

Seeing Song Xuanhe who walked in, the living room was quiet for a moment.

Before Song Yansong, who was the leader, could speak, Song Guochao frowned first and said impatiently: "What are you doing back!"

Song Xuanhe did not answer him. Instead, he set his eyes on the woman beside him who was crying silently, and then turned to ask Song Yansong, "Grandfather, there are guests in our house?"

Hearing this, Song Guochao's expression changed slightly.

"Isn't it?" Song Xuanhe looked at the woman curiously, with a blank and innocent expression: "But I don't seem to have seen this aunt before. Is this the aunt who has been abroad before? I haven't come back for so long. My mother was so happy that she cried excitedly?"

Song Xuan's words ended, and the atmosphere in the entire living room became more stagnant. Song Guochao's mouth opened and closed, just wanting to run over to cover Song Xuanhe's mouth.

Finally, Song Yansong said: "This is not your aunt. How can such a woman be compared with your aunt? Never say that in the future."

Song Xuanhe blinked, and he repeated Song Yansong's tone meaningfully, with a pure and incomprehensible expression: "This kind of woman...what kind of woman is she? Who is she?"

"National Super League..." The woman who had been crying secretly choked and raised her head. There was a trace of tears hanging on her white skin, but it did not affect her appearance at all. On the contrary, she still showed a trace of innocence and pure beauty. Excellent, the beauty is weeping, but it makes people feel painful.

Song Guochao was distressed, turned his head and stared at Song Xuanhe, angrily said: "Uncultivated things! Who taught you to talk about elders in this tone?"

Song Xuanhe was reprimanded by him for a moment, then turned to look at Song Yansong, it seemed that he was a little injured, but still puzzled more.

"Bastard stuff!" Song Yansong picked up the vase on the table and threw it at Song Guochao. His men showed no mercy: "I think you are not educated, so immediately kick this woman out of me and let her step into my Song's house. Don't enter the door of my Song family again!"

Song Guochao was smashed to his forehead by the oncoming vase, and the bloodshot flowed down instantly. The woman who was crying just now widened her eyes. She stretched out her hand in a panic to cover his head, and her trembling voice was full of distress and distress. Worry: "National Super League, are you okay with the National Super League!"

"Steward." Song Yansong said with a gloomy face, "Kick me out of that woman."

"Dad!" Regardless of his bleeding forehead, Song Guochao turned and said, "Xiuya is a woman who has been with me for most of my life! How can you insult her like this in front of a group of juniors? If you just drive her out, then she will be able to How to behave?"

Before Song Yansong spoke, Song Xuanhe changed his expression. He looked at Song Guochao and the woman in his arms in astonishment. His eye circles instantly turned red, and he couldn't believe it and said sadly: "This is actually what my father raised. Mistress outside?"

"A little mistress actually entered our Song family's door openly?" Song Xuanhe turned his head to look at Song Yansong, his red eyes were painful: "Grandpa..."

Song Xuanhe lowered his head, and the domineering young man outside was finally shattered by all his tough disguise. His shoulders were shaking slightly invisibly, seeming to suppress the grief and anger brought by the shock that made him unacceptable.

Song Yansong was partial to Song Xuan and the little grandson he had brought with him for a year. Even though he has become more and more arrogant in the past few years, he has been protecting him so that he has the confidence to fight Song Guochao. Sad, the old man who has always been cold and hard couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

His already gloomy expression became even more gloomy, and his eyes were even colder when he looked at Song Guochao: "The bigger and the more confused, he even came to the door with such a thing to hurt your wife and son's heart, Song Guochao, I order you to take this Take the woman away, and you don’t want to go to the company for one month, just stay at home and think about it behind closed doors!"

Think behind closed doors?Want him to think behind closed doors when he is only fifty?Song Guochao's eyes widened in disbelief, and if he didn't go to the company for a month, his general manager position might have changed after a month.

"I'll go!" The crying sad woman let go of Song Guochao, she fell softly to the ground, kneeling to Song Yansong and said: "Mr. Song, please don't punish the National Super League. I don't recognize my identity and disturb Mrs. Song. , I will never do this again in the future, please don't punish him. He is so old and can't stand others' guidance! If you are unhappy, just vent on me!"

