Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Hearing these three words, Song Xuanhe knew that Xiao Yuanmu was just joking, but the shock that had just been too shocked had already taken his doze away.

Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu opposite with a cold expression. Without a trace of hesitation, he raised his hand to hang up the video.

Xiao Yuanmu: "You don't need to check Zhou Rong's affairs."

Song Xuan paused with his hands and opened his eyes slightly.

Xiao Yuanmu: "I will take care of his affairs, don't get involved."

Song Xuan frowned, and said, "What did you find?"

"A lot." Xiao Yuanmu said quietly, "I will tell you when the matter is over."

Song Xuan and Wei Wei squinted: "This was originally my own business. You should give me a reason for not letting me check, at least let me know who is behind the scenes."

"The matter involves the Horsman family." Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows a little, and his tone was a little more serious than before: "If you are involved, it will be dangerous, don't worry about it anymore, obey."

Hearing the last two words of Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuan and the tail of his eyebrows jumped, the corners of his mouth moved and finally they didn't return. They just looked away and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Ok."

Standing in the corner, Yang Jie was taken aback, his eyes couldn't see the emotions in Xiao Yuanmu, even the corners of his mouth stayed for a few seconds on the side of his face that was slightly curved than usual, then he moved his gaze and tightened his lips.

Suddenly, he seemed to know why Brother Xiao liked Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe didn't know that there was a second person in Xiao Yuanmu's room. After hearing his confession, he showed an expression of interest: "Speaking out makes me happy."

Xiao Yuanmu sat with a mobile phone in one hand and a hand on his lap. He stared at Song Xuanhe at the other end of the video, and said, "You may not be happy after I said it."

"You didn't know until you said it." Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, and his face that had been cold after being awakened finally eased, even with a smile: "And I think things that make you unhappy, I should sound very happy."

"Xiao, my mother." Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes stared at Song Xuanhe, and his clear voice lowered: "She is very interested in you, and she is disappointed that you did not come today."

Song Xuan paused with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What does this have to do with your unhappiness."

"I'm worried that she will find you." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe's pursed mouth and said in a slow tone: "Or, go to Aunt Song and bring up the matter between you and me."

"What's the matter between me and you." Song Xuanhe was dubious: "Even if I find my mother, I can't say anything."

Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and nodded slightly, with a low grin in his voice: "Maybe."

Song Xuanhe squinted his eyes and decided to hang up the video after looking at him for a few moments. However, when his fingers touched the hang up, he suddenly had his eyes fixed and frowned.

"you……"

The screen feels flexible and the video has been hung up.

Previously, Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe were making phone calls. This was the first video call, so Yang Jie didn’t know how neat Song Xuanhe hangs up every time. At this time, I saw Song Xuanhe Lian notice. Xiao Yuanmu's phone was hung up without a sound, his eyes widened.

From the beginning of following Xiao Yuanmu to the present, whether he was hiding in the imperial capital before or after re developing and growing, he has only seen Xiao Yuanmu hang up someone else's phone. This is the first time someone hangs up his phone.

And it hangs so crisply and neatly, without any muddling.

"Brother Xiao..." Yang Jie carefully glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's face, but he was not Song Xuanhe. It should be said that apart from Song Xuanhe, almost no one could tell whether Xiao Yuanmu was happy or angry. After watching for a few seconds, he didn't know how Xiao Yuanmu was feeling right now, so he could only hesitately comforted as he wanted: "Maybe Song Er's hand slipped, and he didn't hang up your phone on purpose."

Xiao Yuanmu has long been accustomed to Song Xuanhe hanging up his phone as he pleases. He just talked to Song Xuanhe about a conversation, and his gloomy mood has eased a lot. At this moment, when he heard Yang Jie say this, his eyes flashed. With a smile, he said: "He did it on purpose."

Yang Jie choked, trying to say something but didn't know what to say, so he licked the corner of his mouth and stood still.

Xiao Yuanmu got up and gave the phone to Yang Jie for safekeeping, then tied the tie that had just been pulled apart, and whispered, "Go down."

Thinking of Song Xuan and saying that Xiao Yuanmu was in a bad mood just now, Yang Jie hesitated for a few seconds, but when he saw Xiao Yuanmu raising his leg, he still lowered his eyes and turned and followed him.

However, before taking a few steps, Xiao Yuanmu's cell phone rang. It was not a ringtone set by the system, but a very strange sound.

Xiao Yuanmu paused and turned to look at Yang Jie.

Yang Jie took out his phone, saw the video connection and the name on the screen, looked up to Xiao Yuanmu and said, "It's Song Shao."

As soon as Xiao Yuanmu's pupils lighted up, he took Yang Jie's phone and opened the video, and Song Xuanhe's face appeared on the opposite side again.

"Sorry." Song Xuan and his innocent expression: "I just hung up because I slipped my hand."

Yang Jie:...

Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and wittily returned to the corner just now to stand.

The corner of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth was slightly pursed, and he sat in the original position again, mumbled, waiting for Song Xuan to speak.

Of course he would not believe that Song Xuanhe just hung up the phone because his hands slipped, and he knew that if nothing happened, Song Xuanhe would never call him again.

