Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Except for the initial greeting, Xue Mian didn't talk to Song Xuanhe until the banquet was about to end.

He has been quietly staying beside Master McPhail, occasionally smiling gently, rarely speaking, even if he has quit the entertainment circle, his handsome appearance and gentle manner still make many people's eyes on him. Stayed on his body for a few seconds.

It can be seen that Master McPhail likes him very much, and will always explain a few words to Xue Mian, who does not understand certain professional terms, during the exchanges with other people. The appreciation in the eyes is undisguised. In this way, he is almost there. Everyone knows that Master McPhee likes his collaborators very much.

Master McPhee has always been an independent jewelry designer. He has his own brand of the same name. He rarely cooperates with investors. This time he can cooperate with the Xue family and it has surprised many people. At this time, I will see him and the heir of the Xue family. The happy appearance made everyone even more surprised.

These masters, who have already reached the top of various design fields, are not very concerned about whether a certain jewelry tycoon has a new heir in the family, but if it is a junior who is optimistic about it, it is different.

For a time, most of the designers at the tea party looked at Xue Mian with a milder expression.

Song Xuanhe noticed this, but didn't care. Instead of squeezing into a small table to talk to others, he sat by the window and drank black tea quietly, thinking.

This tea party has always been his dream. Even at the beginning of the tea party, several seniors in the fashion design industry had already talked to him about the design ideas and creativity of several sets of clothing during his first show with Fengtong. If it is normal, Song Xuanhe must be very happy and cherish to be able to communicate design matters with colleagues.

But for a few days, he has been absent-minded.

I don't know why, his heart is always unstable and it is difficult to calm down.

Xiao Yuanmu's vague words when chatting with him at noon appeared in his mind for a while, and for a while, he remembered Xiao Lin's meaningful expressions after talking with Xiao Yuanmu. He knew there must be some connection, but no matter how he connected, he couldn't connect These things come together to form an answer.

"Mr. Song."

Suddenly someone called him in his ear, and Song Xuanhe raised his eyes to a strange face.

The visitor smiled friendly, raised his finger to the small table in the middle, and whispered: "I heard that you photographed Master McPhee's cufflinks, and now Master McPhee is looking for you."

Song Xuanhe looked in the direction he was pointing, and he saw Master Maifeier who was smiling here. Not only that, but he was also surrounded by acquaintances, besides Xue Mian, Fengtong, Baimo and Jiang Deyi.

"Did you wear that cufflink?" The visitor glanced around his sleeves, and after finding nothing, he reminded: "My friend, you attended Master McPhee’s tea party because of the pair of cuffs. Not wearing cufflinks, I’m afraid I don’t respect the owner."

Knowing that he was a kind reminder, Song Xuanhe thanked him calmly, and then said: "The cufflink is on the person who suits him best. I believe Master McPhee can understand."

The visitor nodded: "Master McPhee has always been gentle and friendly, and he will understand you."

Song Xuanhe put down the black tea in his hand, got up and walked towards Master McPhee. The closer they got, the more clearly they could see the expressions of those people.

The corner of his mouth deepened with a smile, and he stood still at the table: "Master McPhee."

"Hello, Mr. Song." Master McPhee asked him to sit down, and then smiled: "I heard that you took my cufflinks. To tell you the truth, this pair of cufflinks is all my life. One of the most satisfying works of, I used it to participate in the auction and experienced a lot of psychological struggles. Seeing you at this time, I think it has found a good owner."

Song Xuan and his eyes were bent, and his clear eyes were extremely clean, and he could see his true love and admiration at a glance: "This pair of cufflinks has always been my favorite among the countless collections I have photographed. ."

Master McPhee smiled deeper when he heard the words, and said: "Child, can you let me see my pair of cufflinks again?"

Song Xuan and Yu Guang swept over the worried Fengtong, the frowning Xue Mian, and the triumphant Jiang Deyi and Bai Mo, smiled and shook their heads and said, "I'm afraid not, Master McPhee, that cufflink is not there now. On me."

