Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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On the way back, Song Xuanhe kept recalling what Xiao Shenglin said just now.

If Xiao Shenglin's death was related to his being adopted by the parents of the Xiao family when he was a child, so many years have passed since this matter. Why didn't Xiao Shenglin deal with Xiao Shenglin? Why did he choose this time?

What's more, even in the small family of the imperial capital, there are the phenomenon of brothers framed each other, and the son's superiors forced the father to death. Such a thing happened in the Xiao family, but it has no influence on the whole circle. Other people will not be because of the Xiao family. It's just a matter of breaking things. After all, there are many people, no matter how upright a big family is, there will be some secrets. As long as the Xiao family doesn't fall, no one will dare to talk about it if Xiao Shenglin really died because of this.

So why did the Xiao family attack Xiao Shenglin again after so many years?

Is it because of what happened, or because of someone.

Song Xuanhe suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu.

If the Xiao family wanted to obliterate Xiao Shenglin who had replaced Xiao Yuanmu because of Xiao Yuanmu's return, it seemed to make sense.

Because if this were the case, Xiao Shenglin could explain something that happened only then, but he didn't know why, Song Xuanhe always felt that something was wrong.

"The second master, here it is."

Zhang Chao stopped the car and opened the door for Song Xuanhe. Between the opening of the door, he couldn't help but look at his expression. When he saw that he was full of alcohol, but his expression was sober, he let go.

Song Xuanhe got out of the car and walked into the elevator to see Zhang Chao didn't leave but followed him, stopped and turned around and said, "You can go back. I can go up by myself."

"I will make you sober tea and leave." Zhang Chao said: "Otherwise you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Song Xuanhe just wanted to say that he wouldn't have a headache when he was drunk, but thinking that it was not his body after all, he was silent for a while before turning around and entering the elevator.

Back home, Song Xuan and the first time found the sofa and hugged the pillow and lay down.

Although he drank a lot just now, because he has been paying attention to the degree and has not mixed up, he is still sober now, but the sequelae of drinking too much are still inevitable, and he is sleepy and has no energy.

Zhang Chao entered the door and went to the kitchen. After the sober tea came out, Song Xuanhe lying on the sofa was already asleep.

He put the tea aside and was about to take a blanket to cover Song Xuanhe when he heard Song Xuanhe's cell phone ringing.

Song Xuan was suddenly awakened, and when he opened his eyes he saw Zhang Chao standing next to him holding a blanket. He rubbed his eyes, took a sip of the tea on the table, and said, "You go back."

"Then you will go to bed early." Zhang Chao nodded, bent over and put the blanket on another sofa. When he straightened up, he didn't know what he thought of. A complex color passed through his eyes, and said: "Second young master, can I? Ask you a question."

Song Xuanhe was holding his mobile phone and said, "Say."

"Are you...really not planning to inherit the Song family?"

"No." Song Xuanhe raised his head and saw Zhang Chao's pitiful look, and said seriously: "Brother Zhang, I know you want me to inherit the Song family, but I don't like it, and you know that I like it. Don’t ask me about this matter anymore, and don’t help Grandpa test me."

Zhang Chao froze, and sighed softly at Shang Song Xuan and his clear and transparent eyes, "Young Master has grown up."

"I'm sorry." Zhang Chao smiled bitterly and said: "There is no next time."

Song Xuanhe connected to the phone, shook his head and said, "I know you have always been good for me."

Zhang Chao nodded slightly, paused, and then stopped talking.

Song Xuanhe didn't pay attention to his expression, and had a conversation with Xiao Shenglin who confirmed that he was home safely. When he hung up, he found that he had not left yet.

"Brother Zhang, what else do you have?"

"How long do you plan to come back when you go out?" Zhang Chao thought for a while before asking.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Grandpa asked you to ask again?"

"No." Zhang Chao said: "I don't know why, I always feel uneasy when I heard that you are going out. It's like... It's not auspicious to say, maybe I've been with you all the time, so I feel a little nervous."

