Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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"What's the matter? Mr. Xiao, as long as you say, I absolutely listen to your instructions." Song Guohua didn't expect to be able to get on Xiao Yuanmu's boat so easily, his face trembled with excitement, and he spoke with some tremors.

Xiao Yuanmu looked in the distance, looking at the congested traffic, his eyes were light, and he did not speak for a while.

There was no sound on the other side of the phone, Song Guohua didn't dare to urge, and waited carefully.

The office door was knocked, Xiao Yuanmu retracted his gaze, did not hang up the phone, and said directly.

Yang Jie pushed the door and walked in. Seeing Xiao Yuanmu holding the phone in his hand, there was a trace in his eyes, and said, "It's only ten and a half minutes, Brother Xiao, would you like something to eat? People postpone the meeting."

"No." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "The meeting continues on time."

Yang Jie nodded and looked at the phone in Xiao Yuanmu's hand with some hesitation. Just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket rang. After taking out the phone, Yang Jie was taken aback at the time, and then he wanted to say something again. Stop looking at Xiao Yuanmu.

Noting Yang Jie's sight, Xiao Yuanmu thought there was something important, so he hung up the phone and said, "What's wrong?"

"Phone..." Yang Jie raised the phone, and the screen faced Xiao Yuanmu's direction: "Song Shao is calling."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, he turned his face to look out the window, and said quietly: "Connect."

Yang Jie paused for a few seconds, turned on the speakerphone, and connected the phone.

"Hey, Song Shao."

Song Xuanhe, who had just been rescued from Song Xuanlin by Li Nian'an, was in a very good mood, and his tone was a bit cheerful: "Yang Jie, where are you now?"

"I'm in Xiao..." Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression and said, "I'm in the small conference room, sorting out the materials for the meeting."

"Do you know where Xiao Yuanmu is?"

Yang Jie went to see Xiao Yuanmu's expression again, and saw that he didn't look at him, and said truthfully: "Manager Xiao is in the office."

"He is very busy?"

Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, and Yang Jie said: "Very busy, Mr. Xiao worked overtime in the company last night and did not go back. He convened a meeting with the company's shareholders early in the morning and took five hours before taking a break..."

"That's it." Song Xuan sighed and lied without blinking: "No wonder I couldn't get through when I called him. He might be too tired to fall asleep in the office."

Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu took two steps closer and motioned for Yang Jie to continue.

"Mr. Xiao shouldn't be asleep, or should I help you find him?" Yang Jie didn't know what to say, just wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

"No need." Song Xuanhe lay down on the bed and exhaled comfortably: "You congratulate him on my behalf. It's the matter of your company's ranking. I'm going to rest and hang up first."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to take the phone, and the call there was hung up a second before.

Facing Xiao Yuanmu's cold eyes, Yang Jie handed the phone over and said, "Mr. Xiao, you can call me back."

Xiao Yuanmu moved his finger, and finally inserted it into his pocket, and said lightly: "No, go and notify the departments to continue the meeting."

Early the next morning, Song Xuan and went downstairs to discover that Song Jiabao's family had not left.

"Xianghe."

Song Guohua greeted Song Xuanhe and said with a smile: "Uncle called Mr. Xiao yesterday, and he has agreed to cooperate with me, but you still have to help this matter. We are a family. Do you still have to help Uncle if you are a little busy?"

For months of long-term lack of sleep, only 8 hours of sleep last night, but one night can not make up for the lack of previous, so even if he is woken up by the alarm clock, Song Xuanhe is still a little sleepy, if today is not the weekend If he had to go to the studio, he would definitely sleep in Song's class for a day.

At this time Song Guohua greeted him, and what he said in his ear went in and out of Song Xuanhe's left ear and out of his right ear. He didn't care at all, and he didn't mean to answer.

Seeing Song Xuanhe's cold expression, the smile on Song Guohua's face paused, and he continued: "This is because I didn't sleep well yesterday? You young people should stay up late, or you will be sick when you are old.

Song Xuan and Yan nodded perfunctorily and sat down in their place.

Seeing him lazily, Song Xuanlin poured him a glass of freshly squeezed juice and said, "Drink some."

Song Xuanhe took a few sips, and the iced juice was chilly, which immediately made him sober.

"Xuanhe, the thing that Uncle told you just now...?"

Song Xuan frowned, his mind half sober, and the anger of getting up followed: "If you and Xiao Yuanmu cooperate, it's your business. What's my business?"

"Xuan is wrong to say that to you." Song Guohua's wife said: "We are all a family. It is only natural that you will help your uncle."

Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge casually, took a sip and put down the spoon, and said lightly: "I said a long time ago that I have nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu, but based on my understanding of him, Song Jiabao didn't offend Xiao Yuanmu. I was surprised that he could easily let go of cooperation with his uncle for one and a half years."