"I didn't expect Mr. Song to cherish his favorite works so much, but he didn't wear it on his body when attending his master's tea party." Bai Mo laughed and said, "I think there might be some misunderstanding that made you forget about it. Or it's just that the clothes you are wearing today are not suitable for wearing cufflinks, but there are some excusable reasons."

The smile on Master McPhee's face remained unchanged. It seemed that he didn't hear what Bai Mo said. Instead, he smiled and asked Song Xuanhe: "Can you tell me the reason, kid?"

Song Xuan nodded, his eyes slightly bent, and his eyes seemed to be studded with broken diamonds, with a fine light. He said: "The pair of cufflinks are now on the person I cherish and love the most. He likes them very much. "

Master McPhee fell silent. After a few seconds, he raised his hand to pat Song Xuanhe's arm and said, "I hope that the person who receives the pair of cufflinks will receive the blessings I gave when designing the pair of cufflinks. "

"What blessing?" Song Xuanhe asked.

"Always be with the old love." Master McPhee laughed, his eyes filled with kindness: "This is also my blessing to you."

Song Xuanhe paused. For some reason, the tip of his nose was a bit sore. He nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you for your blessing."

Master McPhee patted his arm again, his eyes fell on the design draft in his hand, and smiled: "I have noticed your draft paper a long time ago. If you don't mind, let me see it?"

Song Xuanhe was taken aback, and Feng Tong's surprised eyes were met. Feng Tongsheng was afraid that Song Xuanhe would refuse, and silently urged Song Xuanhe to quickly show the design draft to Master McPhee.

"of course can."

Even if Fengtong's worries were unnecessary, Song Xuanhe could not refuse the advice of a design industry master.

As a result of the design draft in his hand, Master McPhee's eyes lit up, and there were some surprise smiles on his face. When he was about to speak and thought of something, he raised his head and said to the rest of the people: "If a few gentlemen don't mind, I I want to chat with Mr. Song alone."

Xue Mian smiled, and said: "I just want to go there for a drink. Will anyone come with me?"

Fengtong reacted and quickly said to be with him.

Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi looked at each other, then looked at Song Xuanhe coldly and left.

In fact, this was originally an open communication tea party. Many design works are put on a table and discussed by a group of people. In fact, there is no need to support anyone.

So after they left, Song Xuanhe looked at Master McPhee with some doubts.

Master McPhee smiled at him, but did not explain, but asked him about the inspiration for this design.

"I've seen the video of your first big show. It's very agile and creative, especially your use of color, but this time seems to be a little different from the previous design. Can you talk to me?"

Song Xuanhe was drawn back to his thoughts and discussed with Master McPhee.

This discussion lasted more than an hour. When it was over, the two still had a lot of thoughts. Master McPhee even pulled up a friend who came to talk in the middle and introduced Song Xuanhe to them. One of them is a well-known international brand. Luxury designer, he is very interested in Song Xuanhe's design, and the two exchanged contact information.

When the tea party was over, Song Xuanhe benefited a lot.

As it approached dinner time, the guests left one after another, only a few old friends of Master McPhee were left by him to have dinner together.

Because of the pleasant conversation just now, Song Xuanhe also received the invitation, but he still tactfully chose to refuse.

When he heard his refusal, Xue Mian, who was standing next to Master McPhee, was a little surprised. Before, he thought that Song Xuanhe was just playing a ticket and suddenly set up a fashion design studio, but through this afternoon, he has changed. His thoughts.

He could see that Song Xuanhe was very talented, and several masters treated him well, and Song Xuanhe himself cherished this opportunity very much, so when Master McPhee invited him, he was almost subconscious. I think Song Xuanhe will definitely agree.

Even if Xiao Yuanmu came back today, Xue Mian believed that in Song Xuanhe's eyes, many times were more important than Xiao Yuanmu.

But this time he thought wrong again.

Song Xuanhe's answer to Master McPhee was: "Because I haven't seen the person wearing your cufflinks for thirty-two hours, I can't wait to see him."

