A loud thunder woke Song Xuanhe from his dream.
He stared dazedly at the dark clouds outside the window, yawned loudly, then sat up on the bed and checked the time. It was eleven o'clock in the morning, but the low-hanging black clouds and the sudden rain accompanied by lightning outside made him feel dazed as if he didn't know what day it was.
He sat quietly on the bed for a while to relax, then slowly climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and after washing away the smell of alcohol, he felt much refreshed.
Actually, he didn't drink much yesterday. According to his original alcohol tolerance, there should be no problem at all. But he didn't expect that the original owner's alcohol tolerance was so poor. After just a few glasses of liquor, his head was dizzy.
It seems that I should drink less outside in the future. Song Xuanhe sighed regretfully, wiped his hair and went downstairs.
When he walked into the living room, he found that Xiao Yuanmu, who usually either read in his room or tinkered with something, was actually sitting on the sofa watching TV. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and before he could say anything, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the TV screen and paused.
"——Although this photo is blurry, we can see that actress Liu is drinking with a man. The gestures of the two are very ambiguous, probably the same as the ancient wedding gestures of drinking wine from the same cup. There are also rumors that this Mr. S is not the first time to visit Liu Xu late at night, and they have also been in and out of the same hotel together."
Two blurry photos with the hotel name blurred appeared on TV. Song Xuanhe took a closer look and realized it was the time when he caught Liu Xu and Song Guochao checking into a hotel. He didn't expect that the entertainment reporter ignored Song Guochao and took a photo of him patrolling the front desk and a photo of Liu Xu wearing a mask and walking into the elevator, and then forced them together.
Song Xuanhe was not really angry. Instead, he felt a little amused and expectant. He felt amused because he discovered that no matter which world one is in, telling stories with pictures is one of the survival skills that entertainment media practitioners must master. He also felt expectant because he couldn't wait to know what expression Song Guochao had when he saw the news.
Probably, Song Guochao was already scolding him at this time.
With a gloating smile in his eyes, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He heard the sound of rain outside the window that was like splashing water. He crossed his legs on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and was about to play games with his mobile phone when he saw Xiao Yuanmu standing up.
Song Xuanhe looked up, and their gazes collided with Xiao Yuanmu's in the air. He subconsciously shrank back, feeling that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes at this moment were even more violent than those outside.
However, Xiao Yuanmu just glanced at him and turned away without stopping.
Song Xuanhe was a little puzzled. He held the phone and thought for a while, and found that the boss's mind was really not something that ordinary people could figure out. So he was too lazy to think about it anymore. After all, it was just a plastic acting relationship, and in the future it would be a relationship of chaser and being hunted. Even if he guessed it, it couldn't be changed, so there was no need to waste brain cells.
While Song Xuan and Wuxin were playing games downstairs, Xiao Yuanmu took three cold showers upstairs before he suppressed the anger in his heart.
Xiao Yuanmu stood by the bed, looking at the dark sky outside the window. He felt that the dullness and gloom that had just dissipated seemed to have deepened a little. His eyes were heavy and he suddenly wanted to smoke, but he did not move at all and just stood with his back straight.
He knew that something was different.
He had no doubt that he was absolutely intolerant and disgusted with Song Xuanhe at the beginning, but now, he was not sure what he thought of Song Xuanhe.
He doesn't like her, nor does he hate her anymore, but it's hard to get along with her as an ordinary person who he doesn't need to care about. To him, the current Song Xuanhe is a complex existence that is difficult to describe with a single word.
There was a strange, elusive thing that should not have appeared at all. It appeared in his heart without any warning, like a ray of light breaking through the fog, or like a mirage that tempted tourists to fall to the bottom of the valley. It was hard to tell whether it was good or bad, but it was like silk, entangled with him and unable to break free.
This emotion came unexpectedly and inexplicably, without any signs. He was a little overwhelmed but not repulsed. On the contrary, he was a little curious about the cause of this emotion and how it would develop.
Since there is no way to break free, then just wait and see.
…
After Song Xuanhe finished playing a game, he looked up and found that it was already past twelve o'clock. His stomach growled at the right time. The hunger grew with each growl. He suddenly got courageous and decided to go upstairs to ask Xiao Yuanmu to cook.
He would have to offend her in the future anyway, so he could just enjoy the food now. In a sense, he had gained something.
Standing at the door of Xiao Yuanmu's room, he just raised his hand, but before he could knock, the door was opened. Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes to look at him and said lightly: "Are you hungry?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, then took a step back, crossed his arms and said, "Why aren't you cooking yet?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Xuanhe wanted to eat everything at this time, but considering the ingredients in the refrigerator, he did not embarrass Xiao Yuanmu and said directly: "Chicken, Zuo Zongtang chicken."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly and said calmly, "Okay."
