Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Your circle is really messy.

This is Song Xuanhe's first thought.

Cousin's cousin fell in love with the same man, but this relationship is never mentioned in the book, which is so strange.

This is Song Xuanhe's second thought.

Before he had a third thought, Guan Zhi turned the words to him.

Guan Zhi: "Brother Wei, who is he?"

Weichen glanced at Song Xuanhe, who was pointing at Guan Zhi’s chin, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. His cousin was well-bred, but he was never an arrogant temperament, but now I see him talking about Song Xuanhe. The dissatisfaction dissatisfaction is concealed.

However, he really wanted to see how Song Xuanhe would solve it.

"This is Song Xuanhe." Weichen said with a smile on his mouth: "One of the Song's heirs."

Guan Zhi nodded slightly, staring at Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuan and his eyes were too lazy to raise his eyes, and he sat there quietly playing with his mobile phone.

Guan Zhi's face sank, and he was so angry that he grabbed a snack and placed it in front of Song Xuanhe. When everyone thought he was going to do something to embarrass Song Xuanhe, he said loudly, "Do you see my hands shaking?"

Everyone in the rest room was taken aback, and Wei Chen didn't understand. So, even Song Xuan and the player who played the game paused for two seconds, then couldn't hold back a chuckle, and couldn't help but remember what happened yesterday.

Some time ago, because of Song Guochao's scandal, the entire Song family was very busy, but when the storm subsided, most of the departments became idle.

So yesterday morning, after reading a few documents, Song Xuanhe couldn’t sit still after having not eaten much for breakfast. It just so happened that it was almost time for lunch break, so he simply pushed away the piled documents and left Song, and drove there. After walking around the city, I walked into the very nice restaurant that Weichen had mentioned on the phone.

The hotel’s business was very good. When Song Xuanhe entered, he didn’t even have a separate table except for the box. The waiter looked at him in his expensive clothes and said anxiously: "Sir, would you like to put together a table? By the window That table is also a gentleman dining alone, if you don’t mind, maybe you can have a table with him."

In terms of eating, Song Xuanhe has always been the most particular and the least particular. If the food tastes good enough, it doesn’t matter if he squats at the door with a bowl to eat, so he agreed with the waiter without any hesitation. Proposal.

Sitting by the window was a young man dressed up and dressed up with headphones. When he saw Song Xuanhe sitting opposite him, he just raised his eyes and continued to eat his own food.

Song Xuanhe was not interested in talking to strangers either. After ordering a few signature dishes from the store, he sat there quietly waiting to eat, without even taking out his mobile phone.

It didn't take long before Song Xuanhe ordered the first dish. This is the restaurant's signature dish, beef pie.Although it is a pie, the crust is very thin, only the thickness of a dumpling crust, but it has the soft and firm texture of the combination of bread and bag, which is one of the ancestral crafts of this shop.

Song Xuanhe didn't rush to eat. He first sniffed three plates of sauce and then dipped it with chopsticks to taste. Then he took a bowl and mixed the sauces in different proportions. After mixing them evenly, Also sprinkled some black peppers.

After finishing these, he picked up the pie, brushed the adjusted sauce evenly on the pie, then put coriander and gherkin in turn, and finally put a slice of beef, closed the pie, and put it into his mouth.

Song Xuan and his eating habits chewed slowly, and his movements were very gentle, but these did not affect his facial expressions. The slightly curled eyes when he ate beef patties made the person on the other side think that he was wrapped up. The cakes are exceptionally delicious.

"Why do you want to adjust the sauce like that?"

Halfway through the meal, a clear voice sounded, and Song Xuanhe raised his head, only to realize that the teenager opposite did not know when he took off his headphones and was staring at the beef patties in his hand without blinking.

Song Xuanhe shook his half-eaten beef patties. Sure enough, seeing the boy's eyes move with his movements, he found it interesting, and curled his lips and said, "Do you want to eat?"