Song Xuanhe was very curious about what he didn't say, "It's like what?"

Zhang Chao frowned and looked at Song Xuan and said, "Second Young Master, I watched you grow up. There are some things that I shouldn't say about my identity, but I can't let it go without saying it, so I must ask you."

Song Xuan and nodding: "You ask."

"Some time ago, when I helped you to check where the money in your bank account went, I found that you donated a large amount of money to charity and also donated a large amount of money to the orphanage in the suburbs. I don’t want to pursue your expenses, but this There was no sign before, and... I also found that you recently inquired about a lot of extreme sports information. I didn't think about it when I saw it, but I found out that you were checking the information about Alang."

[Your assistant won't find out what you are going to do, right?] The system was surprised.

Song Xuan and his eyebrows jumped, and said calmly: "It's just looking up information. What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Aran is one of the most severely war-torn countries. Even the route to that side has been blocked. The information you check there makes me very worried."

"Second Young Master." Zhang Chao said, "Your recent consumption situation and the things you checked make me very worried. There is always a feeling... that you will never return."

Speaking of the last sentence, Zhang Chao's voice was lowered, but his eyes were staring at Song Xuanhe very seriously, like a parent who noticed the dangerous thoughts of adolescent children, and waited.

It was the first time Song Xuanhe knew that Zhang Chao was so keen. In fact, he checked Alangguo's information to make his disappearance a logical, but not completely desperate result. After all, he disappeared every year in Alangguo There are a lot of people, the various teams and various organizations are intertwined and complicated. When he goes back there, it is very difficult for the Song family and Xiao Yuanmu to find them.

It is precisely this point that he has fancy, so he will check the information over there.

But he didn't expect to be discovered by Zhang Chao.

[The passage home you chose seems to be blocked.] The system said: [Now Zhang Chao has discovered your information about checking Alanguo. If you disappear there, they may think you committed suicide.

There is no need for system reminders at this point, and Song Xuanhe also knows that this road will not work.

However, the top priority is not to make Zhang Chao doubt.

"Brother Zhang, you think too much." Song Xuanhe seemed to think what he said was funny. After a few laughs, he said, "Donations are not a bad thing that you did not know how to do before. You should know the reason for the orphanage. As for the investigation of extreme sports, which young people like me who yearn for freedom and pursuit of excitement have not checked, and Alanguo, because there is a special dye technique and an ancient hand-weaving technique, you I also know that I am currently running a design studio, and these are my work content."

Song Xuanhe said it was justified and well-founded, and dispelled Zhang Chao's doubts one by one.

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Chao felt that it seemed very reasonable, but he still felt that something was wrong. However, he couldn't find out what was wrong for a while, so he could only put aside his doubts for a while, and said, "The dyes and woven things on Alang's side. It should be a tradition in the Arab region, except there may be other places there, I will help you to check it."

Song Xuanhe said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Zhang."

"Thank you." Looking at Song Xuan and his smiling face, Zhang Chao sighed inwardly, and was relieved and sighed: "The Second Young Master is getting more and more mature."

Song Xuanhe bent his eyes, Zhang Chao still wanted to say something, but once again heard Song Xuanhe's cell phone ring, his mouth just opened closed again, and said: "You should rest early, I will leave. "

"drive safely."

After Zhang Chao left, Song Xuanhe picked up the video and saw Xiao Yuanmu on the opposite side. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Now I am here at two o'clock in the morning. You can really pick the time when you call."

Seeing Song Xuanhe's cheeks flushed from drinking, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened a bit when he thought of the news that those people had reported temporarily, and said, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Xuanhe sneered: "Ask it knowingly."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered, his expression calm: "Because I just heard about something suddenly, I feel like you should really want to know, so I called to see if you were asleep."

"Two o'clock in the morning?" Song Xuan and his eyebrows were filled with suspicion.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't change his face: "Yes."

