Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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In a blink of an eye, he met a pair of dark and clear eyes, and Song Xuan paused with the cold expression on his face. The expressions in his eyes flickered for a moment, thinking that what he had just said might have been heard by Xiao Yuanmu, and the tips of his ears became a little red. , But the face still looks like nothing has happened.

He nodded lightly, as if he did not unexpectedly appear suddenly, his tone was extremely calm: "You are back."

Xiao Yuanmu fixedly looked at him, with a thousand indistinguishable emotions under his eyes, rolling fiercely, seeing Song Xuan and Tongren shaking down, trying to look away.

A second before he looked away, Xiao Yuanmu stepped forward and hugged him tightly in his arms, with his chin resting on his shoulder blades, and then his soft and cold lips pressed against his neck, his voice With a hint of roughness and dumbness: "I'm back."

I don’t know why, Xiao Yuanmu at this time gave him a fragile and warm illusion, but even if he knew that it was an illusion, Song Xuanhe slowly raised his hand and landed on his head, gently rubbing it. He stopped, and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

Xiao Yuanmu held Song Xuanhe quietly, feeling the body temperature on his body, remembering the nightmare that made him unable to close his eyes three nights ago, and couldn't help holding him tighter.

"Yuan Mu..."

Mrs. Xiao stood aside. This was the first time she had seen her elder son show such a dependent and soft look and gesture, which made her forget the panic, and instead fell into a kind of astonishment and sourness.

Her feelings for Xiao Yuanmu are actually a bit complicated. In the first few years of Xiao Yuanmu’s disappearance, she was looking for him almost frantically, even though she knew very well that someone hiding in the dark was maliciously taken away from Xiao’s home. The chance that her son will survive is slim, but she hasn't given up for a second.

Later, Xiao Lin adopted another child to appease her. The child was well-behaved and didn't talk too much, but she knew that it was not her child, and she could not accept that another child took possession of her missing son who should have enjoyed possession. everything of.So from the time that child appeared at home, she rejected that child very much.

The servants are very good at glances, and the child gradually no longer appears in front of her, but the absence of that child can't stop her from missing her missing son.

All this didn't end until she was pregnant with Xiao Bocong.

To have a little life again, beating with her heart in her body, experiencing ten months together, and then falling to the ground crying and croaking, she has more experience than when she was a mother for the first time. Because of the disappearance of the first child, she paid more attention to the second child and hardly dared to let Xiao Baicong leave her sight.

Later, Xiao Baizong grew up slowly, and she devoted all her efforts and feelings to him, so that she had no time to think about whether the missing eldest son was still alive, and if he did, how difficult and arduous life would he lead. She didn't dare to imagine everything.

Later, she forcibly cleaned up all the traces of the elder son in this home. From the albums and videos after his birth to the small toys, she was ordered to put them in the storage room. The traces of the elder son's existence were slow. It disappeared slowly, and her little son grew up a little bit. She began to believe that she actually only had a little angel raised by her baby.

She took care of Xiao Baicong carefully, watching him grow up from a little to a tall boy, but he was still warm and filial as always, which made her hurt in her heart. She often thought that she would give everything the best in the world. He, even if he doesn't want to inherit the Xiao family, she will help him with the current public opinion and pressure, and let him spend his life free and happy.

Only occasionally, she would look at her younger son in a trance, and would imagine what the elder son looks like at this time, whether he is as good as the younger son, and whether he can also afford to live without worry.

However, even if this idea only appeared for a moment, she would instantly dismiss it. She forced herself to forget all memories that might make her painful, and only hoped that their family of three could be as harmonious and happy as ordinary people.

But all this was broken after seeing the young man whose face was extremely similar to the younger brother who died young, but whose eyes were almost the same as those of the younger son.

Hardly any authoritative agency appraisal is needed. She knew that it was her child. It was the younger brother who loved to hold her back before he died and smiled to Xiao Lin and said that his nephew is like his uncle, and she will definitely like him like his elder brother. son.

Her eldest son is indeed very similar to her younger brother.

It reminded her almost instantly of the memories she had deliberately buried. It reminded her of the scene where her brother apologized to her, Xiao Lin, and Xiao Yuanmu who was missing. Her brother would Xiao Yuanmu. His disappearance was taken on him, because he was going to take Xiao Yuanmu to the garden to play, and then when he went upstairs to get things, Xiao Yuanmu was picked up by the servant he casually called to look after.

That incident was not only the knot of the younger brother, but also the knot of her and Xiao Lin. As Xiao Yuanmu’s parents, even if they knew clearly that this incident could not be blamed on the younger brother, no one would know about the servants of the Xiao family. People with ulterior motives will be mixed, but their missing son makes it difficult for them to smile at their younger brother.

The younger brother passed away with guilt, and she wanted to find her eldest son even more, thinking almost crazy. That was the darkest time she had ever had.

——It wasn't until Xiao Baizong was born that the darkness was dispelled.

She was really happy to be able to find Xiao Yuanmu back. This is not just her long-cherished hope, but also her brother's long-cherished wish.

But Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were too cold.

He is not like the child she imagined, even if she tried her best to get into a relationship with him, even if she tried to get close to them, even if she gave him everything she felt could make up for, but he There is still no temperature in the fundus.

This is a child who is not hot and has great ambition.

