"Song Er!"
Zhou Nan caught up with him, put his arm around his shoulders with a smile, and said, "Don't be so stingy, it's just a meal."
Guan Zhi followed closely and reminded him, "You owe me a meal, don't forget it."
Song Xuanhe paused, turned around and looked at Guan Zhi, his eyes swept across his still childish face, and said, "Answer me a question, and I will agree to it."
Guan Zhi: “You say.”
Song Xuanhe's eyes flickered, "Why did you come to China?"
"Have a meal."
Song Xuanhe gave him a look and turned away.
"Does he believe it?" Guan Zhi asked Zhou Nan.
Zhou Nan shrugged: "He doesn't believe it."
"Why don't you believe it?" Guan Zhi frowned, walked a few steps faster to walk side by side with him, and asked: "I came to China because you promised to treat me to a meal before, did you regret it?"
When they reached the elevator, Wei Chen also came over. He happened to hear Guan Zhi's words and curled his lips and said, "I'll prove for him that he really came here for dinner."
"But you can ask him who reminded him to come over for dinner."
The elevator door opened, Song Xuanhe stepped in and looked at Guan Zhi.
Although Guan Zhi was used to being straightforward, he was not stupid. He knew the reason why Song Xuanhe asked this question at a glance, and betrayed Xiao Yuanmu without any psychological burden: "Xiao Yuanmu asked me to come. His pussy is delicious. He promised me that as long as I stay in China for a few days, he will give me his pussy when I return."
After he finished speaking, everyone had different expressions.
Young Master Guan, who did not understand the profoundness of the Chinese language, frowned, thinking that Song Xuanhe had gone back on his word, and snorted, "You promised me that you would treat me to a meal if I answered your question, so you are not going back on your word now, are you?"
Song Xuanhe coughed, pointed at the elevator button, and said to Zhou Nan, "Why is no one pressing the floor button?"
"Minus two?" Zhou Nan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "My car is in the parking lot. If you treat me to a meal, I'll take you there without paying the fare."
Facing Guan Zhi's innocent eyes, Song Xuanhe felt for the first time that he shouldn't refuse someone's request, so he could only nod: "Please."
Guan Zhi never hid her feelings on her face. She smiled when he said that she would let go. Then she turned to look at Wei Chen and said, "We are going to have dinner. You can go back by yourself."
Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe, curled his lips and slapped Guan Zhi on the head: "How do you talk to your cousin? Just now when you wanted my help, you called me brother, but now you don't take me with you to dinner."
"Song Xuanhe is inviting guests. He is the host and I am the guest. I have no right to invite you."
Wei Chen looked at Song Xuanhe, Guan Zhi also looked at him, and even Zhou Nan looked at him with a smile of watching the fun.
Facing six pairs of eyes at once, Song Xuan didn't even blink, and said calmly: "You can go, but you have to pay for it yourself."
Wei Chen glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "Okay."
As soon as he entered the parking lot, Song Xuanhe's cell phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he paused and motioned Zhou Nan and the others to get in the car first.
Zhou Nan and Guan Zhi didn't think much and got into the car one after another. Only Wei Chen's eyes moved around Song Xuanhe. When he noticed that Song Xuanhe's eyes met his gaze, he turned his eyes away slowly and left nonchalantly.
Song Xuanhe retracted his gaze and looked at the hour hand of his watch, and asked, "Why are you calling at this time?"
Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice came with a bit of hoarseness: "I have been in a meeting all night, and I thought you should have dinner by now, so I wanted to ask what you had for dinner?"
“I haven’t eaten yet.”
Ever since Xiao Yuanmu asked Song Xuanhe not to go to the Xiao family banquet last time, the atmosphere between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu has become a little weird. It can't be said to be cold, but it's definitely not intimate either. There is always a strange feeling between the two of them.
"Oh?" Xiao Yuanmu stood up, ignoring the two people standing or lying behind him, and walked to the window, looking at the quietest and darkest streets of Y City in the day. He listened to the slight breathing sounds beside his ears, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, saying: "Usually you should have eaten by this time, did something delay you?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at Guan Zhi, who was driving a convertible and discussing something with Zhou Nan. When he looked away, the corners of his mouth curled up: "I met an unexpected person and promised to treat him to a meal. I'm preparing to go over now."
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Guan Zhi? I remember he went to Huaguo today."
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "Wei Chen."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, but his voice remained unchanged: "How did you meet him?"
Song Xuanhe's eyes flashed with cunning, and the arc of his mouth raised also revealed a hint of cynicism because of his master's smug mood: "I just said that I owe him a meal. It's not normal to meet him at a meal together."
"How come I didn't know you owed him a meal."
Thinking of the news he heard a few days ago, Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips slightly, his eyes were heavy, and his clear voice became a little more hoarse.
"You are not in China." Song Xuanhe Lanlan said, "It's normal not to know a lot of things, right?"
The moonlight passed through the pitch-black city and cast a faint light in front of the French window. Xiao Yuanmu paused, and the dark color in his eyes dissipated. He raised his head slightly and stared at the nearly full moon. The moonlight fell on his dark pupils, reflecting a dazzling light. He lowered his eyes to hide the light in his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his tone was light: "That's right."
