Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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"No way, few people know about my relationship with Yu Yan, where did you know it."

Song Xuan and perfunctory said: "Your expression just now clearly shows that you have a very close relationship, not to mention that you have a first love that splits and recombines many times, it is spread everywhere, why I don't know."

"That's it..." Zhou Nan picked up a chopstick dish, and after eating a few bites, he suddenly turned to ask Song Xuanhe, "Do you think if I ask Yu Yan to reunite, will he agree?"

"meeting."

Song Xuanhe's answer was decisive, and Zhou Nan almost believed that as long as he spoke, Yu Yan would get back with him. However, his brain was only hot for a moment, and the light in his eyes slowly darkened: "You don't even know How does he know if he can promise me."

"Yeah." Song Xuanhe didn't comment and ate indifferently.

"I found that since you broke up with Xiao Yuanmu, you have become more and more like him." Zhou Nan looked at Song Xuanhe's calm profile and said, "It is getting more and more expressionless, and speaking less and less. and also……"

"What else?"

Zhou Nan shook his head lightly, and said, "And I always feel like--"

"Xuanhe." Xiao Sheng, who had just answered the phone and went out, walked in and interrupted Zhou Nan's words, "When Fengtong will come over, he said if he has something to look for you, do you want to meet him."

Song Xuanhe thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'll pick him up later."

Zhou Nan's words were interrupted by Xiao Shenglin, and the topic disappeared. After dinner, Song Xuanhe received a call from Fengtong and went directly to the tea room to wait for him.

The door was knocked twice, Song Xuanhe said, and the waiter led Fengtong in.

Fengtong took off his coat and smiled faintly: "This mountain is good, I almost couldn't hold back to play for a while after passing the snow field."

Song Xuanhe handed over the brewed tea, bending his eyes and said, "You can have fun after drinking the tea. Do you have any other arrangements in the afternoon?"

"Does it count to persuade you to become my partner?"

"Then you can go to the ski field to snow." Song Xuanhe smiled, and said with a serious face: "I'm very sorry, I haven't considered joining any studio for the time being. There are other reasons besides I am still in the Song family. , I hope you can understand."

Feng Tong laughed, did not answer his words, but said: "Do you remember Jiang Deyi who came to my birthday before?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and motioned Fengtong to continue.

"He learned that I was going to open a studio, so he emailed me and attached a recommendation letter from his mentor, hoping to become one of the founders of my studio." Feng Tong saw that Song Xuanhe was not The caring look didn't get angry, and continued: "I don't have much sympathy with his design, so I just rejected it."

"However, my mentor later sent me an email, focusing on Jiang Deyi's current value, and asked me to compromise on the potential value that he can bring in addition to his design..."

"Although I am not a person who likes to compromise, I am more cautious about keeping abreast of current affairs, so I checked his background and unexpectedly made some discoveries." Feng Tong's expression became somewhat meaningful: "He recently An oil painting from was photographed at a high price of 200,000 US dollars. As a non-oil painting professional costume design student and a novice painter, this price is very worth exploring. However, I was more interested in taking this oil painting. People."

Facing Feng Tong's suggestive expression, Song Xuanhe frowned without a trace.

To be honest, he has no interest in the mysterious man who photographed Jiang Deyi’s oil paintings in Fengtong’s mouth, and he prefers straightforward communication most of the time, especially for friends, at this time Fengtong’s communication methods and the sellers The tone did not arouse his interest, but made him a little impatient.

Feng Tong noticed Song Xuanhe's look and said directly: "The one who photographed Jiang Deyi's oil painting is the president of Re Pany, who has recently emerged in the United States. He is of Chinese origin and his surname is Xiao Ming Yuanmu."

Song Xuan and Tongren trembled, but there was no change in their complexions, and said lightly: "What then?"

"Then, I heard that Mr. Xiao gave the picture he took back from Jiang Deyi to the chairman of a company he recently acquired, and told him that since he doesn't know how to appreciate and how to run a company, then he Just buy back the company that cannot be operated, and then give a picture that the chairman loves, and each has his place."

Feng Tong raised his eyebrows: "These four words are the greatest insult to Jiang Deyi's artistic value."

Song Xuanhe quietly raised the corners of his mouth and pressed back, and said casually: "What does that have to do with me?"

"Because Mr. Jiang Deyi is now entangled with Mr. Xiao of Re, he must let him see the value of his paintings. Therefore, Re offends Hayden Hoffman, the heir of the Hoffman family behind Jiang Deyi, and more so, my work Either the room immediately found a suitable partner and recommended Jiang Deyi's self-recommendation with reasonable reasons, or he could only accept Jiang Deyi."

