When Song Xuanhe came up with the medicine box, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Yuanmu still sitting quietly.
It was only after he went downstairs that he remembered the unfinished design drawings on his desk. The original owner had nothing in common with fashion design, not to mention his outstanding talent, which could be glimpsed just from the design drawings. No one would believe that someone could be so talented without any exposure to it.
The system listened to Song Xuan and his boastful words without any fluctuation, and then discarded the data as garbage without hesitation. After thinking for a long time, it was finally considerate enough not to tell him that Xiao Yuanmu had looked at his design and had no other expression except a quick glance.
After putting the medicine box on the ground, Song Xuanhe thought for a moment, then sat directly on the carpet. He looked up at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Lift up your pants."
Xiao Yuanmu pulled down his trouser leg, revealing the wound on his calf. Although the doctor said it was just a flesh wound, when he removed the gauze, the abrasion that almost occupied half of his calf looked quite hideous.
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly, and unconsciously sighed, asking, "Was it cut by a stone? How could it be so big? And why didn't the doctor sew it up for you?"
The wound on Xiao Yuanmu's leg looked big, but in fact most of it was just abrasions. Only the area in the middle of his calf had a cut, with the skin and flesh torn, and it has not healed yet.
"It's just a minor injury. No stitches are necessary."
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his head slightly, looking at Song Xuanhe who was applying medicine seriously with his lips pursed. Just when he wanted to test the words, he swallowed them back when he saw Song Xuanhe frowning and his mouth twitching, as if he was the one in pain.
Song Xuanhe peeled off the gauze that was stuck with his flesh and blood bit by bit, and pulled it off a little to twitch the corner of his mouth, for fear of causing him secondary trauma.
He let out a long sigh only after the gauze was finally removed. After relaxing, he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead.
Young Master Song was raised in luxury since he was young, even after his parents passed away. His grandfather's family was still a large family, and although there was no family affection, the servants who took care of him were very careful to prevent him from getting bumps and bruises, for fear of being embarrassed to do their job. Therefore, before the fight in high school, he had hardly ever been injured.
After he was defeated miserably in his first fight against five people in high school, he gritted his teeth and learned fighting skills from a retired special forces soldier. He was not afraid of any hardship or fatigue. After he finished learning, almost no one could hurt him, so the wound on Xiao Yuanmu's leg felt very painful when he saw it.
"Wait a moment, I'll apply the medicine on you. If it hurts, let me know and I'll be gentle."
Looking at Song Xuanhe's frowning brows, Xiao Yuanmu responded softly without making any sound. No one saw that the corners of his slightly pursed lips were suppressing a smile that he himself was not even aware of.
After changing the medicine, Song Xuanhe stood up and stretched his neck. He felt that changing the medicine for Xiao Yuanmu was more cautious than making a board in the studio. If he was not also responsible for Xiao Yuanmu's car accident, he would never do such a thing.
Xiao Yuanmu also stood up at the right time and said to Song Xuanhe who was packing the medicine box, "Thank you."
"It was because I asked you to buy porridge that caused the car accident." Song Xuanhe waved his hand, "It is also my responsibility to help you change the medicine."
"I'll buy it for you next time."
After these words came out, not only Song Xuanhe widened his eyes in surprise, Xiao Yuanmu himself was also a little stunned, but his stunnedness only lasted for a moment, and soon he returned to his usual calm expression. He suddenly remembered the purpose of coming here, looked into Song Xuanhe's eyes and asked: "Why did you follow me on the day of the car accident?"
It was not "Are you following me?" but "Why are you following me?" Xiao Yuanmu's firm tone made Song Xuanhe not know how to refute.
However, Song Xuanhe's mind worked very quickly. In less than half a second, he said very naturally: "It was raining so hard that day. You didn't come back for so long to buy porridge, so I went to find you."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't comment, but just asked again: "Then why didn't you ask me to get in the car."
"What do you think?"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and asked back in a flat tone.
It had been a long time since anyone dared to ask him back in person. When he suddenly saw Song Xuanhe's raised eyebrows, Xiao Yuanmu was a little dazed for a moment. The memories that had already merged in his mind were confused for a moment, but his own voice suddenly sounded in his ears - I bought you porridge, and you won't be angry anymore, okay?
At that time, Song Xuanhe did not ask him to get in the car but chose to follow him. Was it because he was still angry?
The reason for being angry... Almost in the next moment, Xiao Yuanmu's mind emerged the scene of him pressing Song Xuan and kissing her deeply in the box.
Coming back to his senses, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly looked away and said, "I'm going back to my room."
Without waiting for Song Xuanhe's reaction, Xiao Yuanmu picked up the medicine box and left without looking back. His steps seemed to be a little faster than when he came in.