"Let's talk." Song Xuan said peacefully, "What's the matter?"

"About Xiao Shenglin." Xiao Yuanmu said quietly: "I remember you have a good relationship with him."

"You say that, as if I have a closer relationship with him than you and him." Song Xuanhe grabbed a few pillows and piled them on the sofa. He nestled inside, then took one blanket over and covered it, then said: "If If I remember correctly, you and Xiao Shenglin are considered brothers by saying that."

"The blood relationship is very different." Xiao Yuanmu looked cold, and paused before adding: "But if there is no accident, he will be my nominal brother."

Song Xuanhe's expression changed slightly and frowned, "Because Xiao Shenglin was taken over by your family?"

A trace of surprise crossed Xiao Yuanmu's eyes: "Did he tell you?"

"He was drunk just now and accidentally said it."

"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu originally asked casually, not caring how Song Xuanhe knew it, but unfortunately without this reason, the length of the chat will be much shorter, so he asked more: "What did he say? of?"

Song Xuanhe probably repeated what Xiao Shenglin said.

Xiao Yuanmu: "Similar to what I heard, in more detail."

Song Xuanhe nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you think the Xiao family might do anything to Xiao Shenglin because of this incident?"

Xiao Yuanmu pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Song Xuanhe said, "If you are not found, Xiao Shenglin may not be in danger, but after you are found, will Mrs. Xiao and the Xiao family Patriarch be afraid of you because of this? Centrifuged with them, and shot at Xiao Shenglin."

There was a trace of something in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, but he still said in a negative way: "Xiao Lin can't do that. The benefits he can get from that way are far lower than the value of the effort, and there is a potential crisis. He is not that stupid."

Song Xuan and his eyelashes trembled lightly, and pursed his lips, "You don't seem to like the Xiao family."

"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu admitted readily.

Song Xuanhe didn't ask why. After a few seconds of silence, he continued the previous topic. He asked, "Do you think anyone in the Xiao family wants Xiao Shenglin the most?"

Xiao Yuanmu heard Song Xuan's meaning at this time, and said, "Why do you think Xiao Shenglin is in danger?"

Song Xuanhe didn't know how to answer, and said vaguely: "Intuition."

Xiao Yuanmu squinted his eyes slightly, and a deep light flashed from the bottom of his eyes: "Do you have intuition for him?"

"I also have intuition for you." Song Xuanhe said: "For example, your stomach hurts, I will know soon."

The color in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes disappeared, and he moved the phone farther away, and said, "If someone in the Xiao family really wants to harm him, the most likely one is Xiao Bacong."

Song Xuan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Why did Xiao Shenglin's matter suddenly involve Xiao Bocong?

"Because of me." Xiao Yuanmu said indifferently: "Xiao Shenglin's news was given to me by Xiao Baicong."

"For the sake of you?"

"Maybe." Xiao Yuanmu said: "There may be other reasons, such as what you said, let Xiao Shenglin have an accident and then blame me."

Song Xuan was puzzled: "Others will believe it? Also, what's the use of putting on blame for you? Is there someone who wants you to pay for it?"

In the last half sentence, Song Xuan and his own disbelief.

This world advocates equality for all, but where can be truly equal? ​​Hierarchies and gaps have always existed since ancient times, and there is absolutely no equality between two people with very different identities.It was like Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuan who had not been retrieved by the Xiao family, and Xiao Yuanmu, the current young master of the Xiao family, and Xiao Shenglin, who were far apart despite their blood.

Even if Xiao Yuanmu really heard that Xiao Shenglin had done something to him when he occupied the magpie's nest, no Xiao family would protest against it.

Xiao Yuanmu's face was calm, his eyes squeezed with coldness, "Of course not."

