Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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"Xiao...what's wrong with you?"

Song Xuanhe was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to help Xiao Yuanmu's somewhat slumped body, holding his head with his right hand and fixing his waist with his left hand, but after touching him, he realized that cold sweat was already on Xiao Yuanmu's forehead. The back of the shirt was already soaked in sweat, while Xiao Yuanmu's eyes closed tightly, his face and lips pale.

"Xiao Yuanmu?" Song Xuanhe patted his face lightly, and his hands were cold. Seeing his eyelashes trembled, he quickly said, "Why are you uncomfortable? I will put you on the bed and call the doctor immediately. You bear it."

Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes a little, and his cold eyes did not relax even when they were weak. They were even sharper and colder than usual. It was like a lake where the calm was broken, suddenly covered by snow and ice. It is endless defense and darkness.

"No." His voice was calm, raised his hand and peeled off Xiao Yuanmu's hand on his waist, and slowly stood up straight. Except for his cold and gloomy look and his excessively pale face, he could hardly see that he had just collapsed suddenly. Under the embarrassment, there is no trace of uncomfortableness.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Yuanmu to fall on him just now, with the moist and cold feeling on his forehead in his fingertips, Song Xuanhe was almost fooled by him in such a calm manner.

"You are not feeling well, it shouldn't have a fever." Song Xuanhe's gaze rises from his tight jaw, and meets his condensed eyes with a thin layer of ice, and calmly said: "You almost fainted just now. You must call the doctor over. ."

The chill in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes became more solidified in Song Xuanhe's words, his voice was colder, but because of his powerlessness, he became a little dull, and said every word: "I said, no."

He lifted his chin, lowered his eyes slightly, the cold and suppressed aura all over his body no longer concealed it, and his tone was also full of oppressiveness: "Now, you leave immediately, and don't show up in front of me until tomorrow morning."

Song Xuanhe was unmoved, took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to kill his mobile phone, his tone was cold and harsh: "You didn't hear what I said?"

"I heard." Song Xuanhe avoided his hand, and saw Xiao Yuanmu's increasingly pale face, and said coldly: "Who has stipulated that I will listen to you if I hear it?"

He didn't pause at all, and immediately dialed the emergency number of the hotel. As soon as he opened his mouth to tell the housekeeper to bring the doctor over, Xiao Yuanmu avoided the phone. His cold fingers rubbed Song Xuanhe's, and there seemed to be a tremor. meaning.

"Song Xuanhe..."

The grabbing of the mobile phone seemed to consume all of Xiao Yuanmu's strength. He suddenly staggered, and his hand on his side could no longer help covering his stomach. The bloodless lips became straight and faint. He was sickly white, but despite this, his straight back was not bent at all, and he was determined not to show a trace of weakness in front of anyone.

He covered his stomach with one hand, and the other hand tightly grasped the mobile phone snatched from Song Xuanhe's hand. The knuckles of both hands were so hard that he turned white, but his tone was as calm as ever, and he even said more: "My stomach doesn't feel well. It's an old problem. Just rest for a while. Don't disturb me."

Song Xuanhe stared at him closely. For a while, the system had told him Xiao Yuanmu's physical condition in his mind: irregular work and rest, low-grade fever caused by continuous staying up late, physical fatigue and emotional ups and downs. Emotional stomach cramps.

He never had stomach cramps, but he had acute gastroenteritis caused by alcoholism. His stomach contracted and irritated from time to time, and sometimes sore and unbearable pain. At that time, he was in the same emergency room with a stomach cramp. The patient, a 40-year-old man, shrank and screamed tremblingly on the hospital bed, screaming and vomiting while opening his mouth, as if the pain would pass out in the next second.

Song Xuanhe had been afraid of pain since he was a child. He remembered that his stomach pain was relieved by the patient's appearance for a moment, and then he couldn't help asking the doctor: "What happened to the person just now? Could it be something wrong with the internal organs? "

The doctor glanced at him lightly and replied, "Stomach cramps."

"It hurts so much?"

"Do you hurt now?" the doctor asked him back.

Song Xuan nodded naturally, and the doctor laughed and said to him: "It looks ten times more painful than you do now."

Since that day, Song Xuanhe has changed his habit of eating indiscriminately. He has a normal meal schedule and no alcohol abuse. He remembered the plight of the stomach cramp patient in his mind.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu with a calm expression at the moment, Song Xuan and his hand on his side suddenly twitched, and his heart suddenly rose and became a little uncomfortable.

What kind of shocking pain did Xiao Yuanmu go through before he was able to bear the pain that made people cry and calm down without showing the slightest strangeness. What kind of difficult situation he has encountered, he will always be able to keep calm. Maintaining a strong and indifferent shell, even if it is painful and sweating all over, he is unwilling to let anyone look at the slightest weakness.

