Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Five days later, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu finally returned to City Y.

I originally planned to fly directly to city y, but at that time Song Xuan and the wound were already infected. Dr. Nathan suggested that it is better to let Song Xuan and the neighboring country z to stabilize the wound in country x and rest for a few days before returning to city y, so Ignoring Song Xuanhe's protests, Xiao Yuanmu stayed in Country Z for three days and made sure everything was stable before leaving for City Y.

y City Municipal Hospital.

After Dr. Nathan changed Song Xuanhe's medicine, it didn't take long for him to bring someone to Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe looked at the person coming, smiled at him, and said, "Long time no see, Doctor Yu."

"Mr. Song." Yu Yan nodded coldly, "I heard the teacher say that you and I are old friends, but I remember we only met a few times."

"But Zhou Nan and I are good friends." Song Xuan and lip curled said: "Please sit down."

Yu Yan's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and then sat down beside him. Doctor Nathan smiled and said something was wrong before leaving.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Song Xuanhe glanced at the closed door and said, "I know you worked in the Xiao family before, so I want to ask you about the current situation of the Xiao family."

"I only stayed in Xiao's house for a month." Yu Yan said, "I don't know the situation of Xiao's house."

"Is the person who embarrassed you before is Xiao Baicong's person?" Song Xuanhe asked, "There are several doctors in the Xiao family. Is the person in charge of each doctor different?"

"I can't answer your first question." Yu Yan said: "Secondly, I can tell you that the Xiao family has its own medical team, and each doctor has its own field of professional responsibility. It is not a private owner of the Xiao family. Doctors."

"But there are also masters who are better or more familiar." Song Xuan said in peace: "Otherwise, there will be troublesome events."

"This has nothing to do with the Xiao family, it's just a situation that is unavoidable in every workplace." Yu Yan looked lightly: "If there is competition between peers, there will be suppression, which is very normal."

Song Xuan and raised his eyebrows: "Then why are you alone with Xiao Yuanmu now?"

"Because Dr. Nathan is my teacher." Yu Yan said: "If you want to know something, I suggest you ask Mr. Xiao instead of me. If he wants you to know, you can know everything, if he doesn't want you If you know it, it’s useless to ask me. I know that your relationship and things between couples cannot last long if they need to be explained by others."

In the last sentence, Yu Yan's expression sank a little, obviously thinking of something.

Song Xuanhe knows what kind of personality Zhou Nan is, and also knows that Zhou Nan's relationship with Yu Yan is indeed irreconcilable. As Zhou Nan's friend, he also wants to poke Yu Yan’s pain, so he changed the topic Said: "Do you know how to speed up the wound after infection? And I suddenly want to eat boiled fish fillets, can I eat it?"

"I heard from the teacher that you are in good health. Now that the wound has been treated, you can go back for training soon. It does not take much time to heal. The boiled fish should be eaten after you are healed."

Yu Yan stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go out first."

Song Xuanhe nodded, and then said, "My phone was taken away by Xiao Yuanmu. If it is convenient, please tell Zhou Nan that I am in city Y, but don't tell him my current situation, please. Up."

Yu Yan paused, pursing his mouth to refuse, but seeing Xiao Yuanmu push the door and enter, he swallowed what he said to Xiao Yuanmu, and left the ward with a light nod to Xiao Yuanmu.

"You have something to do with Yu Yan?" Xiao Yuanmu walked to Song Xuanhe, put the porridge just cooked on the table, and said while opening the lid of the insulation box: "The chicken porridge you want to drink."

"The meat is so little." Song Xuanhe picked up the spoon and stirred, and said with low eyes: "I wanted to ask him about your condition in the Xiao family. I didn't expect him to reveal a word."

Xiao Yuanmu took out the prepared side dishes one by one and put them in front of Song Xuan and the porridge bowl, and said lightly, "Just ask me what you want to know."

Song Xuanhe put down his spoon: "How is your father and Patriarch Xiao's health now?"

"It's still being treated." Xiao Yuanmu sat down on the other side of the table, his tone difficult to distinguish: "His doctors are very careful, and he is in good condition now."

"You took so much time to find me in Country X, don't you need to see him?"

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, looked at Song Xuan and the drooping eyelashes, and said, "Your wound has never healed before, so I have never told you."

"What?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and collided with Xiao Yuanmu's eyes.

"Dr. Nathan said that you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I have sent someone to clean up my apartment. You will move directly to my apartment tomorrow."

Song Xuan and Tongren shook for a moment, and Gu left and right said to him: "I am a gunshot wound, can I recover so quickly?"

"Your wound did not hurt internal organs or bones, and you recovered quickly." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "Now that the infection has been dealt with, you only need to wait for the wound to heal. After you go back, someone will change your dressing."