Hearing his answer, not only Master McPhee laughed, but several other masters also laughed kindly. The eagerness and love of young people always make people feel good.

So Master McPhee just smiled and said, "I wish you a good night."

After Song Xuan bid farewell to him, he was about to leave, but before he walked out of the garden, he was stopped by Xue Mian.

He was a little surprised, but he stopped.

Xue Mian walked a few steps quickly to Song Xuanhe, pointed to the tables and chairs on the other side of the garden, and said, "Let's talk."

"I don't think there is anything between us that needs to sit down and have a deep chat." Song Xuanhe refused: "But thank you very much today."

Song Xuanhe knew that Master McPhee temporarily invited him to dinner, mostly because of Xue Mian. He knew that he had a good design talent and was very happy in the afternoon chat, but he was not conceited that he would be able to watch it in one afternoon. How many auras and talented young masters have favored the point.

Moreover, Master McPhee did not mention inviting him to dinner at the end of the chat, but only after talking with Xue Mian.

"Don't thank me." Xue Mian said: "Master McPhee admires you very much, I just mentioned it, let alone I have my own selfish mind."

Song Xuanhe looked at him without asking or talking.

Xue Mian twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his eyes to other places, and asked, "You like Xiao Yuanmu more than I thought, but have you ever thought about whether you can really go on."

"This is our business." Song Xuanhe said lightly.

"Of course." Xue Mian laughed, slightly mocking: "This is never my business, don't worry, I have already figured it out."

"Whether you figure it out or not can't affect us." Song Xuanhe glanced at the time, turned around and said, "If you have nothing else, I will leave."

Xue Mian looked at Song Xuanhe's back and asked, "Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu went to country f?"

Song Xuan paused in his footsteps: "I will know tonight."

Xue Mian laughed again, with a trace of regret and bitterness in his eyes: "I don't think you will get the answer."

"What do you mean?"

Song Xuan turned around peacefully, only to see the back of Xue Mian leaving.

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When he returned to the apartment, Song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy. He looked up at the beating second hand on the wall clock from time to time, and the corners of his lips were slightly tightened.

The clock slid from five o'clock to seven o'clock, the sky changed from blue to gray-blue, and the neon lights of city y lit up little by little, so that the city that had just dimmed was lit up again, like daylight.

[Xiao Yuanmu is back.

The voice of the system suddenly rang in his mind, causing Song Xuanhe who had just been immersed in his thoughts to come back to his senses in a daze. He raised his eyes to the wall clock-seven twenty-five.

While the system was talking, Xiao Huang, who was lying on the carpet, suddenly raised his head and raised his ears to look towards the door. In less than a second, it jumped up excitedly, wagging its tail and ran towards the door happily. .

The mechanical reminder of the elevator door opening sounded, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble, and when Xiao Huang jumped up excitedly, the nails on his paws stepped on the marble.

Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, facing Xiao Yuanmu's eyes.

"I'm back." Xiao Yuanmu bends his eyes slightly, his face is a bit pale and he is busy and overly pale, but his smile is very gentle.

Song Xuanhe got up and walked towards him, glanced around him, secretly relieved, and let go of the heart he had been mentioning, and said with a smile: "Have you had dinner?"

Xiao Yuanmu looked back: "I brought the ingredients back."

Yang Jie walked out, he greeted Song Xuanhe and turned to the kitchen. After putting down the ingredients, he looked at Xiao Yuanmu in silence.

"Let's go back."

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said lightly.

Yang Jie opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, bending over and rubbing Xiao Huang's head, then turned and left.

Song Xuan and the bottom of his heart drew a trace of the same, and he curled his lips and said, "Did Yang Jie have done anything wrong? He didn't even look at me from entering to leaving."

"I want to transfer him back to China." Xiao Yuanmu unbuttoned the cufflinks, placed the cufflinks carefully, and said, "He doesn't want to."

"Why?" Song Xuanhe followed him into the kitchen, and Xiao Huang followed closely: "His family should be in China."