The boy blinked and nodded seriously.

Song Xuanhe smiled even more on his face. After taking a bite of the cake, chewing and swallowing it carefully, he smiled badly under the sight of the teenager's expectation: "No."

The young man's eyes widened a little, obviously he had never thought that Song Xuanhe would reject him, his expression was a little dazed for a while, and he exploded his hair after reacting, "You give me nothing!"

Song Xuanhe nodded and took the last bite into his mouth, "Well, I won't give it."

The teenager got up angrily, then sat down with a cold snort, and asked the waiter to order a beef patties. After the beef patties came up, he adjusted the steps of his seasoning in front of Song Xuanhe. Glancing at him provocatively, took a bite of the cake in his hand.

After taking a bite, he threw the cake on the plate again, frowning and said, "It's terrible."

Song Xuanhe sneered, handed him the bread just wrapped in his hand, and said, "See the gap."

The young man hesitated for a moment, thinking of Song Xuanhe's relish just now, he couldn't help but took it.

After tasting a bite, he opened his eyes wide, and finished the cake in his hand in a couple of bites, exclaiming: "Why do I make the same sauce as you, yours is so delicious?"

Song Xuanhe put his hands on his chin and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Two people with a huge difference in aesthetics, with the same clothes, will match them with the same effect?"

The boy shook his head, then his face blackened: "You said I have poor taste?"

Song Xuan smiled lazily: "I laughed at your shaking hands."

The boy gritted his teeth, and suffocated for a long time: "You are shaking your hands, your whole community is shaking!"

Seeing Song Xuanhe at the moment, the young man just laughed and did not speak, his eyes bright with anger, raised his hands up and down in front of him, and once again proved himself: "Do you think my hands are shaking?"

Song Xuanhe smiled hard on his face. After taking the matcha dessert in Guan Zhi's hand, he took a bite and said, "No shaking, no shaking in the whole community."

Before Guan Zhi was shocked that he would grab the snack in his hand to eat, he returned to his senses, and met his smiling eyes. The anger that could not be quenched just now seemed to have been drenched by water, probably hot. The water irritated his ears a little red.

Guan Zhi looked away, turned his head and said, "I can't shake if you shake."

Song Xuanhe didn't answer any more, picking up the tea that matched the dim sum. The light tea fragrance neutralized the bitterness of the matcha dim sum. As the tea returned to sweetness, the aroma of matcha and scented tea mixed, so he couldn't help drinking more. A few mouthfuls.

Seeing him taking a few sips of tea, Guan Zhi couldn't help but think of the cake he had eaten yesterday. He couldn't help but pick up the cup next to him. After taking a sip, he didn't find anything special, so he glanced at him and put it down.

At this time, other people also saw that the situation was different from what they had imagined. Guan Zhi had indeed met Song Xuanhe before, but I am afraid it was not that he hated him.

Weichen raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

"I had dinner together yesterday." Guan Zhi said.

The others looked over, and Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, and said lightly: "There is no place, I made a table."

Wei Chen glanced at Guan Zhi's expression and smiled: "I remember that he went to the restaurant I recommended yesterday, but Xuan He went there too."

"It just happened to be passing by." Song Xuan and his lips pulled, he glanced at it as if he was smiling, but in fact he looked at the guard, and said: "I'm going to bowling, you sit down."

Xiao Shenglin stood up with Song Xuanhe and said with a smile: "I just came in and told you to play, let's go."

Song Xuanhe nodded, passed Weichen and Guan Zhi, and left the lounge with Xiao Shenglin.

After leaving the house, Xiao Shenglin said, "Do you know the young master of the Guan family?"

"Are you talking about Guan Zhi?" When facing Xiao Shenglin, Song Xuanhe's tone of impatience just now calmed down: "Just like what I just said, I had a meal together, but I didn't expect to encounter it again. "

Xiao Shenglin was a little worried: "I heard that Guan Zhi is the only grandson of the Guan family. He is almost completely protected by the entire family. I don't know why he suddenly came to China."