"That's why you are required to thread the needle." Song Guohua said: "Uncle's company and the Song family are also cooperative. Uncle's company is set up, and it will be good for the Song family. Besides, it was a misunderstanding before. This misunderstanding should be solved. It's okay if it's done."

Song Xuan and Wen Yan sneered, and pointed at Song Jiabao over there with their chins up, and said with a smile: "If you ask him how many times he has offended Xiao Yuanmu, can it be solved by a single misunderstanding."

Song Guohua looked at Song Jiabao. Although Song Jiabao was a bit horrified by Song Xuanhe, there were too many people here. He believed that Song Xuanhe did not dare to beat him, and his voice became more confident: "My previous affairs with Xiao Yuanmu were small It's silly, since you were a pair before, there is nothing to explain.

"Look, Jiabao said it was just a small mess, presumably Mr. Xiao wouldn't care too much." Song Guohua smiled and said: "Why don't you just help?"

Song Yansong and Song Guochao went downstairs one after another. Song Guochao happened to hear these words and said, "Your uncle is an elder. Are you unwilling to ask you to help me a little bit?"

Song Xuanhe had no appetite for breakfast. He put down the fork in his hand, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

When Song Guohua saw the above remarks, his expression was nervous: "Xuanhe, what are you doing?"

"I'll help you ask if he cares." Song Xuan and his fingers turned on the hands-free, and in a long waiting machine voice, said lightly, "Uncle and father want me to ask my ex-boyfriend. In the previous feast with my cousin, if you didn't help, you didn't respect your elders and didn't love your family. Of course I have to help you ask."

As soon as Song Guohua heard that he wanted to say something, the phone there was connected.

"Something?"

When hearing this cold voice, which was obviously not like receiving a call from a lover, but rather impatient, most of the people present changed their expressions slightly, and Song Guohua was the worst.

"Yes." Song Xuanhe scanned the expressions of these people with interest, and said with a smile: "I called you to ask you something."

After waiting for a day, Song Xuan and Xiao Yuanmu on the phone paused again. Their voice was calm and cold: "Say."

"Do you remember that I have a cousin named Song Jiabao?"

Hearing Song Xuan and the phone call for so long, it turned out to be someone else's business, Xiao Yuanmu's voice was even cooler: "Remember, what's wrong?"

"He wants to apologize to you." Song Xuan and Song Jiabao, who glanced at the strained expression, said: "I hope you can forgive him regardless of the prejudices, and it is best to agree to cooperate with his family, how about? Do you want to forgive him and cooperate? ?"

Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and did not speak. The noise on the phone was a little heavy, and occasionally there was a slight crisp sound from the collision of cups and plates. Without asking, she knew that Song Xuanhe had activated the handsfree at this time.

And now the domestic time is around 8:00 in the morning. Yesterday Song Guohua was able to call him because he must have seen Song Xuanhe. At that time, Song Guohua would meet with Song Xuanhe and had no other choice besides Song Zhai, so at this time Song Xuanhe It was at the table of the Song family, and it is very likely that the Song Jiabao family has not left yet. Song Xuanhe's call is their reason.

Xiao Yuanmu lowered his lips coldly. If there were no such people as Song Jiabao, perhaps Song Xuanhe would never have thought of contacting him.

In less than half a second, Xiao Yuanmu guessed the situation of Song Xuanhe and Song Xuanhe himself.

However, Song Xuanhe didn't know, waiting for Xiao Yuanmu's answer with a calm expression.

"What capacity do you use to help them ask me?"

Noting Song Guohua's gaze, Song Xuanhe hooked his lips to him, and then said: "As the Song family, my uncle's nephew, my cousin's younger brother."

"Re has confirmed the intention of cooperation with Hagrid and has determined that it will not cooperate with other refrigeration appliances."

Song Guohua was disappointed and withdrew his gaze to Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what about the misunderstanding between you and my cousin? Can you forgive him now?"

"I didn't misunderstand him."

Xiao Yuanmu knew about Song Xuan's relationship with Song Jiabao's family, and knew that he actually wanted to hear him reject Song Guohua personally when he made this call, but even if he knew and was angry about it, he found that he couldn't make peace with Song Xuan. The will is reversed.

"Okay." Song Xuanhe understood Xiao Yuanmu's implication, but the Song Jiabao family, who seemed relieved, obviously did not understand, but he wouldn't kindly remind him, "It's okay, I'm hanging up."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes dimmed, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Song Xuanhe was just about to hang up, when he suddenly thought of something, he said to the other side: "Right, congratulations on your new energy research and development success."

