Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Song Xuanhe looked down at Xiao Huang next to the stool. Xiao Huang also tilted his head to look at him curiously.

One person and one dog looked at each other for ten seconds, and Song Xuanhe asked, "Do you know me?"

Xiao Huang changed his head and his squirt eyes were watery.

Song Xuanhe raised his head and said to Xiao Yuanmu: "It doesn't know me, you are wrong."

Xiao Yuanmu supported his chin with one hand, and when he saw Song Xuanhe finished speaking, he quietly ate the noodles. A little fat dog who started barking barking again with his eyes no longer divided between his legs, a dim light flashed across his eyes, low. Voice: "Can I ask you a question?"

Song Xuanhe happened to finish his last noodle, and was wiping his mouth at this moment. After hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he raised his head to look at Xiao Yuanmu with a slight alert.

Xiao Yuanmu was amused by his expression, but the corner of his mouth only lifted up for a moment and then pressed down. His hand supporting his chin was placed on the table naturally, his five fingers were slightly bent, only the index finger was raised a little bit impenetrably. When it knocked on the table and made an inaudible sound, Xiao Yuanmu said: "When Xiao Shenglin had an accident, why did you seem to have a premonition?"

Song Xuanhe tightened his hand holding the chopsticks, his expression calm and dazed: "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Just curious." The corners of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth curled up slightly, but no smile could be seen in the dark eyes. "I don't know why, I feel that you seem to be able to predict things that will happen in the future."

"How is it possible?" Song Xuanhe sneered, with disbelief and ridicule in his eyes: "Are you watching too many TV series? Foresee the future...Should you say that you have been watching too many fairy tales recently?"

Song Xuan and every subtle expression fell in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. He lowered his eyes to constrict the dim light under his eyes, his tone could not distinguish his emotions: "I also hope that I think too much."

"Of course you think too much."

Song Xuanhe tightened his hand holding the napkin, but the smile on his face remained the same. He said, "Maybe it’s because of the Xiao family’s too many things that put you under pressure, so you have some hallucinations or do some strange things. dream."

"you know me well."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, his tone a little unclear.

For some reason, Song Xuan and inexplicably wanted to avoid Xiao Yuanmu's sight, but he knew how keen Xiao Yuanmu was. At this time, once he made any expressions related to guilty conscience, he might notice something.

So Song Xuanhe didn't dodge or avoid, and stared at Xiao Yuanmu: "It seems to know you better than I thought."

Xiao Yuanmu: "I always thought that your eyes were always lying."

Song Xuan and his heart beat, but they still waited calmly for Xiao Yuanmu's next words.

Who knows that Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything, just got up and said: "It's late, get ready to rest."

Song Xuan and the corners of his mouth moved, and in the end he resisted the urge to ask Xiao Yuanmu what exactly that sentence just meant, and pretended to follow behind Xiao Yuanmu as if nothing had happened, but there was a little uneasiness in his heart increase.

This anxiety ceased instantly after walking into a room that looked like the master bedroom.

"Am I sleeping here?" Song Xuanhe stood still at the door.

Xiao Yuanmu turned around and nodded lightly.

Song Xuanhe: "How about you?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "There is only one bed in my house."

The meaning is very obvious.

Song Xuanhe sneered: "Then you let me come to your house?"

"Under normal circumstances, couples live in the same house and sleep in the same bed." Xiao Yuanmu said: "This should be known when you acquiesce that we should follow a normal couple's way of getting along."

"My default is that we have broken up."

"Then why did you come to break up the *blocked keyword* friend's apartment."

Song Xuanhe hugged his arms and said in a tone that had no leeway: "I sleep on the sofa and you sleep in your own room."

"The sofa is Xiao Huang's place." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "If you want to sleep with it, I have no opinion."

Song Xuan and Bai went back to the living room at a glance. Sure enough, they saw Xiao Huang lying quietly on the sofa. They were very excited to see him coming, and they stood up directly on the sofa and bounced to welcome him.