Hearing what Xiao Shenglin said, Song Xuanhe remembered that Guan Jia, one of the eight chaebols in the book, seemed to have settled in Canada a long time ago. Even the focus of his career was shifted to the Americas and rarely set foot in China.

"It might be the Weichen incident." Song Xuanhe guessed.

"It's possible." Xiao Shenglin thought the same way, and said, "I just saw that Guan Zhi is a little childish, but he is not overbearing or malicious towards you."

"I know." Song Xuanhe laughed. "He is a kid and I don't care about him."

Only then did Xiao Shenglin relieved his heart and stopped talking.

Song Xuanhe likes Xiao Shenglin’s personality. Even if he’s worried, he just stops at it. He never pretends to interfere in other people’s lives. Even if it’s a reminder, he will use another person’s most acceptable way to interact with this. How can it be uncomfortable to get along with people.

Xiao Yuanmu received a strange landline call.

There was a particularly immature childlike voice that made him hesitate.

"Is it Brother Yuanmu?" The little girl's timid voice reminded Xiao Yuanmu of the day Song Xuanhe moved out from the orphanage with him. It seemed that this little girl was also stopping them.

Xiao Yuanmu's voice softened a little unchecked: "What's the matter?"

The girl heard his voice as if she had found the backbone, and she immediately cried: "Brother Yuanmu, will you come back, okay? Grandma, the dean is sick, and she refuses to go to the hospital. We are so scared."

Xiao Yuanmu was startled, and suddenly remembered that this time in his last life, it seemed that it was the time when the dean passed away. That was the first time he took the initiative to ask Song Xuanhe for help, but only received a meal of cynicism and soon the backyard. Long news of death.

That was the main reason he was determined to destroy the Song family. He didn't expect that after so long, he would have a chance to make up for his regrets.

When Xiao Yuanmu arrived at the orphanage, many people were already surrounded by the old dean's door.

Seeing him coming, those children, old or young, gave way, probably knowing that he can make money now, and even the previous fear of him is gone, not only looked at him with anticipation, Another little boy cried and pulled his clothes and said, "Brother Yuanmu, can you save the dean's grandma?"

Xiao Yuanmu had no feelings for these children. Seeing their expressions like this, he just nodded lightly: "Let go, I'll take a look."

In the dean’s room, there are several staff from the orphanage. When they see Xiao Yuanmu coming over, their eyes are bright. They all know that Xiao Yuanmu has a very good job and has a high degree of education. If there is any hope, only Xiao Yuanmu can do it.

"Yuan Mu, you are here." A plainly dressed middle-aged woman stepped aside and said to him: "You quickly persuade your grandma, the dean, how can she not go to the hospital if she falls like this!"

Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bed and his eyes fell on the old man on the bed. It took so long that he felt a little strange. The old man’s face merged with the kind face buried in his memory, making his eyes scratch. A trace of warmth.

After he came back from rebirth, he invested all his money in the stock market. Some time ago, he realized the money and gave some to the orphanage. For many reasons, he was not suitable for returning to the orphanage for the time being, so he never came back to see it. I have forgotten when the old man died.

"Grandma, I will take you to the hospital."

Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, the old man slowly opened his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Yuanmu, you are so busy at work, why are you back? Grandma is fine. Don't follow them in a hurry."

The voice in the memory sounded again, Xiao Yuanmu's jaw tightened, his eyes lowered and the corners of his mouth slightly pursed and said: "Recently, the company has a family member's medical examination benefit. I always wanted to take you there. It happened to be the same this time."

The old man was taken aback, and then smiled: "Then you don't need to take my old bone, it's wasted. You take your Aunt Wang over. Some time ago, she always said that her arm was uncomfortable. Just look at it.

