Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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"What does this have to do with you?"

Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was going to ask him how his portrait was in his notebook, but he didn't expect to ask him about the design drawings. Young Master Song, who was still vacant, propped up his waist and raised his chin completely. The righteous and confident.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't miss the guilty conscience that flashed in Song Xuanhe's eyes. He looked at him and said slowly: "I just thought those designs were too amazing, so I asked."

Song Xuan and his eyes flashed brightly, and his slick eyes almost burst out, and the tail of his eyes bent uncontrollably.

At the beginning, he could learn to paint. In addition to being able to calm down, the biggest reason was that the teacher in the art room of his school squatted at the door of his classroom every day, saying that he could not waste his talents, and he could not miss that he might become a master of calligraphy and painting in the future. Good seedlings.

In order for the teacher to make him an art student, the entanglement method can be described as stalking, but because of his identity in the Calligraphy and Painting Association, other teachers in the class can't speak hard, just say that Song Xuanhe is also learning Good material, not suitable for learning art. Art should be reserved for those students who are not suitable for learning.

As soon as this was said, the teacher exploded on the spot, blowing a beard and staring at the masters of the painting and calligraphy circles in China and slipped away, emphasizing their artistic attainments and their relative literary attainments. Song Xuanhe told him earnestly and earnestly how important a person's talent is. Wasted talent is condemned by God.

Young Master Song Xiao in the second phase has nothing else, that is, he likes to be praised by others. Although he used to like the physics, mathematics and fighting skills that he is very good at, but the way the studio teacher is exaggerated, it is Because of his extremely excited expression, he appeared extremely sincere.

Young Master Song Xiao, who likes to be praised by others, felt that his body was comfortable at the time. He suddenly felt that this raunchy old man was very discerning and intelligent. If he learns to paint with him, maybe he can be praised so much every day. How interesting are these days what.

So Song Xuanhe agreed. However, for the next three years, he almost lived in dire straits, let alone praise him, the studio teacher burned his incense all day without staring at him and punishing him. It was a shock. Song Xuanhe's enthusiasm.

It’s just that Song Xuan hopes to be the best in everything he does, and there is no habit of giving up halfway. Especially when he paints and finds that the painting is really interesting, I hope that people can recognize his painting and praise him sincerely. , So more and more time and energy are invested in painting.

It took almost two years for the studio teacher to go from blowing his beard and staring to nodding sternly. However, when the teacher knew that Song Xuan and the university planned to study costume design instead of Chinese painting or oil painting, he changed back to blowing his nose and staring. Coupled with hate iron can not make steel.

At that time, they knew that Song Xuanhe’s family background was that other students could not take the purely artistic path, but Song Xuanhe’s family property was indeed sufficient for support, but even if it was renewed, there was no teacher who forced the students to do the profession, so Although the studio teacher was disappointed, he was helpless.

Later, Song Xuanhe went to college. Although the teacher treated him very well, no one would praise him as straightforwardly and sincerely as the original studio teacher. This made him very disappointed. At the same time, he was more focused on improving himself. I hope the things I like can be recognized.

It was not until an exchange abroad that he was accidentally paid by a top brand master in Italy, and after two years under his sect, did he hold his first press conference, which was also the first show, and he never again Lack of praise and wonder.

It's just that all of this disappeared after he wore this world.

Although Song Xuanhe established a design studio long ago, he no longer hoped to believe in himself through the recognition and praise of others as he did when he was young, but who can resist the praise and appreciation of others from the heart?

Song Xuanhe pressed the corners of his mouth, even though his eyebrows were slightly bent, his tone was very calm: "Those design drawings are not designed for anyone, but they are just inspired by the moment."

Seeing Song Xuanhe who changed his tone and attitude subtly in almost a second, Xiao Yuanmu himself did not realize that the cold under his eyes was melting, but instead looked at him and said indifferently: "In that case, you Why do you want to draw my portrait on the notebook you used to draw design artwork."

"I want to change my mind on a whim when drawing pictures."

Even if Young Master Song Xiao, who was fifteen or six years old, was so happy, he was praised for a month to ease his attitude. Now that he is five or six years older, how could it be because of Xiao Yuanmu? Complimenting is so happy that I can't find my head, so the happy expression only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal.

After all, Song Xuanhe hadn't forgotten that when Xiao Yuanmu called him a few days ago and asked him to pay to help the director of the orphanage, he even taunted others.

As long as Xiao Yuanmu's brain is not broken, it is impossible to praise him without grudges and calmly at this time, not to mention that this gangster is well-known and must be rewarded.

