Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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The car that hit Xiao Shenglin quickly retreated. When it stopped a short distance away, it paused, and then rushed forward, seeming to want to hit it again. The crowd screamed and scattered, Song Xuan and his legs Ran over there, but was pulled by the man who was still pulling the driver just now, and shouted, "You can't pass! Danger!"

Zhou Nan looked at Xiao Shenglin lying on the ground in a panic, and noticed that the screaming crowd raised his head hesitantly. His pupils shrank suddenly, his body was slower than his brain, and he subconsciously blocked Xiao Shenglin's body. Shenglin was still conscious and exhausted all his strength to push Zhou Nan out.

"Lin Zi——"

Zhou Nan's voice was desperate, Song Xuanhe also struggled to catch his man.

"Go away!"

"Master Song, you can't go there."

Song Xuan had some basics in a fight, and when he was emotional, he struggled so hard that the people who grabbed him couldn't hold him. The other people got off the car behind, and the three big men held him down completely.

At the same time, the sounds of ambulances and police cars roared, like a thunder that split the sky and covered the screams of panicked people, but could not stop the car that Xiang Xiao Shenglin quickly earned.

The screaming people also reacted. The car was hit with a purpose. They no longer panic. At the same time, they looked at a place where someone was panicked and someone covered their eyes.

These two or three seconds seemed to consist of countless slow-motion shots from different angles, and finally all the shots were focused on one point-Zhong Xiao Shenglin lying in a pool of blood and the car getting closer and closer to him.

boom--

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There was a violent impact and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground. Most people closed their eyes subconsciously, unwilling to see such a tragic picture.

Song Xuan and Zhou Nan were not included. They clearly saw a car rushing over on the slope again, and the car that hit Xiao Shenglin sideways hit the big tree in the green belt. The driver in the car It seemed that he was seriously injured and passed out into a coma.

There was silence for two seconds at the scene. Song Xuan and the man who was holding him broke away and ran in the direction of Xiao Shenglin. The doctor and nurse quickly got off the ambulance that just arrived, and followed Song Xuanhe on the stretcher. Ran over there behind him.

Zhou Nan clenched his fists and walked to the side of the car that hit the tree, pulled the door to pull the driver out, and punched him with his red eyes rounding his fists.

After Song Xuanhe learned from the doctor that Xiao Shenglin was not in danger of life, he sighed and pursed his mouth when he saw Zhou Nan's movements, and walked over to hold him.

"Let go of me, I fucking kill this stupid thing!"

"The ambulance will leave soon." Song Xuanhe pressed his cold voice and said, "I promise that this person can't run. You follow the ambulance and I will come over later."

Zhou Nan paused for a moment and finally recovered his calm. He squeezed his fist and nodded, as if crying in his throat: "I'll leave it to you."

"rest assured."

The ambulance whizzed away. Song Xuan and the driver coldly looked at the driver on the ground. Just as his right leg was raised, the next wave of medical staff quickly rushed over. He took a deep breath and said to the police who also came: "This man is an international wanted man. This time he committed a murder with a purpose. Please take care of him."

Police Cha just wanted to inquire about Zhou Nan's beating, when he heard Song Xuanhe say this, he couldn't help but stunned, "How are you sure?"

Song Xuanhe said, "You can check and monitor the traffic accident just now. They have an accomplice who has already run away."

After speaking, Song Xuanhe turned and walked towards the cross country that drove the car. The head of the cross-country car dented a bit. The owner was fine. He took an ice bag given by the doctor and put it on his head, leaning against the car door. Song Xuanhe came to him.

"Hey comrade!" The police chased up and said, "The impact of this car accident today is extremely bad. We need you to cooperate with our investigation."

Song Xuan paused with his footsteps, and the car owner over there saw him being entangled and walked over by himself.

"I have something else." Song Xuanhe glanced at the people who had just pulled him, and said: "Those people were the ones who ran into the assault vehicle in the first place. Just ask him for a transcript."

"That's not okay." The young policeman had a righteous expression with a very insistent expression: "You have to follow along, and the one who hit someone just now has to take notes together without going to the hospital."

The young policeman. The owner of the car who "smashed into a person" in his mouth came over. At the same time, another policeman who had been directing the accident on the other side also quickly came to this side. His sight swayed around several people and fell. On the owner of the car, he smiled and said: "Mr. Wei, I have just heard the Secretary say that you, as a victim of this accident, do not need to participate in the investigation. You can go back and take a good rest."

Weichen put down the ice bag in his hand and showed a frowning eyebrow. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and said to the policeman who was talking: "My friend is injured. I think he urgently needs treatment and recuperation. , I don’t know if the transcript can be changed to a suitable time after he gets better."

The young policeman heard the words and said, "He has no injuries at all..."

