Guan Zhi always keeps his word. Just two days after the bowling night, he called Song Xuanhe to have dinner with him. However, no one answered the phone after he dialed several times.
At that time, Song Xuanhe had just got off work and was about to rush to meet Xiao Shenglin. Unexpectedly, he ran into Xiao Yuanmu with a cold face and Song Jiani, who had not appeared for a long time, at the door.
When the cell phone rang, Song Jiani happened to see him, stomped her feet and walked towards him, hugged his arm and said, "Brother Xuanhe, aunt asked me to ask you to come back for dinner."
After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Yuanmu not far away with a smug and disdainful look. Xiao Yuanmu was at a high altitude and did not notice his expression. His eyes fell on Song Xuanhe who was obviously impatient.
His eyes moved around Song Xuan and the large hardcover brown paper book in his hand, his eyes dimmed, and he asked, "Where are you going?"
Song Xuanhe pulled Song Jiani's hand away, hung up the phone with an unfamiliar number, and replied, "Something happened. I'm having dinner with someone else."
Song Jiani pouted when she heard this: "Aunt said you must go back for dinner today! She even asked me to come and call you."
"My mother didn't tell me." Song Xuanhe glanced at her indifferently. To be honest, he didn't know why Song Jiani could be so stubborn. Even in the face of his cold words, she would just disappear for a while and then come back.
Is it really that scary to fall in love with someone?
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly, secretly glad that he, who was in love with art, was a clear stream in society.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe, whose brows frowned and relaxed, not knowing what he was thinking. He looked distressed and relieved, and a smile flashed in his eyes. However, the next moment, when he remembered his ruthless humiliation on the phone a few days ago and the inexplicable donation from a wealthy man from another city the next day, the smile turned into inquiry.
Song Xuanhe didn't notice Xiao Yuanmu's expression. He hid aside again, away from Song Jiani. Seeing her mouth twitching as if she was about to speak, he said coldly, "I said I have something to do. If you want to eat, eat by yourself. Don't follow me. And you are no longer an employee of our company. Don't come here for no reason next time."
After saying that, Song Xuanhe turned around, walked through the employees who were walking in groups of three or four and deliberately slowing down their pace to listen to gossip, and waved to the head of the security department who was not far away.
The head of the security department came over quickly and said, "Boss Song, what can I do for you?"
Song Xuanhe turned his head to indicate the direction of Song Jiani, and said coldly: "This woman is not an employee of our company, don't let her in casually in the future."
The head of the security department was stunned. Since he could become the head, he naturally had his own connections. He might not know other people in the company, but he knew all the senior executives and all the people with connections in the company. After all, to keep his job, he must not offend people he cannot afford to offend.
The Miss Song in front of him was one of the people that the former head of the security department had warned him not to offend.
When he knew that Miss Song had resigned, he felt strange. He didn't expect that she had offended the young master of the company. However, given Song Jiani's status, how could he really dare to stop her?
"This..." The head of the security department was hesitant, thinking only about why he didn't pretend not to see it just now. He was eager to show off in front of the young master, but ended up pushing himself to the cusp of the storm. The ancients said that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot at.
Before the head of the security department could finish his words, Song Jiani's eyes turned red. She clutched the bag in her hand tightly. The diamonds on the bag were so sharp that they seemed to pierce into her flesh. "Song Xuanhe! Do you really hate me that much!"
"Just because of a man who has no chance of entering the Song family?" Song Jiani pointed at Xiao Yuanmu and looked at Song Xuanhe with a sad and angry face: "You did this to me just for him?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu who she was pointing at, and saw that he had a cold expression, but for some reason, he saw hidden darkness in his eyes.
Thinking of Song Jiani's fate in the book, Song Xuan and An Tan really wanted to get themselves into trouble.
However, Song Xuan and he did not have a revolutionary friendship in which they shared the same suffering. He had already reminded everyone that he had no obligation to do anything for Song Jiani who might harm him in the future. However, he would not add fuel to the fire.