Upon learning that Xiao Yuanmu had relentlessly eliminated the people she had trained for Xiao Baizong in certain large companies in the Xiao family over the years, Mrs. Xiao came to this conclusion.

She saw that the confident and warm smile on the younger son’s face diminished a little, and saw that he had to take care of his studies while staying up all night to deal with countless things in the company, watching him lose a lot, and his eyes were darkened. When she asked her with a frustrated look, "Mom, am I really inferior to my brother?", she even felt a little dissatisfied with her resolute eldest son.

He has re, and everyone knows that his business talent is extremely high. He has already emerged and has a place in this circle. Even Xiao Lin and most of the Xiao family have secretly moved the heir’s Libra to his side. a lot of.

Why does he have so many things? Why can't he let Zong Cong be a little bit better? Why can't he be better to his younger brother so that she can be assured that even if she and Xiao Lin are not there in the future, Xiao Yuanmu, who has taken over the Xiao family, can Respectfully and supportively with Xiao Baizong brothers and sisters.

So she found Song Xuanhe, hoping that Song Xuanhe could persuade Xiao Yuanmu and give her an answer that would reassure her.

In fact, before Song Xuanhe said that, she never thought that there was something wrong with what she was thinking. She is a mother and she loves her two sons. What's wrong with hoping that they can live in harmony and help each other?Even though Xiao Bocong was struggling to fight for the right of inheritance before, he has given up now. Why is Xiao Yuanmu still not indifferent to him, and even occasionally can see that he is very indifferent to him.

That is his younger brother. They are the closest brothers in the world except their parents. How can she let their cold relationship continue?

But Song Xuanhe's words woke her up like a slap.

Xiao Bocong gave up his inheritance rights and was wronged. Then Xiao Yuanmu has not been wronged after more than 20 years of suffering outside?Xiao Bocong is the son of her and Xiao Lin who can openly fight and give up. Xiao Yuanmu is also their son. Why does he win the right of inheritance from the Xiao family but she thinks that is Xiao Baizong's concession?

Compared with Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Baicong already has too much, why does she think Xiao Yuanmu is ambitious?

After seeing the anger and distress in Song Xuanhe's eyes, and seeing Xiao Yuanmu embracing Song Xuanhe's full trust and fragility, she suddenly realized how ridiculous what she said was and how wrong it was.

From the bottom of her heart, she prefers the younger son. Why should the older son rely on her like the younger son? She doesn't have anything to rely on and trust.

Now, the eldest son who heard what she said just now, may not even give her the most basic trust and closeness.

However, can she give up the eldest son she finally found back?Can she watch him treat her in the strangest way?

She can't!She must think of a way to explain!

"Yuan Mu..."

Madam Xiao stretched out her hand, grabbed Xiao Yuan Mu Huan's arm on Song Xuan's waist, and moved his head a little away from Song Xuan's neck and looked at her.

"Mom has no other meaning in saying those things. Mom just wants to talk to Mr. Song. I don't know how to get there. Mom just wants you to get along well with your brother..."

Under the gaze of these calm and clear eyes, Madam Xiao's voice gradually weakened.

"I know, mother." Xiao Yuanmu's chin left Song Xuanhe's shoulders, but his hands were still tightly wrapped around his waist. In an extremely dependent and possessive posture, he said to his mother: "I know what you want to say. You don't have to apologize. I won't misunderstand you for this. It's just that I still have something to do. Can I visit you another day?"

Xiao Yuanmu’s tone of speaking with her is the same as usual, so Mrs. Xiao doesn’t know if Xiao Yuanmu really doesn’t mind what she said just now, or if she didn’t really put her in her heart from beginning to end, so she didn’t care. .

But she couldn't see the answer to her question from the elder son's calm eyes.

When she was with them, even the Xiao Yuanmu she had seen when she was with anyone was like this, calm and cold, and could never see any emotions from his eyes.

Except for the young man he is holding in front of him, it seems that only this young man can make him alive in this world.

Madam Xiao flicked something under her eyes, and said softly: "Okay, mom will go home first. I can't contact you these days. Your father and I are very worried about you. Will you come to us when you are done?"

Xiao Yuanmu replied with a good voice, and Mrs. Xiao left gently.

The next second the sound of closing the door sounded, Xiao Yuanmu found Song Xuanhe’s lips. The cold but soft lips covered his warm lips, with an impatient, fierce and powerful aura that made people irresistible. .

Song Xuanhe didn't want to resist either. He responded fiercely to Xiao Yuanmu's kiss, gently stroking his back with his hand, which seemed to be comforting, and it seemed to be teasing. After Xiao Yuanmu's attack on the city was stopped, he didn't care much. Regardless of it.

The temperature in the room gradually increased. Unknowingly, the two of them had already moved from the living room to the room, and then fell from the door to the bed. At this time, Song Xuanhe’s shirt had long been thrown away. There was a white chest on his chest. The belt of Xiao Yuanmu's evil hands was also untied early, revealing the pants inside.

Xiao Yuanmu's situation is similar. The coat has long been missing, and the T-shirt inside was torn apart by Song Xuanhe. At this time, a few pieces were hung on his body, and Song Xuanhe's hands were untying his leather/belt.

The two hugged eagerly. Except for the conversation when they entered the door, they didn't say a word, but for the first time they knew what each other wanted to express and wanted, and the first time they wanted to rub each other into the blood.

Everything becomes logical...