When Xiao Yuanmu found Madam Xiao, she was talking to two women of similar age. When she saw him coming, the smile on her face deepened instantly. She took a few steps forward to greet him, smiled and took his hand and said, "You're here, come here quickly."
"Let me introduce you. This is Aunt Zhao, and this is Aunt Qian. They are both my good friends."
Xiao Yuanmu pulled his hand away without leaving a trace and nodded slightly: "Aunt Zhao, Aunt Qian."
Aunt Zhao smiled and handed him a quaint small wooden box: "This is a gift from Auntie to you." Aunt Qian next to her also took out a small purse. The things inside looked a little heavy, and when she handed it to Xiao Yuanmu, there was a sound of metallic collision.
Xiao Yuanmu did not move. Madam Xiao said, "Take it. This is a gift for you as a coming-of-age gift. They gave your brother something when he was eighteen. You should take one each."
"Yes." Aunt Zhao said, "When you were born, we gave you a jade pendant and a longevity lock. They are still locked in the cabinet in your room. Don't be shy with us."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly. After saying thank you, he accepted the things from the two people and handed them to Yang Jie who had been following him.
Mrs. Qian smiled and asked, "I heard that you already have someone you like, why didn't I see him today?"
Madam Xiao just smiled and pursed her lips before Xiao Yuanmu spoke, "It seems that the child had something to do and couldn't make it here."
Madam Zhao said, "It's a pity that you couldn't come at such an important time."
Madam Xiao smiled and changed the subject: "Your father said you would come right away. Was there something delaying you?"
"I met Mrs. James and Aunt Song." Xiao Yuanmu said, "I greeted them."
The other two ladies were stunned, and Mrs. Zhao said, "I do know Mrs. James, but who is Mrs. Song? I don't seem to have heard of her name."
Mrs. Xiao was also a little confused at first, but after hearing Xiao Yuanmu's address to her, she reacted, the smile on her face paused, and she said evasively: "Mrs. James likes you very much, you should go over and say hello."
Xiao Yuanmu's lips curled slightly, he lowered his eyes and said nothing.
After hearing what Mrs. Xiao said, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Qian stopped asking questions. They just exchanged glances and changed the subject tacitly.
"Yuanmu." Mrs. Zhao recalled the topic Xiao Yuanmu had discussed with her bestie before she came, and said softly, "I heard that you still live in an apartment by yourself. The Xiao family has their own house in Y City. Although your parents and brother don't often stay there, they often go there. You and your family have been separated for so long, you should cherish the opportunity to be together now."
Mrs. Xiao nodded when she heard this: "That house is not far from your company, you can move in and live with us when the time comes."
Before Xiao Yuanmu could say anything, Xiao Bacong walked over through the crowd. He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit and a blue-green silk jacquard tie, which perfectly embodied the transition from a lively boy to a steady man. His slightly childish handsome face was smiling, and he looked very noble.
He happened to hear this and smiled, "Brother is moving to our place? I can ask Ben to help him clean up a room, but don't we have to go to the main house first?"
Seeing him coming over, Mrs. Xiao, who was originally a little nervous, instantly relaxed, grabbed her youngest son's hand, and said angrily, "I asked you to come here earlier, where have you been?"
Xiao Bocong smiled and said, "My friends are over there. I talked to them. Zeyu and Weiyang were going to join me, but they met classmates they hadn't seen for a long time. They left me alone as soon as they started talking. "
Zeyu and Weiyang are the sons of Madam Zhao and Madam Qian respectively. When they heard him talking about their children, their smiles deepened. Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "Bai Cong is still sensible. Zeyu should learn from you."
Xiao Bacong smiled brightly and said, "If my mother and brother weren't here, I would have been dragged away by my classmates."
Madam Xiao pretended to be angry and glared at him, saying, "I told you to take your brother to meet your friends, but you played for so long."
"I was afraid that my brother would look too cold and scare them, so I went over to say hello in advance." Xiao Baicong looked at Xiao Yuanmu and smiled, "My brother won't blame me, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was clear and calm: "No."
"That's what I told you." Xiao Baicong walked up to Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Come on, brother. I'll take you to meet my friends."
Xiao Yuanmu refused calmly: "No need."
Madam Xiao, Madam Qian, and Madam Zhao were stunned. The smile on Xiao Bocong's face faded a little: "Brother, you are not blaming me for being late, are you?"
"I have a video conference call at five o'clock." Xiao Yuanmu looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time now. I have to go upstairs and prepare."
"You kid." Madam Xiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Why do you have to work today? Can't you postpone it a little?"
