Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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May is the most comfortable time in the imperial capital. The weather is neither hot nor cold. With the seven-day holiday on May 10th, most people choose to travel at this time.

However, at this time when most people were planning to produce oil, Song Xuanhe was so busy that he was compressed even while eating.

Song Xuanhe kept the matter of opening a studio with Fengtong from the Song family, so in addition to working in the company during the day, he also went to the studio to work overtime after work. It has been three months since February. Long-term working mode will continue for a long time in the future.

September’s autumn and winter fashion week seems to have a long time to prepare, but the team that just got together still needs to run in, and everyone is still young, it is inevitable that they will stumble, and Song Xuanhe has not recruited the right one. The fitting model of China became more and more busy.

At the end of April, when the Fortune 500 of the US was released, a freshly-produced dark horse caught the attention of a small number of people, but it did not make Song Xuanhe who has no interest in finance discovered, until May 16th. , When the "Top 100 Most Valuable Global Brands in 2066" released the 55th place in the re pany, this caused an uproar around the world.

Song Xuanhe was inevitably hit by this big wave, because the magazine interview with the president of re pany was first exposed on the Internet. Although the magazine did not expose the photos, it exposed the president of the new energy company. Identity-no father and no mother, grew up in China, has a keen financial sense since childhood, graduated from a top university in China, and his name is Xiao Yuanmu.

For a time, all those who knew Xiao Yuanmu but did not know Xiao Yuanmu, knew the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, did not know the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, and even whether they knew Song Xuanhe or not, all rushed to get together. Come and ask him about Xiao Yuanmu's news.

A company was founded in September last year and successfully went public in less than half a year. In just ten months, it has been squeezed into the wealth rankings and ranked 55th in the research calculations of the world's authoritative market research company. It is simply stunning.

Among them, the Song family's reaction was the most violent. Not to mention Song Guochao, even Song Xuanlin couldn't help calling Song Xuanhe, and asked him whether the president of re was really Xiao Yuanmu.

Song Xuanhe in the studio drove the hands-free and kept cutting in his hands. He repeated the dialogue process that had been asked countless times by countless people since this morning.

"do not know."

"The company above was founded in September, and Xiao Shenglin was still in China at that time, so it should not be him."

"There are so many people with the same name and surname, and the magazine is in English. It may not be the same word after translation, and I am not sure if it is Xiao Yuanmu."

"I said it a long time ago. I have broken up with him, and we naturally have no contact now."

"I didn't say I was sure it wasn't him, I just said I didn't know."

"Brother, I have something to do, I'm hanging up."

Song Xuanhe put down the tools in his hand, turned off the phone before the next phone rang, and then continued to work with peace of mind. There will be several fitting models for interviews at five o'clock. He has no time to deal with these things now.

Feng Tong knocked on the door twice. After receiving Song Xuanhe's affirmation, he quickly opened the door and quickly closed it, blocking the sight of the rest of the studio.

"I have a hunch that I don't have to worry about the **oss of various brand magazines not accepting invitations during the September Fashion Week.

Song Xuanhe didn't raise his head, but responded perfunctorily, apparently not even listening to what he was saying.

Fengtong smiled when he saw it. He was just a joke, and the purpose of coming in was not for this, so he quickly turned to discuss with him the materials for his clothing this season.

When the two talked about work, they were completely forgetful, and they didn't remember the passage of time. They stopped when someone knocked on the door outside. Song Xuanhe yelled in and then looked at the time, and raised his hand for Fengtong to take a look. .

At 6:27, nearly an hour and a half had passed since Song Xuan and the scheduled interview model time.

The knocker came in with some caution and said: "Mr. Song, a model just left because there is still a schedule. Would you like to come out and interview them now...?"

"Who's gone?" Song Xuanhe asked as he picked up the interview materials.

The man whispered a name, which was the most likely one among the materials Song Xuanhe received that met his requirements and was also the one with the deepest qualifications and the best value.

Faced with a designer who has not had any achievements in his work, it’s normal for this model with a small status to have a little temper. In the unspoken rules of the industry, not only designers will choose models, but models will also choose designers. It’s just a two-way selection. When each reached the peak in the industry, designers took the initiative.

However, at this time, Song Xuanhe was just a little newcomer with no background and no experience in famous schools.

Feng Tong turned to look at Song Xuanhe and apologized: "Sorry, you missed the interview because you didn't watch the time."

"It's okay." Song Xuanhe shook his head: "I have seen his catwalk videos and model cards. The temperament does not conform to my design. If you ask others to go to the dressing room, I will check it out."

