Hearing these three words, Song Xuanhe knew that Xiao Yuanmu was just joking, but the overly shocked emotions just now scared away his drowsiness.
Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu on the opposite side with a cold expression, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and was about to hang up the video.
Xiao Yuanmu: "You don't need to investigate Zhou Rong's matter."
Song Xuan paused, his eyes slightly opened.
Xiao Yuanmu: "I'll take care of his affairs, don't get involved."
Song Xuanhe frowned and said, "What did you find?"
"A lot." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "I will tell you when the matter is over."
Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is originally my own business, you should give me a reason for not letting me investigate, at least let me know who is behind the scenes."
"The matter is involved in the Horsman family." Xiao Yuanmu frowned a little, and his tone was a little more serious than before: "If you get involved, it will be dangerous, don't worry about it anymore, be obedient."
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's last two words, Song Xuan and his brows twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched and he didn't reply, but looked away and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"Um."
Yang Jie, who was standing in the corner, was stunned for a moment, his eyes could not see any emotion on Xiao Yuanmu, and he even lingered for a few seconds on the side face where the corners of his mouth were slightly bent than usual, then he looked away and pursed his lips tightly.
Suddenly, he seemed to know why Brother Xiao liked Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe didn't know that there was a second person in Xiao Yuanmu's room, and after hearing his confession, he showed an interested look: "Speaking out will make me happy."
Xiao Yuanmu sat upright, holding the mobile phone in one hand and putting the other on his lap, staring at Song Xuanhe at the other end of the video, and said, "You may not be happy even if I tell you."
"You won't know until you tell." Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, his face that had been cold after being woken up finally eased, and even smiled a little: "And I think things that can make you unhappy, I should sound very happy." Happy."
"Xiao, my mother." Xiao Yuanmu stared at Song Xuanhe with dark eyes, and lowered his clear voice: "She is very interested in you, and she is very disappointed that you didn't come today."
Song Xuanhe paused with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What does this have to do with your unhappiness?"
"I'm worried that she will go to you." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe's pursed lips, and said slowly, "Or, go to Aunt Song and mention the matter between me and you."
"What's going on between me and you." Song Xuanhe was dubious: "Even if you find my mother, you can't say anything."
Xiao Yuanmu raised the corners of his lips, nodded slightly, with a low-pitched smile in his voice: "Maybe."
Song Xuanhe squinted his eyes, and after looking at him for a few moments, he planned to hang up the video, but just as his fingers touched the hangup, his gaze suddenly fixed, and his brows frowned.
"you… "
The screen is tactile and the video is already hung up.
Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe used to make phone calls before, and this was the first video call, so Yang Jie didn't know how neat Song Xuanhe was when he hung up the phone. He hung up Xiao Yuanmu's call without a word, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
From the beginning of following Xiao Yuanmu to the present, no matter whether he was hiding in the imperial capital before or later RE developed and expanded, he has only seen Xiao Yuanmu hang up other people's calls, and this is the first time he has seen others hang up on his phone.
And it hangs so crisply and neatly, without muddling at all.
"Brother Xiao..." Yang Jie carefully glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's face, but he is not Song Xuanhe. It should be said that except for Song Xuanhe, almost no one can tell whether Xiao Yuanmu is happy or angry, so look For a few seconds, he didn't know how Xiao Yuanmu was feeling right now, so he could only comfort him hesitantly according to his own thoughts: "Perhaps Er Shao Song's hand slipped, and he didn't hang up your phone on purpose."
Xiao Yuanmu has long been used to the fact that Song Xuanhe hangs up on his phone as he pleases. He just had a conversation with Song Xuanhe, and his gloomy mood has eased a lot. Smiling, said: "He did it on purpose."
Yang Jie choked, wanting to say something but didn't know what to say, so he could only lick the corner of his mouth and stood there without saying a word.
Xiao Yuanmu got up and handed the phone to Yang Jie for safekeeping, then fastened the tie that had just been torn apart, and said softly, "Go down."
Thinking of Song Xuanhe saying that Xiao Yuanmu was in a bad mood just now, Yang Jie hesitated for a few seconds, but when he saw Xiao Yuanmu raised his leg, he turned around and followed behind him with downcast eyes.
However, before he walked a few steps, Xiao Yuanmu's cell phone rang. It was not the ringtone set by the system, but a very strange sound.
Xiao Yuanmu paused, then turned to look at Yang Jie.
Yang Jie took out his mobile phone, saw the video connection and the name on the screen, raised his head and said to Xiao Yuan, "It's Young Master Song."
As soon as Xiao Yuanmu's pupils lit up, he took Yang Jie's phone and opened the video, and Song Xuanhe's face appeared opposite him again.
"I'm sorry." Song Xuanhe had an innocent expression: "I just slipped my hand just now and accidentally hung up."
Yang Jie: ...
Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and tactfully went back to standing in the corner just now.
The corners of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth were slightly pursed, and he sat down in his original position again, humming in a low voice, waiting for Song Xuanhe to speak.
