MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 125 One hundred and twenty-five

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Song Yong and his head looked down at Xiao Huang beside the stool, and Xiao Huang also looked at him with a curiosity.

One person and one dog stared at each other for more than ten seconds. Song Yunhe asked, "Do you know me?"

Xiao Huang shifted her head and her eyes were watery.

Song Zhenghe looked up and said to Xiao Yuanmu: "It doesn't know me, you think wrong."

Xiao Yuanmu supported his lower jaw with one hand, and when eating Song Nianhe said, he ate the noodles quietly, and no longer gave his eyes to the little fat dog that started to bark beside his legs. Chant: "Can I ask you a question?"

Song Xunhe just finished eating the last bite of noodles. He was wiping his mouth at this time. After hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he looked up and looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a little vigilance.

Xiao Yuanmu was amused by his expression, but the corner of his mouth only lifted for a moment and then pressed down. He put his hand on the jaw naturally on the table, and the five fingers slightly bent. Only the forefinger lifted slightly, when When it knocked on the table and made an inaudible sound, Xiao Yuanmu said, "Why did you have a hunch when Xiao Shenglin was in trouble?"

Song Yong tightened his hand holding the chopsticks, and looked calm with a hint of wonder: "Why suddenly ask this?"

"Just curious." Xiao Yuanmu's mouth slightly hooked, but his dark eyes could not see the smile, "I don't know why, I feel you can anticipate what will happen in the future."

"How is that possible?" Song Yan and Mi laughed with disbelief and ridicule under their eyes: "Are you watching more TV shows? Predicting the future ... should you say that you have been watching more fairy tales recently?"

Song Yuan and every subtle expression fell into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. He lowered his eyes to narrow down the dark light in his eyes, and his tone could not discern the emotion: "I also hope that I think too much."

"Of course you think too much."

Song Yonghe tightened his hand holding the napkin, but the smile on his face remained the same. He said, "Maybe there are too many things in the Xiao family that put you under pressure, so there are some hallucinations or weird things. dream."

"you know me well."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, his tone was somewhat unknown.

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

So Song Yehe did not shy away, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu: "I seem to know you better than I expected."

Xiao Yuanmu: "I used to think that your eyes were always lying."

Song Yan and his heart jumped, but still calmly waited for Xiao Yuanmu's next sentence.

Who knew Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything, but just got up and said, "It's very late, get ready to rest."

Song Yan and the corners of his mouth moved, and finally he pressed his urge to ask Xiao Yuanmu what the sentence just meant. He pretended to follow Xiao Yuanmu casually, but his heart felt a little uneasy. increase.

This anxiety didn't stop until I walked into a room that looked like the master bedroom.

"I'm sleeping here?" Song Yanhe stood still at the door.

Xiao Yuanmu turned and nodded faintly.

Song Youhe: "How about you?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "My family has only one bed."

The meaning is quite obvious.

Song Yan and sneer: "Then you let me come to your house?"

"Under normal circumstances, couples sleep in the same bed in the same house," Xiao Yuanmu said. "This should be known when you assume that we should follow the normal couple's relationship model."

"My default is that we have broken up."

"Then why did you come to the apartment of the ex-boyfriend who broke up."

Song Yihe held his arms and said in a tone without turning around: "I sleep on the sofa, you sleep in your own room."

"The sofa is where Xiaohuang is." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "If you want to sleep with it, I have no opinion."

Song Yan and Bai returned to the living room at a glance. Sure enough, he saw Xiao Huang lying quietly on the sofa. He was very excited to see him coming over, stood up on the sofa, and jumped a few times to welcome him.

Song Xunhe and Xiao Huang stared at each other for a long time, and finally turned around and returned to Xiao Yuanmu's room.

Xiao Yuanmu took a shower, wearing only a pair of pajamas, and was scrubbing his hair. Seeing Song Yehe came in didn't change his expression, it seemed to have been known to be the result.

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

Song Zhenghe nodded and turned into the bathroom.

Song Yunhe rarely thinks about the things that have already been decided. Since he decided to sleep with Xiao Yuanmu for a night today, he will not twiddle again.

The bathroom in Xiao Yuanmu's room was large. In the center of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window was a new jacuzzi. Newspapers, books and tablets were placed on the shelf next to it. Song Xunhe glanced at him, and after changing a word, he changed his clothes Shower, took a quick shower.

