At the entrance of the top floor apartment in Y City Center Garden, Xiao Yuanmu stared calmly at the elegantly dressed woman two steps away, and his tone was also calm and distant: "Excuse me, is there anything you can do for me?"
Mrs. Xiao squeezed her handbag awkwardly. Her well-maintained white fingertips exerted a little force, causing the diamond-studded buckle on the edge of the handbag to turn slightly white. Her usual graceful demeanor was gone, and only her eyes were slightly red.
The eldest son who was lost and found again had been "busy" for such a long time, and she had already known his attitude towards the Xiao family and her and his father. He was not close to them, nor did he like them very much, and was even wary of them.
This realization made Mrs. Xiao so sad that she woke up crying in the middle of the night. However, her eldest son, whom she had not seen for more than 20 years, was right within her reach. No matter how many times she was turned down, she could not stop herself from wanting to be closer to him.
Mrs. Xiao carefully looked at Xiao Yuanmu's features, which looked like her brother who had died long ago. When she saw Xiao Yuanmu for the first time, she knew that this was definitely her son. In this world, apart from her eldest son, there could be no one else who looked so much like her brother who had passed away many years ago.
Facing Madam Xiao's almost burning gaze, Xiao Yuanmu remained calm, but a trace of impatience flashed across his eyes. His Adam's apple moved before he spoke again: "Madam Xiao, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Madam Xiao was brought back to her senses by his voice. Her fingertips, which had been tightly clenching her handbag due to nervousness, turned even paler because of this address. But she still smiled and said, "Yuanmu, I am your mother. You don't have to call me so strangely."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, but did not change his words. He just asked for the third time: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"I heard that you usually don't eat breakfast in the morning." Madam Xiao bent her knees slightly, picked up the bamboo basket that had just been put aside, and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu, saying, "You are so busy at work every day. If you don't eat breakfast, your body will easily not be able to bear it, so mom made some and sent it to you."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes followed her voice and fell on the beautifully woven bamboo basket, then moved back to her face. Seeing her expectant expression, he raised his hand and took the bamboo basket from her hand: "Thank you."
Seeing him take it, Madam Xiao was delighted, and the smile on her face became a little more relaxed. The following words were also smooth and natural: "The porridge inside may need to be heated up. Mom will go in and heat it up for you. You can eat it after you take a shower. How about it?"
"No thanks." Xiao Yuanmu refused calmly: "I have something to deal with in the morning, just eat something."
"How can this be possible?" Madam Xiao's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned: "Cold food is not good for the stomach."
"It's okay, Madam Xiao." Louis, who had been swept by Xiao Yuanmu's gaze several times, shook off his erected hairs, took a step forward and said with a smile: "We young people just like to eat cold food. Since the food has been delivered, do you want me to take you down?"
Mrs. Xiao glanced at Louis who brought her here, and then looked at Xiao Yuanmu, whose expression remained unchanged, hoping that he would say something.
"Louis." Under Madam Xiao's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu finally spoke: "Send Madam Xiao down."
Louis nodded quickly. He was very nervous when he had to refuse Mrs. Xiao's request and bring her to Xiao Yuanmu's doorstep because of his father's relationship with the Xiao family. Now seeing Xiao Yuanmu's seemingly calm but actually impending storm, Louis felt even more uneasy. He just wanted to take Mrs. Xiao away from here immediately, hoping that Xiao Yuanmu would show mercy when he caused trouble for him.
“Mrs. Xiao, this way please.” Louis pressed the elevator button, bowed gentlemanly and raised his hand to block the elevator door with a smile on his face.
Madam Xiao nodded gracefully and smiled at Xiao Yuanmu, "Then Mom will come to see you tomorrow."
"No need to trouble you." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Louis and said, "I can make breakfast myself."
Madam Xiao paused while holding her handbag, and smiled stiffly: "If that's the case, then next time, Mom..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a ringing phone.
She was slightly stunned, and then a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. She hadn't finished her words yet. If Xiao Yuanmu wanted to answer the phone at this time, she could stay here for a while longer.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't notice Mrs. Xiao's expression. When he heard the familiar ringtone, his attention was completely drawn to the sound in the living room.
"Go answer the phone." Mrs. Xiao smiled sympathetically: "Mom is waiting for you here."
Xiao Yuanmu paused for a moment, then quickly walked to the sofa and picked up the phone. Seeing the familiar note, a smile flashed across his eyes. He picked up the phone and whispered, "Wait."
Then he turned around, walked a few steps to the door, and said, "I have something important to deal with now, you..."
"It's okay. Mom doesn't have anything else to say. I'll talk to you when you're done."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Louis. Louis actually wanted to listen to Xiao Yuanmu's phone call. Ever since he heard about Xiao Yuanmu's lover from Yang Jie last time, he has been very curious about him. Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu was obviously more excited than before, he knew that the person calling must be his legendary lover. However, his enthusiasm for gossip could not compare to Xiao Yuanmu's terrifying level.