The last sentence was for the person who knocked on the door. The person hesitated for a moment before answering, and then closed the door.

There is worry hidden in Fengtong's eyes: "Do you really think Nicholas is inappropriate?"

"Really."

Song Xuanhe knew what Feng Tong and the front desk assistant were thinking about, and undoubtedly felt that Nicolas was already the best choice among the models who are currently willing to work with him. He said that just to save face.

But the fact is not the case. When he looked at the model card, he also felt that Nicolas and the clothes he designed were in harmony, but the model card was not as good as the video. After all, what he wanted to fight was not the hard photo level but the September t Taiwan debut.

In the video, Nicola’s aura is not even one-tenth of the model card. Song Xuan and the model card felt that Nicola was just barely able to wear his clothes. Now they know that his aura is weakened so much. Instead, he was not optimistic about him, but felt that it would be better to meet a real person before making a decision.

But even if the real person is gone now, he doesn't feel any regrets.

Fengtong knows that Song Xuanhe is not a strong personality. Hearing his answer, he knows that he really thinks. But because of this, Fengtong is even more worried: "Xuanhe, I know that the current interview model may be the same as you hope. All of the models have a certain distance, but I guarantee that this distance will disappear after our debut. Now you may be able to lower your requirements a bit, after all, September is not far away."

Song Xuanhe got up with the information, smiled and patted Fengtong on the shoulder, and said, "I know it in my heart, don't worry."

...

The interview room is also in the fitting room with a catwalk. At this time, there are five models waiting. Most of them are newcomers who have just entered the industry. So even after waiting for so long, they did not show strong dissatisfaction, but some The impatience on the face is still hard to hide.

Song Xuanhe's gaze swept over each of them quickly, and soon obtained their physical data, went in and picked out a few clothes and handed them to the five people, and said, "Try it."

The five people looked at each other, seeing Song Xuanhe walked to the sofa in front of the runway and sat on the sofa and did not intend to speak any more, he hesitated to enter the changing room.

Before a model opened the curtain and was about to step out, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, propped his chin on the armrest of the sofa and a pen in the other, and said lightly: "The one in the dressing room No. 3 will come out first. Follow 3, 5, 1, 4. , 2 in order."

The stretcher retracted his legs, and the model in the middle dressing room opened the curtain and walked out.

Song Xuan and his chin were slightly raised, looking at people from the bottom up, his eyes were straightforward and with a faint scrutiny, but his temperament was too lazy and calm, just sitting like this, with a focused look and a serious look. Extraordinarily sexy.

"Are you very hot?" Song Xuanhe put away his chin, sat upright and looked at the model who had walked to the forefront of the runway, and said calmly, "It's still too nervous."

"It's not hot." The model raised her hand, realizing that the scene was down again, and lowered her eyes and whispered: "The first interview, I was a little nervous."

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, looked away from his nowhere to put his hand, and fell on the document, saying: "My name is seventeen, seventeen, and he is currently in the second year of high school. You are sure to ask for leave and fly with us in September. Country?"

"Of course!" Seventeen's eyes lit up, and his mouth grinned involuntarily, revealing two small tiger teeth, and said: "I can definitely ask for leave!"

Song Xuanhe glanced at him again, retracted his gaze before his ears turned red, nodded non-committal, and said, "Number five."

Seventeen who was standing on the runway was stunned, and his appearance was already gleefully lowered instantly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and finally got off the runway and waited quietly.

The models behind came out one by one. No matter who they saw, Song Xuan and the expression on his face did not change at all. It was only when several people stood in a row waiting nervously for the result that he slowly said, "When Zhang Yang walks. The swing of his hand is too stiff. William can usually look in the mirror to practice his expression. He lacks the experience of seventeen steps and forgets his original posture when he reaches the top. This is a taboo..."

After Song Xuanhe relentlessly pointed out the shortcomings of each of the five people and reminded them again, only after they became more and more embarrassed and unwilling to announce: "The 17th will come to the next round of interviews next month. Everyone else, thank you all for participating in today’s interview."

Except for the first seventeen, the expressions of the other four people were very bad, probably because Song Xuan and the expressions from beginning to end were too calm, even when they presented their shortcomings, they did not change at all. They were calm. Some young and energetic models were dissatisfied with the appearance of.

One of them couldn't help but said, "Can I know why the five of us left seventeen? As far as I know, he is the latest in the industry, only three months, and you just said that he lacks experience. When we walked off the stage, we made a big mistake. Why did we leave him alone and directly rule out the four of us."