[The boss also has a moody expression, brother.] The system suddenly made a sound, expressing its own opinions and disagreement with Song Xuanhe wearing colored glasses to see people: [Maybe the big guy just thinks your painting is so good and wants to praise you, why do you humans do not believe so? Compatriots.

[A compatriot who will chase me down in the future, wishing I was not as good as dead?Song Xuanhe asked blankly.

Sorry.] The system shuts up, [Excuse me.

"I remember that you haven't studied fashion design." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to want to see his heart from Song Xuanhe's eyes. "Why are your designs worse than those of famous designers? difference?"

Song Xuanhe thought that he might ask him this way when Xiao Yuanmu picked up his notebook. So when he suddenly heard him speak, he didn't panic, but raised his lips and squinted at him and said, "I'm not here. What I learned in school doesn't mean I haven't learned it elsewhere. Do you think you know me well?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold and sharp, and when he saw Song Xuanhe's expression without the slightest guilty conscience, he was a little hesitant for a while. He really didn't understand Song Xuanhe enough, especially after he found that the memories of the two lives were completely different. They all began to wonder if they had really met this young man who forced him to Nirvana in the first place.

However, through this time of contact, he found that although Song Xuanhe’s likes and dislikes were almost on his face, he was too lazy to cover up, but when he really wanted to cover up, his eyes were as clear and clean as washed. It has become his most advantageous aid. It is hard to doubt the truthfulness of his words almost seeing his eyes that can see the bottom at a glance.

Unconcealed likes and dislikes and the thoughts that really want to conceal are intertwined, true and false, and straightforward. Song Xuanhe has the ability to make people believe every word he says, because no one can learn from him. Peering into the real and false.

Will such a cunning little fox end up like he saw in his last life?

Xiao Yuanmu didn't believe it. The light hidden under his eyes flickered slightly. He actually didn't need to pay too much attention. It won't be long before time will let him see traces.

"I want to tell you." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes recovered calmly, and his tone was also particularly calm: "I don't need to be sneaky if I want to paint. As long as you don't use it for commercial use, I can't tell you for infringement. Portrait rights."

After that, Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xuanhe’s expression and got into the car that had just been parked on the side of the road, leaving Song Xuanhe standing there with a dazed expression. How did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu didn’t really hate him. Insulting him when he didn't lend him money last time.

"Is it really that I am saving the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?" Song Xuanhe muttered, but as soon as he finished thinking like this, he denied his own ideas. Xiao Yuanmu is not a generous person. Maybe it's holding back some big move.

For example, I have already caught evidence from the Song family, and waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the opponent of the Song family, to calculate the time. At this time, it seems that the time when the Song family is hit by the opponent is not far away.

Sitting in the car, Xiao Yuanmu didn't know what Song Xuanhe was thinking, and at this moment he didn't want to focus on Song Xuanhe anymore.

Yes, he has discovered that his attention to Song Xuanhe seems to be too high.

Even if it is to find some interesting truths, even for such a sense of pleasure, or even if it is to silence the memory before rebirth, even if all these things add up, it should not be too much. Attention.

The bloody storm that will be set off in the Xiao family in the future, and the preparations he should make before going to the Xiao family, are where he really needs to focus. All of these are far from being comparable to Song Xuan.

Xiao Yuanmu retracted his gaze from the window and closed his eyes to get rid of the messy thoughts that shouldn't have occurred.

After Song Xuanhe returned home, he unexpectedly saw Song Guochao with a black face.

When he saw Song Xuanhe entering the door, his already black face was almost dripping water. Although Li Nianan next to him felt that his son was very unsuitable for a girl's face in front of so many people, he couldn't see Song Guochao show him his face.

So she said: "Hebao, tell your mother, who did you have an appointment with for dinner, I didn't hear you."

Before Song Xuanhe spoke, Song Guochao snorted coldly: "Who else can he know? People are grouped in groups. The people who can mix with him are the little gangsters who can teach and teach. Everyone who can be successful is that He doesn't remember that he is an identity, he surrenders his identity to mix with the scum."

Li Nian'an frowned. As soon as he was about to open his mouth to protect the calf, he heard Song Xuanhe say: "I have also heard of black people near the ink. My father sleeps in a bed with people like Zhang Xiuya all the year round, and the effect is really extraordinary."

Song Guochao was very angry when he mentioned this incident. He did not expect that Song Xuan and holding Zhang Xiuya would almost not let go. Not only did he show no respect for him at home, but dared to confront him like this in front of the entire company. Dare to talk about it again.