"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu pulled his sleeves for a while, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Xuanhe who was sorting the ingredients, his eyes were dim, he pulled the sleeves down, and said calmly: "His mother is alone in the country."

"But Yang Jie is gone, who will take his place?" Song Xuanhe asked.

"It's Joe for now." Xiao Yuanmu said.

Song Xuan had a meal with the hand that put things in the refrigerator, closed the door of the refrigerator, turned and looked at Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "What's the matter?"

"This time you go to country f, it's not because of the Xiao family." Song Xuanhe grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's hand, led him from the kitchen, and walked to the study: "Let's talk."

Xiao Yuanmu allowed him to pull and followed behind him very obediently, his eyes drooping, his expression unclear.

Entering the study, Song Xuanhe closed the door and let go of his hand.

"You said before, you won't lie to me." Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "I believe you."

Xiao Yuanmu's fingers on his side bend without a trace, and his cuffs rolled up and down, revealing his strong arms.

Song Xuanhe's gaze fell on his hand for a while and then gently moved away, and asked, "Xiao Yuanmu, why are you going to country f this time?"

"Some personal matters."

"About what?" Song Xuanhe asked, "Since it's a private matter, why didn't you tell me before?"

Xiao Yuanmu stepped forward, grabbed Song Xuanhe, placed his chin on his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm so tired."

Song Xuan had a peace, and then swallowed again, raising his hand to wrap his waist.

"When the time is right, I will tell you everything." Xiao Yuanmu's face was buried on his shoulders and his voice was dull: "Don't ask me now, okay?"

After ten seconds of silence, Song Xuanhe said: "Okay."

Xiao Yuanmu returned to the kitchen to cook, and his craftsmanship was as usual, but Song Xuanhe had no appetite for the first time.

"How is the tea party at Master McPhee today?" Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Very good." Song Xuanhe got up and went to the living room, took the design draft, and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu to read: "This is the draft I rushed out these days. I haven't determined the details carefully, but basically the materials and The size is calculated, Master McPhee likes this dress very much."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at the design draft in his hand: "When will it be made?"

"During the Autumn and Winter Fashion Week?" Song Xuanhe said uncertainly: "It may be later. I have already set the design series for this season's autumn and winter. This set seems to conflict with my series, so it is not easy to put in it, etc. It may be a long time before the finished product comes out."

"Is this designed for me?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe paused, bending his eyes and said, "Every piece of my clothes is designed for you."

Xiao Yuanmu smiled at Shang Song Xuan and his unconcealed love eyes. He looked at the design draft in his hand again and said: "I want this dress, unique, just for I made it."

"Before next week." Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Can you make it?"

Song Xuan and frowned: "It's still a little hot in this dress now."

"It will cool down soon." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe can only compromise: "You should be thankful that I have finished this time, but there are no fabrics and tools here, I have to do..."

"I'll let someone deliver it."

Xiao Yuanmu did what he said, and after asking Song Xuan and what materials he needed, all the things he needed were sent to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment within a day.

Moreover, when there was clearly a room available, Xiao Yuanmu insisted on vacating half of his study room for Song Xuanhe as a workbench. The study room was large enough, even if it was cleared out of a work room, it was not crowded at all. .

The bright floor-to-ceiling window was originally Xiao Yuanmu’s office area, but now it has become Song Xuanhe’s workbench, while Xiao Yuanmu’s desk was moved to the bookcase on the entire wall. The two can see each other and are independent of each other. It looks strangely harmonious.

After the study was reorganized, Xiao Yuanmu did not go to the company anymore. He was as busy as ever, staying in the study for more than fifteen hours a day. The difference is that he could see that the opposite was either drawing or working. Song Xuanhe carefully sews and tailors.

Three days passed quickly, and Song Xuanhe was used to working with Xiao Yuanmu and doing his own things quietly.

However, starting today, there is an endless stream of people coming to the apartment. Because they have never seen it before, they will greet Song Xuanhe solemnly. Xiao Yuanmu will also introduce them to each other and interrupt several times. Song Xuanhe’s work.