Song Xuanhe was really hungry, so he found something in the kitchen to fill his stomach and ate it, but he didn't dare to eat too much. He thought Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills were worth saving his stomach for waiting.
Xiao Yuanmu cooked very quickly. In less than half an hour, three dishes were served on the table. Song Xuanhe had already been sitting at the table, eagerly waiting.
Even when Song Xuanhe was hungry, he ate slowly, chewing the food bit by bit and carefully feeling the taste of the food.
When they were almost done eating, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly said, "The boiled fish was not on the table the day you knocked it over. I put it in the refrigerator afterwards."
Song Xuanhe froze in his action of picking up the food, then he naturally put a piece of chicken into his mouth, swallowed it, and then looked up at Xiao Yuanmu with a blank expression: "Really?"
"yes."
Song Xuanhe blinked, frowned as if thinking, and then said, "I don't remember if there is boiled fish on the table."
Xiao Yuanmu's face was expressionless, and his tone was neither salty nor bland: "The next morning, the boiled fish in the refrigerator disappeared."
"Is there such a thing?" Song Xuanhe looked surprised and said innocently, "Maybe the cleaning lady fell down this morning."
"The bowl for the boiled fish is also missing."
"Maybe it was taken away by my aunt?" Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, "Maybe she took it and ate it herself."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him calmly, "Really?"
"It's possible." Song Xuanhe sighed in a serious tone and said, "Maybe he thought it looked good and ate it himself."
Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks, said no more, and returned to his usual cool demeanor.
Song Xuanhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, congratulating himself for being smart and shifting the blame in time. If Xiao Yuanmu knew that he got up in the middle of the night and ate the bowl of boiled fish fillets, and threw the bowl away to destroy the evidence because he didn't know how to wash it, how could he be convincing when he played the role of an arrogant and domineering second-generation rich kid in the future?
Monday, unexpectedly calm, 5:30 p.m.
Song Xuanhe waited outside the venture capital department on time. People came out one after another. They didn't feel strange to see him. They greeted him with a smile, and their tone was no longer as reserved as before.
Not long after, Xiao Yuanmu came over and said calmly when he saw him, "Let's go."
Just as the two were about to leave, they heard someone calling out in a hurry: "Boss Xiao Song! Xiao Xiao!"
Song Xuanhe turned around and saw the impatience flashing across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, but still asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's like this." The man, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, said with a smile, "Today is the day for our venture capital department to have a dinner party. Xiao Xiao said he couldn't go this afternoon, but I think this is Xiao Xiao's first party since joining the company. If he directly turned down the party, it would inevitably leave an impression on his colleagues that he is not very sociable. Besides, it would be good for future work to have more contact with colleagues, wouldn't it? And if President Xiao Song also comes, maybe he can encourage everyone and make everyone more passionate about the company."
Even though attending the dinner was a necessary plot, Song Xuanhe still raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "I don't know, as a person in the marketing department, how can having dinner with your venture capital department boost the morale of the employees?"
The man with glasses choked, but the smile on his face didn't change at all. He said, "Since it doesn't boost morale, then Mr. Song can also attend as a family member."
After all, anyone who can make it to the management level is a shrewd person. After hearing what he said, if Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu were really in love, it would be difficult for them to refuse him anyway.
However, he and Xiao Yuanmu were not in a relationship, and he could not refuse.
So Song Xuanhe stopped making things difficult for the project manager of the venture capital department and smiled and said, "Since you said so, let's go."
When Song Xuan and the other three arrived, the private room was already full of people. The barbecue restaurant was filled with smoke and the meat was sizzling, creating a unique sense of liveliness.
Seeing them come in, most people were a little surprised. The smart ones stood up and made room for them, saying, "Mr. Xiao Song, Mr. Xiao, Mr. Zhang, you sit here."
Song Xuanhe was not polite and pulled Xiao Yuanmu to sit at two separate tables. Soon new bowls and chopsticks were brought up, and someone even put the freshly baked food into a bowl and handed it to them.
"No need." Song Xuanhe waved his hand to refuse the girl who handed over the plate, raised his chin and pointed at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "I'll eat what he grilled."
Everyone's expressions changed slightly, their eyes became ambiguous, and a male colleague smiled and said, "I understand."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently, rolled up his sleeves calmly, took the barbecue tongs and scissors, helped him grill the meat, and put each piece into his bowl. It was cooked to the right degree and served with vegetarian dishes.
Song Xuanhe frowned when he saw this. Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu didn't seem angry? After all, the original book described that Xiao Yuanmu had a cold face at that time.
However, Xiao Yuanmu usually had no expression on his face, and he was very skilled in hiding his emotions. It was normal that you couldn't see any changes in his expression. After all, this big guy was very patient.
I just hope that after he finishes, he can continue to maintain this good habit of being as firm as a rock.
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