Song Xuan and Wen Yan glanced at Seventeen, saw his nervous look, and asked, "Why do you think you stand out among the five?"

Seventeen stunned, and licked his lips nervously. "I like this dress. When I wear it, I feel that every detail is special to my heart. I, I think it's because of this..."

Song Xuan and her lips hooked, looking at the model just now, and said: "Seventeen lacks experience, but he knew about his clothes before putting on clothes, and loved the clothes he was wearing. On the runway, your first element is Show the clothes you wear, but you don’t even know how you want to show the clothes, how can you make the people in the audience like this dress? Of course, I didn’t choose him for this."

"What is that?" Seventeen asked expectantly, widening his eyes.

Song Xuanhe glanced at him, then turned around and said lightly: "The result has come out, everyone can leave."

When Song Xuanhe said that they didn't even understand the clothes, the other people withdrew the angry expressions on their faces. At this time, they heard him say these words, they stopped entangled and turned away.

When I walked out the door, he said: "I really thought I was a well-known designer, but I was still picky about us. There are so many new designers in the fashion anniversary year. There will be a splash in a few years. It will be September Fashion Week. After going and coming back, few people knew about them. From his eyes, he knew that his low success rate was scary. Teacher Lian Feng might have to be dragged down by him."

The speaker did not deliberately lower his voice, and the door that was closed in the future did not have the slightest blocking effect, and every word clearly passed into Song Xuanhe's ears.

Seventeen heard that he looked at Song Xuanhe in a daze, as if to make sure he was angry.

Noting Seventeen's gaze, Song Xuanhe turned his eyes to look, and just happened to bump into him. Seventeen was shocked and immediately took a step back, his face flushed instantly, red all the way to the base of his ears, and he dared not say a word.

Song Xuan and frowned, glanced at him from top to bottom.

Perhaps it was because the gaze was too obvious. Seventeen's originally red face cooled down a little bit, and then gradually whitened under Song Xuan and his wrinkled eyebrows, and his expression became anxious.

"What are you thinking?"

After a long time without getting along with adolescent children, Song Xuanhe really had a hard time guessing the thoughts that appeared in a seventeen-year-old child, and also began to think about whether he had been away from school for a long time, causing him to forget that it was not too long before him. Has there ever been a child like Seventeen who is prone to blushing, shy and frightened in his high school memory?

"I...I still want to ask you." Seventeen worriedly met Song Xuanhe's gaze. His eyes trembled before he settled. He squeezed and squeezed his mouth, and finally asked: "You choose mine. What is the reason?"

Song Xuanhe saw his expression and said, "Because you have this expression now."

Hearing this, Seventeen gave a startled "ah".

Song Xuanhe opened the door and said lightly: "You don't have to wait for the interview on the 15th. You will come to me for training tomorrow. You have to train your gait and expressions. When those people say that I have poor eyesight, you are not wrong. Are you willing, as long as you can meet my requirements, your soaring reputation will be so that they can swallow what they said in four months."

After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

Seventeen looked at Song Xuan and the distant back, and didn't know what he thought of. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. Until he disappeared from sight, he turned around and covered his mouth and laughed, with a pair of shining eyes. On the shy and handsome face, it is particularly eye-catching.

As soon as Song Xuanhe walked into the office, he was blocked by Zhou Nan who didn’t know when he came. He stopped Song Xuanhe and started to vomit, “Big brother, what are you doing with your phone turned off! Do you know if you know your dad and brother? Auntie and all my parents who know you and me are all calling me! I am all afternoon, do you know how I spent this afternoon! It is so hard to get Yu Yan out. Originally I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk and recombined by the way, but it was all ruined by the phone call to you. Maybe Yu Yan thought it was some of my old lovers who called me at this time. I can't explain how to explain it! "

"Talk about it, Song Er, talk about it." Zhou Nan took the juice from the assistant and drank, "Tell yourself, how sinful it is to disturb people in dating!"

Song Xuanhe put the documents in his hand on the table, bent down and picked up the phone on the sofa. Just as he was about to turn it on, Zhou Nan stopped him and said, "Don't blame brother, I don't remind you, let alone me. Even Linzi and a few people who often go out with us to have their phones blown up. They are all asking about Xiao Yuanmu. You might be swallowed by those people when you turn on the phone."

Zhou Nan's cell phone rang as soon as he finished talking. He glanced at the caller ID, handed it to Song Xuanhe, and gestured to him before answering the call.

"Eh, uncle, yes yes yes, I am Zhou Nan."