After meeting Xiao Yuanmu's fund managers, lawyers, and doctors, Song Xuanhe finally couldn't help but ask: "Why are they running here in a swarm? Did they make an appointment?"

"I officially took over the Xiao family." Xiao Yuanmu hooked his lips, rubbed Song Xuanhe's head with a soothing smile, and said with a smile: "The people before me and the Xiao family will report separately. I'm not in the company. , Of course they can only come here."

"Even yours..."

Halfway through Song Xuan's talk, Yang Jie knocked on the door and said, "Brother Xiao, Song Shao, Mr. Zhang."

When Xiao Yuanmu was working at home, Yang Jie would also stay in his apartment to assist him in his work, but he used to work in the living room or other rooms, but today he has become his housekeeper, picking up and seeing guests over and over again.

"Please come in." Xiao Yuanmu smiled at Song Xuanhe and said.

Zhang Siwei walked in, saw Song Xuanhe smiled and said hello, and then said: "I heard that your place is very lively these days."

"Renewal." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly.

"Yes." Zhang Siwei smiled and walked to the sofa and sat down, his eyes scanned Song Xuanhe's workbench, and said with interest: "Song Shao, is that your design drawing for this fashion week? It looks very good. , As an acquaintance, can I order one in advance?"

"No." Xiao Yuanmu refused him expressionlessly, saying: "He designed that dress for me. There is only one in the world, and only I can wear it."

Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows, saw the pride pressed down in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, smiled and said: "Okay, the only one is for you, let's make it business."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded and walked to the other side of Zhang Siwei and sat down. The two took out their computers and discussed softly.

Song Xuanhe took a look and then retracted his gaze, focusing on patterning.

Day by day, the system began to count down in Song Xuanhe's mind. During this time, there were still many people visiting the apartment. It was only three days before the final time that the apartment was quiet again.

Without Yang Jie's knocking on the door from time to time, and without the soft conversation from the opposite side, Song Xuanhe didn't feel so comfortable for a moment, but within half an hour, he reinvested in his work.

He has been making this dress for a week, and now it's finally at the end. You only need to adjust a few small details before you can wear it.

Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu who was facing him. He was signing a document. He noticed that Song Xuanhe looked over and smiled at him, then retracted his gaze and opened the next document.

"You have a lot of documents to sign recently." Song Xuanhe put down the buttons in his hands and said, "Isn't Louis doing nothing and all these documents are sent to you?"

"Louis has more documents to sign." Xiao Yuanmu paused with his pen, and the strokes of the letters fainted slightly on the paper. He lifted the pen and said, "I'm very busy these days."

Song Xuanhe nodded. He knew that Xiao Yuanmu was very busy recently. After he went to the company to work overtime, he returned home to work more busy than before. Xiao Yuanmu had less rest time than before, and he almost slept less than five hours a day. Will get up.

Hope it will be better after a while.

Song Xuanhe retracted his gaze, thinking secretly.

Once you start working, you will forget the time. When Song Xuanhe cut the last thread, the whole morning is over. He looked at the finished garment, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to ask Xiao Yuanmu: "The clothes are ready, you can Try if it fits."

There was no answer behind him, Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was too focused on his work, and turned his head to look over.

Xiao Yuanmu lay on the table and seemed to fall asleep with exhaustion.

Song Xuanhe put down the clothes in his hands, took a blanket from the sofa to cover Xiao Yuanmu, a trace of distress appeared in his eyes.

During this period of time Xiao Yuanmu was too tired. The huge industry of the Xiao family, the operation of Re, and the affairs of Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Bacong had already overwhelmed him.

Song Xuanhe pulled away some long hair between his forehead, his fingers touched his forehead, the temperature was a little higher than usual, and his brows were slightly frowned. Just as he was about to try again, he saw the unfolded document in the corner of his eye.

——Property Transfer Contract, Party A: Xiao Yuanmu.

