A thunderclap awakened Song Xuanhe from his dream.
He stared at the dense dark clouds outside the window in bewilderment, yawned heavily, and then sat up on the bed. He looked at the time, it was eleven o'clock in the morning, but the black clouds that were suppressing outside and the sudden thunderstorm accompanied by lightning The rain made him feel in a trance that he didn't know what evening it was.
Sitting quietly on the bed and recovering his mind, he slowly climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower, and after washing away the smell of alcohol, he felt much refreshed.
Actually, he didn't drink much yesterday. According to his original drinking capacity, there was no problem at all, but he didn't expect that the original owner's drinking capacity was so poor. After a few glasses of white wine, his head became dizzy.
It seems that we should drink less outside in the future, Song Xuanhe clicked his tongue regretfully, wiped his hair and went downstairs.
Walking into the living room, he found that Xiao Yuanmu, who was usually either reading in the room or not knowing what to do, was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, before he had time to speak, he glanced across the TV screen inadvertently Pause.
"—Although this photo is blurry, we can see that Liu Yinghou is drinking with a man. The gestures of the two are very ambiguous, which is probably the gesture of handing glasses for marriage in ancient times. There are also rumors that this Mr. S is not It was the first time to visit Liu Xu late at night, and they also went to a hotel together."
There were two fuzzy photos of the hotel name coded on the TV. Song Xuanhe took a closer look. It was the time when he broke through the catkins and had a room with Song Guochao. Unexpectedly, this Yuji ignored Song Guochao and took a picture of him patrolling the front desk. The photo, and a photo of Liu Xu walking into the elevator with a mask on, just put them together.
Song Xuanhe is not very angry, but a little funny and looking forward to it. It's funny because he found that no matter which world he is in, reading pictures and telling stories is one of the survival skills that entertainment media practitioners must master. Looking forward is that he can't wait to know Song Guochao. What is your expression when you see this news.
Probably, Song Guochao was already scolding him at this time.
With a gloating smile in his eyes, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He heard the sound of splashing rain outside the window, put his legs on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and was about to play games with his mobile phone when he saw Xiao Yuan Mu stood up.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and collided with Xiao Yuanmu's eyes in the air, and shrank back subconsciously, feeling that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were more violent than outside.
However, Xiao Yuanmu just glanced at him, then turned and left without stopping.
Song Xuanhe was a little baffled, thought for a while with his mobile phone, and found that the boss's thoughts were really beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore, left and right were just plastic actors' feelings, and in the future it would be chasing and being chased The relationship between killing and killing can't be changed after guessing it, so there is no need to waste brain cells.
Downstairs Song Xuanhe played games carelessly, while upstairs Xiao Yuanmu took three cold showers to suppress the hostility in his heart.
Xiao Yuanmu stood by the bed, looking at the dark sky outside the window, felt that the dullness and gloom that had just dissipated seemed to deepen a bit, his eyes were heavy, and he suddenly wanted to smoke, but his body didn't move a bit, he just stood upright. Stand with a straight back.
He knew something was different.
He has no doubt that at first he was absolutely impatient and disgusted with Song Xuanhe, but now, he is not sure what he thinks about Song Xuanhe.
I don't like it, and I don't hate it anymore, but it's also difficult to get along with ordinary people who don't care. The present Song Xuanhe, to him, is a complex existence that is difficult to describe with a single word.
There is a strange, elusive, and even something that should not appear at all, appearing in his heart without the slightest warning, like light breaking through the fog, or like a mirage that lures tourists to the bottom of the valley, it is hard to tell Bad, but like silk, entangled with each other, making him unable to break free.
This kind of emotion came unexpectedly and inexplicably, without any warning, he was a little overwhelmed but didn't reject it, on the contrary, he was a little curious about the reason of this emotion, and also curious about how this emotion would develop.
Since you can't break free, just wait and see.
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After Song Xuanhe played a game, he looked up and found that it was past twelve o'clock, his stomach growled at the right time, and his hunger became more and more serious with each call, which made him suddenly emboldened, and decided to go upstairs to call Xiao Yuan Mu cooks.
Anyway, he will offend him in the future, so let's enjoy the food first. In a sense, he has earned a little bit.
Standing at the door of Xiao Yuanmu's room, just raised his hand, before he could knock on the door, the door was pulled open, Xiao Yuanmu looked down at him, and said lightly: "Hungry?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, then took a step back, hugged his chest and said, "Why don't you cook at this time."
"What to eat?"
Song Xuanhe wanted to eat anything at this time, but considering the ingredients in the refrigerator, he still didn't make things difficult for Xiao Yuanmu, and said directly: "Chicken, Zuo Zongtang's chicken."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "OK."
