Bai Mo's figure gradually disappeared from sight.
Song Xuanhe picked up another glass of sparkling wine and took a sip. Just as he swallowed the cold liquid, the system's voice rang in his mind: [I realized that this is the first time you spoke the lines completely according to the plot. Your expressions and lines are exactly the same as in the book. I give you full marks for your acting skills. 】
[I’m in a good mood.] 】
Song Xuanhe put down the wine glass. He didn't know if it was because of the strong effect of the wine he just drank, but he felt his face a little hot and his head a little heavy. Before, he only knew that the original owner couldn't drink much white wine, but he didn't expect that this kind of fruit wine with almost no alcohol content would make him drunk if he drank too much.
The system saw Song Xuanhe's expressionless face, scanned and analyzed it with data, hesitated for a moment and then said: "I found that the alcohol content in your blood has reached the standard for you humans to be drunk, and my database stores human emotion analysis codes. After big data analysis, your current mood cannot be described as happy. 】
Song Xuanhe paused as he picked up the cup. His gloomy mood, which had been caused by thinking of his good friend, was interrupted by the system and dissipated a lot. He curled his lips and said, "Everyone has the same standard for being drunk. What I have is called tipsy, not drunk. You will know it after you have a drink yourself, brother." 】
[I am a system and cannot drink alcohol.] 】
[From your accent, I thought you were a good drinker.] 】
Xiao Yuanmu found that Song Xuanhe's mood had been low since Zhou Nan came. He had been drinking since the beginning and seemed to want to get drunk. He originally wanted to stop him, but after seeing Bai Mo, he changed his mind.
What you see is not necessarily true, and human hearts are the dirtiest and most fickle things. But his memory will not lie. When what he sees presents two extremes, who says that one extreme must be true? Both are false or both are a mixture of truth and falsehood, which may be the answer that is closer to the truth.
If Song Xuanhe was drunk, maybe we could get some clues from him. He didn't want to miss the novelty of finding the truth and the pleasure brought by the difference in memory.
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu changed his mind, Song Xuanhe's mood suddenly improved. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his silence disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
After choking the system to the point of being speechless, Song Xuanhe felt much better. He glanced around and found Zhou Nan in the crowd. Then he said to Xiao Yuanmu, "I have something to do in the past. You stay here for a while."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a glance at his face, he said calmly, "Okay."
Bai Mo will come out later to get close to Xiao Yuanmu. He stayed at first so that the plot would not be affected, and he left now so that the plot would not be affected. After all, as the only light in the heart of the reborn boss in the future, Bai Mo's existence has both advantages and disadvantages for him, but overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
A person who still has some light in his heart and a person who is completely dark will have different attitudes towards his enemies.
Song Xuanhe walked towards the crowd. Everyone here had just witnessed the whole process of the young master of the Song family unilaterally crushing and mocking Song Jiabao. Although it was quite interesting and refreshing to watch, the young master did not look easy to talk to, so when they saw him coming, most people carefully avoided him, for fear of offending the young master.
However, just because most people have good sense doesn't mean that there are no people without good sense.
"Mr. Song." A beautiful girl stopped in front of Song Xuanhe with a complicated expression.
Song Xuanhe felt that the girl in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. He just thought she was someone unimportant in the original owner's memory. He didn't want to pay attention to her, but when he saw the resentment in her eyes, he stopped and asked with interest, "What's the matter?"
The girl laughed, but there was no smile in her eyes. She said, "Mr. Song is really a noble man who forgets things easily. In just two months, you have forgotten me."
Two months, this woman is not the one in the original owner's memory but someone he has seen?
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him carefully. Finally, he found such a person in the corner of his memory and recalled her name.
"Yang Ran?" Song Xuanhe asked hesitantly.
When Yang Ran saw that Song Xuanhe finally recognized her, the smile on her face faded and she said, "You finally remembered."
Song Xuanhe blinked innocently and asked, "Why should I remember you?"
Yang Ran bit her lower lip, her eyes turned red, and after a moment she said, "You stole my boyfriend, and you're still so arrogant. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a good family background?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing: "Does the boyfriend you met know that he is your boyfriend?"
"If you hadn't forced him to be with you, he would be my boyfriend!" Yang Ran raised her voice in anger, but after saying this she regained some of her sanity. She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have resigned. I wouldn't have given up a Fortune 500 company to work for a small company like this one."