"What does he have to do with it?" Song Xuanhe turned off the ringing phone, and said impatiently and coldly: "Even if he wasn't there, I wouldn't like you."
"I don't believe it!" Song Jiani raised her head, trying not to let her tears fall. She saw Song Xuanhe hang up the phone again, and said in a sobbing voice: "It was really my aunt who asked me to ask you to have dinner together, but if you have anything else, I will explain it to my aunt. Why did you say such hurtful words? Just promise me that you will have dinner with me next time."
Song Xuanhe found that Song Jiani's train of thought had nothing in common with his, so he gave up struggling and walked past her and prepared to leave.
"I won't let you go unless you promise to accompany me next time!"
Song Jiani walked around to Song Xuanhe, stopped him from leaving, with a stubborn expression.
However, before Song Xuanhe in front of her could speak, a clear voice came from behind her, cold and hateful: "He is my boyfriend, why should I accompany you for dinner?"
Not only Song Jiani, but even Song Xuanhe did not expect Xiao Yuanmu to speak at this time.
However, he had no time to think about it, as he saw Song Jiani turned her head as if stimulated, and raised her hand to slap Xiao Yuanmu in the face, but her movement was so fast that people could not react in time.
But Xiao Yuanmu's movements were even faster. He grabbed Song Jiani's wrist and pushed her back without even changing his expression.
Song Jiani didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to dare to push her. After he stood firm, he walked over and didn't stop. Song Xuanhe saw the undisguised coldness in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and felt a chill on her back. She raised her hand and grabbed her and said, "What are you doing!"
"I want to beat this vixen to death!" Song Jiani's eyes were red and her voice was sharp: "You should have liked me!"
Song Xuanhe knew that he couldn't reason with her. Xiao Yuanmu would not let him suffer any loss, and Song Jiani had done his best, so he let go and said, "It's up to you."
Unexpectedly, Song Jiani grabbed his hand and softened her voice: "I won't hit him anymore, please don't be angry."
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly and wanted to pull his hand away but found that Song Jiani had almost gathered all her strength and was holding his hand tightly. If he tried to pull his hand away forcibly, Song Jiani would definitely fall down.
But Song Jiani's nails almost pierced into his flesh, causing his hand to go numb from the pain.
"open."
"I won't let go. Don't be angry and don't ignore me." Song Jiani said pitifully with red eyes.
If the onlookers didn't know that Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe were a couple, and hadn't seen the previous scene, they would have thought that Song Xuanhe and Song Jiani were a couple having a quarrel.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the two people's tightly clasped hands, his eyes were gloomy and cold.
Song Jiani gripped his hand harder and harder, and her nails pinching Song Xuanhe's arm became more and more painful. He tried to endure it, but still couldn't help it and raised his hand to wave her away.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiani let go of one hand and quickly grabbed his other hand. Song Xuan was holding the sketchbook in his other hand, and subconsciously wanted to protect it from being torn by her.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiani pulled with all her strength, and the whole notebook flew out and landed less than three meters away from Xiao Yuanmu.
On the spread-out drawing paper, a man with a cold and arrogant temperament looked down upon the world indifferently. His long, slightly drooping eyelashes were clearly visible, and even the corners of his slightly pursed lips revealed a lonely and desolate aura.
For a moment, the hall was silent for a few seconds, and then a low voice of discussion came out:
"The one drawn on it is Xiao Yuanmu, right?"
"It seems so. The eyes and eyebrows are very similar, but the expressions are not quite the same."
"It must be Xiao Yuanmu, it's obvious at first glance. And speaking of Mr. Song's sketchbook, who else could it be if not his boyfriend?"
"Mr. Song pursued Xiao Yuanmu vigorously before, but things became quiet after he succeeded. I haven't seen them together recently, and I thought they broke up. But when I saw this painting, I knew I was overthinking. If you don't like someone who can paint it so vividly, then what is love?"