Back in the room, Xiao Yuanmu stood there with a slightly hesitant look on his face. He had no doubt that if he stayed for another second, the five words "Are you still angry?" would come out of his mouth.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, as quiet as still water, began to ripple, and then returned to calm.
The most important thing now is to find out why Song Xuanhe’s memories are completely different from his previous two lives.
After the heavy rain on Friday, there were two days of continuous drizzle, and the weather finally cleared up on Monday.
The receding scenery outside the window passed through Xiao Yuanmu's eyes but did not attract the slightest attention. He was thinking about what happened in the morning.
He was used to getting up early for a morning run, so as usual, he got up before six o'clock to run. After running, he came back and took a shower. When he went downstairs, he saw Song Xuanhe already sitting downstairs.
When Song Xuanhe saw him coming down, he looked him up and down for a while before saying, "The wound on your leg hasn't healed yet, why are you still going for a morning run?"
Xiao Yuanmu didn't want to answer at first, but when he saw the worry on his face that he couldn't hide even if he tried to cover it up, he blurted out, "It's okay."
Song Xuanhe snorted coldly when he heard this, and turned his face away and said, "Do you think I care about you? What I mean is that it doesn't matter if you run, but don't delay my breakfast."
After saying that, he added as if compromising: "Since your wound hasn't healed yet, just eat tomato and egg noodles."
Xiao Yuanmu then remembered that before he was reborn in this life, he would cook breakfast for Song Xuanhe every morning. Several images emerged in his mind at the right moment, all of which were scenes of him and Song Xuanhe eating breakfast together.
In the picture, he acted indifferent, but he knew from his memory that he was actually very happy in his heart. He would even think of the recipe for the next day's breakfast before going to bed every night. No matter how many times he cooked, his mood would improve when he watched Song Xuan eat the food he cooked and then heard him say it was delicious.
This is really, very pathetic.
Although Xiao Yuanmu didn't know why the trajectory of this life was roughly the same as the previous one, but the development between him and Song Xuanhe was completely different, he didn't want to spoil Song Xuanhe as he did in his memory, and secretly felt happy when he was bossed around by him.
So, Xiao Yuanmu said in a slightly cold voice, "No."
Unexpectedly, Song Xuanhe immediately looked up at him, his clear eyes seemed full of accusations, but he snorted coldly and said, "Then don't do it."
The tone was domineering and feigned disdain, which finally overlapped with the appearance in his previous memory, but there was not the slightest feeling of disgust that made people want to strangle and tear him apart in his previous memory.
On the contrary, he couldn't even feel any disgust, but rather a different feeling.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly. It seemed that the memories before his rebirth in this life had a much greater impact on him than he had imagined.
Song Xuanhe saw Xiao Yuanmu looking out the window without saying anything, and felt a little awkward for some reason. Ever since his car accident, he felt that there seemed to be something different between him and Xiao Yuanmu, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out what caused it.
The car accident, or that kiss.
The quieter it is, the easier it is to have random thoughts. Song Xuanhe casually turned on the stereo, trying to break the quiet atmosphere in the car.
"It's another clear morning. Hello everyone, we are Morning Mood..."
Song Xuanhe glanced at the speakers. He thought it would be music, but it didn't matter if it was a broadcast, as long as there was sound.
"Yesterday our official blog received many messages, and the one with the most likes said: Yesterday a boy kissed me, I was actually quite happy, and I didn't reject him as expected, but I always thought I liked a girl, and it happened too suddenly, so I'm not sure whether I like him or not. I hope the morning can give me a clue."
What are you doing? Song Xuanhe's hand gripping the steering wheel twitched. Why did the Monday morning broadcast not about traffic conditions nor some inspiring chicken soup for the soul start to be broadcasted, but emotional counseling?
However, the radio had just been turned on. Wouldn't it seem that he was trying to cover up something or was guilty if he turned it off immediately?
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu out of the corner of his eye and saw that he was no longer looking out the window. He was sitting quietly with his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was listening to the radio.
He could only give up the idea of turning off the stereo immediately and continued driving without changing his expression, while listening to the radio with his ears perked up. If there was anything wrong, he would turn it off immediately.
"...Hahahaha, every first love makes people happy. Netizen, if you are listening now, you must take it seriously. In Chenchen's opinion, before meeting the right person, the ideal type is just another way of expressing expectations for yourself. Excluding gender, you can analyze the ideal type's three views and personality. Is there any difference between them and what you expect yourself to be like?"
"In fact, it is not easy to like someone, but it is very easy to figure out whether you like someone or not. It is roughly based on the following points. If you meet three or more of them, then you definitely like him."