However, Song Xuanhe did not speak for a long time. Instead, as time passed, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a trace of peace between them.

Xiao Yuanmu bent his fingers on his legs, moved the place, and said quietly, "What's the matter?"

Song Xuanhe carefully observed Xiao Yuanmu's expression, Qingrun's voice was very weak: "I want to confirm something, you move the phone a bit, let me see your upper body."

Xiao Yuanmu paused, and something flashed under his eyes, but he still followed his instructions.

Song Xuanhe's gaze fell from his tie and fell on the hole in his suit jacket. His gaze paused, then moved down, and fell on his hand a few centimeters below the button.

Noting Song Xuanhe's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu's overlapping legs moved, his expression calm and calm: "What are you looking at?"

Song Xuanhe asked, "Are you alone in the room?"

Xiao Yuanmu Yuguang glanced at Yang Jie not far away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not speak.

Song Xuanhe thought he was alone, and he sank with a somewhat innocent expression. There was a trace of sullenness in his tone and worry that he hadn't noticed: "Do you have stomach pain now?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes trembled, his hand holding the phone tightened, his expression unchanged and said, "Why would you ask like that."

Yang Jie suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Yuanmu. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he closed his mouth and continued listening.

However, the topic that Xiao Yuanmu threw back made Song Xuanhe affirmed his guess and asked again: "So do you have a stomachache now?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, his expression calm: "No."

Hearing this, Song Xuan and his entire face tensed. The sun fell on his fair skin, clear and cold: "You probably don’t know that every time your stomach feels uncomfortable, your voice will be lower than usual. And when you speak, your mouth will be unconsciously pursed, and your hands will be placed close to your stomach and abdomen."

The calmness on Xiao Yuanmu's face was broken for the first time, and there was a trace of embarrassment.

This is the first time that a person can accurately insight into his mood, and accurately observe and judge his physical condition. If this person is not Song Xuanhe, or if it is the previous life that he discovered that someone can understand him this way, he will definitely He was afraid of precautions, and even tried every means to make the person disappear beside him.

But this person is Song Xuanhe, the current Song Xuanhe.

He is different from others.

Xiao Yuanmu is very clear that Song Xuan and Yu are different from other people, but he cannot describe the complex emotions that this difference brings. It is not only pleasant and relaxed, but also dark and negative, but whether it is good or not Bad, he is willing to accept it all, and is absolutely unwilling to let go.

Song Xuanhe didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was thinking, only his low eyelashes could be seen in the video.

In fact, he himself didn't know why he was so angry when he knew that Xiao Yuanmu's body was uncomfortable, but it seemed that he was not only angry with Xiao Yuanmu, but also all other things.

This kind of thing made him upset and irritable, and his emotions became more irritable. Song Xuanhe's face became colder, and his tone became cold. The questioning was like a light fire. One shot after another: "You are not feeling well, why don't you go to the hospital? Why not tell others? Face is so important? More important than body?"

Following Song Xuanhe’s questioning voice, Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was sitting on the sofa. Seeing that he looked down and said nothing, Yang Jie was at a loss. He didn’t know if he should be shocked at Song Xuanhe. For Xiao Yuanmu to be so powerful and domineering, he should blame himself as an assistant, and he didn't even notice that the boss was uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yuanmu." Song Xuanhe asked: "You don't care about your body so much?"

Xiao Yuanmu's pupils trembled slightly, raising his eyes to look at Song Xuanhe, a pair of pitch-black eyes that were bottomless, like hidden glaciers for thousands of years, and like volcanoes suppressing the eruption.

His voice was low, with a hint of urgency: "Do you like me?"

Song Xuanhe's anger was vented for a moment if the wind, horse and cow were irrelevant, and a trace of dazed eye was dyed.

Just when he thought he had misheard, Xiao Yuanmu asked again, but changed the words: "Do you love me?"

Song Xuanhe wrote on his face blankly: "What?"

There was a trace of Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and his dumb voice returned to clearness: "It's nothing, it's just that Louis said that people who love each other will express love to each other. There seems to be no one between us, so I want to ask you."

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth twitched, and his previous anger had disappeared when he was asked such a nonsensical question.

However, Xiao Yuanmu didn't let him go and asked again: "Do you love me?"

Song Xuan paused, raised his hand and rubbed the messy hair, and said, "I'm late to the studio, so I hang up first."

The screen went black for an instant, and the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's slightly pursed mouth twitched, but it fell down again, gently pursing into a line.

Yang Jie stepped forward and said anxiously: "Brother Xiao, do you really have an upset stomach?"

Xiao Yuanmu put the phone in his pocket, got up and walked outside: "It's nothing."

Not nothing, but nothing.

Yang Jie lifted his footsteps for a while, and the hand on his side gathered up, and finally followed.Because he knew that apart from Song Xuanhe in the video just now, no one else in this world could persuade the man in front of him.

And at the end of the video just now, the second young master Song, who has always been reckless and domineering in his impression, just hung up the video because of a question that any man in love can't hide.

Yang Jie suddenly discovered that this seems to be the reason why one thing drops one thing.

The author has something to say: When it comes to changing the topic and the desire to survive, the boss is the first and no one is the second.