"It's just that the Patriarch of the Xiao family who has never let go of someone who has ever replaced him but has not succeeded. There will always be some gossip about this, and even Xiao Shenglin, who has no longer a conflict of interests, will let go. For me, if I inherit the Xiao family, will I let go of Xiao Baicong who had been sitting as the only heir of the Xiao family before?"

As Xiao Yuanmu finished talking about the benefits and conspiracy in a calm manner, Song Xuanhe's brows wrinkled a little.

Because Xiao Shenglin's situation was more dangerous than he thought, and because Xiao Yuanmu didn't seem to accept the attitude of the Xiao family at all.

In the novel, although Xiao Yuanmu had difficulty accepting that he suddenly had parents and brothers at first, he slowly opened his heart, and his feelings for his younger brother Xiao Bacong were even deeper than for his parents, although he did not like to express , But the author described in many details the difference between Xiao Yuanmu's views on Xiao Bocong and the rest of the Xiao family.

For example, on his birthday, Xiao Bocong would personally choose gifts based on his hobbies. For example, when talking to Xiao Baicong, he would speak a few words more than others. For example, Xiao Baicong's request, even if he was not reluctant, he would basically not refuse ... In general, Xiao Yuanmu in the book is very close to his younger brother Xiao Baizong, and he can almost be regarded as petting.

The book also said that Xiao Yuanmu grew up in a welfare institution. Even if he is usually indifferent and then look down on family affection, when he really faces his brother who is connected by his blood, he is cheerful and sunny. Others are different.

Song Xuanhe felt a little strange. According to the truth, according to the timeline in the book, although Xiao Yuanmu's relationship with Xiao Bacong at this time was not as close as his brothers, it should be closer than others, but now it is seen. Then, Xiao Yuanmu's attitude towards Xiao Bocong was completely irrelevant, and even Xiao Yuanmu might not be close to him, but rather hate him very much.

Where is the problem?

Song Xuan and faintly felt that something was wrong, but they could not grasp the clues. They could only give up thinking and focus on the matter in front of them: "What you mean is that if something happens to Xiao Shenglin, it is likely that Xiao Baicong was trying to frame you Attack Xiao Shenglin."

"Xiao Bozong is the most likely." Xiao Yuanmu nodded, then said: "But Xiao Shenglin's one is also suspect."

Song Xuan nodded gently, wondering whether the possibility of Xiao Yuanmu's analysis was high. Suddenly, he lightly stopped his head and frowned, "The one in Xiao Shenglin's house is the one in his uncle's house. Support Xiao Bocong?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him, and a trace of surprise crossed his eyes: "He is currently not in line."

Song Xuan and his eyebrows frowned: "You can't stand with you if you don't stand in line. Whether you were lost or not, they are the ones who are most suspicious. After you come back, they will never stand with you."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded, acquiescing to Song Xuanhe's words.

Song Xuanhe felt that this matter was even more difficult to handle. If it was only the Patriarch of the Xiao family who wanted to deal with Xiao Shenglin, perhaps this matter would be better resolved. After all, Xiao Yuanmu exists, but if Xiao Shenglin is involved in Xiao In the seizure of power between Yuan Mu and Xiao Bo Cong, this matter is much more complicated.

"This matter..." Song Xuanhe rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "It's really troublesome."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at him and asked, "Do you care about Xiao Shenglin's life and death?"

"Nonsense." Song Xuanhe said, "He is my friend."

"What about me?" Xiao Yuanmu stared at him for a moment.

Song Xuan had a meal with the hand rubbing his eyebrows, and his eyes lowered and said lightly: "You can protect yourself."

"If I'm in danger..."

Xiao Yuanmu's voice lowered. He originally wanted to say that if he was in danger, he hoped that Song Xuanhe would care about him more than Xiao Shenglin.

But thinking of his countless escapes in the previous life, and the last escape, he suddenly couldn’t say the next thing. If he was really in danger, he hoped that Song Xuanhe could face the same ups and downs with him. , I also hope that Song Xuanhe can stay out of the matter and protect himself.