"Of course!" His boss glared at him and interrupted him: "The transcript is not in a hurry. This gentleman can come back after he has cultivated well and has time."

The young police officer was dragged away by his boss, and after a few steps, he could still hear the scolding sound.

Song Xuanhe turned his head to look at Weichen, the tension in his eyes relaxed a little, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Weichen threw the ice bag into his hand, frowning with a frown, "Xiao Shenglin is also my friend, why are you thanking you."

Song Xuanhe just looked at him like that, with a slightly mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

The Weichen paused and pointed to the ice pack and said: "Okay, you and Zhou Nan are friends with him, I can't, right? You are really the enemy when you are struggling, and you can even punch your fists in your face when you are fierce."

Song Xuanhe returned the ice bag to him and said sternly: "I don't need it. Thank you very much for this matter."

Weichen thought for a while and said, "Then invite me to dinner."

Seeing Song Xuanhe and watching him, Weichen raised his eyebrows: "Are you just verbal thanks?"

Song Xuanhe's pursed lips loosened, and the cold eyes finally showed a smile and said, "You choose the place."

"Let's go." Weichen pointed to his car and said, "You should go to the hospital now. My car can still drive. I'll take you there."

Song Xuanhe was indeed anxious to go to the hospital and did not shirk off. He hesitantly glanced at the off-road vehicle that had just gone through a violent impact but did not seem to be a major problem, and said: "You are sure you won't let me suffer a second injury, right? ?"

Weichen sighed and laughed: "When did you get hurt once?"

Song Xuanhe walked to the car and opened the door, then turned his head faintly: "Didn't you say it?"

Seeing the person in the car, Wei Chen licked his dry lips, suddenly laughed, and stood there for a few seconds before walking over.

As soon as he got into Weichen's car, Song Xuanhe noticed the difference. Seeing Weichen getting in the car, he couldn't help asking, "Where did you change your car?"

"I changed it myself." Weichen started the car and said, "How?"

"Not bad." Song Xuanhe was suddenly moved by the sturdiness of the car when he just crashed, but he knew that he would leave after a while and wouldn't need it, so he just asked: "Your car was changed to this way. , Including the shell replacement, how long it took."

"Half a year." Weichen laughed: "It is because of this incident that my dad feels that I am not doing my job properly, so he drags me to engage in medical robots. Otherwise, I am still running a car repair shop. He makes my dream career only a hobby. , But not bad."

Song Xuanhe said, "You won't lose the technology to open a car repair shop."

Weichen raised his eyebrows and said, "It's rare to hear you praise me. I thought you couldn't find the good points in me?"

Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said nothing.

"I still remember that when you saw me, you were very dissatisfied with me." Wei Chen continued: "At that time in the hospital, I wanted to compensate you for nothing. I was wondering if I had offended you before. After thinking about it for a long time, I never thought, Song Er, I haven't offended you before, right?"

"No."

Song Xuanhe answered with certainty.

"Then how you look at me is not pleasing at first sight. I still remember how you yelled at me for an ambulance in the heavy rain."

Song Xuan and Sui him said, "Can you greet the driver who hit your boyfriend with a smile?"

When the words fell, Song Xuanhe and Weichen were all startled.

After a few seconds of silence, the guard said: "You and Xiao Yuanmu, what is going on now?"

Just after experiencing the huge ups and downs, Song Xuan and his brain's nerves have been tense. The words he just blurted made his already messy brain even more chaotic. He closed his eyes and calmly sorted his thoughts, while calmly saying: "Don't you know?"

"What do I know." Weichen pretended to be stupid: "Since Xiao Yuanmu left, we haven't seen a few people. I helped you at that banquet and you avenged me. Later, Zhou Rong did the same. I didn't even see you say thank you, but I heard you say thank you after saving Xiao Shenglin today, let alone Xiao Yuanmu. I didn't have much friendship with him, and there was no contact with him after the Pacific Ocean."

Song Xuanhe sneered: "You and Xiao Yuanmu's medical robot project is not enough for you to contact you?"

Hearing Song Xuanhe's determined tone, Weichen was also clever, and his tone was innocent: "My collaborators are clearly written on the company's encyclopedia, there is no Xiao Yuanmu."

Song Xuan and the corners of their mouths evoked ridicule and stopped talking.

After driving silently for a while, the smile on Weichen's face also faded, and he said: "I heard that you have taken a long vacation."

Song Xuanhe hummed an um-like tone from his nose, which counted as an admission.

"Where do you want to go."

"No."

"I heard that you have plans."

Song Xuanhe opened his eyes and said impatiently: "I found out that you have heard a lot. How long do you have ears or too many people around you with long tongues?"

Weichen paused and suddenly laughed.

Song Xuanhe squinted at him, and the guard said, "I found that you seem to have a bad temper with me."

