Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Even though he knew that Zhou Rong would come to him, Song Xuanhe didn't expect Zhou Rong to come so soon. Song Jiani asked him to be careful of Zhou Rong yesterday. Zhou Rong called him early this morning.

When the phone's ringing rang, Song Xuanhe seemed like a memo that could not see the caller ID, with a lazy voice that just woke up: "Who?"

The person on the other side of the phone paused before smiling and said, "Brother, I have been out for half a year. Why can't I even have the qualification for caller ID?"

Song Xuan was impatient with his voice: "Report your name."

The hearty voice on the other side fell a little, but still smiled: "It's me, Zhou Rong."

Song Xuanhe rubbed the corners of his eyes that were flooded from yawning with no expression, and said in a light tone: "Zhou Rong?"

"Yeah." Zhou Rong's laughter came, and then faintly lowered: "After staying outside for a while, I came back and found that there were too many changes, and Chaoer also...I wanted to find someone familiar with me after I came back. I can’t find it. I can only find you for a drink. If you are free at night, come out for a drink together."

"Okay." Song Xuanhe promised refreshedly, but there was no expression on his face: "You decide the place and tell me the time."

"Brother enough." Zhou Rong laughed heartily: "I am the only brother left in this imperial capital. Let's not get drunk at night."

Song Xuanhe: "Remember to post the address on my mobile phone."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe yawned again, and then went downstairs with a look of sleepiness, looked around in the kitchen, and found that there was nothing in the kitchen refrigerator except for fruits and a few bottles of drinks. Those drinks were the same as before. He bought it when Yuanmu was there. Song Xuanhe casually glanced at it, took an apple, washed it, took a bite, and sat at the table slowly.

After a few minutes, his head became a little clearer, but before he figured out what he would do with Zhou Rong, Xiao Yuanmu was sitting on the opposite side and eating slowly.

The way Xiao Yuanmu eats matches his personality very well. He is slow and has no expression. Song Xuanhe never sees on his face whether what he swallows is delicious or not. He eats like chopsticks. There are measuring scales on it, only so many clamps each time, never more or less clamps.

At that time, Song Xuan and dinner would occasionally be distracted to think about it. I heard that many chefs don’t like to eat their own dishes because they feel full during the cooking process. Does Xiao Yuanmu belong to this? Kind of, otherwise, how come I never saw him eat more chopsticks dishes, and after eating, I still like to watch him eat, as if as a chef, just watching others eat is satisfied.

But Song Xuanhe didn't believe it. After all, in his cognition, Xiao Yuanmu should not be a person who would get a sense of accomplishment through the satisfaction of others.

At that time, he was very curious that the protagonist in the book has become a real human being in reality. Will it be any different from the book? Curiosity made him gradually and consciously begin to observe Xiao Yuanmu’s every move. The posture during the meal was such that he usually read and worked. When he looked at it, he unconsciously discovered many small habits that were difficult for others to detect.

For example, he hates fish very much, and he dislikes handling fish very much. Every time he cooks fish, the distance between his body and the cooking table is about three centimeters behind when he prepares the dishes. He never eats fish that he makes, but he likes eating vegetables He likes any greens, even bitter gourd can make him eat with relish, two bites more than the meal he eats when he eats meat.

For example, when he reads a book, he habitually rubs the pages of the book with one hand. The slower the movement, the more serious he reads the book.

For example, his eyes will brighten when he is happy, and it really seems to be filled with stars. Even if he doesn't smile, Song Xuanhe can know that he is happy now.

For example, he is inexplicably disliked by small animals, but he loves small animals very much. The little milk dog that was picked up at the entrance of the orphanage has now followed him to the United States.

For example, when he is upset, his jaw tightens a bit, his Adam’s apple slides slightly when he is angry, he likes to tap things with his fingers when he is impatient, and he especially dislikes dealing with people when he is sad, and... I was so uncomfortable that I was sweating, and I would not leak the slightest in front of outsiders.

Song Xuanhe suddenly realized that he already knew Xiao Yuanmu so well after Xiao Yuanmu left.

[You will really see Zhou Rong later!] The system’s voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Xuanhe’s thoughts: [In fact, you don’t have to follow the original storyline for this scenario, you can avoid this one and find another time to be ready to ask him out. , As long as you meet each other, this plot can be considered complete.

Song Xuan ate half of the apple and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This is the first time I have heard you tell me not to follow the plot."

[You are my host, of course I have to consider your safety.The system says: Besides, your task will be completed soon, there is no need to take this risk.

"Zhou Rong always thought about me. I would risk it if I didn't go." Song Xuan and a few bites finished eating the apples and threw them into the trash can. "And I also want to live freely in the last part of the world. He doesn't handle it well, how can I rest assured."