Song Xuanhe and Xiao Huang looked at each other for a long time, before finally turning around and returning to Xiao Yuanmu's room.

Xiao Yuanmu finished the shower. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of pajamas and was wiping his hair. Seeing Song Xuanhe came in, even his expression did not change. It seemed that he had known this result a long time ago.

"The new bath towels and toothbrushes are in the bathroom, and the pajamas are also new, you can use them."

Song Xuanhe nodded, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Song Xuanhe seldom thinks about things that have already been decided. Since he decided to sleep in the same bed with Xiao Yuanmu for the whole night, he would no longer twitch.

The bathroom in Xiao Yuanmu’s room is very large. In the center of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window is a new jacuzzi, and newspapers, books and tablets are placed on the shelf next to it. Song Xuanhe glanced at it and secretly said workaholics before changing his clothes. The shower room, took a hurried bath.

After taking a shower, I saw the folded pajamas on the shelf. Song Xuanhe thought Xiao Yuanmu hadn't worn it, but only when he put it on it was discovered that it was his size, and the buttoned hands couldn't help but pause.

Even the style and material are his favorites.

[Did Xiao Yuanmu notice something?

Just when Song Xuanhe finished buttoning the last button, the system said in his mind: [He just asked you if those words already doubted you?

Song Xuanhe looked at himself in the mirror whose cheeks were a little pink due to moisture, picked up the hair dryer and blew his hair, and said lightly: [Perceive what?

[I have the ability to predict?Or do I have a system?

The system solemnly said: [Based on the data, it can be concluded that Xiao Yuanmu knows that the possibility of you having a system is almost zero, because there is no such material in the knowledge he has acquired.

[Then what are you worried about?

The system fell silent, and when he saw Song Xuan and his leg lifted to go out, he said: [I noticed that you and Xiao Yuanmu are having more and more influence on each other. In addition to the mood swing value, there are many hidden data, I Worry that you will change your decision.

[What decision?After Song Xuanhe asked, he stunned, and said slightly: [My decision is not that easy to change, and you don't want me to stay in this world, if I change my mind, you should be happy.

[I am the system.The system emphasized one’s own identity and said: I can’t feel your human emotions, but my data comprehensively compares your situation in the two worlds and tell me that you stay in this world than you return to your own The world is more favorable.

[What is advantageous?

System: [This involves a lot of data, some data I can’t tell you directly, you probably don’t understand it, but there is a set of data I can tell you that after you stay in this world, your emotional value in the future will be better than yours After returning to his own world, the emotional value of the future life will be 36.76% higher.

Song Xuan and raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised: [It seems that I can live happily by keeping this world.

you can say so.

However, Song Xuanhe's expression turned cold. [Emotional value is the calculation method of your system. Only I can judge whether I am happy or not.

Song Xuanhe ignored the system and opened the bathroom door.

At the moment the door was opened, the system asked: [Can you really judge whether you will be happy?

Song Xuan paused with his footsteps and walked to the other side of the bed with a calm expression under Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and sat down.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu looking this way, Song Xuanhe opened a corner of the quilt and got in and said, "I'm asleep, good night."

Xiao Songxuan pulled the quilt to his ears, revealing only the top of his hairy head that had just been dried.

Xiao Yuanmu stared at his head for a few seconds, put down the book in his hand, turned off the light and opened the quilt and went to sleep.

The moonlight effortlessly passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, sprinkled on the floor of the large but empty room, and also caged the two people sleeping on each side of the bed under the soft light.

Xiao Yuanmu stretched out his hand, tore off Song Xuanhe's quilt a little, and dragged him into his arms when he turned his head.

Song Xuanhe kicked him in a fierce tone: "What are you doing? Let go."

Xiao Yuanmu raised a leg to press the leg he was about to kick, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his forehead to look at him: "You are not happy to sleep with me?"