The others all agreed, but one person said weakly, "Am I the only one who wants to know why Mr. Song is so good at drawing? He's almost at a professional level, right?"
The others were focused on gossiping about Song Xuan and her relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, and were keeping a close eye on the current situation on the field, ignoring the small voice.
The other onlookers saw it from afar, and Xiao Yuanmu, who was standing closest, naturally saw it more clearly.
When he saw him in the painting, he was surprised for a moment, because that was indeed him, but this was not the him in front of Song Xuanhe. Whether it was him before his rebirth or him who was deliberately disguised after his rebirth, he had never shown such a side of him in front of Song Xuanhe.
The cold and aloof character in the painting was a very familiar self to him, but the fragility and consideration that could be easily captured were something he had never seen before.
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes slightly. He had seen a painting of himself by Song Xuanhe in Song Xuanhe's study before. In that painting, he was still a boy with a cold temperament, but pure and warm eyes. Although he sneered at the painting, after seeing himself in his memory, he had to admit that Song Xuanhe had captured the emotions and temperament of him before his rebirth very exquisitely.
Could this be how Song Xuanhe sees him? In other words, is this how he looks in Song Xuanhe's eyes now?
Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be thinking about something, but Song Jiani's face turned red with anger when she saw the painting. She crawled over and wanted to snatch the notebook from Xiao Yuanmu and tear it into pieces. However, as soon as she raised her hand, she was grabbed by Xiao Yuanmu again.
This time, Xiao Yuanmu didn't hold back when he pushed her away, letting her fall to the ground. He then looked down at her with a cold tone, "I don't have a habit of not hitting women."
The people who were just immersed in Song Xuan and the portrait of Xiao Yuanmu were in an uproar. They obviously didn't expect that Xiao Yuanmu, who had no identity and background, would actually dare to push Song Jiani.
A male colleague who couldn't stand it scolded him for not being gentle with women and actually hitting a girl. However, after the male colleague finished speaking, the female colleague next to him was dissatisfied and shouted: "Xiao Yuanmu and Mr. Song are lovers who are together openly, and Song Jiani rushed to be a mistress and was so arrogant that she wanted to hit someone. Xiao Yuanmu just pushed him and didn't show any mercy? Does a grown man have to get close to her and let her hit him?"
Others echoed, "Yes, and Xiao Yuanmu didn't hurt her much, he just pushed her away."
The man said, "Song Jiani is a girl, she doesn't have much strength to begin with, so a slap wouldn't hurt much. But he pushed her hard, and she fell down with a bang. You all know how painful it is. Aren't you just jealous of Song Jiani's beauty and that's why you said that?"
"Come up and help." Someone sneered, "They say Xiao Yuanmu bullies Song Jiani because she's a girl, but Song Jiani is just bullying Xiao Yuanmu because he has no background."
Song Xuanhe did not hear the endless quarrel between the employees, because a second before Song Jiani fell, the high-rise elevator not far away opened, and Song Guochao, dressed in a suit and tie, walked out of it and saw clearly Xiao Yuanmu's action of pushing Song Jiani.
"What are you doing!"
Song Guochao shouted angrily, walked over quickly, signaled his assistant to help Song Jiani up, and without even looking at Song Xuanhe, he said to Xiao Yuanmu: "This is the company, which department are you from? How dare you hit someone in public? You don't have to come here from tomorrow!"
Being ignored, Song Xuanhe snorted coldly, knowing that he could not keep the appointment today, and his anger really rose.
Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on the HR director who had been walking a few steps behind Song Guochao, and said, "Director Sun, has your job as HR director been handed over to President Song?"
Minister Sun's face trembled when he was looked at by Song Xuanhe's cold gaze. He cursed his bad luck inwardly, but still smiled and said, "Of course not."
"Then why did Mr. Song keep saying fire?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "I thought you were going to quit."
