At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Xuanhe went downstairs on time, and unexpectedly saw Xiao Yuanmu in the living room.
At this time of summer, the sun is shining brightly. The overwhelming sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the courtyard, making the entire living room spacious and bright, and also melting the coldness around the young man on the sofa. When he looks over here from the book, the sunlight from the side embellishes his eyes, which are so dazzling and beautiful that people can't help but breathe lightly.
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe who was standing on the steps. Seeing him staring at him blankly, his fingertips pressing on the pages of the book trembled slightly. Then he turned his face away and concealed the cold light in his eyes.
Because of this face, and eyes similar to Song Xuanhe's, he had seen too many times since he was a child, and he knew what was in them, nothing more than obsession, amazement, or some disgusting desire.
What's more, his helpless, fatherless and motherless identity made him very easy to manipulate, which could cause those who showed such a look to attack him almost without any scruples. Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold - but, those people paid a painful price in the end.
No one knows what Song Xuanhe will do for this, but maybe he can use this to get something to defeat the Song family.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuanmu gently rubbed the pages of the book with his index finger, swept his eyes across the middle paragraph, stopped on the word "destruction" for two seconds, and then closed the whole book.
Song Xuanhe licked his lips. Seeing Xiao Yuanmu close the book and look over again, he tightened his grip on the handrail of the stairs slightly, and then made small talk: "Why are you still here at this time?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him quietly, his eyes falling on his slightly guilty and evasive face that had absolutely nothing to do with desire. He felt a little surprised in his heart, and said calmly: "You asked me to wait for you to go to work yesterday."
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he seemed to have said that they had just come out of the supermarket in the villa area and happened to meet a patrolling guard. The guards here generally remember the owners. Even if they can't remember, most of them have sharp eyes and can guess whether it is a visitor or an outsider just by looking at the clothes.
At that time, he received a phone call and asked Xiao Yuanmu to go out first. Unexpectedly, when he came out, he saw him being stopped and interrogated by the guards. After going up to rescue him, he thought that he might also be interrogated when he came out in the morning, so he said: I will take you to work tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuanmu would really be waiting for him here.
"Then let's go."
When Song Xuanhe drove Xiao Yuanmu past the guard room, he lowered the car window to let the guard inside see Xiao Yuanmu's face and said, "This is my roommate. Let you recognize his face."
The guard who stopped Xiao Yuanmu yesterday was also there. Upon hearing what was said, he quickly apologized again and then respectfully sent them away.
At the company entrance, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu walked in side by side under the gazes of dozens of people.
The two men walked to the two adjacent elevators, one in front and one behind, without looking at each other. One stood at the high-rise elevator on the left, and the other stood at the ordinary employee elevator on the right. The distinction was clear, and they did not communicate until they got off the elevator.
Just as Song Xuanhe stepped into the empty elevator, a charming woman followed him in. To his surprise, he also saw the eye contact between the beauty and Xiao Yuanmu.
It should be said that it was this girl, whose every move exuded charm, who unilaterally provoked Xiao Yuanmu. Xiao Yuanmu did not even give her a glance and squeezed into the elevator with the crowd.
"Brother Xuanhe!" The beautiful woman pouted and hugged his arm, looking aggrieved: "How dare your little lover ignore me! You have to make the decision for me!"
The beautiful woman made three turns in her sentence, with a delicate rise in the ending tone, which made Song Xuanhe's arms tremble. If she had a few more hairpins on her head, the sense of being in the ancient harem's competition for favor would be even stronger.
"Jiani." Song Xuanhe pulled out his arms, suppressed his twitching mouth, and forced a smile: "Why are you here?"
Just a moment ago, Song Xuanhe found the memory of Song Jiani in his memory. Although she also had the surname Song, Song Jiani and Song Xuanhe had no blood relationship. She was the daughter of Song Xuanhe's mother's best friend.
Song Jiani and Song Xuanhe are childhood sweethearts and have similar family backgrounds. Song Jiani has liked Song Xuanhe since she was a child, so after graduation she did not go to her own company, but followed him to Song's. She wanted to keep a close eye on her lover and also wanted to get the upper hand by being close to him. However, she did not expect that on the first day she entered the company, Song Xuanhe would fall in love with Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Jiani was jealous and unwilling, so she spread rumors about Xiao Yuanmu everywhere and tried every way to make trouble for Xiao Yuanmu. Xiao Yuanmu had a miserable life in the company, and Song Jiani played an indispensable role in this.
Of course, Song Jiani did not have a good ending in the future.
Although both of them ended up miserably, Song Xuanhe did not feel any sympathy for Song Jiani. Instead, he took a step back, because this delicate little girl was the one who would break Song Xuanhe's life in the future because of love turning into hate. Just seeing her, Song Xuanhe felt a dull pain in his lower body.
