Song Xuanhe blinked, looked away and said, "We were just talking about you leaving China and breaking up. Now that we've broken up, there's no point in worrying about a substitute."
"Alright." Song Xuanhe looked at the two photos in his hand. Although he wanted to admit it directly, he couldn't involve Xiao Shenglin in his affairs with Xiao Yuanmu. Besides, the affairs between him and Xiao Yuanmu had nothing to do with Xiao Shenglin. He said, "Since you want an answer, then I'll tell you that it's not. The affairs between you and me have nothing to do with Xiao Shenglin. He is just a friend to me."
Xiao Yuanmu examined Song Xuanhe's expression, and the arc of his mouth deepened: "I believe you."
"Now that this matter has been made clear." Song Xuanhe threw the photo on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm a little hungry too, you go downstairs first."
Xiao Yuanmu paused, stood up, lifted Song Xuanhe's chin and kissed him on the lips before turning and leaving.
[The original owner liked Xiao Shenglin before?] Song Xuanhe asked in his mind: Why don’t I have this part of the memory? 】
[I don’t know either!] 】The system is also very puzzled about the current situation. 【I can be sure that your memory is the complete memory of Song Xuanhe, but it is not ruled out that the Lord God feels that some memories have no effect on you, so he blurred them. 】
【What's the meaning? 】
The comparison of the two photos just now really gave Song Xuan a huge shock. When he met Xiao Shenglin, he had always been gentle, polite and easy to get along with. Xiao Shenglin did not account for a large proportion in the original owner's memories, and the original owner himself had very indifferent feelings towards Xiao Shenglin, so when he met Xiao Shenglin for the first time, he just went through it lightly without looking at those memories in detail.
When Song Xuanhe heard the system say this, his heart skipped a beat and he instantly had a bad feeling.
The system's words confirmed the accuracy of his intuition: [For example... the Lord God feels that these memories are useless for the mission and may even affect the completion of the mission, so he will remove the original owner's feelings about that memory. The memory you receive is complete, but you cannot feel the original owner's emotions at the time. Humans have no emotional tendencies, and if they judge memories only by images, there will be some inaccuracies. 】
[Is there any inaccuracy?] Song Xuanhe repeated these four words calmly, not knowing whether he was angry or annoyed. However, thinking of the current situation, he quickly calmed down: "Anyway, this matter is over. If you have anything else to hide from me or if there is anything wrong with my memory, tell me now. 】
[No more.] 】
【real? 】
[It’s really gone!] The system said: [But what are you and the boss going to do? Except when the boss's emotions fluctuate too strongly, I can no longer accurately judge his emotions at other times, and I can no longer provide you with help. You are on your own. 】
It said this as if it had provided him with help before.
Song Xuanhe had already gotten used to the uselessness of the system and said, "Just don't hold us back." 】
[Boss has finished cooking the noodles! 】The system was always paying attention to the movements of another person in the room, and quickly said: [I always feel that it is not a good idea for you to break up with the boss. Anyway, the two of you are not on the same plate, and there is no point in breaking up or not. I detected that when you proposed to break up, Xiao Yuanmu's emotional fluctuation value was the highest in history, and the drastic fluctuation value made me notice it, so I think it’s best for you to perfunctorily get over it. The boss is here, take care, brother. 】
A second before Xiao Yuanmu stepped into the living room, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes very keenly. Xiao Yuanmu met his gaze and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart. However, before he could think about it, he saw Song Xuanhe stand up and said, "Is the noodles ready?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, and Song Xuanhe walked towards him.
After half a month, Song Xuanhe ate the tomato and egg noodles prepared by Xiao Yuanmu again. She tasted it attentively and temporarily put the topic of breakup behind her.
Xiao Yuanmu hadn't planned on eating anything, but under his influence, he finished the noodles in the bowl without realizing it.
"Thank you for the noodles, they are delicious." Song Xuanhe put down his chopsticks and remembered that Xiao Yuanmu was leaving. After thinking for a while, he asked, "When are you going to the United States?"
Xiao Yuanmu was cleaning the table. He paused when he heard this and lowered his eyes, saying, "Very soon."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips and didn't ask any further questions.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Song Xuanhe sat in the restaurant without moving. When Xiao Yuanmu came out after sorting everything out, he stood up and said, "It's getting late. I'll go back first."
"In three hours."
Song Xuanhe paused, not quite reacting: "What do you mean three hours later?"
"Go to the United States."
Song Xuanhe opened his eyes slightly: "Early morning?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded calmly, and Song Xuanhe felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart, but it was only for a moment, and he calmed down and said calmly: "I have to go to work tomorrow, so I won't see you off. See you later if there is a chance."
After saying that, he walked towards the door. When he got to the door and was about to change his shoes, he remembered that his cell phone was still on the sofa. However, as soon as he walked over, he saw Xiao Yuanmu had already picked up his cell phone.
Song Xuanhe stretched out his hand: "Thank you."
"Are you angry?" Xiao Yuanmu's hand holding his phone dropped, and he did not return the phone to him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his clear voice carried a hint of expectation that he himself did not even notice.
"Why should I be angry?" Song Xuanhe crossed her arms and said, "We just broke up, so let's part ways amicably. I won't be angry with my ex-boyfriend."