Minister Sun was frightened by his slow and steady words and broke out in a sweat. He quickly said, "As for the dismissal, although we are the personnel department, we still need to communicate with the senior management of the employee's department. I can't just dismiss them if I want to."
"So that's how it is?" Song Xuanhe walked up to Xiao Yuanmu, facing Song Guochao, and said sarcastically, "I didn't know that Mr. Song was transferred to the venture capital department. Is this the first of the three things a new official does when he takes office?"
Song Guochao had a gloomy face. Whenever Song Xuanhe had quarreled with him before, he would choose the right place, either at home or in the conference room or office of high-level executives who knew him well. He didn't expect that today Song Xuanhe would directly break up with him and embarrass him in front of the company gate.
"What?" Song Guochao asked in a deep voice, "Do I no longer have the qualifications to fire an employee?"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course, but I thought you were seeking revenge."
Song Guochao didn't expect that Song Xuanhe would point out his relationship with Xiao Yuanmu in front of so many people. Although China has had same-sex marriage for such a long time, he, who is traditional in thinking, believes that the union of men and women is the right way.
Song Xuanhe's involvement with a man like this is simply a disgrace to the Song family.
"I'm using public power to take revenge on my personal grudge?" Song Xuanhe was shameless, and as a father, he didn't need to save face for him. Song Guochao snorted coldly, "I don't have any personal grudge against him. Fighting is not allowed within the company. Once discovered, the person must be fired. Do you think you should show him extra mercy just because he's your man? If the company has no rules in the future, how can it develop?"
Song Xuanhe sneered and said, "I thought my father was particularly supportive of those who like to snatch couples or lovers who are already in a legitimate relationship. It turns out that I was wrong."
Hearing Song Xuanhe's words that almost tore off his fig leaf, Song Guochao's mind was shocked and his face flushed. He never expected that Song Xuanhe would openly bring up this matter again in the company when the scandal between the company and him had just passed!
Song Guochao pointed at Song Xuanhe with shaking hands: "You beast!"
"Anyone who keeps his first love for decades and indulges her to make trouble is not a beast. I don't deserve this reputation." Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, and a smile actually appeared in his curved eyes.
He was sincerely grateful to Song Guochao for giving him this opportunity. Although Song Guochao's incident had become a big deal before, only his family and company shareholders knew about the changes in his net worth. Other people in the company were not aware of this at all. If something happened to him, Song Guochao could still do as in the book and directly not protect him, and then act like a kind father.
Even if such a thing had happened to the Song family, those evil people who had not seen with their own eyes how bad their relationship was would not have thought that Song Guochao did it on purpose. Only when all these people had seen it with their own eyes could Song Guochao keep his head down at the critical moment and not cause trouble for him.
At first, he was worried about what he should do to let everyone know that he had broken up with Song Guochao.
Unexpectedly, when he felt sleepy, Song Guochao brought him a pillow. How could he not be happy?
Song Xuanhe's smile showed genuine joy. From Song Guochao's point of view, it was just a mockery of his arrogance in public. This smile almost made him so angry that his head went black and he couldn't breathe.
"You, you!" Hearing the whispers of the people around him, Song Guochao felt dizzy in front of his eyes and wanted to faint from anger. However, he had always maintained himself well, so even if he was so angry, he could not really faint from anger.
Song Xuanhe also didn't want to really make Song Guochao faint from anger, otherwise he would turn from a victim to a perpetrator, so he decided to quit while he was ahead.
He was about to leave, but when he turned around, he met Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. He just looked at him calmly with his design drawing in his hand. Song Xuanhe paused, grabbed his arm and walked outside.
"Brother Xuanhe!"
Song Jiani's voice came from behind, and Song Xuanhe pulled Xiao Yuanmu to walk faster.
The car was sent for repairs yesterday. Song Xuanhe got up early, which was rare for him, and came directly to the company with Song Xuanlin. They had originally planned to take a taxi after get off work to have a meal and then take a taxi back later, but they didn't expect this to happen.