"I'm not happy if you hold me." Song Xuanhe earned a bit. After he came into this world, he didn't exercise much. He couldn't earn Xiao Yuanmu at all, so he could only stare at him: "Let go."

"Then why are you unhappy coming out of the bathroom."

Xiao Yuanmu's voice was low and deep, and the moonlight transitioned by Qing Lingling gave Song Xuanhe the illusion that his voice was very gentle.

When Song Xuanhe just slept in a strange bed, Song Xuanhe always felt awkward in any sleeping position, but at this time he found that Xiao Yuanmu was unexpectedly comfortable in his arms. In that case, Song Xuanhe didn't bother to move anymore, just in this position. He closed his eyes and said, "I am not upset."

"You know me very well." Xiao Yuanmu said in his ear: "It's like I know you."

Song Xuanhe's eyelashes trembled, and then said, "I don't know you as much as you think."

"But I know you better than you think."

"Really?" Song Xuanhe became interested, changed his posture and lay face to face with Xiao Yuanmu, jokingly: "Tell me, what am I thinking now?"

Xiao Yuanmu fixedly looked at his clear eyes, the moonlight seemed to have brought countless stars, all of which were installed in his smiling eyes. Between the stars was his figure, clear and real, which made people addicted.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu just staring at him and not talking, Song Xuan and bent his eyes, "Can't guess?"

"Since you can't guess, don't say it...well."

Xiao Yuanmu's kiss came without warning. He only gently stayed at the corner of Song Xuanhe's mouth for a second, and then kissed his eyes upward.

With a warm touch against his thin eyelids, Song Xuan paused with the movement of pinching his fist and raising it. Before he came to remember to feel more deeply, he felt that the warmth had left.

Xiao Yuanmu's hand was wrapped in his fisted hand, and a low laugh came from him: "I guess you want to hit me now."

Song Xuan opened his eyes peacefully, and met Xiao Yuanmu's smiling eyes, and took out the hand held by him, and said blankly: "You guessed it wrong, I just got itchy fists."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't open him, but kissed the corner of his eye again, his gaze fell on the blue and black under his eyes, and he whispered: "Go to sleep, good night."

Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's extraordinarily gentle expression under the moonlight, squeezed the corner of his mouth and turned his back to him, before closing his eyes to sleep.

*

When Song Xuanhe woke up the next day, Xiao Yuanmu was no longer in the apartment.

A note on the bedside was Xiao Yuanmu's handwriting: Breakfast is on the table, call me if you have anything to do, or come to the company to find me.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, put the note down, yawned, and went into the bathroom. Only after washing up did he feel more awake.On the table were fried buns, porridge, and orange juice. Song Xuanhe ate a little while warming it up, packed his things and went out.

After returning to the hotel where he had stayed in City Y for a few days, Song Xuan and swiping the card only realized that they couldn't open the door of their room.

Song Xuanhe went back downstairs to inquire. Before even speaking, he saw the room manager rushing in and apologized to him immediately: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Song, our staff originally arranged to deliver your luggage to you at ten o'clock. The apartment, but because the bellman who woke up accidentally fell into your suitcase while packing up the luggage, it took us some time to clean up, so that we just set off now."

Song Xuan frowned and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

However, before he asked, I heard the manager continue to say: "This is all the responsibility of our hotel. We will try our best to compensate you for your loss. In order to express our apologies, we will compensate you for 30 days without a deadline If you have any other requirements for the executive suite, please let us know."

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Who is your boss?"

Even though the manager was puzzled, he still replied: "Mr. Louis Brown."

Song Xuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said with a chuckle, "Tell you boss, you don't need to compensate for my room voucher, just lend me his apartment for a few days."

The manager was taken aback. Just when he wanted to speak, he saw Song Xuanhe had left without looking back.

On the other side, on a rare relaxing morning, Louis who was chatting with Yang Jie suddenly received a call from the manager of the family hotel.

Remembering that Xiao Yuanmu rarely asked him to help in the morning, Louis interrupted the chat with Yang Jie and happily entered Xiao Yuanmu's office.