Seeing Song Xuanhe smiling but not saying anything, Yang Ran's jealousy and hatred became even more intense. She said bitterly, "Although I don't know what kind of love potion you gave him to make him have some feelings for you, but I tell you, if you insist on being together, it will definitely not end well!"
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe's interest, which had just been raised, instantly faded. He raised the glass in his hand to her and turned away.
Yang Ran didn't expect Song Xuan to leave without saying a word. She called him and said, "Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu fell into the water last time?"
A sharp and complacent female voice came from behind him, but Song Xuanhe didn't even pause and left without looking back.
Zhou Nan had seen Song Xuanhe coming this way a long time ago, and also saw him being stopped by a woman. The two of them had talked a lot, so when he saw him approaching, he teased, "You're popular with both men and women."
Song Xuanhe sat down next to him, searching for Xiao Yuanmu's voice, and said without any emotion: "That's Xiao Yuanmu's peach blossom debt."
Zhou Nan sat up straight when he heard that, and began searching the crowd, but he was looking for the woman who had just spoken to Song Xuanhe.
Just now he only saw the woman's back, not her face. A woman who dares to pursue Xiao Yuanmu must at least be very confident in her looks, otherwise she would feel so inferior if they were together every day.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's figure, Song Xuanhe withdrew his gaze, and seeing Zhou Nan shaking his head as if looking for someone, he asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Xiao Yuanmu's romantic debt." Zhou Nan repeated his thoughts and asked excitedly, "How is it? Is that woman super pretty? Does she have big breasts and long legs?"
Song Xuanhe gave Zhou Nan a look of contempt, picked a few pieces of fruit from the fruit plate and ate them, but found that they were not very tasty, so he put down the fruit fork.
"Go ahead." Zhou Nan bumped Song Xuanhe's shoulder and said, "A girl who can pursue Xiao Yuanmu must be at least a goddess."
Song Xuanhe recalled after hearing this and said, "She has fair skin, beautiful face and long legs. She was involved in the incident when Xiao Yuanmu fell into the water last time. If you like, you can give it a try."
"The one at my party?" Zhou Nan's dandy temperament disappeared, and his eyes finally locked onto the woman. He asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say he liked Xiao Yuanmu? If he liked him, he would throw him into the water. If he was going to throw him, he would throw you."
Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu not far away and said lazily, "Have you ever heard of love turning into hate? Besides, if she wants to hit me, she needs Song Jiani's consent."
Zhou Nan then remembered the role that Song Jiani played in this. "That's true. I used to think that although Song Jiani looked a little arrogant, she was not a bad person. I didn't expect her to be so cruel."
"When women are ruthless, they are much more lethal than men." Song Xuanhe said indifferently.
Zhou Nan shook his head with emotion and said, "If you liked Song Jiani, there wouldn't be so many problems. That girl has liked you for more than ten years. If she suddenly saw you like someone else, she would definitely go crazy."
"Just now she was trying to smooth things over between me and Xiao Yuanmu." Song Xuanhe glanced at him, "Now she's become the matchmaker hired by Song Jiani again?"
Zhou Nan shrugged: "Song Jiani and I went to the same elementary school together. You and Xiao Yuanmu are a perfect match, otherwise I wouldn't bother to get involved."
Zhou Nan turned to look at Song Xuanhe and said, "I'm not saying anything, Lin Zi and I both think you and Xiao Yuanmu are a good match. You just look at the face, Xiao Yuanmu's looks are definitely one in a million. If you get tired of him and dump him, you might regret it if you can't find anyone better."
Song Xuanhe didn't expect to hear Zhou Nan say such things, but he didn't care too much. What happened between him and Xiao Yuanmu was not an emotional entanglement at all. If he told him about the things involved, he might be scared to death.
Seeing Song Xuanhe's indifferent expression, Zhou Nan changed the subject. He could only stop there. No matter how much others said, it would be useless when it comes to matters between lovers.
The two of them drank and chatted, sitting in the corner and no one dared to disturb them, so it was quiet.
Suddenly, Song Xuanhe's hand holding the cup paused, and his eyes accurately found the direction of Xiao Yuanmu.
Although he can use the system to see directly in his mind, Song Xuanhe is still not used to this feeling. Moreover, over-reliance on external objects is not a good thing, so when he can see directly with his own eyes, he will see it himself.
After Song Xuanhe left, Xiao Yuanmu moved to a place with a broader perspective and calmly observed the cocktail party that he had already experienced once. His eyes moved around, trying to find the differences between this life and the previous one.
