Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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On the day Xiao Lin came, Xiao Yuanmu's legs had almost recovered. After he left, Xiao Yuanmu took a few more days to recuperate and healed. After he recovered, he quickly began to work.

Probably because there was too much backlog of work before. Together with the work of re and the work of the Xiao family, Xiao Yuanmu has become busier than ever before. There is no more time spent with Song Xuanhe before, except for lunch. Sometimes I will contact him once, and if I meet or contact him again after get off work.

It's just that Xiao Yuanmu's off work time is very unstable, sometimes he will work overtime until late at night, and sometimes he will just sleep at the company because he is too busy.

Two days ago, Song Xuanhe was not used to Xiao Yuanmu’s sudden busyness and would go to the company to see him, but as the things that came up later, he didn’t have any extra thoughts to think about Xiao Yuanmu’s affairs. Up.

Not only Xiao Yuanmu has a pile of jobs, he also has jobs, but also his mother and grandfather who call to urge him to go home every now and then, while drawing design drafts that are about to be driven out. Responding to the phone call from Li Nian'an and Mr. Song, Song Xuanhe was also busier than ever.

The result of both people being busy and time always being unable to collide with each other is-almost except for the traces of the depression of another pillow when you open your eyes in the morning, you will never see a second person in this house. .

After working for a few days without touching the ground, Fengtong approached the door. When Song Xuanhe saw him, he was at a loss and guilty for a moment, thinking that he hadn’t sent him the design draft for a while, so he came to find him. he.

However, things are different from what he imagined.

"are you ready?"

At the coffee shop on the street corner, before Song Xuanhe could sit down, Fengtong put down the coffee in his hand and asked him with a smile on his face.

It's not like Xingshi who came to ask for a manuscript to ask questions, but rather like being very excited about something.

However, Song Xuanhe didn't know what Fengtong was happy for, so he could only ask blankly, "What are you going to prepare?"

"Master McPhee's tea party." Fengtong finished speaking, seeing Song Xuanhe's expression from dazed to trance, the smile on his face changed little by little, until he mixed into a surprised and helpless expression: "You don't Don’t you know? This time Master McPhee’s tea party will be held in City Y. You should have an invitation."

Song Xuanhe was stunned for a few seconds, and then he remembered that Louis seemed to have told him about it and gave him an invitation. He knew it was also very happy, but then many things happened so that he had already said this. After the incident was left behind, he has forgotten where he left the invitation.

But he remembered the time on the invitation, Song Xuanhe replied calmly: "I know, tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock."

Hearing this, Feng Tong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought you forgot such an important thing."

Song Xuanhe: "Of course not."

After letting go, Fengtong remembered asking him to sit down. After he sat down, he said: "The people who attended the tea party this time should be no different from before. My teacher took me there once, and this time I decided to take it. Participate, so we can meet at Master McPhee’s house then, but before that, you need to prepare something."

"You should be ready?"

Song Xuanhe smiled and asked: "I haven't heard of what needs to be prepared before."

"In the email I sent you, I already told you." Feng Tong looked at him incredulously: "You haven't read the email I sent you for so long, right?"

"I've been busy recently." Song Xuanhe said, "Zhou Nan came to the United States, and every day he has a variety of things to find me, and he has recently lost love, and I don't know why I hate all electronic products, so my computer mail phone has not been used recently, you I should know."

Feng Tong was dubious, but he really couldn't reach Song Xuanhe through any electronic communication, so he tried to find someone to contact Yang Jie, then contact Xiao Yuanmu through Yang Jie, and then notify Song Xuanhe from Xiao Yuanmu. With this meeting.

Thinking about this, Fengtong believed it again.

"What happened to Zhou Nan?"

Song Xuan didn’t change his face and said, “He’s broken up in love, and his first love before. This time he wanted to get back to his family, but he didn’t expect to break up completely, possibly by mobile phone or email. Now he doesn’t use any electronic devices. , Don’t even allow me to use it.”

Feng Tong frowned: "You are so miserable."

Song Xuanhe nodded in agreement, and the two changed the subject.

"Do you remember Jiang Deyi?" Feng Tong asked him.

"of course."

"This time, he will also go to Master McPhee's tea party." Fengtong said: "Because his friend was invited, he will take him to the party. I think you should know his friend, his surname is Bai. White end."

Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Why did Bai Mo receive the invitation?"

"I don't know about that." Feng Tong said: "And I heard that Master McPhee is currently discussing cooperation with the heir of a jewellery tycoon in China. This time the heir may also be there."

Song Xuanhe looked at Fengtong with a puzzled expression.

Fengtong spread his hands and said with a smile: "I just thought you family heirs might know each other, so I will tell you in advance."

"I don't think it's that simple." Song Xuanhe smiled.

"Okay." Feng Tong said: "I heard that the heir played in the entertainment circle for a while, and he has achieved a lot."

Song Xuan and his eyebrows jumped, and they thought of Xue Mian instantly.

Feng Tong said helplessly: "I think you should know who it is."

"Thank you for your reminder." Song Xuanhe laughed: "But what did you say to prepare before?"

"Of course it's your design book." Feng Tong said: "You don't need much, just one or two designs. Master McPhee's tea party can give participants the chance to watch the participants, as long as there is a master. See your drawings and like you, then you are—"

Fengtong stretched out two fingers to compare the V, and then stood on the table like human legs, with the other hand raised on the forehead, making a jumping posture compared to the two fingers of the V , Instantly stepped on the hand of the forehead.

He raised his eyebrows: "One step to the sky."

Song Xuanhe laughed: "You also know that this possibility is almost impossible, and I have a teacher, so I won't be another student."

Feng Tong shook his head: "I know that you must have studied systematically when you read your design draft. You lied to laymen that you are talented and they might believe it, but for us people, you can almost see your skills at a glance. Of course, you can see that you have a good teacher, but you have to know that a teacher often means not only what to teach you, but also what he can give you."

"Your teacher may be great, maybe he has given you a lot of right things, but you have to admit that his position in the clothing industry does not bring you anything. Hey, trust me, if you can get any masters Your teacher will be proud of you instead."

Song Xuan and Pu Si laughed, and under Feng Tong's puzzled expression, they almost shook their heads with a brilliant smile.

If that serious and narcissistic little old man knows that some people say that his status in the clothing industry cannot bring anything to students and that he is appreciated by other masters. I don’t know if it’s like he thought He wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but he didn't agree. He jumped to show Fengtong the invitation letters from various design brands inviting him to join and various awards that did not know where they came from.

I don't know if he will deliberately take part in the event of various fashion design designers as before, while pretending to be indifferent and afraid that he will not see his general awkward position in the design world.

Thinking of that little old man, Song Xuan and the smile on the corners of his mouth softened.

If there is anyone in the original world that he remembers, there is only the teacher who has worked hard to open up the relationship for him, and even let his friends and opponents participate in his costume design debut.

Feng Tong was puzzled, and asked Song Xuanhe: "What are you laughing at?"

"He won't be proud." Song Xuanhe smiled: "On the contrary, he will keep his face straight and tell me not to call him teacher again."

Feng Tong frowned, and Song Xuanhe continued: "Then turned back and scolded me for having no conscience, telling me that he is the best, and there is absolutely no better teacher than him."

Thinking of that scene, Song Xuanhe's smile softened, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

[Have you really decided to stay?] The system asked.

[Xiao Yuanmu cannot do without me.Song Xuanhe curled his lips: [I believe my parents can understand me, and they always have each other, and my teacher has brothers besides me, but Xiao Yuanmu is only me, he is so pitiful, I can only stay By his side.

The system was silent for a few seconds and said: [I told you before that if you choose to stay, you can choose something in the system store, and wait until the day you leave and decide to stay, you can choose.

Song Xuan frowned. He didn't remember whether the system had said that he could choose something in the system store, but it was not too late to hear.

[At that time we will say goodbye forever.The system's voice is a bit sad.

Song Xuanhe was taken aback, thinking that in a few days, the voice that had been with him in his mind would disappear, and there was a faint melancholy in his heart.

[You are sad.] The system said: [Seeing that you have feelings for me, I am not so sad anymore.

[Will the system be sad too?Song Xuanhe asked: [Don’t you only have data?

[Do you look down on the data?The system says: I have a sad data set, can’t I?

Song Xuanhe was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up and he wanted to laugh, but in the end he pressed his lips.