"Song Xuanhe, he is a good friend of mine, but I don't know where he is. I am friends and I am not a Siamese baby."

"I didn't play silly words. Really, I really don't know. I don't even know about Re Xiao Yuanmu. I can't find him. How can I ask him? Okay, as soon as I get first-hand news. Bulk messaging, ah no, it's a message to you, ok, goodbye uncle."

Hanging up the phone, Zhou Nan muted the phone, threw it aside and exhaled, and said: "Your bottle of Bordeaux must be given to me. Bring it to me tomorrow."

Song Xuanhe sneered and said, "Did you take a fancy to my wine this time you came here?"

"Of course not." Zhou Nan said: "There is compensation for disturbing my date."

Song Xuan and Sui glanced at him, Zhou Nan shook his head and sighed: "I guess you have to go home today. Today, your dad called my dad and asked me to find you quickly. I have been vague for a long time. Go back, you won’t be able to keep secrets about this studio."

"I know." Song Xuanhe's eyes stayed on the boot page, waiting for the main screen to be displayed. However, the phone, which has always been turned on quickly, did not enter the main screen for a long time. It took about half a minute to get better.

For the first time, Song Xuanhe saw the red bubbles on various social software, Zhou Nan craned his neck to see it, and couldn't help but laughed happily.

Song Xuanhe ignored him and simply clicked the social software to delete it directly. However, it was confirmed that the screen changed to a waiting call interface before uninstalling.

Song Xuanhe is very familiar with the number above. This is the host number of Song Zhai. Usually only Song Yansong will use this phone to call him.

"grandfather?"

Song Yansong paused when he heard the call. He glanced at Song Guochao and Song Jiabao's family who were close by, and then withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Where are you?"

"I'm in a friend's studio now, what's wrong?" Song Xuanhe asked knowingly.

"Your cell phone was turned off in the afternoon. The family members are very worried about you. I also want to ask you about Xiao Yuanmu's affairs. If your friend's studio has nothing to do, please come back for dinner."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe glanced at the time. It was already past seven o'clock. Normally the dinner time in Song's house is 6:15 in the afternoon. It seems that Xiao Yuanmu's company really thought of the uproar in Song's house.

"This is not only set off in the Song family." Zhou Nan said: "The whole circle, not just China, it should be said that the whole world is paying attention to this matter. The storm that your ex-boyfriend set off is considered a tornado according to the level."

Song Xuan and Sui glanced at him, "Are you sure it is Xiao Yuanmu?"

"Of course it is him. Who else is there besides him?" Zhou Nan said: "As long as you know him, you have guessed it. What do you plan to say at your home? It is unprecedented. Only he alone holds the new energy for research and development. The cake doesn’t talk about which family, it should be said that every country wants to have a bite. As an ex-boyfriend, you have an absolute advantage. To win this list for the Song family, you will have to sit if you don’t want to sit in that position."

Knowing that Zhou Nan was worried that he was also vaguely reminding him, Song Xuanhe patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry."

Zhou Nan took his shoulders and joked: "You tell me, how did you feel after you found out that your ex-boyfriend broke up as soon as he broke up with you?"

"Or, first tell me what it's like to chase the ex-boyfriend you dumped?" Song Xuanhe glanced at him diagonally, picked up the car key on the table, and walked outside.

"Pain and happy." Zhou Nan caught up with him and whistled: "What about you?"

Song Xuanhe: "I don't feel much."

"This is a shame." Zhou Nan arched his waist and said in a serious way: "Talk about it, maybe people will have to mention you, the ex-boyfriend who made him work hard, and everyone will laugh. You have no eyes, I can explain a sentence or two for you."

"How to explain?" Song Xuanhe couldn't help but curled his lips, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Is anyone else invited you to a magazine?"

"It's too much, Song Er!" Zhou Nan scolded with a smile, with a serious expression on his face: "Speaking, I urgently need to know how my ex-boyfriend feels about my ex-boyfriend. I can't attack Yu Yan for a long time, and I always feel separated. I haven't known him for so long, so I can give my brother some experience so that he can have a good relationship."

Song Xuan paused in his footsteps and said lightly: "If you don't really like them, don't hire them."

"Fucking——you Song Er said this?"

Zhou Nan's eyes widened in surprise for a long time without responding, until he drove past and sprayed his exhaust gas before regaining his senses, he chuckled: "The sun has come out from the west, right? What kind of fairy is Xiao Yuanmu, don't It’s not that I found out that I love you after breaking up."

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