Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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The infirmary is very simple, it should be combined with a small library. On one side, there are three peeled yellow wooden cabinets filled with books. On the other side, a curtain is opened. Behind the curtain is a medical shelf, which is used as medicine. Room.

Song Xuanhe stood at the door, his eyes fell on the man sitting in the window, his expression was indifferent, he freely cleaned the wound on his hand, after disinfection, he did not even wipe the medicinal liquor, just let the palm of his hand melt into the flesh so big the wound. Lala's open.

"Don't you want to wrap gauze?"

After enduring forbearance, Song Xuanhe still couldn't hold back speaking.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes to look at him, and when he landed on his slightly frowned eyebrows, he blinked suddenly and asked, "Do you think I killed the dog?"

Song Xuan was startled, when the little boy's words just came to mind.

He had only contacted the easy-going dean and the lively and cheerful Yuanyuan before, because he subconsciously thought that the orphanage was like this. Although there were no relatives, the overall environment was indeed harmonious and warm.

But the stone hit just now, and the reason that the little boy was calm enough for granted, made him deeply aware of what kind of environment Xiao Yuanmu had grown up in for the first time.

The young Xiao Yuanmu held the puppy cub, the corpse after the puppy was tortured and killed, the blood stains on Xiao Yuanmu's body, the vigilant and suspicious gazes of the surrounding people, all of this constituted a clear picture in Song Xuan and his mind. , And then combined with the indifferent Xiao Yuanmu in front of him.

The light of the evening did not enter Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes. Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, feeling that he had known each other at this moment. When the sun was completely down, he turned on the light switch at hand.

The medical room became bright, and Song Xuanhe asked Xiao Yuanmu, "Do you like dogs?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were squinted by the suddenly lit light. After hearing Song Xuanhe's question, he gave him a meaningful look. When he met his clean eyes, he suddenly knew what he was thinking.

For some reason, he thought it was a little funny, he also chuckled lightly and asked: "Do you believe me?"

Then he asked: "Why?"

Song Xuanhe blinked with some doubts, and said, "I didn't say I believe you, I just asked if you like dogs."

The smile was just a flash in the pan, and Xiao Yuanmu's expression returned to his coldness: "I don't like it."

"That's it." Song Xuanhe shrugged his shoulders in disappointment. He turned to the door and took out a humming little milk dog. He said, "I wanted to raise it for you when I picked it up. I'm not interested in raising these little things. Since you don't like it, I will put them back where I found them."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xuanhe's expression, his eyes fell on the small ears exposed in his wrists, and then he moved his eyes away: "Let it go back."

"Why don't you give these children to the orphanage?" Song Xuanhe suggested: "I think those children like puppies."

"No." Xiao Yuanmu's voice was cold and directly rejected the proposal.

Song Xuan and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

The little milk dog got out of his head and lay on Song Xuanhe's arm, his milk cried out milkily, a pair of black eyes looking at Xiao Yuanmu, and he looked curiously.

Xiao Yuanmu frowned and walked to Song Xuanhe's side. Without looking at the puppy in his arms, he said flatly: "This dog will live here and will not live for a week."

Song Xuan and the dog's hands stiffened, and didn't ask why this time.

"Let's go." Xiao Yuanmu stepped out of the infirmary first and said, "It's time to eat."

"What about the dog?" Song Xuanhe subconsciously glanced at the little brown milk dog with the size of his slap.

Just after coming out of the play area, when he was looking for the infirmary along the road, he heard the sound of humming outside the wall, and when he was curious, he went around to see what it was. He did not expect to find this little milk dog in the box. At that time, he had an idea. He knew exactly who Xiao Yuanmu was. Usually when people approached him, his expression would be worse, not to mention holding things he didn’t like. The little boy said Xiao Yuanmu was holding a dog. At the time, he thought that Xiao Yuanmu should like dogs, at least the dog he was holding.

So when he saw this little puppy, Song Xuanhe felt that he had found the gift of thanks, and it was not as good to give anything to him. Xiao Yuanmu saved his blood and light disaster, so he couldn't say thank you alone.

Moreover, he actually wants to be tempted. After all, people like Xiao Yuanmu don’t look like pets. In his eyes, there are people who like pets and can raise them well. A loving and responsible person, the latter of these two descriptions is not reluctant, but the former is not very close to the Xiao Yuanmu he knows.

But after trying it this way, Song Xuanhe couldn't decide whether Xiao Yuanmu liked dogs, maybe he only liked the puppy at the time.

Thinking about this, Song Xuanhe didn't expect to give the dog to Xiao Yuanmu. After asking, he replied: "I will take it back and raise it for one night, and I will send it to the adoption center tomorrow."

Xiao Yuanmu casually lowered his eyes to meet Song Xuan and the little milk dog with his tongue sticking out of his arm. The little milk dog sniffed and was very excited: "Wow!"

When he arrived at the cafeteria, the dean asked Song Xuan and the little puppy he was holding. He heard that he picked it up and smiled. He touched the puppy and said, "Then you should take good care of it. , Look how much it likes you."