"This makes you happy?"

"Happy." Weichen smiled and said with scorn: "This is another phenomenon that is very special to you, isn't it?"

Song Xuanhe's gaze stayed on the smile at the corner of his mouth for a few seconds. These few seconds reminded him of the scene when he saw Weichen for the first time. As it is now, his face is thick and open.

When he arrived at the hospital, Song Xuanhe quickly found Xiao Shenglin outside the operating room. He saw Zhou Nan who was already covered with gauze. He was relieved. Zhou Nan would go to treat the wound, and his expression was calm now, which meant Xiao Shenglin. The injury was not so severe.

Seeing them coming, Zhou Nan greeted him with a dumb voice, and said to Song Xuan kindly: "The doctor said that there was nothing serious about the forest. Although a few bones were broken, no internal organs were injured."

Song Xuanhe's hanging heart was finally let go, but his expression was very calm, and he said, "The driver should be hurt more than Lin Zi. I don't know what the situation is now. The other one ran away. I guess the possibility of finding out is not It's big, but if this matter is so big, the forest should be safe too."

When Zhou Nan heard Song Xuanhe talking about the two drivers, anger floated on his calm face again, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to kill Xiao Baicong."

Weichen heard a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he was very witty and silent. Song Xuanhe patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "This matter will be explained."

After Zhou Nan vented his anger, he looked at Weichen and said, "Man, thank you today. I won't say anything else. I know you don't lack those imaginary ones. As long as you need it in the future, the three of us will absolutely have no hesitation."

Weichen looked at Song Xuanhe and said meaningfully: "Why don't you turn back? The same is true for Xuanhe?"

Song Xuan curled his eyes, curled his lips and said, "Of course it's the same, but you don't want to turn back anymore."

Seeing that Song Xuanhe readily agreed, Wei Chen smiled and turned to Zhou Nan and said, "I have agreed with Xuanhe. He invited me to dinner, even if I thanked him."

Zhou Nan frowned and said, "How can this work, a meal..."

"Even if it is someone else, I will save it. Moreover, although Xiao Shenglin and I are not familiar friends, they are also my acquaintances. Do you want me to watch him being run over by a car?" Wei Chen beat Zhou Nan next year. On the shoulder, said: "Okay, don't say so much if you are a friend."

Zhou Nan nodded, his eyes were still a little red, and said to him: "That's not going to let Song Er invite you alone, when the forest is ready, the three of us will invite you together."

Weichen smiled slightly, and his tone was very strong: "Don't be so troublesome."

"That must be necessary!" Zhou Nan insisted: "The Lin Zi you saved was originally, even if Song Er and I do not invite you, Lin Zi must invite you."

"The three of you will ask me for a meal." Weichen said, "Please separate."

Zhou Nan was stunned and wanted to ask why, but when I thought about it, I felt that it was the same. At least three meals sounded more sincere than one.

Before, he always felt that Weichen was like the princes in the deepest part of the compound. He was alienated and arrogant when he looked good. This time he talked to him and realized that he had misunderstood him.

Song Xuanhe asked: "Did the doctor say how long the operation will take?"

"No." Zhou Nan said: "But a doctor came out before and said that there was nothing serious."

Song Xuanhe nodded, and just as he was about to continue to ask, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and thought of the few people who had just pulled him. He pursed his mouth and put the phone back in his pocket.

However, when he didn't answer the phone, he kept calling, and the bell rang over and over again. Zhou Nan couldn't help asking, "Who?"

Song Xuan pursed the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "My dad."

Zhou Nan nodded when he heard this and stopped asking. Song Xuan and not answering Song Guochao's phone calls were normal.

He turned his head and continued to speak with Weichen: "Count it all, you not only saved Lin Zi, but also Song Er. Last time Zhou Rong had a problem, I couldn't make it through the road. If you didn't pass it in time, Song Er now I can't stand here anymore, you saved our two lives alone, and I'll make the decision for this brother."

Hearing the ringing of the cell phone, Weichen raised his eyebrows at Zhou Nan and said, "I always thought we were friends."

"It's not just friends." Zhou Nan grabbed Weichen by the shoulders and said, "We are good buddies now."

Song Xuanhe's ringtone was still ringing, Zhou Nan turned around after speaking, "Your dad is really persevering. My dad usually makes two calls to me and I break the phone without answering. Your dad is so patient."

Weichen also looked at Song Xuanhe, curled his lips and said: "The noise in this hospital is not good, or else you have to turn your hands off."

Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said to Zhou Nan, "I'll answer the phone."

After speaking, he took out his phone and walked away.

Zhou Nan was stunned, pointing to Song Xuanhe’s back and said: "It’s weird. This is the first time I have seen Song Er answer his dad’s phone. It turns out that I called him before and he didn’t answer me. Playing less."