Of course he would not believe that Song Xuanhe just hung up the phone by hand, and he knew that if there was nothing wrong, Song Xuanhe would never call him again.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't speak for a long time. Instead, as time passed, his brows frowned a little bit, with a trace of fear in his brows.
Xiao Yuanmu curled his fingers on his lap, moved the place, and calmly spoke first: "What's wrong?"
Song Xuanhe carefully observed Xiao Yuanmu's expression, and said in a clear voice, "I want to confirm something, move your phone away so that I can see your upper body."
Xiao Yuanmu paused, something flashed in his eyes, but he still followed his advice.
Song Xuanhe looked down from his tie and landed on the slit on his suit jacket, paused for a moment, then continued to move down, and landed on his hand a few centimeters below the button.
Noticing Song Xuanhe's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu's crossed legs moved, his expression calm and unwavering: "What are you looking at?"
Song Xuanhe asked, "Are you alone in the room?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Yang Jie who was not far away, raised his brows slightly, but did not speak.
Song Xuanhe thought that he was alone, and his already somewhat uneasy expression immediately sank, with a trace of sullenness and worry that he didn't realize: "Do you have a stomachache now?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes trembled, and he tightened his grip on the phone, his expression remained unchanged and he said, "Why do you ask such a question?"
Yang Jie raised his head suddenly, looked at Xiao Yuanmu, opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to think, and finally closed his mouth tightly and continued to listen.
However, the topic brought back by Xiao Yuanmu made Song Xuanhe affirm his guess, and asked again: "So do you have a stomachache now?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was calm: "No."
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe's whole face tensed up, the sun fell on his fair skin, clear and cold: "You probably don't know, every time you have an upset stomach, your voice will be lower than usual, And when I speak, my mouth will be pursed unconsciously, and my hands will be placed near the stomach and abdomen."
The calmness on Xiao Yuanmu's face was broken for the first time, and a trace of daze appeared.
This is the first time that there is a person who can accurately perceive his mood and accurately observe and judge his physical condition. If this person is not Song Xuanhe, or if he found someone who can understand him so well in the previous life, he will definitely He was afraid and guarded, and even tried every means to make that person disappear by his side.
But this person is Song Xuanhe, the current Song Xuanhe.
He is different from others.
Xiao Yuanmu knew very well that Song Xuanhe was different from other people to him, but he couldn't describe the complex emotions brought about by this difference. There were not only joyful and relaxed ones, but also dark and negative ones. Bad, he is willing to accept everything, and is absolutely unwilling to let go.
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Xiao Yuanmu was thinking, only his lowered eyelashes could be seen in the video.
In fact, he himself didn't know why he was so angry when he knew that Xiao Yuanmu was suffering, but it seemed that he was not only angry with Xiao Yuanmu, but also everything else.
This kind of thing made him upset and irritable, and his mood became more irritable. Song Xuanhe's face became colder, and his tone became colder. The accusations were like laser cannons, one after another: "Why don't you go to the hospital when you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you tell me?" Others? Face is so important? More important than body?"
Following Song Xuanhe's voice of questioning, Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was sitting on the sofa, and seeing him drooping his eyes in silence seemed to be acquiescing, Yang Jie was at a loss, he didn't know why he should be shocked by Song Xuanhe's surprise For Xiao Yuanmu being so domineering, he should blame himself as an assistant for not even noticing that the boss was uncomfortable.
"Xiao Yuanmu." Song Xuanhe asked, "You don't care about your body so much?"
Xiao Yuanmu's pupils trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Xuanhe. His pair of pitch-black eyes were bottomless, like a glacier hidden for thousands of years, or like a volcano suppressing its eruption.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of urgency: "Do you like me?"
The irrelevant words made Song Xuanhe's anger vent for a moment, and his eyes were stained with a trace of bewilderment.
Just when he thought he had heard it wrong, Xiao Yuanmu asked again, but with a different word: "Do you love me?"
Song Xuanhe's blankness was written on his face: "What?"
Something flickered in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and his hoarse voice recovered: "It's nothing, it's just that Louis said that people who love each other express their love to each other, but there doesn't seem to be any between us, so I want to ask you."
The corner of Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched, his previous anger was gone after being asked such a nonsensical question.
However, Xiao Yuanmu didn't let him go, and asked again: "Do you love me?"
Song Xuanhe paused, raised his hand to rub his messy hair, and said, "I'm late for the studio, so I'll hang up first."
The screen went black in an instant, and the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's slightly pursed mouth curled up, but fell down again in a flash, forming a light line.
Yang Jie took a step forward and said worriedly: "Brother Xiao, is your stomach really uncomfortable?"
Xiao Yuanmu put the phone in his pocket, got up and walked out the door: "It's nothing."
Not nothing, but nothing.
Yang Jie raised his footsteps, put his hands at his sides together, and finally followed. Because he knew that, except for Song Xuanhe at the other end of the video just now, no one else in this world could persuade the man in front of him.
And at the other end of the video, Song Ershao, who had always been domineering in his impression, just hung up the video in a fleeing gesture because of a question that any man in love could not avoid.
Yang Jie suddenly discovered that this seems to be the reason why one thing falls one thing.