"Xiuya!" Song Guochao was moved and sad, and instantly remembered that when the family forced him to marry, the woman in front of him was willing to sacrifice herself for him and became his underground lover. He didn't expect this woman to come forward and intercede for him. .

"Father." Song Guochao also knelt down, and the elderly cried with tears. He mourned: "The only one I loved from the beginning to the end was Xiuya! When you forced me to marry Li Nian'an for the family, I have already It's over. Li Nian'an has always occupied the name of Mrs. Song. Xiuya has never resented her. Now I only want to spend the rest of my life with the person I love. I just want her to accept Xiuya's existence more generously. Isn't that okay?"

Hearing Song Guochao's brazen words, Song Xuanhe almost laughed.

Not only Song Xuanhe, everyone in the room was shocked by Song Guochao's shamelessness, except for Zhang Xiuya, who was moved.

"Yes." Mrs. Song, who had been sitting on the side with a cold face, finally said. From Zhang Xiuya's crying to Song Guochao's complaint, the expression on her face has not changed, even if she speaks now, her slightly drooping eyes and The slow and melodious voice is full of nobleness and disdain: "I take the initiative to abdicate, not to be a stumbling block between you and your first love, and to return Mrs. Song's name to her. What do you think?"

Zhang Xiuyan's eyes lit up, but Song Guochao almost spoke at the same time as Song Yansong: "Absolutely not!"

Song Yansong saw that Song Guochao was not too stupid, and felt a little relieved. He turned his head to look at Mrs. Song and said slowly: "Nian'an, this is not a time to get angry. The National Super League did overdo it, Dad. Help you teach him well, this woman is absolutely impossible to enter the door of my Song family. Don't worry about that."

Song Guochao also nodded again and again at this time, saying: "I just want to be with Xiuya, and I didn't say that I want to divorce you."

Li Nian'an sneered, got up and walked to Song Guochao's side, looking condescendingly at Zhang Xiuya's tear-stained face, and said: "I wanted to open one eye and close one eye, after all, which man doesn't keep a few gadgets. It’s not impossible for me not to see it, but since she has come to the door, you also said that I am taking her name, then, should I move the position of the magpie’s nest?"

Song Guochao's face blushed with her cold and disdainful tone, and Zhang Xiuya who was next to her bit her silver teeth but could only bow her head and sob.

On the contrary, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't have much contact with the original owner's mother before. In memory, in order to make up for the original owner left behind when she was a child, she mostly did not dominate the original owner without principle. She is such a domineering side.

Li Nianan swept Zhang Xiuya's drooping head and walked over them to Song Xuanhe. Seeing that he was still looking down and unwilling to accept, he felt distressed and softened his voice: "Xianghe, don't be sad, go over there with mom. Sit down."

Song Xuanhe raised his head, and Li Nian'an saw his red eyes, and his tone became softer: "Don't worry about mom, mom is fine."

As she said, she pulled Song Xuan and over the kneeling Song Guochao and Zhang Xiuya, and sat down beside Song Xuanlin.

Song Yansong stared at Song Guochao coldly. Seeing him kneeling there without saying a word, he couldn't help being even more disappointed with him, so he could only reassure his daughter-in-law by herself: "Nianan, listen to Dad, this woman is just a gadget that is not on the stage , Your common knowledge with her is the only way to lower your status, why bother, dad will definitely handle this matter to your satisfaction."

Li Nian'an grabbed Song Xuanhe’s hand and answered Song Yansong’s words in a respectful tone: “Dad, I didn’t care about Song Guochao looking for women outside. I also know that this is common in the circle, but I will be forced by my mistress. I was the only one who came here, Li Nian'an! If this matter is not handled properly, what face will I have to attend the banquet in the future? What do others think of my son? How do they treat the Li family? More broadly, if this matter spreads, they What would you think of Song?"

Li Nian'an's eyes also turned red: "I have been patient for this family, just for the Song family. I know that once we divorce, it will mean the separation of the Li family and the Song family, which will cause turmoil in the stock market. So, for this family and for my two children."

"But!" Li Nian'an looked at Song Guochao and Zhang Xiuya with a pair of cold beautiful eyes: "But everything I worked so hard to manage is now ruined by them! My son will be pointed out in the future, and the Song family will also be entangled in scandals. Now that this is the result, I don't want to work hard anymore, Dad, I am also very tired..."

