After hearing these three words, Song Xuanhe knew that Xiao Yuanmu was just joking, but the shock he had just felt had driven away all his sleepiness.
Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu opposite him with a cold expression, and without any hesitation, he raised his hand to hang up the video.
Xiao Yuanmu: "You don't need to investigate Zhou Rong's affairs."
Song Xuanhe paused and opened his eyes slightly.
Xiao Yuanmu: "I will handle his affairs, don't get involved."
Song Xuanhe frowned and asked, "What did you find out?"
"A lot." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "I'll tell you when it's over."
Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is originally my own business. If you don't let me investigate, you should give me a reason, at least let me know who is behind it."
"This matter involves the Horsman family." Xiao Yuanmu frowned a little, and his tone was a little more serious than before: "It will be dangerous if you get involved. Don't worry about it anymore. Be obedient."
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's last two words, Song Xuanhe's eyebrows jumped, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything back, just looked away and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"Um."
Yang Jie, who was standing in the corner, was stunned. His eyes stayed on Xiao Yuanmu's side face, which showed no emotion and even the corner of his mouth was slightly curved than usual, for a few seconds. Then he looked away and pursed his lips.
Suddenly, he seemed to know why Brother Xiao liked Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe didn't know there was another person in Xiao Yuanmu's room. After hearing his admission, he showed an interested look: "Tell me about it and make me happy."
Xiao Yuanmu sat upright, holding his phone in one hand and resting the other hand on his lap, staring at Song Xuanhe on the other end of the video, and said, "You may not be happy even if I tell you."
"I'll know after you tell me." Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows. His expression, which had been cold since being woken up, finally softened, and he even smiled a little: "And I think something that can make you unhappy should make me sound happy."
"Xiao, my mother." Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes stared at Song Xuanhe, and he lowered his voice: "She is very interested in you, and she is very disappointed that you didn't come today."
Song Xuanhe paused with a smile on his face and asked, "What does this have to do with your unhappiness?"
"I'm worried that she will go to you." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe's pursed lips and said in a slow tone: "Or, go to Aunt Song and bring up the matter between you and me."
"What's going on between you and me?" Song Xuanhe was skeptical: "Even if you find my mom, you can't tell me anything."
Xiao Yuanmu raised the corners of his lips, nodded slightly, and said with a hoarse smile: "Maybe."
Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes, looked at him intently for a few seconds, and was about to hang up the video. However, just as his finger was about to hang up, his eyes suddenly fixed and his brows frowned.
"you……"
The screen is tactile and the video has been disconnected.
Before, Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe had always contacted each other by phone, and this was their first video call, so Yang Jie didn't know how fast Song Xuanhe always hung up the phone. When he saw Song Xuanhe hung up Xiao Yuanmu's call without even notifying him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
From the time he started following Xiao Yuanmu until now, whether he was hiding in the imperial capital before or when RE later grew and developed, he had only seen Xiao Yuanmu hang up on other people. This was the first time he saw someone hang up on him.
And it was hung so neatly and cleanly, without any delay.
"Brother Xiao..." Yang Jie carefully glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's face, but he was not Song Xuanhe. It should be said that apart from Song Xuanhe, almost no one could tell whether Xiao Yuanmu was happy or angry. So after watching for a few seconds, he couldn't tell what Xiao Yuanmu's mood was. He could only hesitantly comfort him according to his own thoughts: "Maybe Second Young Master Song's hand slipped and he didn't mean to hang up your phone."
Xiao Yuanmu had already gotten used to Song Xuanhe hanging up on him at will. After talking with Song Xuanhe just now, his gloomy mood had eased a lot. When he heard what Yang Jie said, a smile flashed across his eyes and he said, "He did it on purpose."
Yang Jie choked and wanted to say something but didn't know what. He could only lick the corner of his mouth and stood there without saying a word.
Xiao Yuanmu stood up and handed the phone to Yang Jie for safekeeping, then tied up the tie he had just torn loose and said calmly, "Go down."
Thinking of what Song Xuanhe had just said about Xiao Yuanmu being in a bad mood, Yang Jie hesitated for a few seconds. However, when he saw Xiao Yuanmu raising his leg, he lowered his eyes, turned around and followed him.
However, before he had taken a few steps, Xiao Yuanmu's cell phone rang. It was not the ringtone set by the system, but a very strange sound.
Xiao Yuanmu paused and turned to look at Yang Jie.
Yang Jie took out his phone and saw the video link and the name on the screen. He looked up and said to Xiao Yuanmu, "It's Mr. Song."
Xiao Yuanmu's pupils lit up. He took Yang Jie's phone and opened the video. Sure enough, Song Xuanhe's face appeared on the opposite side again.
"Sorry." Song Xuanhe looked innocent: "My hand slipped and I hung up accidentally."
Yang Jie: …
Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, then tactfully returned to the corner where he had just stood.
Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips slightly, sat back in his original seat, hummed softly, and waited for Song Xuanhe to speak.
Of course, he didn't believe that Song Xuanhe accidentally hung up the phone, and he knew that if there was nothing wrong, Song Xuanhe would never call him again.