"I think your joining can help me solve the crisis."

Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, and said in surprise: "Partners?"

Feng Tong raised his eyebrows: "Haven't I told you? What I want to do is a joint studio. I want to try whether the two styles develop separately but can go hand in hand. As a young man under 30, I think I can still afford to lose, Mr. Song, are you willing to open up a new future with me?"

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth cupped slightly and drank the hot tea until the aroma of the tea overflowed and the aftertaste was sweet, they said, "Give me two days, I will think about it."

"Of course." Fengtong finished drinking the tea and joked: "I have to say that your tea-making technique is really average."

Song Xuanhe got up knowingly, smiled and replied: "I hope your skiing skills will not be like my tea-making skills."

Two days later.

Song Xuanhe and Fengtong met again and signed a detailed contract for the cooperation studio contract.

Fengtong stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Song Xuanhe bent his eyes and held his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Fengtong Studio’s preliminary preparations have been very thorough. After the contract was signed, he took Song Xuanhe to his studio for a walk, and brought him to meet several designers, including the last time Fengtong People Tong met on his birthday.

"Meet again, Mr. Song, I will be a partner from now on."

After the greetings, they went to the hotel set by Fengtong to have dinner together, and got acquainted with each other before the studio was officially established, so as to eliminate the strangeness between each other.

All of you present here are designers, and the topic of conversation is naturally related to design, but after talking, I don’t know what happened, and it was said that Jiang Deyi’s oil painting was taken at a high price, and he was publicly insulted for a few days before the spring breeze was proud. thing.

Some people just think it’s funny as a joke and gossip, and some people think that the person who bought the painting is a bit too arrogant. "The president of re is too arrogant. Although Jiang Deyi is not a graduate in oil painting, his works may not be able to shoot such high prices. , But the artist’s intention in holding galleries or auctions is just to display the works. He doesn’t like to buy it. Why should he say that after raising the price? Isn’t this insulting?"

"I don't think so." Someone retorted: "Jiang Deyi can't see how much he is, and he doesn't allow people to speak freely? Besides, the president of re is not putting on a loudspeaker or saying it publicly on a program. When he said this, he was in a very private place, and there was no irregularity in the buying and giving behavior. He took the money in one hand and the goods in the other hand. Since the president of re is the owner of the painting, how would he evaluate and give it away? In any case, it is his own freedom, where can it be said to be an insult."

"But this word came out and everyone knows it. Now Jiang Deyi is ridiculed by the oil painting circle and squeezed out by the design circle. Don't you think that the cause of this matter, the president of re needs to take responsibility for it?"

"Why should he take the responsibility?" The designer who spoke was inexplicable: "Is it his responsibility to say that the words are spread out by the caring people? Can't you even say your own ideas?"

Can't tell the person in front of him, the designer pursed his mouth tightly, turned his head to look at Fengtong, and said, "Brother Tong, what do you think?"

A section of Fengtong Jiacai's hand kicked the fairway: "I'm eating, please let Xuanhe talk about it."

The designer looked at Song Xuanhe, Song Xuanhe Pi Xiaorou glanced at Fengtong without a smile, and said: "I don't have any ideas. What other people do and how they say are all other people's things. I don't know the causes and consequences. view."

When he said this, the two designers who had just argued later realized that it was not appropriate for them to argue in the situation in front of them, so they stopped discussing this topic one after another. After one person had a glass of wine, he immediately turned around. Other topics.

A girl in the corner who had not spoken suddenly raised her head and said, "Do you know Xiao Baizong of the Xiao family?"

Hearing this name, many people turned their attention to her.

"What's up with him?"

However, some people are very puzzled: "I haven't heard of it, who is it?"

"The Xiao family, one of the eight great chaebols!" Another person turned to popular science: "There are rumors that Xiao Bocong is the only heir of the Xiao family, but the news of the next generation of the Xiao family has always been very well protected and particularly vague, so we also It's not clear whether this is true, but it is certain that Xiao Bocong is from the Xiao family, and he is considered one of the few people from the Xiao family who has been exposed."

"Eight chaebols?" The questioner wowed and asked: "I had heard about the eight chaebols when I was in school in country s. Some people said that one of them was based in country s, but I never inquired about it. Caitlin, aren’t you at the same school as me, how do you know so much?"