"If Yang Jie is here." Xiao Yuanmu said without looking up: "He will let you knock on the door."

Louis shrugged and said, "He's not here, so you told me what he was going to say."

Xiao Yuanmu put down the things in his hand, raised his head and said, "What's the matter?"

"I think Song has gotten up."

Louis picked up the red wine he had been looking at for a long time and opened it, then poured himself a glass of red wine, walked to the sofa to sit down, and sipped gently: "Don't you need to call him?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes fell on the red wine he was going to give to Song Xuanhe but was opened by Louis at this time. Thinking of what he was helping in the morning, his voice fell a few degrees: "If you have something to say, please."

"The hotel manager called me, I think Song went to the hotel to find him."

"then."

"Then?" Louis drank, then coughed after a few seconds: "Then I will come to you right away..."

Before Xiao Yuanmu got up, Louis hurriedly called the hotel manager's phone back and directly turned on the amplifier.

An unfamiliar male voice came: "Mr. Brown."

Louis raised his eyebrows at Xiao Yuanmu, and said to the other side of the phone: "It's me, what's the matter?"

"You asked me to check out for Mr. Song today and send the luggage to the apartment in Central Park. We delayed a little bit due to some mistakes, and it has been delivered now, but Mr. Song just came to the hotel."

"Oh?" Louis picked up the phone and walked towards Xiao Yuanmu, "What did he say?"

"He refused our compensation."

This is what Louis expected, and Xiao Yuanmu is not surprised, so neither of them feels surprised. Louis said: "Did he make a request?"

"Yes, Mr. Brown." The hotel manager said: "Mr. Song said, I hope you will lend him your apartment for a few days as compensation."

Louis:...

Louis took a step back, said something to the phone, and hung up when he knew it, until he walked three meters away from Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Song may not like your apartment. I said before. The apartment is too big and there is not the slightest breath of life, can not see the taste of the owner, he may have recognized my taste after seeing me yesterday, the designer, you know, sometimes in their opinion, suitable Taste may be more important than many things."

Xiao Yuanmu asked: "For example, what things?"

Louis stepped back again: "Love?"

Without waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to look over, Louis quickly left the office.

Xiao Yuanmu returned to his position. As soon as he picked up his cell phone, the bell rang, a strange number, but Xiao Yuanmu knew that this was Song Xuanhe's number in the United States.

Song Xuanhe went back to Central Park and wanted to take out his luggage, only to remember that he did not have the card of Xiao Yuanmu's apartment, so he could only make a call. At this moment, he was sitting on a chair in the park and the old white-haired man walking by the dog passed by. A German hunting dog sniffed and sniffed, and when he reached Song Xuan and beside him, he screamed vigorously.

"Wow!" He looked fierce.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, said in his heart that he really hated all the creatures who liked barking, and then looked away.

At this time, Xiao Yuanmu's voice came: "Where are you?"

Song Xuanhe was brought back to his thoughts by Xiao Yuanmu's voice, and said, "In the park downstairs of your house, a dog is barking at me. I suspect it is because I smell like a fat man."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I have been very busy lately and have not been with Xiao Huang for a walk. If you have time now, can you take it for a walk in the park? It has not been out for a long time. pass."

"I don't have time now." Song Xuanhe refused, and then said: "I called you to ask you why I just left my room without my consent."

Xiao Yuanmu's tone revealed a hint of surprise: "Your room has been retired?"

Song Xuanhe: "Do you think I will believe that you don't know this matter?"

"I just found out." Xiao Yuanmu said: "Louis came in five minutes ago and told me."

"Oh?" Song Xuanhe said in a curious tone blankly: "He is your friend and partner, but he has only one side with me, so why did he help me withdraw my room? I'm curious ."

Xiao Yuanmu said: "You can come to the company and ask him, he is in the company now."

Song Xuanhe: "No need."

