Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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yAt the entrance of the penthouse in the downtown garden, Xiao Yuanmu stared at the graceful and elegant woman in two-step outerwear with plain eyes, and his tone was calm and alienated: "Are you looking for me?"

Mrs. Xiao squeezed the handbag tightly, and the well-maintained white fingertips pressed slightly, and the buckle with fine diamonds inlaid on the edge of the handbag was slightly whitened. The graceful posture in normal days is not visible, only the eye sockets are slightly red.

The "busy" of the eldest son who was lost and recovered for so long has already let her know his attitude towards the Xiao family and her and his father. He is not close to them, and he doesn't like them very much, and even wary of them.

This recognition made Mrs. Xiao sad until midnight when she woke up crying, but the eldest son who hadn't seen her for more than 20 years was within her reach. No matter how many times she ate, she couldn't stop herself from trying to get closer to him.

Mrs. Xiao carefully looked at Xiao Yuanmu's eyebrows, which looked like his young brother who had died prematurely. The first time she saw Xiao Yuanmu, she knew that this was definitely his son. In this world, there is nothing but her eldest son. There may be someone who looks so much like her brother who has been dead for many years.

Facing Madam Xiao’s almost scorching gaze, Xiao Yuanmu had a calm expression, only a trace of impatience crossed the depths of his eyes, and his Adam’s apple moved, before he spoke again: "Mrs. Xiao, what are you looking for?"

Mrs. Xiao was pulled back to her thoughts by his voice. She squeezed the fingertips of her handbag because she was nervous because of the claim, but she still smiled and said, "Yuan Mu, I am your mother, you don’t need to Call me so strange."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded, but didn't change his words. He just said the third time: "May I ask you what's the matter?"

"I heard that you usually don't eat breakfast in the morning." Madam Xiao bent her knees slightly, lifted the bamboo basket that was just aside, and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu, saying: "You are so busy at work every day, if you don't eat breakfast. It's easy for the body to take it, so my mother made something for you."

Xiao Yuanmu's gaze followed her voice and fell on the beautifully woven bamboo basket, and then moved back to her face. Seeing her expression of expectation, he raised his hand and took the bamboo basket in her hand: "Thank you."

Seeing him take it, Mrs. Xiao was overjoyed, the smile on her face relaxed a little, and the words that followed were smooth and natural: "The porridge inside may need to be warmed up. Mom will go in and help you warm up. You take a shower. You can eat it, how about it?"

"No need." Xiao Yuanmu refused quietly: "I still have something to deal with in the morning. Just eat a little bit."

"How can this be?" Madam Xiao's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly: "Cold food is bad for the stomach."

"It's okay, Mrs. Xiao." Louis, who was swept by Xiao Yuanmu's gaze several times, shook his erect hair, and stepped forward and smiled: "We young people like to eat cold things, since the things have been delivered. , Do you want me to send you down."

Madam Xiao glanced at Louis who had brought her, and then at Xiao Yuanmu, whose expression had never fluctuated, hoping that he could say something.

"Louis." Under Madam Xiao's sight, Xiao Yuanmu finally said, "Send Madam Xiao down."

Louis quickly nodded. Because of his father’s relationship with the Xiao family, he had to refuse Madam Xiao’s request and brought Madam Xiao to the door of Xiao Yuanmu’s house. He was very nervous when he saw Xiao Yuanmu’s seemingly calm, but he was already about to come. Louis was deeply disturbed by his look, and he just wanted to take Madam Xiao away immediately, hoping that Xiao Yuanmu would be merciful when he was troubled by him.

"Mrs. Xiao, please here." Louis pressed the elevator, and the gentleman bowed and raised his hand to block the elevator door, smiling.

Madam Xiao nodded her head gracefully and smiled slightly at Xiao Yuanmu: "Then mother will come to see you tomorrow."

"No trouble." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Louis and said, "I will make breakfast by myself."

Madam Xiao paused with her handbag, and smiled stiffly: "Since this is the case, then mother next time..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a ringing tone.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a little joy in her eyes. She hadn't finished her words. If Xiao Yuanmu wanted to answer the phone at this time, she could stay here for a while longer.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't pay attention to Madam Xiao's expression, and when he heard the familiar bell ringing, his attention was completely drawn away by the sound in the living room.

"Hurry up and answer the phone." Madam Xiao smiled understandingly: "Mom is waiting for you here."

Xiao Yuanmu paused when he lifted his leg, quickly walked to the sofa and picked up the phone. Seeing a smile flashed across his eyes from the familiar remarks, he picked up and whispered to the other side: "Wait."

Then he turned around and walked a few steps to the door, saying: "I have very important things to deal with now, you..."