Song Xuan paused with his fingers and pulled the contract out of Xiao Yuanmu's elbow. Before he could take a closer look, he listened to the system and said: [Xiao Yuanmu's situation is not right!He is not asleep but is in a coma. You'd better take him to the hospital immediately.

"You give him a full check."

Song Xuanhe immediately put down the document in his hand, and reached out to test the temperature of Xiao Yuanmu's forehead, which was a bit hot.

He quivered his hand next to Xiao Yuanmu, and there was a strong anxiety in his heart almost instantly. While he took out his cell phone to call Yu Yan, he gently shook Xiao Yuanmu's name by his name. There is no reaction at all.

Yu Yan answered the phone quickly, and almost answered after the phone rang a few times: "Mr. Song? Is something wrong?"

"Xiao Yuanmu has a fever now and his condition is very bad. Where should I send him?"

"Wait!" Yu Yan paused and pushed Zhou Nan's hand away. He got up and walked outside the room to pick up the landline phone. While dialing the phone, he said to Song Xuan, "I will contact you and Mr. Xiao immediately. Are you in Mr. Xiao’s apartment now?"

"Yes."

"Wait for a while, about ten minutes, someone will come upstairs to pick him up. During this time, you try to help Mr. Xiao cool down, but don't let him catch a cold, okay?"

Song Xuanhe hung up and dialed Yang Jie's phone.

Yang Jie had the keys of Xiao Yuanmu's house. Within two minutes, he ran up and was stunned when he saw Xiao Yuanmu lying on the sofa, his face instantly pale.

Song Xuanhe held the ice towel in his hand, and he saw Yang Jie's expression when he raised his eyes. However, he didn't want to ask more at this time, and he just glanced at it before returning his attention to Xiao Yuanmu again.

"Song Shao..." Yang Jie asked, "Did you call a doctor? Who did you call? It wouldn't be an ambulance in a public hospital?"

"No." Song Xuan said peacefully, "I called Yu Yan."

Yang Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Song Xuanhe's tight profile face, the corners of his mouth moved, and the corners of his mouth moved when he saw the unconscious Xiao Yuanmu, his mouth tightened.

Yu Yan made arrangements very quickly, and only seven minutes later, the person he arranged had arrived.

The doctors and nurses in the car were very complete, and it was almost the first time Xiao Yuanmu was sent to the car, they had already checked him in an orderly manner.

Song Xuanhe sat aside with a tight face, watching the doctor examine Xiao Yuanmu.

The car drove slowly away from the city and drove out of the city.

"Where are you going?" Song Xuanhe looked away from Xiao Yuanmu, turned his eyes to Yu Yan, and said, "I don't remember any hospital in this direction, nor is the private hospital of the Xiao family in this direction."

Facing Song Xuanhe’s doubts, Yu Yan was very calm: “The current situation of President Xiao cannot be known to the Xiao family. It is a hospital invested by President Xiao himself. To be precise, it should be a nursing home and Brother Xiao’s private clinic. The medical equipment is absolutely complete, even better than many private hospitals. You can rest assured."

In fact, Song Xuanhe didn't really doubt Yu Yan. Even if he couldn't believe in Yu Yan, he could trust Yang Jie. Since Yang Jie had no objections, it proved that he knew this place.

It's just that he had never heard Xiao Yuanmu say that he had invested in a nursing home, let alone that he had built a small private hospital for himself.

Thinking of what happened during this period of time, Song Xuanhe's anxiety in his heart became more serious. He condensed the gloom in his eyes, hoping that what Xiao Yuanmu said at the right time would tell him, is really at the right time.

The car drove very fast and steady, less than 30 minutes, this seems a bit remote, but the facilities are definitely not up to the first-class level of many private hospitals.

Song Xuanhe didn't look too much, and followed Yu Yan and the others quickly into an independent small building.

The doctors pushed Xiao Yuanmu into a separate consultation room for him to check his body. Yu Yan stayed outside the door, waiting with Song Xuan and Yang Jie.