"First, it would be nice to meet him."
Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't feel very happy to see Xiao Yuanmu.
“Second, if I see anything that makes me happy or new, I always want to share it with him first.”
Happy new things? Song Xuanhe thought about it and realized that he didn’t see anything happy or new, and even if he did, he wouldn’t think of Xiao Yuanmu.
"Third, you can't help but want to be nice to him and agree to all his requests, even if it's something you would never do before. As long as he says so, you're willing to do it for him."
No, Song Xuanhe completely relaxed. It seemed that he was overthinking.
"Fourth, I don't reject any intimate contact from him. Sometimes I even feel it feels good and want more intimacy."
"If at least three of the above four conditions are met, then you are in love with him. If two of them are met, it means you like him. If one of them is met, then you have a good impression of him and you can consider developing a relationship."
Song Xuanhe was in a good mood and was quite relaxed when steering. He did not notice that Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and pursed his lips unnaturally when the host spoke about the summary.
The voice on the speaker continued: "There is one more thing I forgot to mention. When I was talking about the above four points, you kept comparing the person in your mind with these conditions. That proves that you are somewhat moved!"
Song Xuanhe's steering movement froze and he almost turned into the green belt. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and narrowly avoided it.
However, Xiao Yuanmu had already looked over at this time. The sharp turn of the car did not change his expression. He just glanced at him lightly and then lowered his eyes again, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought of what had just been said on the radio, the breath got stuck in his chest again.
Is he somewhat attracted to Xiao Yuanmu?
How is that possible!
Xiao Yuanmu is the man who will hunt him down in the future. He is not a masochist. Wouldn't it be risking his life to like Xiao Yuanmu?
He thought of Xiao Yuanmu because there were only two of them in the car, so he naturally compared himself with him. It had nothing to do with others.
This host is full of nonsense. He will say anything to attract attention.
After passing the most congested section of the road, Song Xuanhe stepped on the accelerator and sped up towards the company, shortening the ten-minute journey to five minutes.
Before getting off the car, Song Xuanhe suddenly remembered something and said to Xiao Yuanmu, "I have something to do after get off work today, you go back by yourself."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly, his expression very indifferent.
After get off work, Song Xuanhe drove directly to the agreed place. When he opened the box, he saw Xiao Shenglin and Zhou Nan sitting inside.
When they saw the door open, they turned their heads at the same time. Xiao Shenglin nodded and smiled at him as a greeting, while Zhou Nan waved his hand and said, "You're finally here. I'm starving."
Zhou Nan asked the waiter waiting outside to serve the dishes. He smiled and said to Song Xuanhe, "It's not easy to ask you to come out. It's not because your family is so strict."
Song Xuanhe pulled a stool and sat down. Hearing this, he kicked him and said, "Bullshit."
Zhou Nan was not annoyed and joked: "The kiss you had last week was very passionate. Qian Qin even said that you and Xiao Yuanmu are a good match. If you really like him, it would be nice to live a peaceful life."
Hearing this, Xiao Shenglin also said, "Since you are together, you must be responsible. Xiao Yuanmu is good, and I think you two are a good match."
Song Xuanhe crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Tell me, how are they a good match? Do good-looking people mean they are a good match?"
Zhou Nan leaned on the table and retched, saying, "It's almost time to eat, please stop disgusting me."
The waiter carefully placed the dishes on the table and quietly pushed them out.
"If you're pregnant, just eat something light." Song Xuanhe glanced at him lazily, "Don't blame me for morning sickness. Go find someone who has it."
"Lin Zi!" Zhou Nan turned around and said to Xiao Shenglin, "I'll hit you harder later, so hold me back."
Xiao Shenglin's face was full of smiles, and he said with a smile: "It's time to eat something light."
Song Xuanhe laughed out loud. Zhou Nan rolled his eyes at him and looked at Xiao Shenglin: "I noticed that you have changed."
Xiao Shenglin remained calm and smiled warmly: "A light diet is good for your health."
"I don't want to argue with you guys." Zhou Nan pouted, picked up the chopsticks and said, "I called you out today to discuss serious matters, not to ask you two to team up against me."
Song Xuanhe picked up a dish with chopsticks and found it tasted good, so he ate a few more bites until he felt that he had had enough, then he asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhou Nan said: "You should know what my major was in college."
Xiao Shenglin nodded politely, and Song Xuanhe looked innocent: "I don't know."
Zhou Nan rolled his eyes, "Information Engineering, now you know."
"Oh." Song Xuanhe picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and asked calmly, "And then?"
Zhou Nan had no doubt that Song Xuanhe's "and then" meant the same thing as "what does it have to do with me".