Suddenly, Song Xuanhe understood the reasons for Xiao Yuanmu's refusal and perfunctory all the time. At this moment, he could no longer break his armor-like shell, regardless of the blood inside him, just for peace of mind. .

Song Xuanhe took a step back, glanced over Xiao Yuanmu, whose face was already pale as paper, and then turned away from looking at him, pretending to believe his words: "In this case, I won't bother you anymore. You can stay here. The room is resting, but I have to put a bowl of porridge and drink a cup of hot water in it. After all, that is also the hard work of the chef. Can't you refuse?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him. In fact, at this time, he didn't want anyone to interrupt, or even hope that there was anything breathing in this suite, but he knew how stubborn Song Xuanhe was, and he couldn't hold it anymore. How long.

"Put things away and leave immediately."

Song Xuanhe nodded lightly, turned around and immediately put the porridge on the bedside table in Xiao Yuanmu's room, as well as a pot of warm water. After finishing this, he glanced at the door and stood at the door. The hands on his stomach, Xiao Yuanmu, who didn't even change his posture, slightly pursed his lips: "I won't disturb you again, you rest."

Seeing the door closed by Song Xuanhe intimately, Xiao Yuanmu reluctantly supported his straight back and bends down instantly. He clutched his stomach and slid to the ground, the cold sweat on his forehead condensed into drops, falling on his black There was no trace on the trousers.

After a long period of time, there was no movement outside. Xiao Yuanmu's posture of sitting on the ground with his stomach curled up also changed. He locked the door for the first time before grabbing the door’s brass handrail, a little bit. Stood up.

He had tried his best to straighten his back, but the pain that spread from his stomach to his whole body still made him bend down. When he walked to the bed, he finally lost his strength and sank.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu moved his gaze away from the porridge bowl and the insulated water cup, and looked slightly into the void. When the dim color in front of him gradually faded, he closed his eyes and endured the familiar pain.

There was a cold smile at the corner of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth. This was... the most profound gift from his family members.

As the pain increased, the corners of Xiao Yuanmu’s pale mouth were gradually bitten, but his consciousness became more sober than ever before-the uncontrollable feeling after rebirth, and with the onset of the old problems of the previous life, a little bit Back in Xiao Yuanmu's hands, those vacillations and passions were also excluded from reason.

The Xiao family is his ultimate goal.

Song Xuanhe didn't go back to the room, but waited in the living room, ready to deal with Xiao Yuanmu's special situation.

The system saw that Song Xuanhe kept silent, and his complexion was never before, and he couldn't help saying: [Emotional stomach cramps even if they are sent to the hospital, there is no effective way to relieve him, and the low-grade fever is not serious ,You do not have to worry about.

Song Xuan and naturally knew that if it weren't for knowing, he wouldn't be able to leave Xiao Yuanmu alone in the room. He just suddenly thought of a question-would Xiao Yuanmu really be happy going to Xiao's house?

Thinking of the content in the book, Xiao Yuanmu was able to do so well, no matter whether it was dealing with business affairs or Xiao family affairs, he would undoubtedly be able to handle things with ease, but is he happy?

Song Xuanhe never thought about this problem, and the readers of this book never thought about it.

Xiao Yuanmu found his biological parents and restored his noble status, so that all those who had offended him before could deserve their sins, and finally became the Patriarch of the Xiao family that the world looked up to.

At that time, seeing all this in the book, Song Xuan and naturally felt that Xiao Yuanmu was happy.Orphans should be happy to return to their parents, the bottom of society should be happy to become the heirs of the chaebol, and to revenge all their enemies by themselves...

However, the author never wrote that Xiao Yuanmu was unhappy. He only told readers that after Xiao Yuanmu was reborn, he possessed everything that the world envied and longed for, and all the things that mankind would flock to were all at his fingertips for him, what he lacked before. Everything was supplied to him with the best and top state.

So readers and Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was naturally happy.

But if you are happy, will Xiao Yuanmu have a gloomy and indifferent character until the latter part of the book?And what caused his unchanging indifferent character, really just those things caused by Song Xuanhe before his rebirth?

Song Xuanhe put his hands on his eyes. After the light disappeared, he seemed to hear Xiao Yuanmu's painful grunt, fragile and tolerant, as if being pushed back by the darkness, he could only hide in the corner and lick. The wounded cub finally watched the darkness spread to the wound, fading the last trace of freshness.

[Song Xuanhe!

The system's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Song Xuanhe back to God.

what happened?