Song Xuan and Wei were stunned, looking down at the little puppies wagging their tails in his clothes. He didn't really like the character of small animals, but he saw palm-sized fluffy and chubby little puppies. The lively movement of him still feels a bit cute.

He bent his eyes slightly, and felt that it seemed good to take it home and raise it. Although he had never raised it, it was easy to find someone to take care of it.

At the next moment when Song Xuanhe thought this way, he suddenly felt his thighs hot, and a cold wind stroked his crotch. The goose bumps rose with the smell of urine, making Song Xuan and his smiling face instantly green. .

Seeing that Song Xuanhe's expression was wrong, the dean asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Woohoo..."

The little milk dog seemed to notice that he had done something wrong and stopped crawling. He tremblingly walked towards Song Xuanhe's dry front with his paws, as if he wanted to avoid the wet places, but he didn't walk much Steady, bumping, slipping from time to time when backing, rubbing the uncleaned area on his suit pants, leaving a drop of watermark.

Song Xuanhe's face is greener. He has always loved being clean since he was a child. He didn't want to touch any dirty things. At this time, a dog pissed his pants. The idea that he just wanted to keep a dog disappeared instantly. He really is not suitable for keeping any pets. .

"Wow!"

A horrified cry sounded. Before Song Xuanhe could react, he saw the little milk dog falling from his lap. He stretched out his hand to pick it up, but was first caught by another hand that stretched out from the side. .

Xiao Yuanmu had no expression, but his tone was cold: "What are you thinking?"

Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes: "My pants are all wet, and people who don't know thought I was peeing... I can't get angry?"

Xiao Yuanmu handed back the puppy cub in his hand, Song Xuanhe got up suddenly, afraid of evasiveness, and took a step back: "Don't give it to me, hold it yourself, this big beach on my lap... how do I hold it? it."

"Are you afraid that it will pee on you again?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, with a sarcasm on his face.

"Don't care if I'm afraid." Song Xuan and the lower body are wet, and the wet parts are embarrassing. He is not in a good mood at the moment, but no matter how unhappy he is, he will not anger a little milk dog. He just wants to go back and change his body. clothes.

The dean also saw Song Xuanhe’s trousers. It is winter. The cafeteria of the orphanage does not have an air conditioner to save electricity. It just covered the door with thick curtains. It was still a bit cold at this time. She worried: "Xiao Song, You can't do this, it will be frozen later, and Yuan Mu's room still has his clothes. Go and change his clothes."

When the words were over, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu's expressions changed at the same time.

Song Xuanhe said in surprise: "No need for the Dean, I just go back and change my clothes, I don't need to wear his clothes."

Xiao Yuanmu originally didn't want Song Xuanhe to wear his clothes. In some respects, he also had some cleanliness, but seeing Song Xuanhe's reluctant attitude, he rather wanted to see Song Xuanhe wearing his clothes reluctantly. The look of his clothes changed.

"It will take at least 30 minutes to go back without traffic jams, and traffic jams may take an hour and a half." Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very indifferent, as if he was just explaining what he thought was the best way: "You'd better change your clothes."

"Yes." The dean echoed: "Wearing these wet pants for more than an hour will definitely catch a cold."

Song Xuanhe didn't want to wear a pair of wet pants with..., after weighing left and right, he chose to wear Xiao Yuanmu's clothes.

Coming to Xiao Yuanmu's small bedroom that couldn't turn around again, Xiao Yuanmu took out a pair of trousers from the cabinet, threw them to Song Xuanhe and then rummaged inside.

Song Xuanhe took the pants and frowned, "What are you still turning over?"

Xiao Yuanmu straightened up and asked him lightly, "Are your underwear wet?"

Song Xuanhe:...

His underwear must be wet, but he absolutely can't accept wearing other men's underwear!

"Or do you plan not to wear it?" Xiao Yuanmu was holding a pair of dark underwear in his hand. He turned his eyes around somewhere on his lower body, suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, and faintly concluded: "It doesn't matter if you don't wear it. "

Even a man can't stand this provocation!

Song Xuanhe sneered mockingly, and then opened his mouth to fight back: "Have anyone ever told you not to save others by yourself? You can tell by looking at your underwear. If the size is too small, it doesn’t matter if you wear it or not, but if you think It’s the same for me.

After speaking, he raised his chin, folded his hands on his chest, and expressed the most contemptuous attitude with the most disdainful gesture.

A few seconds later, Xiao Yuanmu also chuckled, his eyes were deep and gloomy, and his voice was dull and low: "Am I big or young? Didn't you know the first week you were with me?"

Song Xuan and Tongren paused, and suddenly remembered the scene where the system had asked him to force Xiao Yuanmu to push Xiao Yuanmu on his lap. Almost when this scene appeared, his scalp was a little numb, a kind of danger. The intuition came out spontaneously.

Xiao Yuanmu approached step by step: "Perhaps you still want to be sure before telling me whether what you just said is true or not?"

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