After I took a shower, I saw a stack of pajamas on the finishing rack. Song Yuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu hadn't worn it, and when he put it on, it turned out to be his size.

Even styles and materials are his favorite.

[Is Xiao Yuanmu aware of it? 】

As Song Yonghe finished buttoning the last button, the system said in his mind: [Did he just ask you if those words had already doubted you? 】

Song Zhenghe looked at herself in the mirror with powder on her cheeks because of water vapor, picked up the hair while blowing her hair and said lightly: "What do you notice? 】

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

The system is serious: [According to the data, it can be concluded that Xiao Yuanmu knows that the possibility that you have a system is almost zero, because in the knowledge he has learned, there is no such material for the time being. 】

[So what are you worried about? 】

The system was silent, and when Song Ye and Raising his legs were going out, he said: [I noticed that the influence of you and Xiao Yuanmu on each other is increasing. In addition to the value of emotional fluctuations, there are many hidden data. I Worried you will change your decision as a result. 】

[What decision? Song Yehe only asked afterwards, and the corners of his mouth whispered, "My decision is not so easy to change, and you don't want me to stay in this world. If I change my mind, you should be happy. 】

[I'm the system. ] The system emphasized its identity again and said: [I can't feel your human emotions, but my data compares your situation in two worlds and tells me that you stay in this world than you return to yours The world is more favorable. 】

[How is it beneficial? 】

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

Song Yan and raising his eyebrows seemed a little surprised: [It seems that I can live a happier life in this world. 】

【You can say that. 】

However, Song Yunhe's expression was indifferent. [Emotional value is the calculation method of your system. Whether I am happy or not, only myself can judge. 】

Song Yanhe no longer cares about the system and opens the bathroom door.

The moment the door was opened, the system asked: "Can you really judge whether you will be happy? 】

Song Xun walked with his footsteps, and under Xiao Yuanmu's sight, looked calmly to the other side of the bed and sat down.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu looking to this side, Song Yehe opened the corner of the quilt and went in, "I'm asleep, good night."

Xiao Songzhang and pulled the quilt to her ears, revealing only the hairy head just 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 to sleep.

Moonlight effortlessly penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkled on the floor of the large but empty room, and also trapped the two people on each side of the bed under the soft light.

Xiao Yuanmu stretched out his hand, tearing Song Yuhe's quilt a bit, and dragged him into his arms as he turned his head.

Song Xunhe kicked him in a fierce tone: "What? Let go."

Xiao Yuanmu lifted one leg around his still-kick leg, wrapped his hands around his waist, and looked at him against his forehead: "Are you happy to sleep with me?"

"I'm not happy if you hold me." Song Xunhe made a little effort. After coming to this world, he didn't make much exercise, but he couldn't make enough for Xiao Yuanmu, only glanced at him: "Let it go."

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

Xiao Yuanmu's voice was low and deep, and he was transitioned by Qing Lingling's moonlight, which caused Song Xunhe to have the illusion of his voice being very gentle.

When I first slept in a strange bed, Song Yehe always felt awkward in all sleeping positions, but at this time, Xiao Yuanmu was surprised and comfortable. In this case, Song Yehe was too lazy to move again. Closing his eyes, "I'm not unhappy."

"You know me very well," Xiao Yuanmu said in his ear. "Just like I know you."

Song Yan shook his eyelashes, and then said, "I don't know you as well as you think."

"But I know you better than you think."

"Really?" Song Yunhe became interested, changed her posture and lay face to face with Xiao Yuanmu, jokingly: "What are I thinking now?"

Xiao Yuan Mu Dingding looked at his clear eyes. Moonlight seemed to bring countless stars, all of which were in his smiling eyes. Between the stars was his figure, clear and real, and addictive.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu just looked at him and said nothing, Song Yan and his eyes narrowed, "Can't guess?"

"Don't say anything since you can't guess ... heh."

Xiao Yuanmu's kiss came without any warning. He only paused for a second at the corner of Song Xunhe's mouth and kissed his eyes upward.

The warm touch sticks to the thin eyelids. Song Yan and the movements of holding his fists lifted a meal. Before coming to remember to feel deeper, I felt that warmth had left.

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

Song Kun opened his eyes kindly, facing Xiao Yuanmu's smiling eyes, took out the hand he was holding, and said blankly, "You guessed wrong, I just itch my fists."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't break through him, just kissed the corner of his eyes again, his eyes fell on the blue and black under his eyes, and he whispered, "Sleep, good night."