Song Yansong originally made a deep face because of the first half of Li Nian'an's hidden threat, but when she heard the second half of her crying words, a little guilt rose in his heart. No matter what, it was indeed their Song family who was sorry for Li Nian'an.

Because of this, he couldn't let Li Nian'an really divorce Song Guochao!

Regardless of the scandal that broke out at that time, I have a very good relationship with Li Nian'an. Married to one of the eight chaebol's sisters, I will never let go of it!

"Dad knows that you have been wronged." Song Yansong's expression softened, and the exhaustion on his face leaked out. The spirited old man seemed to be ten years old at this time. He said hoarsely: "But even if Dad begs you, this time Give Dad a chance, Dad will definitely handle this matter cleanly and satisfy you."

Seeing Li Nianan's silence, Song Yansong continued: "Dad knows that this is embarrassing you, but you also know that this matter is not trivial. The Song family can't stand a big blow, Song Guochao can't stand the task, and Xuanhe and Xuanlin need time to grow up Dad is also struggling to support him, just waiting for them to grow up!"

Song Yansong's words fell, Song Xuanlin's eyes flushed, "Grandpa..."

Song Xuanhe noticed Song Yansong's gaze and cursed the old fox secretly, but he raised his head cooperatively and looked at him with a moved expression. The corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't scream.

The silence speaks.

Seeing the reaction of the two grandsons, Song Yansong felt confident in his heart, and when he looked at Li Nian'an's expression again, she found that she had calmed down a lot.

But even though Li Nianan felt sorry for her son, she didn’t plan to let it go anymore. She pursed her lips and said, “Dad, I know how serious it is, but when Song Guochao brought in Zhang Xiuya just now, more than one family saw it, but outsiders were there. Waiting to see our family jokes, if Zhang Xiuya can't handle it properly, how can I see people in the future! How can I explain to my parents who care about me!"

Song Yansong's expression changed. Li Nianan's last sentence was to remind them that she was not a person who could be fooled and rubbed. Behind her stood the Li family and her sister who joined one of the eight chaebols.

Song Guochao, who had not spoken at this time, also recalled. Although he wanted to be with Zhang Xiuya, he was unwilling to bear the pressure of the Li family for him, and he was unwilling to offend Li Nianan's sister who had married into the chaebol!

He loves Zhang Xiuya, and knows that she has been wronged, and knows how difficult it is for her to hide behind him, but think that in the future, he might be excluded from the upstream circles, might lose her position in the Song family, and might never be able to. Looking up and seeing people, Zhang Xiuya's grievances and difficulties are not so important.

What's more, he has given Zhang Xiuya a generous life for so many years. If he has nothing now, wouldn't Zhang Xiuya have nothing by then!

Xiuya has always been gentle and considerate, and she will definitely forgive him.

Song Guochao comforted himself, thinking of his possible tragic end, and hurriedly called out, "Father!"

"I was wrong!" Regardless of the bleeding forehead, Song Guochao pushed aside Zhang Xiuya, with a look of guilt: "I just didn't know my mind, I was confused, I never thought about divorcing Nian'an! And I absolutely I won't get divorced from Nian'an! I don't know if Zhang Xiuya came to the door! You saw it just now. How surprised I was when I got out of the car and saw her. I never thought that she would appear in front of Nian'an! "

Song Yansong snorted coldly, and said, "Are these things meant for me?"

Song Guochao was taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look at Li Nian'an, and said: "Nian'an, I know it was wrong, how could Zhang Xiuya be comparable to you? It is because she is too greedy to come to the door and cry and beg me, I will be softhearted, you If you are angry, do whatever you want, as long as you don’t divorce me."

Li Nianan looked at Zhang Xiuya, who was pale, and sneered, "Then I will dispose of your first love casually, don't you have any comments?"

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Therefore, for the sake of harvesting, and also to thank the more than 1,000 bosses who have collected Da Kuan, Da Kuan decided to double up for a week (two chapters combined with one to six thousand words), as a welfare pull, and then later for every five hundred increase One week more, according to the integer 1500, 2000...add more, I hope the thick, long and wide will be picked up by the big guy? (? w ?)?