Hearing Aunt Wang in the old man’s mouth, Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes darkened, but a smile appeared on his face: "I’ll take you there first. Aunt Wang is not in a hurry. The car should be waiting outside now. Let people wait for a long time. It's not good."

"What car?" The old man asked in surprise.

However, before Xiao Yuanmu could speak, there was a violent voice of children: "The ambulance is here! A doctor is here!"

The old man was startled and said, "Why did you call an ambulance, grandma is fine."

The corner of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth slightly raised, and the medical staff who entered the door lifted the old man to the ambulance.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor checked the old man and said with a sigh of relief: "It is considered that you delivered it in time. The old man had congestion with his head, and it may be difficult to save it later. Older people are bumped and bumped. Be careful. If you fall, you must come to the hospital for a checkup to be relieved. You are doing well."

Xiao Yuanmu breathed a sigh of relief, and the doctor continued: "The elderly are not good for surgery when they are old. I would recommend conservative treatment. What do you think?"

"can."

The doctor glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and saw that he was calm and well-dressed, and knew that he should not be the one who lacked money, so he smiled and said: "Okay, it will be fine for the elderly to be admitted to the hospital. Just hand it in."

Leaving the doctor's office, Xiao Yuanmu went directly to the payment hall, halfway through, he paused slightly and took out his cell phone to make a call.

When Song Xuanhe received Xiao Yuanmu’s call, his score against Weichen was exactly five to four. Soon after he and Xiao Shenglin came out, Zhou Nan and Weichen’s group all followed, and they scattered and played for a while, Zhou Nan Proposing the game in groups, ten games will determine the winner, and it happened to be him against the guard at this time.

"I'll answer the phone."

Seeing the caller ID, Song Xuanhe was a little surprised. After learning what was going on from the system, he put down his bowling ball.

Weichen glanced at Song Xuan and frowned slightly, and said lightly: "I'll wait for you to finish."

After passing the few people watching the game, Song Xuanhe walked to the garden outside. At this time, the phone had been hung up, and he called back.

Song Xuanhe: "What's the matter?"

"Something happened to the dean of the orphanage, can you lend me some money?" Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and repeated what he had said in the previous life: "I will pay you back immediately."

Song Xuanhe looked at the moths dangling on the street lamp, and was silent for a while before speaking in a light tone: "What do you use for it?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly, and he remembered his thoughts in his previous life.

Song Xuanhe was also silent for a long time at that time, and he thought a lot in his silent space.

He thought that if Song Xuanhe helped him this time, then he would give up hitting the Song family. He also thought that as long as Song Xuanhe was willing to lend him money so that the old dean could operate, he could forget the previous Song Xuan and all the insults he has suffered.

However, Song Xuanhe did not agree, as it is now.

A sneer appeared on Xiao Yuanmu's lips, but his tone softened a little: "What do you want?"

Song Xuanhe heard the same lines as in the book, kicked the bench next to the flower bed, and said with his lips: "You can't give me what I want."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes. In his sight were the cold-colored lights of the hospital and the doctors in white robes coming and going. His expression was cold: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't afford it."

"You are a poor boy without parents and mothers. What else is there except a face." Song Xuanhe sat down on the bench and watched the dark red color covered by the dark night, and said lightly: "And your face I’m almost tired of seeing it, what else can you do with me, I have something, don’t bother me."

Song Xuanhe hung up the phone, put the phone on the bench, stretched his leg to lean against the back of the chair, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

[This plot shouldn't have happened at this time, it should be a while before.The system glanced at Song Xuanhe’s expression, and his tone was a little cautious: But if the lines match up, the plot is over.

[God fucks fucking the plot.Song Xuanhe put down his hands covering his eyes and said lightly: [Go back early after walking.

The system was taken aback and fell silent.

Song Xuanhe sat for a long time before picking up the cell phone that was set aside and dialing: "Assistant Zhang, call two million to the Qingshi Orphanage tomorrow."