"It's okay. Mom has nothing else to do. Mom will tell you when you finish talking."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at Louis. Louis actually wanted to hear Xiao Yuanmu call. Since the last time he learned about Xiao Yuanmu’s lover in Yang Jie’s mouth, he has been very curious about him. By the time Xiao Yuanmu looked a little bit more excited than before, he knew that the person calling must be his legendary lover, but the enthusiasm for gossip couldn't compare to Xiao Yuanmu's horror.

He raised his eyebrows somewhat regrettably, then looked at Madam Xiao with a smile: "Mrs. Xiao, I..."

"You don't need to send me." Madam Xiao glanced nervously at the back of Xiao Yuanmu who had already gone in, struggling between politely leaving and rude staying, and finally the temptation to stay with her son for a while overcame reason. She smiled gently and gracefully: "It's fine for me to stay here and wait for him. Louis, if you have anything to do, you can leave first."

"No, no, it's my honor to serve you." If Mrs. Xiao is left alone in front of Xiao Yuanmu's door, Xiao Yuanmu might skin him after making a call. Louis smiled bitterly: "I and Wait for him together."

Mrs. Xiao smiled a lot sincerely, "Thank you."

After Xiao Yuanmu threw Madam Xiao to Louis for handling, he entered the room, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking at the garden river downstairs, listening to the shallow breathing over there, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

"Now you can say, why would you call me at this time?"

It should be eight o'clock in the evening in the imperial capital. Song Xuanhe rarely contacted him at this time, so Xiao Yuanmu was very surprised when he received this call.

Song Xuanhe felt a little irritable when he heard Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice. He glanced at Song Jiabao and others, then looked away and said, "I have something to tell you."

Xiao Yuanmu relaxedly leaned against the transparent glass, his eyes soft: "What's the matter?"

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth moved, and after seeing the pleading look of Song Jiabao's family, he closed his mouth and said, "Are you busy lately?"

"It's not busy." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at his watch and the neat stack of documents on the desk, and said without changing his face: "It's been very easy these two days, you can rest for a while."

Song Xuanhe was thinking about things in his heart, but didn't pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's tone. Hearing the words, he gave a faint hum, glanced at Song Jiabao who was pale, and turned and walked upstairs.

"What's the matter with that interview."

Song Xuanhe asked as he walked. The Song family stretched their heads and wanted to listen to the content of the call. However, Song Xuanhe had long legs and fast feet. He could cross four or five steps in one step. After a while, he disappeared. Can hear the door closing.

Xiao Yuanmu: "Which interview?"

Song Xuan and closed the door, found a place to sit down and asked ""How many interviews did you participate in?""

Xiao Yuanmu turned around and walked to the central bed: "One."

Song Xuan raised his foot on the coffee table: "Then which one do you say?"

"Then which part of the interview do you want to ask?"

Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bed and sat down, turned on the hands-free and placed the phone beside him. He changed his home clothes and put on a shirt. His knuckles fiddled with the cufflinks, his tone a little casual.

Song Xuanhe heard the rustling movement and Xiao Yuanmu's voice that was noticeably farther away. He paused and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "Change clothes."

Song Xuan and the legs on the coffee table were put down, and after lifting the legs of the coffee table, they lifted up and stepped on the edge of the coffee table, pushing the coffee table farther away with a little force, and then asked him: "You and I called Time to change clothes?"

Xiao Yuanmu's voice is light: "Louis is waiting for me outside the door. I can't see him in home clothes."

Song Xuan and Yang Mei did not pursue them, and turned back to the topic: "What does your interview mean? We have broken up. Why do you say that I am still with you."

Xiao Yuanmu paused while buttoning his cufflinks, and said quietly: "You said that we each insisted on our own understanding of this relationship. You think we broke up, I think not, I only said what I think. If you disagree with what I said, you can also post your thoughts on the public platform."

Song Xuanhe slowly pushed the legs of the coffee table for a while, his expression was blank for a few seconds, and then his cheeks twitched: "I said I didn't break up with you, who would believe it?"

Hearing Song Xuanhe's angry voice, Xiao Yuanmu hooked his lips and locked his cuffs, because the end of the smile was slightly muted: "This is your business."

Song Xuanhe was a little shocked by Xiao Yuanmu's shamelessness, so that he couldn't speak for a long time. He felt that his brain was kicked by a donkey just now because of the little possibility in Xiao Yuanmu's tone. There was no surprise at all and he gave up the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of Song Jiabao's family.

Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu was already very tired at the time, and didn't want to take these things to make him unhappy all morning.

Song Xuanhe pushed the coffee table away with one foot and dropped his legs on the ground. For some reason, Xiao Yuanmu's smiling voice reminded him of his slightly curved eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was full of smiles, just a little bit earlier. His unhappy dissipated at any time. He didn't like being affected by Xiao Yuanmu, so he pursed his mouth, lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter with the invitation."

The smile in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes paused slightly, and his jaw tightened a little: "The Xiao family sent you this?"

Song Xuan and Wei froze: "Don't you know?"