"No." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "This cooperation is very important to the future development of the company, and it is not appropriate to change something that has been agreed in advance at the last minute."
Madam Xiao sighed lightly, still smiling, and said, "Then go to the meeting first. After the meeting, remember to ask your brother to take you to meet people of your age and make more friends."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded and said goodbye to the two ladies one by one. Then he glanced at Xiao Bocong and said to Madam Xiao, "I'm leaving first."
"Go ahead."
"Brother and I will go up together." Xiao Bocong said with a smile, "I just happened to have something left in the room, I'll go up and get it."
"Okay." Looking at her youngest son, Mrs. Xiao said with a doting tone: "But don't disturb your brother's work."
"I know." Xiao Bocong looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a smile and said, "Brother, let's go together."
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze paused on him for two seconds, then he turned around, waved to his mother, and followed Xiao Yuanmu's footsteps with a smile.
"Brother." Although Xiao Bocong was five years younger than Xiao Yuanmu, his height was almost the same. He took a few quick steps to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yuanmu, turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanmu's profile, and said, "Will you really move back and live with us?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked ahead with a calm expression: "No."
Xiao Bocong's eyes paused, but his smile remained unchanged: "Why? Because you are not used to it after just coming back? But we are a family, we will get used to it after living together for a long time, and we can also cultivate feelings, right?"
“The company is too busy.”
"In fact, the house is not far from the apartment." Xiao Bocong said, "If you have a driver to pick you up and drop you off at get off work, it won't take up much time."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said nothing.
Xiao Baicong was still smiling, and didn't seem to care about Xiao Yuanmu's indifference. He changed the subject again and tried to talk to him more, like a little follower who admired his brother: "Brother, when I was only ten years old and studying world history, I went to China with my family teacher. At that time, there were too many people around me, and it was not interesting at all. Is China fun?"
Yang Jie: “Not fun.”
Xiao Baicong paused and looked at Yang Jie, frowning a little: "I'm asking my brother, why are you interrupting?"
"He's right." Xiao Yuanmu also stopped and said calmly: "I still have work to do. Go get what you want."
Xiao Bocong pursed his lips and looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a hint of grievance: "Don't you like me very much?"
"yes."
Xiao Bacong was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief. He obviously didn't expect that he would answer so quickly and directly.
"Can you let me in now?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his chin slightly, motioning Xiao Bacong to move aside.
Xiao Bocong glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and Yang Jie behind him, frowned and asked, "Why? If you don't like someone, there should be a reason, right?"
"No reason." Xiao Yuanmu stretched out his hand to open the door, and paused before walking in. He turned and looked at Xiao Baicong. His dark eyes were bottomless and icy cold. He said, "Just like you."
The door closed in front of Xiao Bocong. He stood there for a long time before he suddenly sneered and said meaningfully, "Smarter than I thought."
After closing the door, Yang Jie pricked up his ears and listened for a while. When he was sure that no one outside could hear the noise inside, he said in confusion: "Brother Xiao, even if you don't like your brother, you shouldn't say it so...directly."
Xiao Yuanmu said nothing, found a sofa to sit down, picked up his cell phone and dialed the number he had been thinking about.
Yang Jie didn't see him take out his phone, and continued: "Also, I remember you didn't have a video conference today, and you came up now because you were tired--"
"What's up?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard in the air. He took a few steps forward and accidentally saw some unfamiliar faces on the phone screen that he hadn't seen for a long time. Yang Jie paused, and the expression on his face seemed both expected and surprised, which was quite complicated.
Seeing the person in the video, Xiao Yuanmu's mouth curled up slightly. He raised his hand and tugged at his tie, and said in a low voice: "Awake?"
Song Xuanhe was awakened by a phone call. His messy hair hung on his forehead. His sleepy eyes were half-open with moisture in the bottom of his eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the sharp-faced man on the other side of the video.
His tone was very impatient: "What's the matter so early?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes slid across Song Xuan's chest, which was exposed by the unbuttoned clothes. He quickly looked away and looked in Yang Jie's direction. He turned the screen of his mobile phone and said, "I just ran into my aunt."
Last night, Song Xuan stayed in the studio until five o'clock before returning to the apartment. His eyelids kept drooping. He finally opened his eyes. The sunlight shone obliquely on his clear pupils. The color of his pupils was very light: "So?"
He said just three words and then closed his eyes again, full of impatience, as if asking why he had to wake me up for something like this?
"She asked me when we were going to get married."
Song Xuanhe's thin eyelids twitched, and he suddenly opened them: "What?"
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips: "Are you awake?"
The author has something to say: Yang Jie: Mrs. Song never said that.
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