However, Song Xuanhe did not speak for a long time. Instead, as time passed, his brows furrowed a little, with a hint of worry between his brows.
Xiao Yuanmu bent the fingers on his legs, moved a little, and spoke first without making any noise: "What's wrong?"
Song Xuanhe carefully observed Xiao Yuanmu's expression and said in a clear and gentle voice: "I want to confirm something. Move your phone away so that I can see your upper body."
Xiao Yuanmu paused, something flashed in his eyes, but he still did as he was told.
Song Xuanhe's gaze moved from his tie down to the hole in his suit jacket. His gaze paused and continued to move down to his hand, which was resting a few centimeters below the button.
Noticing Song Xuanhe's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu moved his crossed legs, his expression calm: "What are you looking at?"
Song Xuanhe asked: "Are you alone in the room?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Yang Jie not far away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nothing.
Song Xuanhe thought he was alone, and his already suspicious expression darkened. His tone was filled with a hint of anger and worry that he himself was not aware of: "You have a stomachache now, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes trembled, and he tightened his grip on the phone, his expression unchanged as he said, "Why do you ask that?"
Yang Jie suddenly looked up at Xiao Yuanmu, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what he thought of, and finally closed his mouth and continued to listen.
However, the topic Xiao Yuanmu brought up confirmed Song Xuanhe's guess and he asked again: "So, are you having a stomachache now?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was calm: "No."
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe's face tensed up. The sunlight fell on his fair skin, clear and cold. "You probably don't know that every time you have stomach discomfort, your voice will be lower than usual, and your mouth will unconsciously purse when you speak, and your hands will be placed near your stomach and abdomen."
The calmness on Xiao Yuanmu's face was broken for the first time, and a trace of shock appeared on his face.
This was the first time that someone could accurately perceive his mood and precisely observe and judge his physical condition. If this person was not Song Xuanhe, or if he discovered in his previous life that someone could understand him so well, he would definitely be wary and on guard, and even try to make that person disappear from his side.
But this person is Song Xuanhe, the current Song Xuanhe.
He is different from others.
Xiao Yuanmu knew very well that Song Xuan was different from other people to him, but he could not describe the complex emotions brought about by this difference. There were not only happy and relaxed feelings, but also gloomy and negative ones. However, no matter whether it was good or bad, he was willing to accept it all and was absolutely unwilling to let go.
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was thinking. All he could see in the video was his drooping eyelashes.
In fact, he himself didn't know why he was so angry when he found out that Xiao Yuanmu was feeling unwell, but it seemed that he was not only angry at Xiao Yuanmu, but also about everything else.
This kind of thing made him irritable and even more irritable. Song Xuanhe's face became colder, and his tone became colder. His questions were like laser cannons, one after another: "Why didn't you go to the hospital if you were not feeling well? Why didn't you tell others? Is face so important? More important than your health?"
Following Song Xuanhe's questioning voice, Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was sitting on the sofa. Seeing that he lowered his eyes and remained silent as if he agreed, Yang Jie was at a loss. He didn't know whether he should be shocked that Song Xuanhe was so domineering towards Xiao Yuanmu, or whether he should blame himself for not even noticing that his boss was unwell as an assistant.
"Xiao Yuanmu." Song Xuanhe asked, "Don't you take care of your body?"
Xiao Yuanmu's pupils trembled slightly, and he looked up at Song Xuanhe. His pair of dark eyes were bottomless, as if they were hiding a glacier that had existed for thousands of years, or suppressing a erupting volcano.
His voice was low and husky, with a hint of urgency: "Do you like me?"
The irrelevant words made Song Xuanhe's anger dissipate for a moment, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Just when he thought he had heard it wrong, Xiao Yuanmu asked again, but with a different wording: "Do you love me?"
Song Xuanhe's confusion was written on his face: "What?"
Something flashed across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and his hoarse voice regained its clarity: "Nothing, it's just that Louis said that people who love each other will express their love to each other, but there doesn't seem to be any between us, so I want to ask you."
Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched. After being asked such a nonsensical question, his previous anger disappeared completely.
However, Xiao Yuanmu did not let him go and asked again: "Do you love me?"
Song Xuanhe paused, raised his hand to smooth his already messy hair, and said, "I'm late for the studio, so I'll hang up now."
The screen went black in an instant, and the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's slightly pursed lips curled up, but then fell down again in a moment, and pursed into a light line.
Yang Jie took a step forward and asked worriedly, "Brother Xiao, is your stomach really uncomfortable?"
Xiao Yuanmu put the phone into his pocket, stood up and walked out the door: "Nothing."
It's not that there is nothing, but that there is nothing.
Yang Jie paused, gathered his hands at his sides, and finally followed. Because he knew that apart from Song Xuanhe on the other end of the video, no one else in the world could persuade the man in front of him.
And on the other end of the video, Young Master Song, who in his impression had always been domineering and overbearing, just hung up the video in a fleeing posture because of a question that no man in love can avoid.
Yang Jie suddenly realized that this seems to be the truth: there is always something that can defeat something else.
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