In a short sentence, the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's squeezed mouth twitched. Just as he hummed softly, Song Xuan and Jianli hung up the phone, and then the corners of his mouth flattened again.

"Cousin has nothing else to do, right?" Song Xuanhe got up and said, "I have something to do. Let's go out first."

After a few steps, Song Xuan paused in his footsteps and turned to look at Song Jiabao, with a nasty smile in his eyes: "By the way, cousin, I forgot to tell you, Xiao Yuanmu knows about Boss Sun. "

Song Jiabao cut Bacon's knife, his face instantly changed, turning his head to look in the direction of Song Xuanhe, but at this time Song Xuanhe left the area where he could see the restaurant.

When Song Xuanhe arrived at the studio, Seventeen had been waiting early. He stood a little awkwardly, watching the designers come and go busy with his own affairs. Seeing Song Xuanhe walk in, he was like Seeing the nestlings of their parents, they looked reliant and excited.

"Ms. Song!"

Song Xuanhe had planned to bypass his steps to enter the studio for a while, then turned his head to meet a pair of shiny eyes.

"Teacher Song, you are here. I have already told my agent about training with you during this period, and he agreed."

Song Xuanhe nodded and said, "You come in with me."

Seventeen step by step followed Song Xuanhe into his studio.

After closing the door, Song Xuanhe hugged his chest to look at him: "Are you nervous about strangers?"

Seventeen stunned, licked his lips nervously, lowered his eyes and said: "I would do this in a strange environment."

"I'm afraid I can't adapt to an unfamiliar environment and still be a model?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, his tone was not gentle at all: "Your agent hasn't told you that your character can't be mixed in this circle?"

Seventeen pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Seeing him with immature cheeks and silent and guilty appearance, Song Xuanhe had the illusion that he was bullying a child, but thinking of the age of seventeen, he was indeed a child.

However, Song Ershao, who has never been ashamed of bullying children, is still sharp: "If you are afraid of others, it means that you are not suitable for this circle. You are now in the second year of high school. Going back to school may be more suitable for you."

"I like to be a model." Seventeen suddenly raised her head and looked away from Song Xuanhe's eyes, "I will try to adjust my tension..."

Song Xuanhe sat down on the sofa, looked up at him, and said indifferently: "You are so nervous facing me, I can hardly believe that you won't be out of trouble because of temporary stage fright when you come to the runway."

"I won't!" Seventeen looked at Song Xuanhe, with a small but firm voice: "As long as I'm on stage, I won't be nervous anymore."

"So I want to keep you, and gamble on whether you were nervous the moment before you took the stage?" Song Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you are worth my first show?"

"But you said yesterday that I can." Seventeen frowned: "You chose me out of five people. Doesn't it prove that I can?"

"No, the tall ones are among the short ones." Song Xuanhe looked indifferently: "But today I found that you don't seem to be worthy of me picking out."

"I am worth it." Seventeen stepped forward, stopped under Song Xuanhe's sight, and said every word: "I am definitely worth it."

Song Xuanhe: "Keep this momentum and remember the current feeling. If I see you again tomorrow morning standing in front of the studio with a miniature face, you won't use it the day after tomorrow."

Seventeen stunned and said: "Then I am now..."

"You can go now." Song Xuanhe got up, opened the door and said, "At the same time tomorrow morning, the last chance."

Seventeen did not move, he dared not change his expression, his jaw was a little tight with tension, "I don't know what expression I am now, I don't know how to find this feeling again."

"It's not what it looks like now." Song Xuanhe grabbed his wrist and dragged him out the door: "Can you find it is none of my business."

Without hesitation, he shut Seventeen outside the door, and Song Xuanhe turned around and went to work.

I don't know how long it took until Fengtong knocked on the door and Song Xuanhe got out of work.

"An interview model will come this afternoon." Feng Tong walked in, closed the door and said: "He has a lot of experience before, and he has walked through an international luxury brand show. I saw his show once. It was very impressive. Reiki."

Song Xuanhe was a little interested: "Why does he come to me for an interview?"

"After that show, he disappeared for three months, and even his agent could not contact him." Feng Tong said: "Because the breach of contract offended the editor of a domestic magazine, he should be able to get a second-line internal seal after returning to China. But because of that, there is basically no brand business magazine asking him, so I can only come here to try his luck."

Song Xuanhe said directly: "I have no good feelings for people without the spirit of contract."

Feng Tong smiled and sat down next to him: "I know, but I have a relationship with him. I don't think he is that kind of person, and I think he matches your costume very well, so I want to give him A chance, anyway, you haven’t found a model for the time being, so it’s okay to ask him to come over and try."

"When will he come?"