Standing on the side of the road, Song Xuanhe didn't know where to go.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuan and the hand holding his arm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Where are you going?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuanhe's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Xiao Shenglin.
"Linzi." Thinking of missing the dinner with him about the designs he admired, Song Xuanhe pursed his lips and said, "Sorry, something happened to me. I may not be able to come today."
"What's wrong?" Xiao Shenglin asked, "Do you need my help?"
"I guess you'll be able to hear the sound of the wind tonight." Thinking of Song Guochao's expression just now, Song Xuanhe raised the corners of his mouth slightly and then let it go: "Please help me apologize to Feng Tong and tell him that I will definitely treat him to a meal next time."
Hearing this name, Xiao Yuanmu's gaze shifted to Song Xuanhe's face.
If he remembered correctly, Feng Tong seemed to be a very popular designer in later generations. Song Xuanhe brought the notebook with him. Did he want to meet Feng Tong?
Song Xuanhe was still on the phone with Xiao Shenglin. Xiao Shenglin apologized to Feng Tong on his behalf, told him that Feng Tong didn't mind, and promised to have dinner together next time when they had time. Then the two hung up the phone.
Xiao Yuanmu saw that his complexion had warmed up and he seemed very happy, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He couldn't tell why he felt uncomfortable, but he just wanted to ruin Song Xuan's happy mood.
However, just as the call was hung up, Song Xuanhe's phone rang again.
Song Xuanhe glanced at the familiar strange number and remembered that this was at least the fifth time he had called. There must be something wrong, so he picked up the phone. Unexpectedly, he heard Guan's childish voice: "You promised to have dinner with me, why do you keep hanging up on me!"
"If you don't want to have dinner with me, just tell me directly. Do you think I want to have dinner with you? Do you think I can only have dinner with you?"
Without waiting for Song Xuanhe to speak, Guan Zhi fired an angry bullet like a machine gun, almost piercing through the phone and hitting Song Xuanhe: "Why don't you say anything!"
"Young Master." Song Xuanhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Facing Guan Zhi, it was actually hard for him to get angry. He just said, "You've said so much, how can I get a word in?"
Guan Zhi paused for a few seconds, and then his tone became much softer: "Then tell me why you keep hanging up on me."
"This is an unfamiliar number. Is it abnormal for me to hang up on you?" Song Xuanhe didn't wait for Guan Zhi to speak, and said quickly: "I just had something to do. Let's talk about dinner next time. I will definitely not hang up on you."
Perhaps because he had just become an adult, or perhaps because he had always been too well protected, Guan Zhi was very easy to coax. As soon as he heard Song Xuanhe say that he had something to do, his anger almost disappeared immediately, and he did not show any rebelliousness typical of his age.
Not only that, he also asked worriedly what the matter was and whether he needed help.
Song Xuanhe said something vaguely about family matters, and Guan Zhi on the other side was relieved. He was also very talkative and said that they would have dinner together in a few days. Song Xuanhe, who was relieved, did not notice that Xiao Yuanmu's originally gloomy eyes next to him instantly regained calm, and the corners of his slightly pursed mouth relaxed a little.
After finally dealing with Guan Zhi, Song Xuanhe remembered that he was still holding Xiao Yuanmu's hand. He loosened his hand and leaned over to take the sketchbook in his other hand. However, just as his hand was about to touch it, he saw Xiao Yuanmu raise his hand directly.
Song Xuanhe moved for a moment, stood up and looked at Xiao Yuanmu. He was about to ask him why he didn't return it to him, but when he raised his eyes, he accidentally met Xiao Yuanmu's unfathomable eyes and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Who are the designs inside for?"
Then, Xiao Yuanmu, who was staring at him without blinking, asked this.
The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: The above measurements are basically correct, but the pants are a little smaller. I will go to the room to measure them later.
Song Xuanhe: You are such a skinny guy!
Xiao Yuanmu: Yes.
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