Assistant Zhang on the other end of the phone was taken aback, thinking of Song Xuanhe's relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, and quickly replied: "Okay, if it's an urgent payment, I can call it today."

"No." Song Xuanhe said indifferently: "We will call again after 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, not too long, and don't use my name, just make up a wealthy businessman who is not in this city."

Zhang Chao was a little puzzled, but didn't have any more questions, and agreed: "Okay, don't worry."

Song Xuanhe looked at the extinguished mobile phone screen and got up to go in. However, just as he stood up, he saw a person standing under a tree not far away.

"Guan Zhi."

"Who were you calling just now?" Guan Zhi walked over and asked curiously.

Song Xuanhe frowned slightly: "It's none of your business."

"Are you asking someone to make money to the first person to call you?"

"I said it's none of your business." Song Xuanhe was in a bad mood, and his tone suppressed dryness: "Get out of the way."

"Since you are going to give that person money, why don't you call him directly?" Guan Zhi didn't move, looking at him stubbornly, as if he didn't give up until he got the answer.

Song Xuan and his eyebrows frowned, and his voice became cold: "I don't want to say the second time, get out of it."

"What can I do if you don't want me?" Guan Zhi folded his arms and looked at him with his chin up, but there was a hint of tension and injury in his eyes.

Song Xuan and the outstretched hand took a bit of force, pushed him to the side, and walked straight over.

Zhou Nan was still playing. Seeing Song Xuan and coming over with a sullen face, he and Xiao Shenglin looked at each other without speaking.

Instead, the boy who sat with Guan Zhi before asked, "Song Shao, is something wrong?"

Weichen turned his head and looked over. He paused after seeing Song Xuanhe's expression, and said, "You can go back first if you have something to do."

Song Xuanhe shook his head, picked up a bowling ball and walked to the other side, and started playing on his own.

Several people looked at each other, Zhou Nan frowned and said, "This is the first time I have seen Song Er's face."

Xiao Shenglin was also a little worried. As soon as he was about to speak, he saw Guan Zhi walking in. His face was almost the same as Song Xuanhe's. He walked straight in the direction of Song Xuanhe with a fat face.

Several people were taken aback, and quickly followed.

"I'll compare with you." Guan Zhi walked to Song Xuanhe's side and said with a sullen face.

Song Xuanhe glanced at him lightly, but did not speak.

Guan Zhi pressed his lips tightly. He was not good at bowling, and he didn't play much just now. Two balls fell after throwing them down, which was terrible on the screen.

He said: "If I lose ten times, you won't be angry, how about?"

Song Xuanhe was taken aback, straightened up and looked at Guan Zhi.

He took the bowling ball and stood aside, his eyes dodged, and he lowered his voice and said awkwardly: "I didn't deliberately snooping on your sex, sorry."

"I'm not angry with you." Song Xuanhe shook his head, in a gentle tone: "You don't have to apologize."

"If you lose you ten times, you will accept my apology." Guan Zhi raised his eyes and met his gaze.

Song Xuan did not move, and his tone had returned to his usual sloppy tone: "You did nothing wrong. If you want to apologize, I apologize."

"Then I will meet you for dinner, will you agree to it?"

Song Xuanhe was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the reason why Guan Zhi liked Xiao Yuanmu, he felt his heart and nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Hearing their conversation, the few people who came with him were taken aback. Although they didn’t figure out the situation, they were surprised to see Guan Zhi apologize, especially the Weichen, probably in the tradition of the Guan family. His mother was still him, or Guan Zhi, never had the fine virtue of admitting mistakes and apologizing.

His mother was because his dad spoiled her, and he was because he had never done anything he thought he really wanted to apologize. As for Guan Zhi, his identity was destined to not require him to apologize.

He and Guan Zhi’s first apology seemed to have been given to Song Xuanhe.

Weichen squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up slowly, but there was a trace of scrutiny in Song Xuanhe's vision.