The girl who spoke at the beginning, Kaitlin said: "You and I are college classmates, Xiao Baizong is my high school classmate. At that time, he was only fourteen and went to high school and skipped fourth grade, so he was very famous at our age. Some white children bully people of other skin colors, but even though Xiao Bocong is the youngest, no one dares to bully him, so we have always been interested in his rumors."

"I just heard a high school classmate say that today is Xiao Baicong's coming-of-age ceremony, and he sent me some pictures, which can only be described as breathtaking. Take a look."

Caitlin's mobile phones were circulated one by one, and there was a burst of exclamation. When he reached Song Xuanhe's hand, the movement he had received paused before his eyes fell on the photo.

The first photo is a very old and tall castle. Caitlin’s "amazing" four words are used very aptly, because this castle is really difficult to describe. It must be said that about Mo is not very much like reality and the whole Buildings that will appear in the age.

The family conditions that can learn design and get to this point will not be bad, not to mention that there are still a few people here who can be called the second and third generations. Even if you count the bloodlines, you can say a few words.

But this solemn and solemn castle in the photo is indeed very rare.

There is no shortage of castles in modern society, whether they can be visited or not. Because of the development of the Internet, even if you can’t shoot the scenes inside, people who are interested in checking information can always see the appearance, which can be seen in Song Xuanhe’s memory Here, even if it is a public royal castle or manor, none of the castles has the historical sense of the castle in the photo, and the strong sense of dignity and elegance.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Xiao Ranyun's rejection when talking about the Xiao family, and his repressive description of it.Then, he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu would live in this castle for more than ten, twenty or even forty-five and sixty years in the future, and his mood became a little dull.

Sour, similar to distressed emotions, very rarely poured into Song Xuanhe's heart.

He slid subconsciously, glanced at the next few photos, and then handed the phone to the next person.

After everyone read the photos, the person who asked the question thoughtfully said: "This castle is really old, maybe more than a few hundred years, but I don’t know why, I always feel that the mountain behind the manor There seems to be a little impression."

Someone laughed at the words: "Can you still tell the difference between a clear mountain and a mountain?"

"I really feel a little familiar. It's not how familiar the mountain is, but the vegetation distribution on that mountain. I am very familiar with it. You should know that my dad is a researcher of plants, so I am very sensitive to these. Once I and my classmates After skiing lost my way and walking around for a long time, it seemed that I got there. In order to find the way because of habit, I observed the vegetation distribution over there little by little, so that after I walked out, I have a special impression of the plants on that mountain. The two mountains may The same, but basically there are no two buildings with exactly the same vegetation distribution..."

"Come on, the plants on the two mountains are the same. I think as long as the terrain and climate are similar, the plants on the mountains will be the same."

"Really not. I am really familiar with that mountain, especially the power grid is installed in the middle of the mountain forest. At that time, I thought about why and thought I had broken into a military base or a secret test site or something. Now, when I look at it, it might be the Xiao family..."

"Stop!" Someone made a stop gesture and interrupted him: "Then you say where did you see this mountain?"

"S country." He said: "I went skiing with friends in my sophomore year..."

"As everyone knows, the home of the Xiao family is in the United States." The humanity said: "Although this location has not really been determined, but it is still tense, so your guess is 80% wrong."

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the others, and touched his head in disappointment after seeing them nodding, and said, "I thought I had accidentally hit the big secret."

"Such a big secret can be broken by you, it is better to buy the reality of lottery tickets."

Since they were teasing each other, this topic has passed.

Song Xuanhe ate quietly, and didn't take what the man said just now. These people were not sure, but as a reader who had read the novel, he knew very well that the Xiao family's home was in the United States, and the book was Xiao Yuanmu has never been to country s, so the guess of that person just now is really just a guess.

The dinner was over in the chat and gossip. Few people moved their chopsticks during a banquet, only Song Xuanhe was taking it seriously from beginning to end.

When leaving, someone ridiculed: "I didn't eat a few more mouthfuls just now, I just watched Mr. Song's chopsticks and knew that the chefs here are very good. I knew I had just tasted a few more mouthfuls."

Fengtong smiled: "If you like, I can help you order some dishes to pack."

"Don't use it, it's the same when you come for a dinner next time."

Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said nothing.

As soon as the dinner was over, everyone went home individually. Fengtong and Song Xuanhe came together, and the car was parked together. Halfway through, Fengtong said, "Sorry, Ke Zhu just didn't pay attention to what he said."

If Song Xuan and the one in his hand turns, the car will be unlocked at the same time, he said: "It's okay, this is normal, and he won't say much when my work comes out."

Fengtong laughed when he heard the words, and said: "I didn't expect you to be so confident. I thought I wanted to comfort you."