The two thoughts were so strong that it was difficult for him to distinguish for a while, whether he wanted Song Xuanhe to stay with him forever, or it would be better for him to be alone.

"What if you are in danger?"

Song Xuanhe was a little evasive about what Xiao Yuanmu said, but he didn't say half of it. On the contrary, his original evasive psychology had changed. He wanted to know what Xiao Yuanmu hadn't finished saying.

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, covering the intense gloom that surged instantly, raised his eyes to look at Song Xuanhe, suppressing the dumbness in his voice, and said, "What will happen to you?"

Song Xuanhe fell silent suddenly, turning his gaze away and saying, "How do I know what hasn't happened."

Xiao Yuanmu's gaze fell on his white and full earlobes, his Adam's apple rolled, the blackness under his eyes disappeared a little, and he gave a low chuckle and said, "Yes."

Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice as if from his chest, Song Xuanhe involuntarily closed his mouth.

For a time, the two were relatively speechless.

After not knowing how long it took, Song Xuanhe felt an itch from his chest, and then yawned heavily. His eyes flashed with water, and he immediately said, "I'm sleepy, I'll hang up first."

"and many more."

Song Xuan and his hand that almost touched the screen, saw that Xiao Yuanmu's face was still there. It was a pity that he couldn't press it this time, so he could only ask, "What else?"

Seeing Song Xuanhe shrunk on the sofa surrounded by a pile of pillows, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened. He remembered the scene when Song Xuanhe was standing on the sofa and talking to him condescendingly.

He couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't held back the reaction of being provoked by Song Xuanhe at the time, and had done it directly with him, what would it be like now...Xiao Yuanmu's slightly opened legs moved, folded, and then Moved the phone up, and coughed, "I heard that you have gone through the vacation formalities. Where are you going?"

Song Xuan and tilted their heads, with deep meaning: "Where did you hear about this? I just told Zhou Nan about this. It was always not Xiao Shenglin who immediately told Xiao Ranyun when he knew it, and then Xiao Ranyun told you immediately. Got it."

Old God Xiao Yuanmu was here: "Mrs. Song told me."

Song Xuan had a peace, his eyes widened: "Who?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "Aunt Song."

Song Xuanhe: "When did she tell you and how did she tell you?"

"In the morning, after you have gone through the vacation formalities." Xiao Yuanmu answered Song Xuanhe's question, and added a sentence from Li Nian'an: "Aunt Song said, I hope I can contact you at any time, and then it is best to dismiss you from all over the world. Thoughts of running around."

"What else?" Song Xuanhe asked: "It's not just these, right? And why do you want to keep her contact information?"

"Aunt Song dragged Mrs. James to me." Seeing Song Xuanhe's instant tight expression, Xiao Yuanmu hid a smile under his eyes, and his clear voice was somewhat innocent: "Aunt Song may want to confirm at any time. Your relationship with me, after all, you have a criminal record."

"What kind of criminal record do I have?" Song Xuanhe's eyes widened, Qingrun's voice raised, because he was a little hoarse after drinking, "And how can I have any relationship with you."

Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and said nothing, looking at him as if he was looking at an unreasonable lover.

Song Xuanhe got goosebumps because of his disgusting thoughts, and said with a sullen face: "Don't contact her if you are okay. If she contacts you, you will treat it as if you haven't seen it."

"can."

Song Xuanhe was a little surprised at Xiao Yuanmu's refreshment, but he was relieved when he agreed.

However, this tone was only halfway through, and Xiao Yuanmu continued to say: "If you answer me a question and give me a satisfactory answer."

Song Xuan and his eyebrows jumped, and suddenly remembered the last time Xiao Yuanmu changed the topic, glanced vigilantly at Xiao Yuanmu's expression, and changed his words: "It's up to you, love to contact or not to contact."

Then, the phone was hung up for the first time.

The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: If there are too many tricks, just useful.