"Then you take Xiao Huang San for a walk." Xiao Yuanmu's tone was lighter, as if he was a little guilty: "There are too many things between the company and the Xiao family during this period. It has not been out for more than a month."

"I've never walked a dog." Song Xuanhe said: "Maybe I lost it in the blink of an eye."

Hearing Song Xuanhe's tone softened a little, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flashed with a smile and said, "He is very good and likes you very much, so he won't be lost."

Song Xuanhe made one last struggle: "If I lose it, I won't be responsible."

"I'll greet the people downstairs, you go straight in, Xiao Huang's rope is on the low shelf in the hallway, if you can't find it, tell Xiao Huang to go out and play, and it will find it by itself."

Song Xuanhe got up, "I see."

Xiao Yuanmu greeted him, and Song Xuanhe soon went upstairs with the help of the doorman. As soon as he walked in, he saw Xiao Huang rushing over enthusiastically, jumping around him trying to let him touch.

Thinking of what Xiao Yuanmu said just now, Song Xuanhe was very suspicious that looking at the silly dog ​​with low IQ in front of him could find a dog leash, so he squatted down and said, "Now you can add food, but you have to find it yourself. Dog food."

Xiao Huang rolled around on the ground, and when she twisted to Song Xuanhe's side, she arched him vigorously, hoping that he would touch its belly.

Song Xuan rubbed it with disgust, and continued: "You can eat as much as you want now. After eating, I will take you for a walk, as long as you can find something to eat."

Xiao Huang jumped up instantly, ran to the hallway, took out a dog leash, and shook his tail vigorously.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, it seemed that this silly dog ​​could only understand and go out to play.

However, the next second after Song Xuanhe took the rope, Xiao Huang turned around and ran towards the kitchen, arching the dining room chair and pitting the paper to the side of the cabinet very purposefully, and with a short leg, he pulled the chair and threw a few times. After standing on the chair, he bit open a drawer and took out a packet of dog food from the inside. After the dog food fell on the ground, he even knew to close the drawer before jumping off the chair.

Song Xuanhe was stunned. When Xiao Huang finished his dog food and came with his exclusive dog food bowl, he was still thinking whether he had seen too few dogs since he was a child, or the more obese the smarter the dog. .

Xiao Huang yelled at him, flicked his tail and ran inside again. Song Xuanhe stood there and saw what it could pick out. He stopped when he saw it halfway and kept screaming at him.

After Xiao Huang ran back and yelled a few times, Song Xuanhe barely understood its meaning and followed it through the living room into the room next to the master bedroom.

Song Xuanhe knew that this was Xiao Yuanmu's study, and he stopped entering after standing at the door. However, Xiao Huang shouted joyfully at Xiao Yuanmu's desk, as if something very tempting was tempting it. .

"Wow!"

Xiao Huang ran over and started to rush Song Xuan and wagging his tail, turning around to look at the direction of the desk while shaking, his eyes full of expectation.

"I don't think Xiao Yuanmu will put your snacks in the study." Song Xuan said peacefully, "Let's go, go for a walk."

Xiao Huang didn't understand, but looked at him blankly, and saw that he was unmoved and ran to the desk and called to the desk cabinet, screaming while watching him.

Song Xuanhe had no choice but to walk in. After seeing the documents on the table, he looked away and opened the cabinet that Xiao Huang had been pulling with his paws but couldn't open his eyes without squinting.

——There are several individual small packages inside, all in English, it seems to be chicken, sticks and beef jerky, all for pets.

Xiao Huang became excited in an instant, screaming like a baby, and let Song Xuanhe feel to take it apart for him to eat.

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, took a beef jerky and opened it to feed it, and then planned to close the drawer, but when he glanced over the familiar kraft paper cover under the snack bag, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

If he read it right, this should be the sketch book he put in the study and disappeared somehow. In addition to some design drafts, there are many portraits of Xiao Yuanmu.

However, how could the sketchbook he disappeared here in Xiao Yuanmu?