The system is still a little worried after hearing this, saying: [Since your main mission is finished, my main consciousness will always enter the sleep mode, I am afraid that I will not have time to save you.

"Don't worry." Song Xuanhe smiled, "I will be fine."

*

It is the end of June and July is about to enter. There are fewer pedestrians on the street, and there are already little girls who are not afraid of the cold wearing shorts and skirts.

Song Xuanhe walked slowly on the street, and after seeing the person waving at him at the corner, he paused, and then waved perfunctorily.

"How do you look like you don't welcome me?" Guan Zhi hugged his chest and said, "Don't forget that you said you wanted to take me to eat. I finally came to China during school vacation. Do you still want to break your promise?"

"If I break my promise, I will come out?"

Song Xuanhe had already planned to go to the studio and went to Zhou Rong’s appointment. However, he received a call from Guan Zhi as soon as he went out. He originally heard that he came to China and wanted him to accompany him to the alley. When I was looking for food, I wanted to hang up directly, but I don't know where Guan Zhi knew about his studio opening, so he directly said that he was waiting for him at the entrance of the studio.

In order not to expose the studio in Song's house before the start of the fashion week, Song Xuanhe could only reluctantly agree.

"Then what's your expression?" Guan Zhi coldly snorted, "If you don't want to be with me, there are many people who accompany me, don't you think you must be your master?"

Song Xuanhe raised his hand and rubbed his head, leading him forward: "Let's go, little dwarf."

Guan Zhi froze for a moment, then jumped up in anger and blasted Song Xuanhe's head. However, he seemed to have eyes growing behind him, saying: "That old grandma's stuff is made fresh, and people are old and lack energy. , It’s gone when I’m late, don’t hurry up to keep up."

"Who do you think is short?" Guan Zhi strode to catch up with Song Xuanhe: "I am still growing taller now. I don't need next year. I will be taller than you in a few months."

Song Xuanhe bent his eyes: "Well, I'm still growing at the age of nineteen. I'm growing so fast."

Guan Zhi stepped, and pounced on to beat him.

Song Xuanhe grabbed his fist and smiled faintly: "The old lady's stall is in front. There are only a few bowls of bean curd on her table. You will be too late before you go."

Guan Zhi followed and saw that there were still a few people in the line. He threw away Song Xuanhe and walked quickly to the back to line up.

Song Xuanhe was right. The old lady's boiled bean curd is freshly made, and the seasoning and the salty and sweet codewords on it are also provided in quantity. When they passed by, there were only four bowls left on it, and Guan Zhi happened to be in front of it. With only three people in line, he can buy the last bowl.

However, when he arrived, the kind-eyed old man said: "Young man, the bean curd is gone today. Come tomorrow. Grandma will save you a bowl tomorrow."

Guan Zhi sniffed the mellow soy milk scent, staring at the bean curd that was left on the table that night, and said, "Grandma, there is still a bowl there."

"I kept that bowl for my old man." The old man smiled and said, "I have to keep him the last bowl of every day. This is your first time here. Regular customers know this rule."

Guan Zhi turned to look at Song Xuanhe, and Song Xuanhe shrugged, "I don't know."

"Okay." Guan Zhi turned around disappointedly: "Thank you, I will come back tomorrow."

The old man shouted to them with a smile, handed them two cups of soy milk, and smiled: "Drink a cup of soy milk. Grandma will save you a bowl tomorrow."

Guan Zhi took it, and thanked him, the feeling of disappointment on his face was a little bit less. After a sip of soy milk, he was happy again when he found that the soy milk was rich and mellow.

Song Xuanhe sneered when he saw that he had become faster than the sky, and secretly said that he was still a child, then looked at his watch and said: "The agreement to take you to eat Douhua has been fulfilled. I have something to do, so I will leave."

"No." Guan Zhi pulled him, saw Song Xuan and turned his head, the corners of his mouth moved. After dozens of seconds, he suffocated a sentence: "I haven't eaten bean curd, so it doesn't count. You are off work every day during this period of time. Just accompany me to dinner and I will even fulfill your agreement."

Song Xuan and Bai him gave him a glance, and then shook his hand away: "You know the place, it's the same if you come by yourself tomorrow."

"Of course it's not the same." Guan Zhi followed him step by step: "Besides Douhua, there are others. You have to take me to eat everything you said before."

Song Xuan paused in his footsteps and turned to look at him, with a look in his eyes: "You entangled me so much, wouldn't you have a crush on me?"

Guan Zhi stagnated, then his cheeks burst red, his head almost bursting with heat, he raised his voice and said, "How could I have a crush on you!"

Song Xuanhe curled his lips and nodded: "Then don't follow me, or I will be your crush on me."

Seeing Song Xuanhe crawling into the crowd, Guan Zhi gritted his teeth, his expression changed, and finally followed his footsteps.