Fengtong saw the change in Song Xuanhe's expression, thinking that he was unwilling to find another teacher because he had asked him to find another teacher before, or because he didn't want to dislike the teacher, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

In any case, Song Xuanhe is still just a child who has just graduated, six or seven years younger than him. At this time, let him consider such a realistic problem and imply that his teacher cannot bring him benefits. it is good.

Moreover, thinking of Song Xuanhe's family background and his boyfriend's family background, Fengtong felt that it was not so important for him to be a teacher who could pave the way for him.

Thinking of this, Feng Tong’s face showed a trace of apology, and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You can see from your expression that you and your teacher have a deep relationship. I didn’t think of this before and I told you that Then, I apologize to you again and also to your teacher. I'm really sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Song Xuanhe regained consciousness, smiling, "I don't mind, I believe my teacher will not mind either."

His teacher really wouldn't mind, he would just coldly snorted Fengtong for not knowing Taishan, and then left it behind.

The little old man looked serious and was actually no different from a child. He had a great forgetfulness. His least favorite thing to do was to hold grudges. He felt that hatred would affect a person's view of beauty and he rejected anything that would affect his aesthetics.

"He is a little old man who likes to be jealous." Song Xuanhe smiled: "So it's better to find another teacher."

Fengtong nodded, Song Xuanhe smiled, and continued: "But I will bring the design draft. After all, the main point of Master McPhee's tea party is communication, right?"

"Yes." Feng Tong also smiled and said: "You can..."

Fengtong's words were interrupted by Song Xuan and the ringing of the phone.

He glanced at the caller ID, smiled in his eyes, got up and said, "Sorry, I will be back when I answer the call."

Fengtong nodded, watching his face leave with an unconcealable smile, and shook his head funny.

Love can change a person easily.

Feng Tong still remembers how he looked when he first saw Song Xuanhe, and also the changes after Song Xuanhe broke up with Xiao Yuanmu. Seeing him now, it seems to be very different from before.

He is looking forward to Song Xuanhe, who has gone through so many emotional changes, will have more surprises and inspirations in his design.

Song Xuanhe didn't know what Feng Tong was thinking, he had already lost the smile on his face when he answered the phone.

"Sorry." Xiao Yuanmu's voice came, tired and apologetic: "I must go to country f today, and I will definitely come back to eat with you tomorrow night."

Song Xuanhe looked out the window, took a deep breath, and said, "It doesn't matter, I will also eat with Fengtong later, you don't have to worry about me."

"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu said, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Song Xuanhe said, "Pay attention to rest."

"I know."

Xiao Yuanmu wanted to say something, but Yang Jie's voice came over there. He paused and said, "I'm going to have a meeting soon. See you tomorrow."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe stood there for a while before turning around and entering the cafe.

"End of the chat?" Feng Tong said with a smile: "I thought it would take a long time for your lovers to chat, and they have already ordered another dim sum just now."

Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "You can still eat a few more dishes."

"Do you want you to go back earlier?" Feng Tong said empathetically: "If you have something, you don't need to accompany me to dinner at night, and we can eat together tomorrow."

"It's okay." Song Xuanhe smiled.

After Song Xuanhe and Fengtong had a meal, they went back to the apartment alone.

Xiao Huang waited at home obediently, and saw Song Xuanhe come back and wagging his tail excitedly around him. After turning, he looked behind him excitedly. After seeing nothing, his tail wagging slowed down. Come down.

Song Xuanhe rubbed its head and said, "He will be back tomorrow, don't worry."

Xiao Huang whimpered a few times, then returned to the sofa with his favorite ball in his mouth, and waited silently with his head facing the door.

Song Xuan and accompanied it to read the book for a while, and when it was twelve o'clock, they went back to the room to sleep on time.

Covering the quilt and closing his eyes, Song Xuanhe waited for sleepiness to strike.

However, he did not feel sleepy until the sky turned white.

This is Song Xuanhe's first insomnia since he came to this world. From night to morning, he closed his eyes from beginning to end, but his mind was very clear.

The system could perceive that Song Xuanhe was not asleep, but it saw that Song Xuanhe didn't want to talk to him, and his emotions didn't fluctuate too much, so it didn't speak.

After all, in ten days, it will be separated from Song Xuanhe forever, and it is good to be able to not talk to him now and get him used to the days without it.

However, Song Xuanhe's silence only lasted at 6:36 in the morning. His voice suddenly sounded in the empty and quiet room, saying, "Is Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me."