Song Yuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a particularly gentle look in the moonlight. He squeezed into the corner of his mouth and turned his back to him. Then he closed his eyes and slept.

When Song Wei and Woke up the next day, Xiao Yuanmu was no longer in the apartment.

There is a note on the bedside, which is Xiao Yuanmu's handwriting: breakfast is on the table, you can call me if you have any questions, or you can come to the company to find me.

Song Yan and raised his eyebrows, put down the note, yawned and went into the bathroom, only to feel awake after washing. On the table were fried pancakes, porridge and orange juice. Song Yuanhe ate it hot and ate it a little bit. After packing, he went out.

Back to the hotel where I stayed for a few days in the city of Y, Song Ye and Swipe the card only to find that they could not open the door of their room.

Song Yehe returned to ask downstairs. Before he spoke, he saw the room manager hurriedly and apologized to him for the first time: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Song, our staff originally arranged to deliver your luggage to you Apartment, but because the wake-up bellman accidentally stumbled into your suitcase while packing, we took some time to clean up and just started now. "

Song Yan and his eyebrows wrinkled, and suddenly he had a bad feeling.

However, before he asked, he heard the manager continue: "This is all the responsibility of our hotel. We will try our best to compensate you for the loss. In order to express our apologies, we will compensate you for 30 days worldwide. Executive suite check-in, please let us know if you have additional requirements. "

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

The manager answered, "Mr. Louis Brown," even if he was puzzled.

Song Yan and his mouth twitched slightly, and Pi Xiaorou didn't smile: "Tell your boss, you don't need to compensate me for my room voucher, just borrow his apartment for a few days."

The manager froze, and when he wanted to speak, he saw Song Yehe left without looking back.

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

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

"If Yang Jie is here," Xiao Yuanmu said without raising his head. "He will let you knock on the door."

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

Xiao Yuanmu put down his hand and looked up: "What's the matter?"

"I think Song is up."

Louis picked up the wine he had been peeping at for a long time, opened it, and poured himself a glass of wine. He sat down on the sofa and sipped gently, "Don't you need to call him?"

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes fell on the red wine that he was going to give to Song Yong and was opened by Louis at this time. Thinking of what he helped in the morning, his voice was lowered a few degrees: "Say something quickly."

"The manager of the hotel called me. I think Song should go to the hotel to find him."

"then."

"Then?" Louis drank, and coughed after a few seconds. "Then I'll come to you right away ..."

Before Xiao Yuanmu got up, Louis hurriedly called the hotel manager's phone and opened the PA directly.

A strange male voice came: "Mr. Brown."

Louis raised an eyebrow at Xiao Yuanmu and said to the phone: "Is it, is there anything wrong?"

"You asked me to check out Mr. Song today and deliver the luggage to the apartment in Central Park. We have delayed a little because of some errors. We have now delivered it, but Mr. Song just came to the hotel."

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

"He refused our compensation."

This is considered to be Louis ’s expectation, and Xiao Yuanmu is not surprised, so neither of them is surprised. Louis said: "Did he ask?"

"Yes, Mr. Brown," said the hotel manager. "Mr. Song said, I hope you will borrow your apartment for a few days as compensation."

Louis: ...

Louis took a step back, said a few words to the phone and hung up the phone, only to go three meters away from Xiao Yuanmu: "Song may not like your apartment, I said before, you Apartment is too big and does not have the slightest breath of life. I ca n’t see the taste of the owner. He may have recognized my taste after seeing me yesterday. Designer, you know, sometimes in their opinion, it ’s suitable. Taste may be more important than many things. "

Xiao Yuanmu asked, "What things?"

Louis stepped back again: "Love?"

After waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to look over, Louis hurried out of the office.

Xiao Yuanmu returned to his position. As soon as he picked up the phone, the ringtone rang, an unfamiliar number, but Xiao Yuanmu knew that it was Song Ye and his number in Mi.

Song Zhehe returned to Central Park and wanted to take out his luggage. He remembered that he had no card for Xiao Yuanmu's apartment and could only call. At this time, he was sitting on a chair in the park and the white-haired old man walking the dog passed by A German hound sniffed his nose and screamed loudly when Song Ye and his side were around.

"Wang Wang!" He looked fierce.

Song Zhenghe raised his eyebrows and said with a loud heart that he really hated all creatures that liked barking, and then looked away.

Just then Xiao Yuanmu's voice came: "Where are you?"