"I think……"

"Don't you like hospitals?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him and said, "Or you just don't want to live with me?"

"No." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips: "If you leave the hospital tomorrow, please leave the hospital tomorrow."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded, watching Song Xuan and drinking porridge quietly.

After Song Xuanhe finished drinking, he cleaned up the table and waited for people to clear everything out, before saying, "When your wound is healed, I will make you what you want to eat."

Song Xuanhe leaned on the pillow, raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu, suddenly thought of something, a trace of malicious intent flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Do everything?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Song Xuan and his eyes flickered. He stretched out his hand to hook Xiao Yuanmu's neck, and stared straight at his lips, with a little bit of vigor at the end of his eyes: "Guess."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened, and he leaned forward and kissed his lips. In order not to pull his wounds like last time, between his lips, teeth, and each other, he did not forget to keep pressing Song Xuan and not let him mess. Move, kiss and whisper: "You can eat whatever you want."

After the two separated, Xiao Yuanmu opened the computer office he brought with him as usual, while Song Xuanhe took his camera to look at the photos he took before, and occasionally inspired to draw a picture on paper, but only needed more than five. Minutes, Xiao Yuanmu's line of sight will be swept away, and then Song Xuanhe put down Bibi leaning back on the pillow wittily. Because this was the operation these days, Song Xuanhe's movements are very familiar.

"Don't move."

Xiao Yuanmu only gave a faint reminder, and then resumed his work.

Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, picked up the sketchbook in front of him, and drew on Xiao Yuanmu who was working.

Xiao Yuanmu looked up, and before he could even speak, Song Xuanhe said, "The sketch I drew, two minutes."

"Don't involve the wound."

Xiao Yuanmu continued to work with his head down. After Song Xuan and Shuahua finished the sketches, he looked forward. In the past few days in the hospital, he had spent countless pairs of Xiao Yuanmu's sketches, and each one was not delicate, but It vividly portrays his own shadow, allowing people to see the actions and mood of the person in the painting at a glance.

Once Louis saw Song Xuanhe’s paintings, it was very novel, because there were not only sketches in this book, but also some silent paintings based on memories and imagination, but no matter what, in Song Xuanhe’s paintings, Xiao Yuanmu’s The mood always becomes very understandable.

Song Xuanhe never deliberately portrayed his brows and eyes, but people who see the painting can understand Xiao Yuanmu's mood through this painting. This is a very magical experience.

The people in the paintings can recognize Xiao Yuanmu at a glance, and the movements of the people in the paintings have the usual shadow of Xiao Yuanmu, but they seem to be different from the Xiao Yuanmu they see.

——This is Xiao Yuanmu in Song Xuanhe's eyes.

Simple, pure, without a trace of obscurity and unpredictability.

Louis asked Song Xuanhe: "How did you guess Xiao's mood through his unchanging expression and eyes that couldn't see any emotions, and how did you draw this painting? I suddenly felt Xiao It’s become very easy to understand. Nothing has changed, but everything has changed. If you can, can you paint me? I’m very curious what I will look like in your eyes."

Song Xuanhe originally planned to agree, because in his opinion, everyone in painting is practicing hands. However, before he agreed, Xiao Yuanmu came back, and he refused Louis's request for Song Xuanhe.

Xiao Yuanmu said: "He can only paint me."

Louis left angrily, and Song Xuanhe's notebook contained many sketches of Xiao Yuanmu in different situations. Xiao Yuanmu occasionally flipped through it, and frowned when he saw a painting, as if lost in thought.

Song Xuanhe once asked him: "Why do you frown when you look at my painting?"

Xiao Yuanmu didn't look away from the paintings in his hand, and said in a low voice, "What were you thinking about when you painted these paintings?"

"I didn't think about anything." Song Xuanhe said, "I was just painting."

Xiao Yuanmu asked again, "Then what did you think I was thinking when you painted me?"

"Work?" Song Xuanhe guessed: "Is the cooperation project successful? Is the project proposed by others feasible? Think about the next step..."

"No." Xiao Yuanmu interrupted Song Xuanhe lightly, spread the book in his hand to Song Xuanhe, and pointed to himself in the painting who was looking down and typing, and said: "I'm thinking of you."

Song Xuan was taken aback and did not answer.

Xiao Yuanmu continued: "You have been drawing for three minutes and fifteen seconds at that time, I was thinking about whether to remind you."

Song Xuan paused, and Xiao Yuanmu opened the next picture. The man in the painting raised his eyes to look at the person outside the painting. His eyebrows were sharp but his eyes were not sharp, but with a touch of softness: "This is what you said like a baby When I want to eat mango."