But he found that apart from the initial confrontation between Song Xuanhe and Song Jiabao, everything else was consistent with his memory, including the appearance of Bai Mo and every word Song Xuanhe said after seeing Bai Mo appear.
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and played with the empty wine glass with his slender fingers. There was calmness in his eyes, and he quietly waited for what was to happen.
He was not in this position in his previous life. Whether the changes in details will affect what should have happened later.
Not long after, a waiter carrying a tray passed by and accidentally bumped into a female guest next to him. The guest screamed and the tray in the waiter's hand fell out of his hand in panic.
Xiao Yuanmu paused with his fingers holding the wine glass, and slightly turned sideways to avoid the splashing water, looking coldly at the service fee who kept bowing and apologizing.
"My dear, I am so sorry." The waiter turned pale with fear. He bent over and dared not look up. He apologized repeatedly in a trembling voice: "I am so sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean it, please forgive me."
The waiter was not tall and had a thin build, with some space left even under the uniform vest. Listening to his earnest apology, the onlookers felt a little sorry for him, and even the anger on the face of the female guest who had just been bumped into dissipated a lot.
Everyone present had just witnessed Song Xuanhe's fighting ability, and they also knew that Xiao Yuanmu was his lover. If he really wanted to make a fuss, this little waiter might lose his job.
Finally, someone couldn't help but plead, "Sir, I don't think he did it on purpose. Please forgive him."
When the waiter heard someone speaking for him, his apology voice became more sincere and trembling: "I really didn't mean it. I beg you to forgive me. I have a brother who needs medical treatment at home. I really can't lose this job. Please."
From the time the waiter apologized until now, Xiao Yuanmu had not said a word. He just stood there with an indifferent expression. His height, which was several centimeters taller than everyone else present, gave him an extra sense of oppression.
Others nodded and bowed, but Xiao Yuanmu didn't even raise his eyes. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and said in a reproachful tone: "This boy looks about the same age as you, but his situation is much worse than yours. He can't afford to lose his job, so you should be magnanimous and let him go this time."
The others also echoed, and their voices of pleas mixed with accusations all rushed to Xiao Yuanmu. However, he remained calm, without any hesitation or wavering, as if he did not hear what they were saying at all.
Just when these people were about to get angry at his unmoved appearance, Song Jiabao walked over through the crowd and asked, "What's going on?"
Someone immediately talked about the whole thing. Song Jiabao sneered and looked at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "A waiter made a mistake and you are still holding on to it? If it weren't for my good playboy brother, you might be bowing and scraping like this waiter right now. What a sense of superiority."
After Song Jiabao finished speaking, everyone else present was silent for a moment, because the scene of Song Xuanhe's confrontation with Song Jiabao just now was too vivid. They didn't expect that Song Jiabao would dare to treat Song Xuanhe's people so arrogantly. They were also too surprised to hear Song Jiabao's words. They never expected that Xiao Yuanmu actually came from a poor family.
After all, no matter how you look at it, Xiao Yuanmu carries a sense of aloofness and nobility that is difficult for ordinary people to approach. How could a person from a poor background have such a temperament?
But they also believed that Song Jiabao would not lie in front of others, not to mention that Song Xuanhe was still here, so it was even more impossible for him to make up stories.
Coming from a lowly family, he can hook up with the young master of the Song family. The man in front of me is no ordinary man.
Most of the people present changed their expressions. Their initial fear turned into hidden disdain. They thought he was so high and mighty, but he was just trying to climb up the social ladder for money.
Song Jiabao was very satisfied to see the changes in the eyes of the people around him. He couldn't do anything to Song Xuanhe, but couldn't he deal with the wild man he brought with him?
Moreover, Song Jiabao was not worried at all that Song Xuanhe would show off for this man. After all, he knew his cousin very well. He had no real heart. These men were nothing more than good-looking toys to him.
Song Jiabao's eyes were full of satisfaction, and he said to the waiter, "Don't apologize to him. He is a person who was born by a mother but not raised by his parents. He is not necessarily nobler than you. I am the host of this banquet. I will make the decision on this matter. Let's just leave it at that."
The waiter was delighted when he heard this and quickly said, "Thank you, Boss Song. Your kindness will surely be rewarded."
These words were simply a blatant mockery of Xiao Yuanmu's lack of conscience.
Song Jiabao nodded with a serious expression and waved to the waiter to leave.
The waiter turned around and prepared to leave. After taking two steps, he heard a clear male voice saying, "Wait, stop first."
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: eating melon seeds and watching a show.
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