The smile on Weichen's face faded, and he whispered: "He doesn't want to pick it up, it's useless for you to call it."

...

Walking to the secluded corner, Song Xuanhe clicked to connect Jian, and whispered, "What's the matter?"

"Are you OK?"

Song Xuan sneered and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

This time, Xiao Yuanmu didn't fight him mutely. His cold voice was a bit tight. Listening carefully, you can hear a trace of anger and worry: "In that situation, you couldn't help you in the past. In this case, is it possible? Shouldn't you ensure your safety first?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, with a skillful tone of voice: "Unexpectedly, the young master of the Xiao family, who is more than 10,000 kilometers away, is so well informed. It has not been less than two hours since the car accident. There must be a time difference in real-time reports. I saw the reporter, but Young Master Xiao knew so quickly, which shows that I am really worried about my safety."

In the last sentence, Song Xuanhe emphasized his tone, word by word, and the sarcasm passed into Xiao Yuanmu's ears.

"Song Xuanhe." Xiao Yuanmu put his hand on his side tightly and said: "I don't think this is what my person did wrong."

"Right." Song Xuanhe's eyes were full of coldness, and he sneered and said: "How could your people be wrong? When you put them by my side and stared at my every move, there was nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong with what you reported. How could it be possible that something went wrong to protect my safety and prevent me from saving my friend?"

Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyelashes, and the depressed gloomy coldness all over his body made Louis who came in trying to urge him to interrupt the meeting time and was stunned. He stepped back and said to Yang Jie: "What's wrong with him?"

Yang Jie also just came in, but he knew more than Louis, because the people on the Chinese side reported to him first, and he decided to interrupt the meeting and tell Xiao Yuanmu.

However, he thought Xiao Yuanmu should be worried at the moment, so he called Louis to relax him, but he didn't expect the situation to be different from what he imagined.

Yang Jie hadn't seen such an emotional Xiao Yuanmu for a long time.

"Let's go." Yang Jie whispered to Louis: "Let's go out."

Louis also knew that it was not suitable to stay at this time, and followed Yang Jie quietly in and quietly closed the office door.

Having not heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice, Song Xuanhe took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger that was rolling in his chest and other extremely complex emotions that had been accumulated for a long time, calmly said: "I don't want to talk to you now, I first……"

"My stomach hurts..."

Song Xuanhe was taken aback and opened his mouth, but still did not say the last word.

"I don't know when it will start." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "When I encounter tension, disgust, and rejection, my stomach hurts, but I can bear it every time, but I just heard your voice. Before, I thought I couldn't help it this time."

Song Xuanhe squeezed the phone tightly, not knowing why he felt a sourness hitting the tip of his nose and eye sockets, very inexplicable.

"But it's fine to hear your voice." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his head slightly, looking at his hand on his stomach: "But when you just said those things, I hurt again."

"Song Xuanhe." Xiao Yuanmu pursed his pale lips, and his hands over his stomach pressed tightly against the churning stomach. For the first time, he felt that his stomach hurts so unbearably: "I'm afraid you have an accident. "

When Xiao Yuanmu's hoarse voice said the word "fear", Song Xuan and his hand holding the phone burst into blue veins. The sore eye sockets turned red for an instant. His Adam's apple rolled and took a deep breath before saying: "I won't have an accident."

Xiao Yuanmu twitched his lips and said, "But I dare not take the slightest risk."

"I always have one." Xiao Yuanmu's hands tightened while covering his stomach, his waist curled slightly, but his voice could not be heard except for hoarseness: "You may leave my illusion at any time, Song Xuanhe, can you Promise you will never leave me?"

Song Xuan opened his mouth with a little smile from the corners of his mouth. He cast his gaze into the distance, looking at a point of nothingness, and said: "We are talking about the problem that you sent someone to follow me, Xiao Yuanmu, your trick of changing the subject is not as good as once. Once again."

"Then do you love me?"

Xiao Yuanmu's voice could hardly be heard before, it was extremely low and hoarse.

Song Xuan said peacefully, "Where are you now? Does the stomach hurt very much? Where is Yang Jie?"

"Company." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were frustrated, and his back straightened again after being slightly bent, answering his questions one by one: "It doesn't hurt much anymore, Yang Jie is in a meeting."

"Then you immediately call the secretary in and give you some stomach medicine, or take you to the hospital."

"It's useless." The stomach pain is much slower than before, and he has reached the point where he can adapt. He walked to the French window and looked in the distant direction with a dumb voice: "Are you not angry anymore?"

——Are you not angry anymore?

Song Xuanhe leaned against the wall, his voice soft but serious: "Okay."

I don't know if it is answering the person across the phone, or the boy who pretended to be cold a long time ago.

The author has something to say: This father is not his father, but they are all fathers who have been called.