Song Xuanhe coughed, frowned and asked, "When did I act like a baby?"

"You told me that if you don't eat mango, the wound will get worse." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly: "Isn't this acting like a baby?"

"Then you think about me in this picture?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows angrily.

"I was thinking, if I gave you mangoes, would you give me a kiss, just like you bribed me when you said you wanted to eat chicken thighs?"

Song Xuanhe's eyes widened: "I was just an accident that time!"

That time he just finished changing the medicine, and while playing on his mobile phone, he happened to see a photo of chicken drumstick rice sent by someone else. The photo was very tempting, so that he had been eating too lightly for a while. Song Xuan and coveted it. Mu mentioned the request, Xiao Yuanmu refused him without even thinking about it, and even said unfeelingly: "Not only can you not eat today, you can't touch anything greasy and spicy until your wound is fully recovered, I will see. To you."

Song Xuanhe was strictly guarded by him for a few days. In addition, he had some worries and frustrated for a long time. When he was unhappy, he asked him, "Are you not going to work? Is it possible that you can stay here at all times and not let others I'll buy."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and said, "I have arranged a dozen people here and there, no one can avoid my people to give you food."

Song Xuanhe knew that he couldn't tell him. He pulled up the quilt and wanted to lie down, but he forgot that he still had a needle in his hand. As soon as he moved the blood, the blood flowed back quickly. Even the needle on his arm moved. Xiao Yuanmu saw it. He quickly wanted to compress his wound and then called the doctor over, but he did not expect that Song Xuanhe would be unstable when he was half-sitting. There was originally a wound on his waist. At this time, Xiao Yuanmu pulled him and immediately let out The strength fell on him.

After this fall, Xiao Yuanmu went to help him again, and the two of them accidentally bumped into each other, and their mouths were gently wiped.

Song Xuanhe didn't expect that Xiao Yuanmu would actually say that he deliberately kissed him and wanted to bribe him, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not going to bribe you for a chicken leg."

Xiao Yuanmu said: "I will miss you because you kissed me."

A word that was plain and without any ups and downs was more ascetic when he was uttered by his clear voice, but Song Xuanhe instantly turned red and stopped arguing with him.

Afterwards, every time he paints, Song Xuanhe always thinks what Xiao Yuanmu said: I am thinking of you.

As he drew and drew, Song Xuanhe lost consciousness. Five minutes passed without knowing it. When Xiao Yuanmu raised his head, he saw Song Xuanhe's eyes wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking. The action of holding the sketchbook didn't seem to affect The muscles in the waist should not affect the wound.

But he still reminded him: "Five minutes."

Song Xuan regained his senses peacefully, but before he got completely out of his memories just now, he blurted out a word without thinking: "Are you thinking of me?"

Xiao Yuanmu's typing fingers paused and hung in the air.

Song Xuanhe reacted in an instant. He looked away and said, "The look you just seemed to miss me, but I think it’s better to work hard when you work. After all, I’m just sitting here. You don’t need much. miss you."

"Then what were you thinking about?"

Xiao Yuanmu closed the computer, crossed his fingers against his chin, and his long straight eyelashes faced Song Xuanhe's direction, and his dark eyes flashed dimly.

"What am I thinking?" Song Xuanhe blinked, with an innocent expression: "You should know that I don't think about anything when I paint."

Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and said, "I thought you were thinking of me."

"You are right in front of me." Song Xuanhe said, "Is there anything else I can think of."

Xiao Yuanmu asked: "You mean, will you think about it when I am away?"

Song Xuan choked for a while, and reluctantly said, "Occasionally I might think about it."

"Under what circumstances?"

Hearing that Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be interested in this topic, Song Xuanhe covered his wound, frowning and said: "I lie down for a while, the wound is a little uncomfortable, call me when I eat."

With that said, he had already put the sketchbook on the table, drew back into the quilt and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yuanmu smiled across his eyes and chuckled softly: "Good afternoon."

Song Xuanhe didn't say anything, and seemed to be asleep.

The warm air of the air-conditioning was flowing, and Xiao Yuanmu's keyboard tapping sounded softly, and occasionally he could smell the cold fragrance floating in the air, almost vain, that was the smell of Xiao Yuanmu's body.

Song Xuanhe closed his eyes, breathing in the air that could barely smell the smell of disinfectant water, and listening to the continuous soft sound not far away, it was like the air was full of leisurely and comfortable comfort and warmth, making his eyebrows stretched. A little bit into deep sleep.

Not far away, the sound of Xiao Yuanmu's typing on the keyboard stopped. He slowly got up and walked to the side of Song Xuan and the bed. After watching for a long time, he dropped a light kiss on the corner of his slightly hooked mouth, and then returned to where he was. The position continues to work.