Song Xuanhe opened the car door, sat in and said, "Anyway, thank you for your comfort."

Feng Tong waved his hand to him and opened his car door. Song Xuanhe closed the car door, and the world returned to quiet.

He thought of the current results when he decided to cooperate with Fengtong, so he would not be angry because of other people's faint rejection and provocation. What's more, this matter today is not a provocation, but the people who will cooperate in the future treat him. It was just a little temptation, he was already prepared, and he was naturally able to deal with this situation calmly.

But, I don't know why he always feels a little tired, and wants to enter a quiet and unmanned place as soon as possible, alone.

Song Xuan and reversing the car out of the garage, their eyes traversed the bustling street, and then took them back without stopping, focusing on driving.

There was no music here, there was only silence, but Song Xuanhe felt a little relaxed, and the corners of his mouth that had been slightly pursed were also lightly hooked.

However, the corners of the mouth that had just been aroused turned back to be straight at the moment the music rang. Song Xuanhe was too lazy to wear Bluetooth headsets, let alone answering a call from an unfamiliar number, so they ignored them.

But the caller was reluctant. The music just faded and disappeared for less than a second, and then came back again. The noise came after another. Song Xuanhe raised his hand and hung it up. It would almost make him annoyed. Put on the headset to answer the call.

I was in a good mood, and my voice was cold: "Who?"

"In a bad mood?" The sound coming from the headphones was clear, but it was even more low-pitched and magnetic because of the media.

Song Xuan paused for a moment when he turned the steering wheel. He frowned when he saw the car he was wiping and turned into the main road. Before he had time to speak, he listened to the other side and said: "I am not in a good mood. ."

"why?"

Without thinking about it, these three words blurted out, making Song Xuan and himself startled for a moment.

However, after the stunned, he gathered his mind again to pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's voice on the other side of the headset, really wondering why he was upset.

When Xiao Yuanmu was with him, he rarely experienced strong mood swings. The strongest time he had ever seen was that of Xiao Yuanmu's stomach cramps. I heard that Xiao Yuanmu's stomach cramps were caused by too much emotion. The excitement was aroused, but even so, Xiao Yuanmu did not mention a word about his mood. Song Xuanhe was really curious when he suddenly heard him say this.

"Because of many things."

Across the earphones and across the Pacific Ocean, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to relax a lot when he expressed his emotions. His voice was quiet and deep, coming through the earphones, Song Xuanhe seemed to be able to feel his gloomy mood.

After Xiao Yuanmu said these five words, he stopped talking. A shallow breathing sounded. Song Xuanhe drove the car and calmed down because of the irritability of his cell phone ringing.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Yuanmu spoke again: "Why don't you contact me once?"

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth a little, and there was a shallow lying silkworm under his drooping eyes: "Because I don't contact you, I feel bad?"

"Accounting for 50%." Xiao Yuanmu thought for a while and said lightly: "I bought a painting a few days ago, but it was too ugly to give it away."

The arc between Song Xuan and the corner of his mouth deepened, and he hummed softly, and did not respond to the topic, but motioned him to continue.

"do you miss me?"

Song Xuanhe almost stepped on the brakes, and finally managed to stabilize, and said in a bad mood: "I don't want to."

Xiao Yuanmu's voice became deep and he reminded: "We didn't break up."

"Each one's own words." Song Xuanhe smiled on his face: "Since I can't see each other, I just thought it the way I thought."

"Will you be with others besides me?"

"Who knows?"

Xiao Yuanmu let out a low laugh, his voice low and sure: "You won't."

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, but did not deny it.

Without hearing Song Xuanhe’s rebuttal, Xiao Yuanmu was in a better mood than before, saying: “I had a seven-hour meeting today to discuss the supply of new energy. Three companies secretly pressured to monopolize the acquisition... "

Probably because he didn't know what to say, Xiao Yuanmu said lightly in his voice what he had done in this period of time, and said the things he and Song Xuanhe knew the most.

Song Xuan and Rarely didn't have the slightest impatience, and listened quietly. The car had reached the parking lot downstairs of the apartment and did not go out. Instead, they sat in the car and listened to him.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't talk much in the first place, and there were only a few things about his work. Even if it was the one he talked most this time, it actually took less than five minutes.

At the end, Xiao Yuanmu asked Song Xuanhe: "Are you in a better mood?"

Song Xuanhe asked back: "How about you?"

The only answer to him was a light breath. Song Xuanhe leaned on the back of the chair, put one hand on his forehead, and said, "Me too."

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