But he just rolled his eyes, and rolling his eyes too much would damage his image, so he just glared at him and said, "You must know about the Wei family, right?"
Song Xuanhe paused with his chopsticks in his hand, raised his head and asked, "What happened to the Wei family?"
"It's not the Wei family, it's Wei Chen." Zhou Nan said, "He studied medicine, but after graduation he didn't go to the hospital but started his own business. I asked around and it seems to be in the field of medical robots. This is a project supported by the state, and with the Wei family as a backing, once this company is started, it will be like a spacecraft escorting it. I heard that he is trying to recruit people to join him. What do you think?"
"Do you want to participate?" Xiao Shenglin asked gently.
"Of course." Zhou Nan said, "Everyone who knows about this wants to get a piece of the pie, but making robots requires a huge amount of money for both early experiments and later deployment. It's not easy for people of the same age to join. Besides, no one who comes out of the compound is not arrogant. Wei Chen is almost the same. When he chooses investors, he not only requires money, but also the ability to participate in the experiments. With these two conditions, 99% of them will go down in a flash. Otherwise, I will have no chance."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "You plan to drag us to join, I don't think Wei Chen will hand over so many shares."
Since they are partners, the division of shares is inevitable. Wei Chen's background is there. He just needs a huge investment on the surface, but it is absolutely impossible for him to give up a large proportion of shares for this. Therefore, it can be imagined that it is even more impossible for him to get a group of people to form a partnership.
"You're wrong." Zhou Nan shook his head and analyzed, "As the founder, he will definitely take the lion's share, but how to divide the smaller share is a matter of weighing the interests of all parties. Nothing is impossible, but there won't be too many people."
Song Xuanhe thought about it and felt that what Zhou Nan said was indeed correct, but "I know nothing about robots, let alone medical treatment. It's useless for you to pull me in."
"How could I call you if you had no hope?" Zhou Nan shook his head. "You don't have the resources that Wei Chen wants, but you can get them."
Song Xuanhe was stunned, and before he could react, he heard Zhou Nan say, "You forgot what your uncle does. The case materials in your uncle's hands are enough to tempt Wei Chen."
After hearing what Zhou Nan said, Song Xuanhe finally dug out the figure of such an uncle from his memory. He was the younger brother of the original owner's mother, currently the director of a private hospital and a very famous neurosurgeon, and could be called the number one neurosurgeon in the country.
"Wei Chen is planning to make a medical robot for brain science?" Song Xuanhe frowned.
The technological level of the world in this book is not much different from that of his world. Both are in the early stages of researching intelligent robots. Researching medical robots is indeed in line with the development trend, but according to current technology, just various general surgical analyses are already very difficult, let alone neurosurgery, which is simply a fantasy.
Zhou Nan didn't know what Song Xuanhe was thinking, so he answered along with his words: "Yes, and he has received strong financial and technical support. Although we don't know who it is, most people speculate that it may be one of the eight chaebols, the eight chaebols plus the Wei family, so I said it was an aircraft carrier escort."
Song Xuanhe's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and he suddenly remembered the scene of Xiao Yuanmu and Wei Chen having dinner together the day before yesterday. Could the eight chaebols be the Xiao family?
Seeing that no one spoke, Zhou Nan added: "Many people speculate that it is either the James family or the Xiao family."
After that, he asked with great excitement: "How about it, are you interested?"
Song Xuanhe said without hesitation: "Not interested."
Are you kidding? After the plot is over, he might not even have enough time to run away, so how could he be involved in anything that had anything to do with Xiao Yuanmu?
Xiao Shenglin also shook his head: "I'm not interested in this, you should ask someone else."
Seeing that both of them rejected him, Zhou Nan sighed in frustration, "Do you know what kind of opportunity this is? This is not an ordinary investment. This is a chance to get involved with the eight major families!"
Song Xuanhe remained unmoved, and Xiao Shenglin just chuckled.
Zhou Nan shook his head. He never expected that neither of them would agree. Even the eight major chaebols could not impress them.
But Zhou Nan was not the kind of person who would force others to do things. Seeing that they were not interested, he stopped talking and said, "Speaking of the Wei family, I also heard a little thing. It seemed that Wei Chen hit someone during the heavy rain last Friday. I don't know if it's true or not."
Song Xuanhe had just finished his meal and was about to put down his chopsticks to answer when his cell phone rang. He paused for a moment when he found out it was an unfamiliar number, but still picked up the phone.
"Xuanhe? I'm Weichen. Didn't we say a few days ago that we'd have dinner together next time? I found a good restaurant..."
I don't know where my hand pressed, and the speaker turned on along with the connected call. Wei Chen's voice was clearly heard in every corner of the box.
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