Because it was not speaking in the brain, the system did not react immediately, until three seconds later it realized that it was the only one who could talk to Song Xuanhe, and then answered: [I don't know.

"Analyze with your data." Song Xuanhe opened his eyes and said, "You have Xiao Yuanmu's information, don't you think his behavior is strange now? He has never been like this before."

The system hesitated a little: [What is this?

"Working overtime, returning late, or not coming back at all, and traveling outside, even calling me is shorter than before." Song Xuan said one by one, frowning: "My instinct told I'm hiding something from me."

The system did not speak.

Song Xuanhe asked: "Why don't you speak?"

[You said before that the sixth sense is only for women.] The system said: [Why do you have it now.

Song Xuanhe:...

"This is something that people in love can easily have. It's not called the sixth sense. It's just a kind of intuition." Song Xuanhe said blankly: "When you fall in love, you will have it too, but unfortunately, you may There will never be again."

In the face of sudden systemic attacks, the system has a superior vocabulary, so it can never be speechless.

So it said: [I don’t think that’s the sixth sense, it’s crazy thinking. People in love are more likely to think about gains and losses, which is normal.

Song Xuanhe didn't listen to what the system said, but was thinking about Xiao Yuanmu's abnormality during this period.

At the very beginning, Song Xuanhe didn't notice Xiao Yuanmu's abnormality. After all, he did a lot of work. He was often too busy without a backlog of work, not to mention after so long rest.

What made Song Xuanhe feel abnormal was not Xiao Yuanmu's busyness, but his less and less words.

Xiao Yuanmu has never been a dialogue person. He is even a little silent in front of most people, but in front of Song Xuanhe, he has always been easier to talk than Song Xuanhe, especially after Xiao Yuanmu's continuous love words some time ago. Suddenly he became less talking, and it was strange that he didn't notice this gap.

Song Xuanhe didn't know why Xiao Yuanmu suddenly became much less talking, but he could feel that Xiao Yuanmu had gone out early and returned late and even didn't even come back during this period of time, really hiding something from him.

But he didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was hiding.

[Why are you sure that Xiao Yuanmu concealed you?System puzzle: Maybe he just works a lot, I can invade all the systems of Xiao Yuanmu's company, he will indeed take his plane to F country at night, he did not lie to you.

"I'm not saying he lied to me." Song Xuan and frowned.

what is that?] The system searches the database for the contradictions and troubles of men and women in love, and then asks: {Do you think he doesn't love you anymore?

"No." Song Xuanhe's tone was calm and determined: "He can't like anyone other than me, nor can he dislike me."

[Don’t forget.The system said to remind: This is the world in a book. In this book, Xiao Yuanmu has seven suitors. Although the author has changed, it always proves that the protagonist in this book has feelings. of.

Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "I found a very strange problem."

[About Xiao Yuanmu?

"About you." Song Xuanhe said: "When I firmly chose to leave this world and return to my own world, you always wanted me to stay in this world. After I chose to stay, now I suspect that I began to belittle this. World, I hope I return to the original world."

I do not have.The system denied: Don’t wrong me.

Song Xuan and sneered, the meaning is self-evident.

The system was silent for a few seconds, and then admitted: [Well, I do have this, but I just hope you make a decision that you will never regret, because once you make a decision, you will no longer have the opportunity to change it.

You choose to stay, will you regret it?] The system asked.

"will not."

Song Xuanhe got up, sat on the bed and watched the orange-yellow skyline appear between the clouds and the blue sky outside the French windows, where a group of warm yellow slowly climbed, letting light and warmth penetrate the black and blue clouds. Shine.

"I never regret the decision I made." Song Xuan and his lips curled up, not counting bright light falling on his curled eyelashes, and then falling into his eyes from the gap between the eyelashes, the light shattered, he smiled: "He is worth it."

The system fell silent, and accompanied Song Xuanhe watching the sun rise little by little.

When the sun shines on the earth, the system asks: [What do you like him?

Song Xuanhe thought for a while, then shook his head: "There are many places, but it's hard to tell. The one I like the most is probably to give me unconditional trust."

[Since you trust him, why not just ask him what he is hiding from you?

Song Xuan was taken aback, and the system continued: [Since you trust him, he also trusts you very much. If you have any questions, why not ask him directly?