[What were you thinking about?] The system’s tone was so solemn for the first time, it said: [The data just analyzed about the completion of the world’s main missions suddenly appeared abnormal, which means that you suddenly have a strong will to destroy the key plot. If you don’t control it When your thoughts and actions are taken, the main brain will immediately realize that you will be forced to end the task at that time, because this is the most serious violation of the task, and you will even return to your body to live for another half a year. There was no chance for him, and his soul flew away.

The system said: [Song Xuanhe, don't make any claims, don't joke about your life.

After Song Xuan and Jingjing listened to the system, they did not remove the hand covering their eyes, but the eyes that were just closed were opened. The crystal light on the ceiling was bright, and it fell on his retina through the fingers, but suddenly It reminded him of the darkness. This beam of light was the color of light, but it seemed as if the gray mist that could attack the human body blinded his eyes.

[Song Xuanhe?] The system called him again, with worry in his tone: [You don’t think about it, do you?Think about it for yourself, now the plot of Xiao Yuanmu’s tragic death that caused you to die is basically gone. As long as you stay in this world for a year and a half safely, you can return to your original world. You will also have a healthy body, don't do wrong on impulse!

do wrong things?

Song Xuanhe sneered, the system's worries were too superfluous. Where was he who would be a knight who would meet upsets and roar. If he were such a person, he would not agree to a transaction with the system in the first place. When he knew that Xiao Yuanmu would have an accident, he would not turn a blind eye again and again, and even acted as a secretive pusher.

From beginning to end, he was the person least qualified to sympathize with or help Xiao Yuanmu.

[Song Xuanhe?

Hearing Song Xuanhe's laughter, the system was a little flustered. Every time Song Xuanhe laughed like this, it was when he was in a bad mood. Wouldn't he really plan to organize the plot?

[Song...]

Song Xuan interrupted the exchange of the system again, and said coldly: [Don't worry, what you are worried about cannot happen.

[Really?The system is a little uneasy.

[Really.] Song Xuanhe took down the hands covering his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised up and said: [Don't worry.

The system was dubious. After thinking about it, he said: [Your parents’ and friends’ cemeteries are all over there, don’t you...]

To shut up!

Song Xuan and Huo stood up, and for the first time an almost gloomy icy color appeared on their faces. The hands on his side were squeezed into fists, and the pressure of his speech was extremely low and extremely cold: [z48, pay attention to your words, forever Don't bring up things you shouldn't mention in front of me.

The system was called by Song Xuanhe by its original name for the first time, and it was also the first time to see Song Xuanhe with such a terrible look. Its chips seemed to be frozen for a moment. The data told it not to speak subtle at this time, but for some reason, It looked at Song Xuanhe's expression and suddenly remembered Xiao Yuanmu.

Song Xuan's expression at the moment was very similar to the expression Xiao Yuanmu had just revealed.

The system cautiously said: [I see.

Song Xuanhe looked at the void coldly, and then sat down again for a while, took a pillow and lay down on the sofa, closed his long curly eyelashes, and his eyes faded clean and quiet.

I woke up again because of the phone's ringtone, no caller ID, but the number was vaguely familiar.

Song Xuanhe glanced at the darkened sky outside, then glanced at the closed door, and then slowly answered the phone. There was a husky voice that had just woke up: "Who?"

"I'm Lu Chao." Lu Chao's voice over there was extremely low, and his tone was a little strange: "Thanks to the second younger brother, my good brother has been picked up. You said he can see you, my father He cautiously placed him in the master bedroom on the second floor without stopping. He was also preparing to host a banquet for the second youngest to eat. Would you like to come here to show your face?

When hearing Lu Chao’s voice, Song Xuanhe seemed to hang up the phone, but after hearing the content clearly, he chuckled lightly and said, “You don’t need to eat. Since the Lu family is doing well, I will naturally Will go to say hello to a few uncles and hang up when nothing is wrong."

"Song Xuanhe!" Lu Chao's voice was raised in vain, and he followed the radio into Song Xuanhe's ears, and asked him to move the phone farther away.

"We used to be good brothers anyway, you know I hate that bastard son the most, and his sordid family, and even asked our family to take him back to recognize his ancestors. Do you know? Because of this, Lu Yue, that wild chicken lady dare to come to my Song family to ask for status, so angry that my mother almost committed suicide by jumping off the building!"

Song Xuan and the mobile phone he removed were brought back to his ear. He is in a bad mood and needs some entertainment, so he said, "What else?"

"Also?" Lu Chao's suppressed voice was hysterical. "And my father wanted to bring that pheasant close to the house, and the grandparents who had been opposed to it also agreed. My mother didn't want to, my dad would She was sent to a mental hospital!"