"No matter how I and others are, I'm your father!" Song Guochao Huo got up, pointed at Song Xuanhe's nose, and said, "I don't know what he did in his previous life and was condemned to give birth to you as a beast. I knew you. It's what it looks like now, I should break your neck when you are born!"

Song Xuanhe sneered, didn't Song Guochao break the neck of the original owner in another way?

He really does not like the original owner's arrogant and domineering foolishness who likes to do evil, but he deliberately cultivated the original owner like that, personally put his own children to death and stood on the moral high ground, is really true It's disgusting.

Compared with the original owner, such a person deserves more retribution.

Li Nianan heard Song Guochao say this but couldn't sit still. She stood up and said without showing weakness: "My son is a beast, then what are you? I tell you, this is the last time I will tolerate you doing this to my son. Next time, I will open the conference to announce the transfer of equity in public. I want to see if you have any abilities to perform in front of my son!"

Li Nian'an's remarks can be said to be three inches of snakes. What Song Guochao cares most in his life is his birth and his superiority. He is born to look down on the people who are struggling, thinking that he and them are two levels of existence, but now Li Nian'an threatened him to destroy his most important thing, he could bear it so much.

However, he, who has no real power, can't bear it now and can only bear it.

Song Guochao's face turned into a blue-purple face, and Father Song, who had been standing on the second floor for a long time, walked downstairs, glanced at his aunt, and said faintly, "Let's have dinner."

Song Xuanlin, who had been sitting reading the newspaper, also stood up, walked to Song Yansong to support him, and the Lord who had been sending him to the dining table sat down beside him.

Not to say anything, Song Yansong only said lightly after the servant stepped forward to take away the tableware: "The Dilbarro will be docked in Nanshi in a few days. We have three invitations from the Song family. I'm old too. Let’s join in the fun, these three invitations will be divided between you father and son."

Song Guochao was taken aback, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. The Dilbarro was one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world. However, it was nothing. What really yearned for was the triennial Dilbarro auction there. A group of the most powerful talents in the world are eligible to enter, which means that he is likely to find a chance to stand up there.

"I don't care about any conflicts between you and Nian'an." Song Yansong looked at his son who didn't know what he was thinking, and said in a deep voice, "You two must show harmony in this auction. I don't need your love. Yes, at least in front of outsiders, I have to act as a respectful guest. Even if the stock market turmoil is resolved this time, the outside world is holding a wait-and-see attitude waiting to inquire about the truth and truth of the Song family. This time, I want you to completely solve this problem for me!"

Song Yansong's remarks almost completely broke Song Guochao's illusion. If he really wants to do something, he must avoid Li Nian'an, but Mr Song's remarks put an end to all the thoughts in his heart.

"Dad!" Song Guochao raised his head. The man who was nearly fifty years old still showed a little caution when facing his father who was strong for a lifetime. "Has the company's affairs been resolved? If I always take Li Nian'an with me. , How to socialize."

Song Yansong's expression sank. What he hates most is that this only son can't get on the stage and wince, but if he dares to pat the table and say that he disagrees, he can take a high look at him. Unfortunately, his only son's ambition is not small, but he has nothing to do with him. The guts and wisdom equipped with ambition.

His appearance, not to mention the mature and stable grandson, even the courageous little grandson, is nothing compared to him.

Song Yansong sighed secretly. In fact, he is more optimistic about his younger grandson Song Xuanhe than his eldest grandson Song Xuanlin. The Song family has been stable for too long now, and some of them are complacent. Song Guochao can't see it, but he knows that the Song family is in the industry. The internal influence has actually been declining.

At this time, what the Song clan needs is not a defender holding the family business, but an aggressive attacker. Only in this way can the Song clan go further. He was a little hesitant before Song Xuanhe acted too impulsively. But this period of time, he clearly saw the progress of his little grandson, but he really didn't seem to have that thought.

No matter, Song Xuanhe is still too young to take over the family business. After a few years, maybe he can change his mind.

"I ask you to do whatever you want." Song Yansong said coldly, "Now there is no need for you to go up and socialize in the company. You only need to make everyone know that the Song family and the Li family are sound. Nothing else is needed. You are worried."

From get off work to the present, Song Guochao was stunned by almost every bite he breathed. When Song Yansong finished talking and went upstairs, he stood up with a push on his stool, and took Song Xuanhe with an extremely cold look, without looking back. Upstairs on the ground.

