The sports car drove at a snail's pace into the high-end villa area with well-equipped facilities, passed through the single-family villas, and drove into the parking lot of the high-rise apartment on the other side.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed and expressionless, and thought that from today on, not only would he have to eat and live with this big guy, but he would also have to torture him in various ways. He couldn't help but shed tears in his heart for his future miserable self.
As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes. His eyes were as cold as a deep pool, clear and awake, without any sign of sleep.
Song Xuanhe was not surprised. If Xiao Yuanmu could fall asleep in the car of a man who forced him to bend over, it would be a horror event comparable to the resurrection of dinosaurs in the Jurassic Period.
"We're here, let's go down." Song Xuanhe said the lines dutifully: "You will live here with me from now on. I will take you to see your room later. After that, you can go to the kitchen and make dinner."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently, opened the car door and got out.
Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief, and first took him around the two-story duplex where he would live for a while in the future, and then opened a room and said, "You will live here from now on."
In this book, Song Xuanhe felt that the only right thing the original owner did was to sleep in separate rooms from Xiao Yuanmu. Although he didn't know why he slept separately since he had a lover, because of this, Song Xuanhe at least didn't have to live in fear at night, fearing that Xiao Yuanmu would kill her to silence her if he was unhappy.
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the clean and tidy room indifferently, then moved his gaze to Song Xuanhe and said lightly: "What do you want to eat?"
"It doesn't matter." Song Xuanhe didn't want to cause trouble for this big guy since it was not a plot-based place. Besides, he wasn't picky about food. "I eat everything. Just cook something."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything more and turned around and went downstairs.
Song Xuanhe watched his back disappear at the stairs, let out a long sigh, opened the door of the next room, lay down on the bed, and all the muscles in his body slowly relaxed. He had been frightened too much today and needed to recover.
After lying there for more than ten minutes, just when Song Xuan was about to fall asleep, the sudden ringing of his cell phone pulled him back from the chaos and darkness.
He lazily held up his phone, glanced at the caller ID with no notes, and answered the call: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Song, everything you arranged is ready. When are you going to visit the set?" Even through the phone, Song Xuanhe could hear the flattery from the other end.
However, after hearing this sentence, he remembered who this person was and his plan for the past two days.
"I'll come over this weekend." Because he almost fell asleep just now, Song Xuanhe's hoarse and gentle voice revealed the nonchalance of a dandy boy: "Don't let everyone know, I'm just going to have fun."
"I know, I know." The person on the other end quickly agreed, and found a plausible excuse for Song Xuanhe: "Mr. Song has plans to invest in a few films, and he just went to the set to inspect it this weekend."
Song Xuanhe thought this person was interesting and couldn't help but laugh. He reminded, "I have admired Queen Liu for a long time. I hope to meet her in person tomorrow."
There was a tacit smile from the other side, and said, "It is an honor for Ms. Liu to be favored by Mr. Song. She will definitely come over this weekend."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe couldn't help but curl his eyes. The person on the phone was a director with his own team named Huang Cong. His filming skills were not necessarily superb, but he was very good at doing things. He was very good at flattering and was also very good at supporting the main role. If this kind of person were placed in ancient times, he would be a living eunuch of the East Factory, who would flatter the superiors and bully the subordinates without hesitation.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't think there was anything wrong with it. As long as his status was much higher than that of this person, this person wouldn't be able to cause any big waves. And he had to say, it was quite interesting to talk to him. Whoever made a suggestion could be complemented by another person. Everyone would feel that chatting with him was very comfortable.
Throwing the phone on the bed, Song Xuanhe arched his back in bed again with a nostalgic look before sitting up and stretching, wanting to go downstairs to see how Xiao Yuanmu's dishes were doing.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, it was as if he suddenly saw a kitten with a cucumber appear behind his butt. He jumped back quickly and exaggeratedly and almost fell off the bed.
After finally steadying himself by grabbing the bench at the end of the bed, Song Xuanhe climbed up, his face pale with shock and anger as he said, "Why the hell did you suddenly appear behind me!"
It is difficult for anyone to remain calm when suddenly seeing someone standing behind them when they are completely relaxed, let alone the daring Young Master Song, who has been afraid of the only unnatural creatures with green faces, fangs, and elusive appearances in movies and stories - ghosts.
Xiao Yuanmu's silent appearance behind him almost frightened him to death. If he had not been rational, based on his usual temper as a young master, he would have rushed forward and kicked Xiao Yuanmu to vent his anger.