"Song Xuanhe, you know exactly what will happen to Lu Yue when he arrives at my house! My mother was so good to you before! Are you still a human!"

Lu Chao’s accusation was sentence after sentence, and each sentence carried an unquenchable resentment, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and peel his bones through the phone.

"Nothing?" Song Xuan and a hand dangled beside the sofa, fiddled with the pages on the coffee table carelessly, his tone was very cold, and he seemed to dislike Lu Chao's boring talk.

"Song Xuanhe, I will make you pay!"

Lu Chao was so angry that he couldn't speak, and after leaving this sentence, he hung up the phone.

Song Xuanhe tossed the phone casually, picked up the magazine that had just opened the page, turned a page casually, and looked at it boredly.

——The world's richest people, hidden families that do not participate in the wealth ranking, are truly wealthy and rival countries.

The title is quite boring, Song Xuanhe moved his eyes down:

The Eight Great Families are composed of eight powerful families from different races and countries around the world, including the Hoffman family from the Delai country, the Guan family from Canada, and the source of the neon country...

Song Xuan frowned and looked directly at the introduction of the Xiao family:

The Xiao family, a powerful family that originated in ancient China, is now one of the eight big families. Since the 1980s, the Xiao family has been very forward-looking infiltrating the steel and railway industries, and engaged in investment and bank credit business until So far, no one knows how much wealth has accumulated behind this family. They are not only standing at the top of the pyramid, they are also beyond their reach.

The Xiao family attaches great importance to the education of their children and grandchildren. Before the Xiao family reaches adulthood, they rarely reveal their true identities. Only after they reach adulthood will they walk in the forefront of all walks of life as the Xiao family, leading to the real settlement of the Xiao family’s own family. The country has also become very mysterious, no one knows for sure...

Sweeping through these two paragraphs, Song Xuanhe didn't find any interesting information. Song Xuanhe threw the hand magazine aside without any interest, opening his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

Thinking about it, I just fell asleep and didn't wake up until dawn the next day.

The housekeeper happened to appear at this time, and when he saw Song Xuan and didn't even change his clothes, he seemed to lie on the sofa overnight and his expression did not change at all. After saying hello and reporting the breakfast prepared in the kitchen, he asked respectfully. : "Master Song, are there any special orders for breakfast?"

Song Xuanhe glanced at the closed door, and said in a low voice, "Prepare some light food. It's best to have some kind of food for people with uncomfortable stomach. Sweet porridge is best."

The butler nodded respectfully, turned around and gave orders.

Song Xuanhe went back to the room and took a shower and changed his clothes. After coming out, he knocked on Xiao Yuanmu's door, no more, no less, just three times.

The door quickly opened. Xiao Yuanmu was still in the same clothes as yesterday, but his complexion has improved a lot. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and said lightly: "I will come out after taking a shower."

Song Xuanhe nodded, and just about to speak, the door was closed directly by Xiao Yuanmu.

He looked at the closed wooden door in front of him, tugged a little at the corner of his mouth, turned and went directly to the restaurant.

The housekeeper prepared very quickly. After a while, everything he ordered was served on the table. When he saw Song Xuan and one person on the table, he also asked: "Is the sweet porridge scooped out or set aside."

Song Xuanhe doesn't like to eat sweet things in the morning. He glanced at the delicately patterned porcelain bowl and said, "Just leave it. You will have to drink it later and serve it yourself."

The butler leaned forward and nodded, waiting for the waiter to put all the dishes behind, and said: "If there is any order, I will be at the door."

Song Xuanhe hummed softly. Just when he wanted to ask him those things to nourish his stomach, he saw the butler turned around and said to the restaurant door: "Mr. Xiao, early."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, and sat down opposite Song Xuanhe. When he saw the food on the table, his eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Xuanhe who was drinking porridge with his head down.

Noting his gaze, Song Xuanhe put down his spoon and said coldly: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze. After yesterday's events, he no longer contained the coldness of his whole body, but his eyes became calm again. He said calmly, "I will resign today."

Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge with a spoon, and he couldn't hear any emotions in his voice: "You told me yesterday."

"Also, I will move out of your apartment."

Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but there was no expression in his eyes: "Break up?"

Xiao Yuanmu met his eyes and made a decision last night, but he was a little bit hesitant in replying affirmatively. He suddenly thought of the cold porridge and warm water on the bedside table when he got up in the morning. And the feeling of warming and ironing when the warm water runs through the throat and into the stomach.

So far, maybe there will be no chance to meet again in the future, and he is not willing to keep another person by his side who will affect his mood.

But there is no need to worry like this, as long as you handle all this before entering the Xiao family.

Xiao Yuanmu looked away and said quietly, "It's just moving out."