He raised his eyebrows with some regret, then looked at Madam Xiao with a smile: "Madam Xiao, I..."
"You don't have to see me off." Madam Xiao looked at Xiao Yuanmu's back with some trepidation. She struggled between politely leaving and rudely staying. In the end, the temptation to stay with her son for a while overcame her reason. She smiled gently and elegantly, "It's fine for me to stay here and wait for him. Louis, if you have something to do, you can leave first."
"No, no, no, it's my honor to serve you." If Madam Xiao was left alone in front of Xiao Yuanmu's door, Xiao Yuanmu might peel off her skin after he finished the call. Louis smiled bitterly and said, "I'll wait for him with you."
Madam Xiao smiled more sincerely after hearing this, "Thank you."
Over there, Xiao Yuanmu left Madam Xiao to Louis to deal with, then went into the room, stood by the French window, looked at the garden river downstairs, listened to the shallow breathing over there, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
"You can tell me now, why are you calling me at this time?"
It should be eight o'clock in the evening in Diyi at this time. Song Xuanhe rarely contacted him at this time, so Xiao Yuanmu was very surprised to receive this call.
Song Xuanhe felt a little relieved when he heard Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice. He glanced at Song Jiabao and the others, then looked away and said, "I have something to tell you."
Xiao Yuanmu leaned against the transparent glass in a relaxed manner, his eyes gentle: "What's the matter?"
Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched, and after seeing the pleading looks of Song Jiabao's family, he pursed his lips again and lowered his eyes and asked, "Have you been busy recently?"
"Not busy." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at his watch and the neatly stacked documents on the table, and said calmly, "These two days are very relaxing, so you can take a break."
Song Xuanhe was thinking about something and didn't notice Xiao Yuanmu's tone. Hearing this, he just nodded lightly, glanced at Song Jiabao's pale face, and turned to walk upstairs.
"What's that interview about?"
Song Xuanhe asked as he walked. The Song family members stretched their heads to listen to what was being said on the phone. However, Song Xuanhe had long legs and fast feet, and he could take four or five steps at a time. After a while, he disappeared, and all they could hear was the sound of the door closing.
Xiao Yuanmu: "Which interview?"
Song Xuanhe closed the door, found a place to sit down and asked, "How many interviews have you participated in?" ”
Xiao Yuanmu turned and walked towards the big bed in the middle: "One."
Song Xuanhe put his feet on the coffee table: "Then which one are you talking about?"
"So what part of the interview do you want to ask about?"
Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bed and sat down, turned on the speakerphone and put the phone next to him, changed out of his home clothes and put on a shirt, fiddling with the cufflinks with his well-knuckled fingers, his tone somewhat nonchalant.
Song Xuanhe heard the rustling noises and Xiao Yuanmu's voice which was obviously farther away than before. He paused and asked, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Change clothes."
Song Xuanhe put down the legs that were resting on the coffee table, lifted the legs of the coffee table, and then lifted them up again, bending them and stepping on the edge of the coffee table. He pushed the coffee table a little further with his legs, and then asked him, "Did you change clothes while you were talking to me on the phone?"
Xiao Yuanmu said in a light voice: "Louis is waiting for me outside the door, I can't see him in my home clothes."
Song Xuan and Yang Mei did not pursue the matter and returned to the main topic: "What exactly is the meaning of your interview? We have broken up, why did you say that I am still with you."
Xiao Yuanmu paused while buttoning his cuffs, and said calmly, "You said that we each insisted on our own understanding of this relationship. You think we broke up, but I don't. I only said what I think. If you disagree with what I said, you can also express your thoughts on the public platform."
Song Xuanhe paused while slowly pushing the coffee table. His expression was blank for a few seconds, and then his face twitched: "If I say now that you and I haven't broken up, who will believe me?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's suppressed angry voice, Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and locked his sleeves, his voice slightly hoarse because of the end of his smile: "This is your business."
Song Xuanhe was somewhat shocked by Xiao Yuanmu's shamelessness, so much so that he was speechless for a long time. He felt that he had just been kicked in the head by a donkey, as he gave up the chance to get rid of the entanglement of Song Jiabao's family just because of the slight surprise in Xiao Yuanmu's tone, which might not even exist.
Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu was already very tired at that time and didn't want to make him unhappy all morning with these things?
Song Xuanhe pushed the coffee table away with his foot, and his legs fell to the ground. For some reason, Xiao Yuanmu's smiling voice reminded him of his slightly curved eyes with a smile in them. The slight unhappiness he had just felt disappeared at any time. He didn't like being affected by Xiao Yuanmu's emotions, so he pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "What about the invitation?"
The smile in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes paused, and his jaw tightened a little bit: "Did the Xiao family send it to you?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned: "You don't know?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the door from a distance, and his smiling voice returned to its cold tone: "Don't come."
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