Li Nianan patted Song Xuanhe's arm, indicating that he didn't need to pay much attention to Song Guochao.

Song Xuanhe smiled at Li Nian'an, his eyes swept over Song Xuanlin, who was out of the way all the time, and got up and went back to the room.

Lying on the bed, Song Xuanhe looked at the soft moonlight outside the window, curled up the corners of his mouth somewhat mockingly, and said, "Song Xuanhe has had a terrible life in this house. I have to sympathize with him."

The more he lives in the Song family, the more clearly Song Xuanhe feels the influence that the original owner’s original living environment can have on him. Everything he did to Xiao Yuanmu is indeed inexhaustible, but the so-called hateful people must be there. The pitiful place, the original owner is really a pitiful person.

[He did so many bad things.] The system slowly said: [The readers don't think he deserves sympathy.

The curvature of Song Xuanhe’s mouth remains unchanged. Whether a person deserves sympathy or not is a very subjective question. He doesn’t need to discuss it with anyone. After all, even he cannot deny it, even if he has a slight sympathy for the original owner. Nor can it obliterate the disgust that arises after knowing the things the original owner has done.

However, he suddenly felt a little sad. In fact, there are too many faces in a person. There is no definite number of good and evil, but there are so many evil faces than good ones. It is probably because he has endured more malice than good intentions.

It's like Xiao Yuanmu, the reason that made him become the man in the book who is alienated and awed by everyone is not the overflowing malice.

[You...It is Xiao Yuanmu that you want to sympathize with?] The system hesitated.

"He has nothing to sympathize with." Song Xuanhe laid his hands relaxed and closed his eyes and said: "Aloft, strategizing, and controlling the fate and even lifeline of most people, what can be sympathetic."

The system fell silent. As an ai who thought with data, he really didn't understand Song Xuanhe's feelings that he was not in the happy index or sad.

However, Song Xuanhe couldn't let Song Xuanhe sigh for long, and his cell phone's ringtone interrupted the black and white design that he had contemplated in his mind because of his life perception.

"Young Master." Zhang Chao's voice came. "You asked me to pay attention to the situation of the director of the orphanage. Someone went to visit her today. Not long after that person went out, a doctor rushed over. She seemed Something is not good."

Song Xuan and his eyebrows frowned slightly. He made Zhang Chao stare at the dean just in case, because he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu hated Song Xuanhe so much in the book, except for Song Xuanhe insulting him. Someone once said that the dean died because after Song Xuanhe sent someone to visit, the dean was too excited to rescue the brain hemorrhage and passed away.

At that time, Xiao Yuanmu naturally felt that Song Xuanhe killed the old dean.

Originally, Song Xuanhe thought that the dean's death might have something to do with the original owner. However, there is no such scene in the plot that Song Xuanhe needs to leave. Other people's ideas may be deceiving, but the plot given by the system will not.

So just in case, Song Xuanhe asked Zhang Chao to send someone to stare there.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days, something really happened.

"How is the situation now?" Song Xuanhe's voice was low. Since the dean was sent to the hospital even if this happened, it means that the thing in the book was not an accident at all.

It's just that Song Xuanhe didn't know if someone deliberately targeted Xiao Yuanmu, or wanted to frame him, or just the dean's enemy, and finally saw that he didn't dare to stand out except for his life.

"He is still in the operating room for rescue. Mr. Xiao has rushed over and is now outside the operating room."

Song Xuanhe was taken aback, thinking of Xiao Yuanmu who was still asking him about the design a few hours ago, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart, Xiao Yuanmu at this time should be very helpless and uncomfortable.

After all, the dean may be what he thought, the only relative in this world.

"Look at that side a little bit, and call me anytime if you have anything." Song Xuanhe sat up and looked at the garden shrouded in darkness, with a cloud of gloom in his heart, "Also pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's emotion ."

Zhang Chao replied, thinking of Song Xuanhe's concern for Xiao Yuanmu, he hesitated and said, "Or, young master, you should come to a hospital too. I think Mr. Xiao is not in a good mood."

Song Xuan and his lips pressed slightly, and then he paused before saying, "No, please report the situation at any time."

"Okay." Zhang Chao promised, and then said: "Mr. Xiao picked up the phone, as if he was about to make a call."

Song Xuan and Wei were stunned, a feeling of incomprehensibility suddenly appeared in their hearts, and they hung up the phone after a light response.

Sure enough, the next moment after hanging up Zhang Chao's call, the call page appeared again on the phone screen, and the note on it showed Xiao Yuanmu.