Song Yuanhe was drawn back to his thoughts by Xiao Yuanmu's voice, and said, "A dog is calling to me in the park downstairs of your house. I suspect it is because I smell a little fat."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and lowered the smile on his mouth, saying, "I've been very busy lately, and I haven't been walking with Xiao Huang. If you have time now, can you take it to walk in the park, it hasn't come out for a long time. pass."

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

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

Song Yunhe: "Do you think I will believe you don't know this thing?"

"I just knew it," Xiao Yuanmu said. "Louis came in and told me five minutes ago."

"Oh?" Song Jihe said in a curious tone, expressionlessly: "He is your friend and partner, but he has only one side with me, so why did he help me leave my room? I am curious . "

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

Song Yunhe: "No need."

"Then you take Xiao Huangsan for a walk." Xiao Yuanmu said a little lightly, as if guilty: "The company and the Xiao family have too many things during this time, it has not been out for more than a month."

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

Hearing Song Minhe's tone softened, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes crossed a smile, saying: "It's very good and likes you very much, and won't lose it."

Song Yonghe struggled with one last point: "I will not be responsible if I lose it."

"I'll say hello to the people downstairs, you can go in directly, Xiaohuang's rope is on the low shelf of the entrance. If you can't find it, tell Xiaohuang to go out and play, and it will find it out."

Song Yanhe got up, "I see."

Xiao Yuanmu greeted him, Song Yehe and upstairs quickly with the help of the doorman. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiao Huang rush forward enthusiastically, hopping around him to make him feel.

Thinking of what Xiao Yuanmu said just now, Song Yehe was very skeptical that a stupid dog with a low IQ in front of him could find a dog leash, so he squatted and said, "Now you can add food, but you have to find it Dog food. "

Xiao Huang rolled around on the ground and twisted Song Yong and his side, arching him hard, hoping that he would touch his belly.

Song Yan rubbed disgustedly and continued: "You can eat as much as you want now, and I will take you for a walk after eating, as long as you can find what to eat."

Xiao Huang jumped up instantly, ran to the porch to get out of the leash, rushed to Song Yun and shook her tail.

Song Yan and raised his eyebrows, it seems that this silly dog ​​can only understand to go out to play.

However, the next second when Song Yonghe took the rope, Xiao Huang turned and ran to the kitchen. He purposely arched the dining room chair to the edge of the cabinet. He jumped on the chair with a short leg, and threw a few times. Then I stood on the chair, and bite a drawer, and took out a bag of dog food from it. After the dog food fell to the ground, I knew that the drawer was closed, and then I jumped off the chair.

Song Yanhe was stunned. When Xiao Huangzhen finished his dog food and drank his exclusive dog food bowl, he was still thinking whether there were too few dogs he had seen since childhood, or the smarter the more obese dogs. .

Xiao Huang yelled at him, ran his tail and ran inside. Song Zhehe stood in place to see what it could do, and when he saw that it had stopped halfway, he stopped and kept yelling at him.

After Xiao Huang ran back and called a few times, Song Yonghe barely understood the meaning, followed it through the living room and entered the room next to the master bedroom.

Song Yuanhe knew that this was Xiao Yuanmu's study, and he would not go in after standing at the door, but Xiao Huang yelled at Xiao Yuanmu's desk, as if there was something very tempting to seduce it. .

"Wang!"

Xiao Huang ran over and started rushing to Song Yan and shaking his tail. He turned and looked at the direction of the desk while shaking, his eyes were full of anticipation.

"I don't think Xiao Yuanmu will put your snack in the study." Song Zhenghe said, "Let's go, take a walk."

Xiao Huang couldn't understand, but just stared at him indifferently, seeing that he went to the desk and called to the desk's cabinet, unmoved, and watched him as he barked.

Song Yan and helplessness had to go in. After seeing the documents on the desk, he looked away, and opened the cabinet that Xiao Huang had been pulling with his claws but couldn't open.

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

Xiao Huang was instantly excited, whining and crying, to let Song Yehe feel apart to feed him.

Song Yan and raised his eyebrows, took a beef jerky, opened it, fed it, and then closed the drawer, but glanced over the familiar kraft paper cover under the snack bag.

If he read correctly, this should be a sketchbook that he placed in the study and disappeared somehow. In addition to some design drafts, there are many portraits of Xiao Yuanmu.

But how could he disappear the sketchbook here Xiao Yuanmu.

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