However, Song Xuanhe's indifference made Song Jiani misunderstand. Her eyes turned red and she choked up and said, "Brother Xuanhe, why are you so cold to me recently? Are you really in love with that vixen?"
Song Xuanhe was speechless for a while, and looked up at the number displayed above. He didn't dare to offend Xiao Yuanmu, but he didn't have any scruples about Song Jiani. He said directly: "Even if Xiao Yuanmu didn't exist, I wouldn't like you. I advise you not to cause trouble for him, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself."
After delivering the reminder, he stepped out as soon as the elevator door opened, leaving Song Jiani staring at the closing elevator door with a gloomy face.
As the prince who was parachuted into the marketing department, Song Xuanhe's daily work was very simple. Apart from deciding on various planning and promotional plans, there was nothing else he needed to do personally.
Things that were to be dealt with in the morning Last night, Song Xuanhe felt bored before he had worked for an hour in the afternoon. He walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, suddenly remembering the conversation he had with Xiao Yuanmu in the car just now.
There was silence in the car at that time. Xiao Yuanmu suddenly spoke in a very light voice: "Why do you like me?"
Song Xuanhe felt like he was facing a great enemy, because he had no idea why the original owner fell in love with Xiao Yuanmu. If he had to find a reason, it would be that Xiao Yuanmu was too good-looking, but could he say that?
So he racked his brains and came up with a reason that he couldn't ask about in detail: "Love at first sight."
After he finished speaking, he carefully glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression.
Xiao Yuanmu's face did not show any change. He quietly looked at the traffic ahead. After a long time, he chuckled, but there was no smile on his face. He said in a calm voice: "Because of my face?"
Song Xuanhe quickly withdrew his gaze and did not say anything out of a sense of crisis.
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes, his expression unpredictable: "If I tell you that as long as you stop pestering me from today on, I can pretend that nothing happened before, and if you disagree, you will bear the consequences at your own risk, what will you do?"
Song Xuanhe swallowed secretly. He really wanted to agree to Xiao Yuanmu. He even wanted to say that there was no need to do it today. It would be best if they never had any contact with each other from this moment on.
But he can't.
Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Xiao Yuanmu's attitude towards him did not seem to be as disgusting as his attitude towards the original owner in the book. However, he didn't know whether this part was not written or appeared in the book, or whether this part actually happened but was not written down.
However, no matter the former or the latter, he can only have one answer, and he is destined to offend the future big boss.
Song Xuanhe was a little discouraged. He didn't dare to look at Xiao Yuanmu. He looked straight ahead and said, "I don't agree?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him leisurely, without any anger or hatred on his face. His eyes were as clear as a cold pond, but his tone was unpredictable: "In this case, no matter what happens in the future, you will have no room for regret."
Recalling Xiao Yuanmu's expression in the morning, Song Xuan and the pen that was flexibly turning between his fingers suddenly stopped. There was some irritation between his brows. He simply threw the pen on another sofa, picked up the mobile phone beside him, played with it for a while, and then changed to a lying position. While flipping through the messages on the phone, he crossed his legs and felt very comfortable.
The original owner had a lot of bad friends. It had only been ten days since he traveled through time, but this phone had received at least dozens of invitations, including ordinary dinners, theme parties, and even invitations to fly to Australia to gamble. Judging from the tone of the people on the other end, this was not the first time, and it was obvious that the original owner did not hold back when playing.
In fact, Song Xuanhe had no scruples when playing, and he felt suffocated acting every day in front of Xiao Yuanmu, who would find ways to kill him in the future. However, this was not his world after all, and he had no idea what those people were like. Moreover, the original owner had such a miserable life later, and his friends who took advantage of his misfortune definitely contributed to it, so there was no harm in avoiding them as early as possible.
Song Xuanhe was scrolling through his phone carelessly when suddenly another message came in. His eyes lit up, and although it was quickly pushed aside by other messages, he still found it quickly.
*****: The information about the person you asked me to check has been sent to your email. That woman has someone protecting her. It took a lot of effort to find the information you requested. Remember to pay more.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and typed quickly.
I am the most handsome man in the world: So fast?
*****: The more money you have, the faster it will be. I have given you the account number. Please show me the screenshot of the transfer.
After Song Xuanhe opened his email and saw that it contained the information he wanted, he paid the money readily and took a screenshot and sent it over.
*****: Thank you for your patronage. Welcome to visit us next time.
After exiting WeChat, Song Xuanhe opened his mailbox and saw a beautiful woman whose age could not be determined at all. He smiled.
When has the carefree and free-spirited Young Master Song ever had such a frustrating life? Xiao Yuanmu had to endure it for the sake of his life, but he had no scruples about using those other people who were jumping around to vent his anger.
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