"But I met Wei Chen because of Guan Zhi." Song Xuanhe changed the subject and said, "Guan Zhi said that you bribed him with a bowl of noodles to come to China. Why?"
"The Xiao family has been cooperating with the Guan family recently. Guan Zhi often comes to see me, but I'm too busy."
Xiao Yuanmu denied the "bribery" mentioned by Song Xuanhe, and was very good at avoiding the main point. He did not talk about his motives for sending Guan Zhi to China, but instead talked about the cooperation between the Xiao family and the Guan family. He did not even mention his own company, and cleared himself of all charges with just one sentence.
"What's the matter with the noodles?" Song Xuanhe asked, "You thought Guan Zhi was too troublesome, so you used a bowl of noodles as a lure to send him to China, using a bowl of noodles to buy a few days of peace?"
Xiao Yuanmu answered briefly and affirmatively: "Yes."
Song Xuanhe sneered, knowing that it was almost impossible to get anything out of Xiao Yuanmu, so he stopped talking and said, "They are still waiting for me to have dinner together. I'll hang up first."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes dimmed, and his slightly raised chin slowly dropped. His gaze fell on the clear but faint moonlight on the ground. He hummed softly, but did not hang up the phone first.
Listening to the breathing sounds on the other end, Song Xuanhe's finger, which had already reached the hang-up button, paused. He knew that if he didn't hang up, Xiao Yuanmu wouldn't hang up either. It had always been like this. No matter how busy Xiao Yuanmu was, he would never hang up his phone first.
After dozens of seconds, the breathing sound from the other end of the phone was still there. Xiao Yuanmu's drooping eyelashes trembled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a knock on the door. Yang Jie went out and walked in again. When he saw him looking over, he waved the phone silently.
Xiao Yuanmu's pupils froze slightly, and the light in his eyes, which had just softened, suddenly became cold, and his long and straight eyelashes instantly raised, like a sword drawn from its sheath, carrying a chilling chill.
At the same time, Song Xuanhe's voice came: "I'm fine."
Just three short words, followed by the silence of the phone being hung up.
This was the first time that Yang Jie saw Xiao Yuanmu in a better mood after hanging up the phone than when he was calling. He glanced at Louis in surprise. Louis obviously also noticed this unusual point. His originally sleepy expression instantly brightened up, and his sunny and handsome face was filled with the enthusiasm of a neighborhood auntie for gossip.
"Xiao, did you hear the good news?"
Xiao Yuanmu turned and walked over, leaving the moonlight behind him, but the moonlight followed his steps, casting a faint glow on his side, falling on his well-defined profile, and also sprinkling on his high brows and long eyelashes. In the fine light, his eyes were vague and affectionate, as if filled with infinite affection.
Louis was stunned for a moment, then he took a breath after coming back to his senses. If he hadn't been so straight, he would have been charmed by Xiao Yuanmu just now. And for a moment, he thought that Xiao Yuanmu might really be a little sexier than him.
"right."
But it was definitely just a tiny bit, and this bit was at most eight decimal places away… Louis was startled, and suddenly looked up with an expression of disbelief.
Xiao actually answered him?
Ever since he knew about Song Xuanhe's existence, he had developed an infinite curiosity about this person, because he could not imagine what the person who could make Xiao Yuanmu fall in love with him looked like, or how capable he was, so much so that if Xiao Yuanmu had not warned him, he would not have been able to help but investigate privately himself.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's curiosity had never been satisfied. Not to mention the information passed on from the Chinese bodyguards, he had never heard a single word related to Song Xuanhe from Xiao Yuanmu's mouth, not to mention his inquiries about Song Xuanhe, which Xiao Yuanmu would never be able to answer.
The existence of Song Xuanhe, the person represented by these three words and Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be the most rare treasure hidden deepest by the Western dragon, or the reverse scale under the throat of the Eastern dragon. Not to mention touching it, even mentioning it would bring fatal disaster.
So, when Louis heard Xiao Yuanmu's short one-word answer, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He felt that he had finally walked into the cave that Xiao Yuanmu had been guarding, and could get a glimpse of the part that was most precious to him. He could know all his private affairs and gossip like Yang Jie, and fill his curiosity that had been deserted for a long time.
Louis opened his mouth and was about to ask in detail, but when Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him, he immediately closed his mouth, knowing that it was just his illusion.
Yang Jie glanced at Louis, rolled his eyes and looked away, then handed the phone to Xiao Yuanmu.
Xiao Yuanmu took the phone and listened quietly to the report. Two minutes later, when the person on the other end finished speaking, he said calmly, "Is Zhou Rong in the police station now?"
The other side replied respectfully: "Yes, this is what Mr. Song meant."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes half-dropped, hiding the deep darkness in his eyes, and his cold voice was light and icy: "Since it is what he wants, let's do it according to his wishes."
“However, I hope that both of them will enter a drug rehabilitation center before being transferred to prison.”
No emotion could be heard in the light voice, but the person on the other end of the phone felt a chill coming from his feet to his scalp, and his hair stood up all over his body.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and he quickly calmed down and said respectfully: "I understand."
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