"I didn't agree to break up." Xiao Yuanmu's lips flattened and his dark eyes sank.
Song Xuanhe curled his lips: "I thought we had reached a consensus."
Xiao Yuanmu stared at him for a few seconds, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, he laughed in anger. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "You said the beginning, and now you say the end. It's good to have a beginning and an end."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Xiao Yuanmu walked towards Song Xuanhe step by step, and said slowly: "It's just that I regret that I have never fulfilled the responsibilities that a lover should fulfill. Before reaching a consensus, I should at least fulfill the obligations that lovers should have once."
When Xiao Yuanmu was only half a step away from Song Xuanhe, the dangerous instinct rushed along Song Xuanhe's spine to his scalp. He took a half step back without leaving a trace, and his expression was still not timid: "How do you want to fulfill your responsibilities?"
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yuanmu grabbed Song Xuanhe's wrists, and before he could react, he pressed his hands against the wall with one hand, unbuttoned his shirt with the other hand, lowered his eyes and looked at him, whispering in a low voice: "Do what lovers would do, and that's considered fulfilling your responsibilities."
It was not until the chill from the unclosed balcony door brushed across Guangguo's abdomen that Song Xuanhe belatedly realized the current situation. However, he was so surprised that he forgot to struggle for a moment. He just opened his eyes wide in astonishment, wondering what Xiao Yuanmu would do to him if he couldn't get it hard.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't let him think too long. He closed his eyes and held his lips, sucking gently before inserting his tongue. The hand that was just unbuttoning his shirt had reached down, and his fingers deftly took off his trousers and then grabbed there directly.
Song Xuanhe was shocked, and began to struggle with his hands that were restrained behind his back. Xiao Yuanmu's kiss moved to his earlobe, and he rubbed it with his teeth, and suddenly licked it lightly, bringing waves of tremors. It was the first time that Song Xuanhe knew that the ears of this body were so sensitive, and the strength he had just accumulated dissipated in an instant.
In contrast, Xiao Xuanhe gradually raised his head.
Xiao Yuanmu laughed softly, his hands moving non-stop. Feeling his tense body and his attempts to struggle, he lowered his voice and said, "I said before that I have a way to verify it..."
"Don't, don't go too far..." Song Xuanhe took a deep breath, turned his head away to avoid Xiao Yuanmu's kiss on his neck, and said through gritted teeth: "Even if I lied..."
Xiao Yuanmu's hands suddenly accelerated, and Song Xuanhe's whole body softened. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. After a moment, he reacted and his whole body stiffened.
"So... you didn't lie to me."
Xiao Yuanmu's chuckle rang in his ears. Song Xuanhe gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but when the words reached his lips, his muscles tensed and his eyes widened in disbelief - Xiao Yuanmu's hand moved behind him.
…
The aftertaste was still there, the balcony door was not closed tightly, and the cold wind blew into the heated living room. The faint fishy smell mixed with the warming wind floated in the air.
Song Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa, was wearing only an open white shirt, his face still flushed. He stared at Xiao Yuanmu, who was wearing the same black shirt, and gritted his teeth before squeezing out a hoarse voice: "Just wait!"
Xiao Yuanmu passed the cufflink handles that he had pulled off Song Xuanhe's shirt sleeves through the adjusted cuffs, slowly adjusted the position of the cufflinks, and then fixed them.
"I'm waiting for you."
Xiao Yuanmu was obviously in a good mood, with an unprecedentedly gentle smile on his face, and his deep eyes were especially affectionate when they were not cold. He walked in front of Song Xuanhe and looked at him with his eyes down. After a few seconds, he rubbed his red and swollen lower lip with his fingers. His peach blossom eyes were glittering and affectionate, and his clear voice was hoarse after being satisfied: "But I won't let you go so easily next time."
Song Xuanhe stretched out his hand and wanted to punch Xiao Yuanmu's nose, but his raised hand felt so sore as if he had been lifting iron for two hours - which was almost the same.
At first he didn't react when Xiao Yuanmu's hand moved behind him. It was not until one of his fingers almost squeezed in that he suddenly realized what was going on, and then he struggled violently.
However, Xiao Yuanmu was holding the weak spot in his body that every man had to admit. If he moved, his accumulated strength would be dispersed again and again. The only good thing was that Xiao Yuanmu held his hand with one hand and left the other hand there, so he couldn't do anything to him for the time being. In the end, the two of them went back and forth and helped each other...
Then, with such help, Song Xuanhe had completely forgotten the fear of almost losing the rear and had suffered humiliation from the man! He admitted that his hardware conditions were not as good as his, but his endurance was also far behind. The contrast between the two people's first help to each other was so great that the only eight words left in his mind were "avenge the previous shame and regain the glory".
The 4-0 record made Song Xuanhe extremely certain that this was a problem with the original owner's health and definitely not his.
Perhaps the smile in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes was too dazzling, or perhaps the crisis of losing the rear was only a brief moment before, which was not as great as the impact of the provocation on a man's dignity, causing Song Xuanhe to speak without fear, and even forget that they were talking about breaking up before: "Wait, I will let you know who will not let go of who."
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