Song Xuanhe was really hungry. He found something to fill his stomach in the kitchen and ate some, but he didn't dare to eat more. Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills were worth waiting for.
Xiao Yuanmu cooked quickly, and within half an hour, the three dishes were already on the table, while Song Xuanhe was already sitting at the table and waiting eagerly.
Even though Song Xuanhe was hungry, he ate slowly, chewing the food bit by bit, carefully feeling the taste of the food.
When he was about to finish eating, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly said: "The day you knocked over the table, the boiled fish was not on the table. I put it in the refrigerator afterwards."
Song Xuan and Jiacai's movements froze, and then they added a piece of chicken into their mouths very naturally, and after swallowing, they raised their eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu, with a blank expression: "Really?"
"Yes."
Song Xuanhe blinked, frowned as if thinking, and said, "I don't remember whether there is boiled fish on the table."
Xiao Yuanmu had no expression on his face, and his tone was neutral: "The next morning, the boiled fish in the refrigerator disappeared."
"There is such a thing?" Song Xuanhe looked surprised, and innocently said: "Maybe the aunt who cleaned it in the morning fell down."
"The bowl with the boiled fish is gone too."
"Maybe it was taken away by my aunt?" Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, "Maybe she took it and ate it herself."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, "Really?"
"It's possible." Song Xuanhe clicked his tongue seriously, and said, "I guess it looked good, so I took it and ate it myself."
Xiao Yuanmu put down his chopsticks, said no more, and returned to his usual aloofness.
Song Xuanhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thanking himself for being witty and throwing the pot away in time. If Xiao Yuanmu knew that he got up in the middle of the night and ate the bowl of boiled fish fillets, and because he didn't know how to wash dishes, he would throw the bowl away and destroy the corpse Mieji, then how can he be convincing when he plays the arrogant and domineering second-generation ancestor in the future
Unexpectedly calm Monday, 5:30 p.m.
Song Xuanhe waited outside the door of the venture capital department, and people came out one after another, and they were not surprised to see him, they all greeted him with smiles, and their tone was no longer as stiff as before .
Not long after, Xiao Yuanmu came over and said calmly when he saw him, "Let's go."
Just as the two were about to leave, they heard a person yelling anxiously: "Mr. Song! Xiao Xiao!"
Song Xuanhe turned his face and saw the impatience flashing in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, but he still asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's like this." The man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said: "Today is the day for our venture capital department to have dinner, Xiao Xiao can't talk about it in the afternoon, but I think, this is also Xiao Xiao. At the first meeting in the company, pushing colleagues directly will inevitably leave an impression that they are not so gregarious, and getting in touch with colleagues more will be good for future work, isn't it? And if Mr. Song is also together, maybe I can encourage everyone and let everyone have a little more passion for the company.”
Even if going to a dinner party is a must, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "I don't know, I'm in the marketing department, and eating with your venture capital department can boost the morale of the employees?"
The man in glasses choked for a moment, but the smile on his face did not change at all, and said, "Since it doesn't boost morale, then Mr. Song can attend as a family member."
After all, no one who can get into the management team is not a good person. With his words, if Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu are really in love, it is hard to refuse no matter what.
However, he and Xiao Yuanmu are not dating, and they cannot refuse.
So Song Xuanhe no longer embarrassed the project manager of the venture capital department, smiled and said: "Since you said so, let's go."
When Song Xuan and the three of them arrived, the private room was already full of people, the barbecue restaurant was filled with smoke, and the meat was sizzling, giving it a different sense of excitement.
Seeing them walk in, most of the people were a little surprised, they got up cleverly to make room, and said, "Mr. Song, Mr. Xiao, Mr. Zhang, you sit here."
Song Xuanhe was not too polite, and took Xiao Yuanmu to sit down at two separate seats. Soon, new bowls and chopsticks came up, and someone even put the freshly baked food into a bowl and handed it to them. .
"No need." Song Xuanhe waved his hand to reject the girl who handed over the plate, raised his chin and pointed to Xiao Yuanmu, "I'll eat his roast."
Everyone's expressions changed slightly, their eyes became ambiguous, and a male colleague smiled and said, "I understand."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently, rolled up his sleeves calmly, took the tongs and scissors for the barbecue, and helped him grill the meat, and put each piece of roast into his bowl. It was cooked to a moderate degree and served with vegetarian dishes.
Seeing this, Song Xuanhe frowned. Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu didn't seem angry? After all, the original book described Xiao Yuanmu's cold face at that time.
However, Xiao Yuanmu usually has no expression on his face, and he is extremely proficient in mastering the invisibility of emotions. It is normal for him not to see changes in his expression, after all, this big boss is very good at patience.
It's just that I hope he can continue to maintain such a good habit of not moving when he is done.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: I just like the way you can't get used to me and can't hit me.
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