At this time, Song Xuanhe finally took a sigh of relief. He asked Yang Jie: "Did Xiao Yuanmu hide something from me, or did you hide something from me together with Xiao Yuanmu?"

Yang Jie pursed his lips, ignoring Song Xuanhe's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xiao...he will tell you."

"What on earth did you go to country f for?" The shallow smell of disinfectant air made Song Xuanhe's depression deeper. His face was cold and his voice was extremely low: "Tell me."

Yang Jie pressed her lips tightly, avoiding Song Xuanhe's sight, and said: "I can't tell you about this, Song Shao, when Xiao Brother wakes up, he will tell you."

Seeing Yang Jie's evasive look, Song Xuan and the anxiety in his heart could hardly be suppressed. He took a deep breath and asked the system: [How is Xiao Yuanmu's body?

[His physical condition is a bit complicated.] The system said: [I still need time for further inspection.

Song Xuan frowned, and said: [Your technology is better than the equipment of this era?Why does it take so long to check the body?

[Since you completed the task, many of my functions have been forcibly taken back.] The system said: [So the body scanning system is not as advanced as before, sorry.

Hearing the system's apology, Song Xuanhe woke up instantly as if being drowned in a basin of cold water.

[You don’t have to apologize.Song Xuanhe rubbed his eyebrows, walked to the sofa by the wall and sat down, holding his head in both hands and said: [I was too anxious and lost my calm, I should apologize to you, sorry.

[You don’t have to apologize.] The system said: [I am just... the system, you don’t have to apologize to the system.

Song Xuanhe reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips: [So unfeeling?I've been called my eldest brother for so long, so he is a friend anyway.

friend?] The system hesitated.

how?Does your system stipulate that you cannot make friends?] Song Xuanhe asked.

of course not.The system answered quickly, and then fell silent again after the answer. After ten seconds, it said: [I will check Xiao Yuanmu's body well, he will be fine, don't worry.

Song Xuan and the corner of his mouth that was barely pulled up, he covered his eyes and hummed softly.

Actually, I just asked Yang Jie, it was just his catharsis.

From Xiao Yuanmu’s sudden silence, frequent overtime work, flying to F country alone but concealing the truth about his going to F country, to Xue Mian looking at him with a complicated look, to Yang Jie’s expressionless expression after returning from F , Xiao Yuanmu's apartment visited the fund manager, lawyer, and doctor who worked for him, and then Xiao Yuanmu's sudden coma, and the property transfer contract.

The truth was almost before his eyes, ready to come out, but Song Xuanhe did not have the courage to touch the truth.

It didn't take long for the doctor in the emergency room to come out. He said to Song Xuan, "Mr. Xiao's current physical condition is very bad, but the specific situation needs further examination and analysis to know."

Song Xuanhe is not surprised. System scans will take time, and the doctor will only be slower. He calmly said, "How long will it take?"

"The fastest three hours." The doctor said conservatively.

Song Xuanhe nodded, and returned to the sofa he had just sat on, with his eyes downcast, silent.

I don’t know how long it took, the system slowly spoke, with a somewhat complicated tone: [Xiao Yuanmu...]

As it spoke, Yang Jie ran over and said to Song Xuan, "Brother Xiao is awake!"

Song Xuan and Huo stood up and ran towards the ward. When they reached the door, he suddenly stopped and took two steps back.

Behind this door is the truth that he has always wanted to know, but now, he is not sure if he really wants to know.

"Song Shao?" Yu Yan walked over and asked, "Mr. Xiao is awake, aren't you going in?"

Song Xuanhe paused, pushing the door while saying: "I'll go in right away."

Yu Yan nodded and left. Song Xuanhe stepped into the ward, colliding with the sight of the man on the bed, except for the paler face.

Song Xuanhe clenched the door tightly, and put down the foot he had just raised, standing by the door quietly looking at Xiao Yuanmu.

Xiao Yuanmu blinked and said to him, "Are you angry?"

Before Song Xuan could answer, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened a bit, and Ming Che watched him: "I'll buy porridge for you to drink, don't you be angry, OK?"