In some ways, Song Xuanhe's temper is no less than that of the original owner, but although he likes to play, he still follows the bottom line of normal people. He has a scale in his heart about what he can and cannot do. Otherwise, if his parents died early and he was left alone in a cannibalistic family like the Song family, how could he grow up so safely and freely.
After having his temper tantrum, Song Xuanhe felt a little guilty again. He didn't know how long Xiao Yuanmu had been standing outside, nor did he know if he had heard what he had just said on the phone. Thinking about how he had just forced him to agree to be his lover, and then the next moment he said he was interested in another woman, and he was caught in the act, he had the illusion that he was caught in bed with someone else.
But the original owner was not guilty, so he sat up straight, raised his chin, and said in a dragging voice: "Is the food ready?"
His eyes swept across Song Xuan's pupils, which were particularly watery due to fright, and his thick black eyelashes that were trembling slightly. Xiao Yuanmu suddenly felt that the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for some time seemed to have dissipated a lot, and his mood became inexplicably happier.
Xiao Yuanmu nodded and added one more sentence, which was rare: "Tomato and egg noodles."
Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up, tomato and egg noodles were his favorite noodles, no doubt about it!
"Then let's go." Song Xuanhe got off the bed, walked to Xiao Yuanmu's side, then glanced at him and said arrogantly: "Don't enter my room without my permission in the future."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything, just glanced at him lightly and walked out of the room before him.
I had read in the book before that Xiao Yuanmu was a very good cook. Later, one of his seven boyfriends fell madly in love with him after eating a bowl of plain noodles he made. When reading it at that time, Song Xuanhe just sneered and sneered at it, thinking that the author did not need any moral integrity or logic at all in order to find a man for Xiao Yuanmu.
But after actually tasting the noodles made by Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuanhe felt that he should apologize for his youthful arrogance and narrow-mindedness. He could guarantee with his taste buds that had been spoiled and picky for twenty-two years that this was the most delicious bowl of tomato and egg noodles he had ever eaten in his life!
If he could only eat one dish in his entire life, he would really like to eat the noodles prepared by Xiao Yuanmu for three meals a day!
Song Xuanhe was very polite when eating. He sat up straight and ate very quietly with his eyes down. Even when he was eating noodles, it was hard to hear any indecent sounds. But for some reason, Xiao Yuanmu, who had no appetite to begin with, felt a little hungry after seeing him finish his noodles one chopstick at a time.
Moreover, when he saw Song Xuanhe raising his head from the bowl of noodles, looking at him with a pair of bright pupils, and telling him very seriously that "it's delicious", he suddenly had an urge to give him another bowl immediately if he said he wanted to eat more.
Song Xuanhe didn't say that he wanted to eat more, although he really felt that he could still eat more, but he was very self-aware and had already determined the basic policy of never causing trouble for Boss Xiao except for the plot that he had to go through. In order to avoid an even more miserable future, even if he wanted to eat, he had to hold it back.
For Song Xuanhe, after eating delicious food, telling the person who made the food that it was delicious is just a casual habit. His mother is a very famous star chef. Since he was a child, before he learned table manners, his parents taught him to respect every piece of food he eats and also to respect the person who makes the delicious food.
This was a habit that had been ingrained in Song Xuanhe since he could speak, so even after he said this, Song Xuanhe did not think about whether his words were in line with the original owner's personality. After all, this matter was too natural for him, just like using chopsticks to eat Chinese food or using a knife and fork to eat Western food. Following the most basic rules did not require any thought.
After dinner, Song Xuanhe sat on the sofa, looking at Xiao Yuanmu's back as he washed the dishes, tapping his fingers on the pillow a little anxiously.
When he thought about holding Xiao Yuanmu down and forcing something on him, his legs went weak. Although he knew he would not succeed, he was still a little scared. After all, he and Xiao Yuanmu were comparable in physique. What if Xiao Yuanmu broke his legs in a rage?
However, this is a major plot, and he has to leave even if Xiao Yuanmu breaks his legs.
When Xiao Yuanmu came out of the kitchen, he saw Song Xuanhe sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, her lips pursed lightly, not knowing what she was thinking about. Her thick eyelashes drooped, leaving a shadow under her eyelids. Maybe it was because the sofa was too big and too soft, Song Xuanhe was completely sunken in it, looking inexplicably innocent and pitiful.
However, Xiao Yuanmu knew that this was just an illusion.
There are too many pitiful people in this world, but Song Xuan and this domineering and arrogant third-generation rich man are definitely not one of them.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: weak, pitiful and helpless.
Xiao Yuanmu: Be good, I’ll let you eat my bottom.
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