Hearing Song Xuanhe's question, Fengtong knew that he had agreed, so he smiled and said, "Actually, he has already arrived, but it is our lunch break, so he has been waiting outside and didn't come in."

Song Xuan nodded slowly, and did not say to let people come in, but said: "In this case, wait until the time you have agreed with him for an interview."

Fengtong knows what Song Xuanhe is thinking. He just said that just to come up with a model with good senses. But after all, he and Song Xuanhe are collaborators. No matter how much, he won't help him. , Can only depend on his own ability.

After the two had eaten, they discussed the layout of the show. The venue had already been decided, but it was an old church. At that time, both the viewing seats and the surrounding scene layout needed to be carefully considered.

In addition to the layout of the show, they also discussed the backstage, makeup artist, lighting, etc. at that time. A discussion lasts for two hours, but there is still nothing to discuss the final result. These trivial things have to be personally involved. This is why Song Xuanhe and Fengtong are so busy.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of Song Xuan and his studio. Feng Tong glanced at the time and stood up and said, "It just happened to be after the lunch break. It should be an appointment for an interview."

Song Xuanhe got up with him. He still had a lot to do in the afternoon. It is better to make a quick decision for the interview.

"You go directly to the fitting room." After leaving Song Xuanhe's studio together, Feng Tong turned to him and said, "I'll call him over."

Song Xuanhe had no objection, turned around and went to the fitting room, sat down where he sat yesterday, waiting for the model Fengtong said.

Two minutes later, the door of the fitting room was knocked.

"In."

The craft door with gray glass and black wrought iron frame was pushed open, and a tall and indifferent man came in.

Seeing the visitor, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is that you?"

"Song Shao?"

After the visitor's footsteps, a crease on the eyebrows seems to be born with it, with a coldness and hostility that refuses to be thousands of miles away.

Song Xuanhe looked at the people up and down, with an interesting smile on his mouth, got up and walked in front of him, and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see."

The visitor hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand with his jaw tight.

Song Xuanhe shook his hand before releasing it, and withdrew his hand, "I didn't expect that the interviewer was you, Yu Tuan, I thought we would never meet again."

Yu Tuan said lightly: "I thought too."

"Okay." Song Xuan and raised his eyebrows, walking to the place where they were just sitting, and walking as they walked: "The fitting room is over there, and the clothes are in it. Why don't I teach you how to do it after you wear it?"

"No." Yu Tuan handed the kraft paper bag in his hand to Song Xuanhe, turned around and went into the fitting room.

Song Xuanhe was a little curious about what happened, which made the boy who looked a little unruly but loyal and decisive to become this cold and world-weary appearance, but I have to say that Yu Tuan’s current temperament is indeed very suitable for his design. clothes.

Yu Tuan changed his clothes quickly, and soon opened the curtain of the fitting room and walked out.

He did not wear shoes, walked barefoot on the catwalk floor, dressed in a long white linen trench coat, the clothes seemed to be tailored for him, every cut was just right, and the hem of the calf followed his The pace swings smoothly, and the ancient totem embroidery of the same color on the neckline is looming in the light above the fitting room.

This is a long windbreaker that seems to be a casual style, but the person wearing it is always cold, with a crease between the brows venting a little bit of hostility. The clothes on the model and the temperament of the model are like pure white and pure black. The collision makes people unable to move their eyes.

Yu Tuan was the first person Song Xuan and the first person to see who could interpret his suit, and the design of this suit was not yet fully completed. He could almost imagine that when Yu Tuan was walking on the runway in ready-made clothes When, how dazzling.

"On the shelf over there, from left to right." Song Xuanhe pointed to the sample clothespin at his hand, and said, "Try one by one."

Yu Tuan was a little surprised, but didn't say much. According to Song Xuanhe's instructions, he took the clothes and started one fitting show after another.

After Yu Tuan took turns to walk through these clothes, Song Xuanhe has already determined that Yu Tuan is indeed the most suitable candidate for his designs. Although it does not fully interpret the feeling he wants, it is already 70%. Song Xuanhe never thought about the result before.

So after the last dress was tried on, he said directly: "Sign the contract today and I will fly to China in September. Are you okay?"

Yu Tuan was silent for a moment before saying: "You should know about my breach of contract before."

Song Xuanhe: "So?"

Yu Tuan: "Do you still believe me?"

"I believe it." Song Xuanhe curled his lips in a casual tone, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes: "You dare not agree with me, do you?"

The corner of Yu Tuan's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said indifferently: "I won't break the contract, don't worry, and I can't afford the liquidated damages of the Song's heir."

Song Xuanhe smiled carelessly and called someone to prepare the contract. While waiting for the contract, he suddenly remembered the boy who was protected by Yu Tuan and said, "By the way, where did the model who had a good relationship with you go? Up?"