After the pool party, the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu became a little subtle.
The two lived under the same roof and worked in the same company. They saw each other every day and treated each other as a couple. However, after meeting, Song Xuanhe's attitude was always cold and dismissive, while Xiao Yuanmu was no longer as indifferent as before. Although he still didn't talk much, he would stand at the door of the company with a sullen expression every day at noon and after get off work in the afternoon, as if silently declaring his sovereignty.
This attitude, which was neither enthusiastic nor cold, made Song Xuanhe feel helpless.
It was time for lunch again. Song Xuanhe kicked the stool in annoyance, which frightened the assistant who had just finished reporting. He thought there was something wrong with the report and turned around and said, "Mr. Song, are you dissatisfied with this plan? If you think it is not good, I will ask them to have a meeting and do it again right now."
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. He hooked his finger and said to his assistant, "Great, call a meeting right away, in the small conference room, and order lunch according to the number of people."
The assistant nodded repeatedly and left the office in a hurry.
Song Xuanhe pressed the intercom and asked his secretary to tell Xiao Yuanmu that he had a meeting and could not have dinner together. Looking at the empty office, he suddenly felt that he was very wise.
It was already 1:30 p.m. when the meeting ended. Song Xuanhe's cell phone was on silent mode because of the meeting. As soon as he entered the office, he found two missed calls, one from Xiao Yuanmu and the other from a digital number with no remarks.
He skipped Xiao Yuanmu's name and called the number directly.
The call was answered quickly, and the conversation started with business: "Mr. Song, the person you asked us to keep an eye on has taken action. She recently went to Zijing Villa and seemed to have met that person."
Song Xuanhe raised his lips, his already good mood even better, and said, "Watch carefully."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe heard someone knocking on the door. He was in a good mood and let the person in directly.
But after seeing the person coming, his good mood was slightly dampened.
"Xuanhe brother."
Song Jiani, with red eyes, pushed the door open. She was biting her lower lip, with light makeup on her face. She lacked her usual charm and beauty, and looked a bit pitiful.
"Are you really going to do this to me for a man?" Song Jiani's tears fell. She walked to Song Xuanhe's desk and choked up, "I just wanted Lu Chao to teach him a lesson. We grew up together, and I have been with you since you were a child. You just know that bitch, so you want to fire me for him?"
Song Xuanhe frowned and said seriously, "You should know that you were fired because you made a mistake in your work. This has nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu."
"How can it be irrelevant?" Song Jiani's body was shaking, not knowing whether she was crying or angry. She walked around the desk, walked in front of Song Xuanhe, and questioned: "Before I did something wrong, you only said a few words to me, and before Xiao Yuanmu came, you had never been so cold to me, let alone fired me. All this is because of him. Do you like him so much! Because he hates me?"
Song Xuanhe tiptoed and pushed the chair back a little. The smell of her perfume stung his nose and he became impatient. "I have always hated you. It has nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu. And since you have resigned, you should not stay in the company..."
"I don't believe it!"
Song Jiani pounced forward and sat directly on Song Xuanhe's legs. Before he could push her away, she put her arms around his neck, pressing her proud softness against his chest, and her red lips moved closer.
Song Xuanhe turned his head away, and his men were about to push Song Jiani down without mercy. Then he paused and saw the person who pushed the door in.
Song Jiani also saw Xiao Yuanmu, and noticed that Song Xuanhe's refusal stopped. She smiled smugly, hugged Song Xuanhe tighter, and looked up at him: "This is the general manager's office, is it a place where you can open the door casually? Why don't you get out?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes seemed to be filled with ice. He moved his gaze from Song Jiani's face to Song Xuanhe's face, and then asked calmly, "What's going on?"
Without waiting for Song Xuanhe to speak, Song Jiani sneered, her tone delicate and contemptuous: "Who do you think you are? You are just a little lover. You dare to ask about Xuanhe and my brother. You have a pretty face and you hook up with men to sell your ass. It fits your lowly background."
Xiao Yuanmu's expression became increasingly cold, his lips became tighter and tighter, his eyes were cold and heavy, as if a storm was gathering in his eyes, his gaze was fixed on Song Xuanhe, without moving at all.
He asked again, "What's going on?"
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly, feeling that Xiao Yuanmu's expression at this moment was very wrong. He was full of hostility, as if he was going to separate him and Song Jiani, the "adulterous couple", and beat them to death in the next second, or even dismember them.
Sure enough, seeing that Song Xuanhe didn't speak, Xiao Yuanmu walked over directly. He pulled Song Jiani away and fell to the ground, then pulled Song Xuanhe up. His eyes fell on the lip print on his face, his eyes were dim and icy cold.
"How dare you push me!"
Song Jiani didn't expect that Xiao Yuanmu would actually dare to touch her. She got up, and without even having time to tidy up her clothes, she walked towards Xiao Yuanmu with bared teeth and claws, raising her hand to slap him.
Then her hand was in mid-air, unable to move anymore. She met Song Xuanhe's gaze, her eyes red and her expression full of aggrieved.
Song Xuanhe was too lazy to care about Song Jiani's thoughts and said to her directly: "Get out, now."
Song Jiani bit her lower lip, glared at Xiao Yuanmu fiercely, then turned and left.
Song Xuanhe turned his gaze back to Xiao Yuanmu. He tried to keep a calm expression and said, "What do you want to see me for?"
Song Xuanhe's protection just now made Xiao Yuanmu's coldness dissipate a little. Hearing him ask this, he moved his eyes away from the lip print on his face, tore a piece of paper to him, and said, "Wipe it off."
Song Xuanhe was a little confused. She took out her cell phone to take a picture and found the lip print. She subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression and saw that his expression was cold and there was no sign of a storm coming. So she relaxed a little and wiped the lip print off her face cleanly.
Xiao Yuanmu put the bag in his hand on the desk and said calmly: "I heard that you had a meeting at noon, so I brought you some food."
Song Xuanhe opened it and found that it was dim sum from his favorite dim sum restaurant. The nearest branch of that restaurant was a 20-minute drive away, and they didn't deliver. It went without saying that Xiao Yuanmu had bought it for him at noon.
"Thanks."
Song Xuanhe felt a little guilty, so he took out a box and opened it, "Do you want to eat it?"
"Need not."
It was getting late and it would soon be time for afternoon work. Xiao Yuanmu put down his snacks and prepared to leave. On the way from his desk to the door, he deliberately walked slower than usual. However, until he opened the door, he did not hear any extra sounds from behind him.
He curled his lips in self-mockery, closed the door and left.
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