Song Xuanhe looked down at Xiao Huang who was beside the stool, and Xiao Huang also tilted his head to look at him curiously.
One person and one dog looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and Song Xuanhe asked, "Do you know me?"
Xiao Huang turned his head from one side to the other, his dark eyes were watery.
Song Xuanhe raised his head and said to Xiao Yuanmu: "It doesn't know me, you are wrong."
Xiao Yuanmu rested his chin with one hand, and after seeing Song Xuanhe finished speaking, he ate noodles quietly. He didn't give his eyes to the little fat dog who started to bark again. Voice: "Can I ask you a question?"
Song Xuanhe just finished eating the last mouthful of noodles and was wiping his mouth at this time. After hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he raised his head to look at Xiao Yuanmu with a slightly vigilant expression.
Xiao Yuanmu was amused by his expression, but the corners of his mouth were only raised for a moment and then pressed down. His hand resting on his chin was naturally placed on the table, his five fingers were slightly curled up, only his index finger was raised a little indistinctly. When it knocked on the table and made an inaudible sound, Xiao Yuanmu said: "The time when Xiao Shenglin had an accident, why did you seem to have a premonition?"
Song Xuanhe tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and his expression was calm but a bit dazed: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
"Just curious." The corners of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth curled up slightly, but no smile could be seen in his dark eyes, "I don't know why, but I feel that you seem to be able to predict things that will happen in the future."
"How is it possible?" Song Xuanhe sneered, with disbelief and ridicule in his eyes: "Have you watched too many TV series? Foretelling the future... I should say that you have been watching too many fairy tales lately?"
Song Xuan and every subtle expression fell into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. He lowered his eyes to suppress the dark light in his eyes, and his tone couldn't tell the emotion: "I also hope that I think too much."
"Of course you think too much."
Song Xuanhe tightened his grip on the napkin, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, he said: "Maybe there are too many things in the Xiao family, which puts you under pressure, so you have some hallucinations or do some strange things." Dream."
"you know me well."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, his tone was somewhat unclear.
For some reason, Song Xuan and Mo Ming wanted to avoid Xiao Yuanmu's sight, but he knew how sensitive Xiao Yuanmu was, and at this time, once he made any expressions related to guilty conscience, he might be aware of something.
So Song Xuanhe didn't dodge or evade, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu: "I seem to know you better than I imagined."
Xiao Yuanmu: "Before, I always thought that your eyes were always lying."
Song Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat, but he still calmly waited for Xiao Yuanmu's next words.
But Xiao Yuanmu didn't say anything, he just got up and said: "It's very late, get ready to rest."
The corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched, and finally resisted the urge to ask Xiao Yuanmu what he meant just now, pretending to follow behind Xiao Yuanmu as if nothing had happened, but a little bit of uneasiness in his heart increase.
This uneasiness ceased instantly after walking into a room that looked like the master bedroom.
"I sleep here?" Song Xuanhe stood at the door without moving.
Xiao Yuanmu turned around and nodded lightly.
Song Xuanhe: "What about you?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "There is only one bed in my house."
The meaning is very obvious.
Song Xuanhe sneered: "Then you let me live in your house?"
"Under normal circumstances, couples living in the same house will sleep in the same bed." Xiao Yuanmu said: "You should know this when you acquiesce that we should follow the normal couple's way of getting along."
"My default is that we have broken up."
"Then why did you come to the apartment of the ex-boyfriend you broke up with?"
Song Xuanhe folded his arms and said in a tone that had no room for change: "I will sleep on the sofa, and you will sleep in your own room."
"The sofa is Xiao Huang's place." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "If you want to sleep with it, I have no objection."
Song Xuan and Bai He went back to the living room at a glance, and sure enough, they saw Xiao Huang who was lying quietly on the sofa. He was very excited to see him coming, so he stood up directly on the sofa and jumped several times to welcome him.
Song Xuanhe and Xiao Huang looked at each other for a long time, and finally they could only turn around and go back to Xiao Yuanmu's room.
After taking a shower, Xiao Yuanmu was only wearing a pair of pajama pants and was wiping his hair. When he saw Song Xuanhe coming in, he didn't even change his expression. It seemed that he knew this was the result.
"New towels and toothbrushes are in the bathroom, and there are also new pajamas, so you can use them."
Song Xuanhe nodded, turned around and went into the bathroom.
Song Xuanhe seldom thinks about things that have already been decided. Since he decided to sleep in the same bed with Xiao Yuanmu for the whole night, he will not hold back anymore.
The bathroom in Xiao Yuanmu's room is very large. In the center of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows is a new jacuzzi. On the shelf next to it are newspapers, books and tablets. Song Xuanhe glanced at it, secretly said a word about workaholics, and then changed his clothes. In the shower, took a quick shower.
After taking a shower, he saw the folded pajamas on the shelf. Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu hadn't worn them, but when he put them on, he found that they were in his size, and his buttoned hands paused.
Even the style and material are his favorite.
[Did Xiao Yuanmu notice something?]
Just when Song Xuanhe finished buttoning the last button, the system said in his mind: [Did he already doubt you by asking you those words?]
Song Xuanhe looked at himself in the mirror, whose cheeks were a little pink due to the water vapor, picked up the hair dryer and said lightly while blowing his hair: [What do you notice?]
[I have the ability to predict? Or do I have a system?]
The system said seriously: [According to the data, it can be concluded that the possibility of Xiao Yuanmu knowing that you have a system is almost zero, because there is no such material in the knowledge he has acquired.]
[Then what are you worried about?]
The system fell silent, and when Song Xuanhe raised his legs to walk out, he said: [I noticed that you and Xiao Yuanmu have more and more influence on each other. In addition to mood swings, there are many hidden data. I Worrying that you will change your decision because of it.]
[What decision?]Song Xuanhe came to a sudden after asking, and the corner of his mouth slightly pursed: [My decision is not so easy to change, and don't you want me to stay in this world? If I change my mind, you should be happy.]
[I am the system.]The system emphasized its own identity again, and said: [I can't feel your human emotions, it's just that my data comprehensively compares your situation in the two worlds and tells me that it is better for you to stay in this world than to return to your own. The world is more favorable.]
[What is beneficial?]
System: [This involves a lot of data. I can't tell you some data directly. You may not understand it after hearing it, but there is a set of data that I can tell you. After you stay in this world, your emotional value in the future life will be higher than yours. After returning to his own world, the emotional value of his future life will be 36.76% higher.]
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised: [It seems that I can live happier if I keep this world.]
[you can say it this way.]
However, Song Xuanhe's expression turned cold, [Mood value is calculated by your system, whether you are happy or not, only I can judge.]
Song Xuanhe ignored the system and opened the bathroom door.
The moment the door was opened, the system asked: [Can you really judge whether you will be happy?]
Song Xuanhe paused, and under Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, he walked to the other side of the bed and sat down calmly.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu looking this way, Song Xuanhe lifted a corner of the quilt, got in and said, "I'm asleep, good night."
Xiao Songxuan pulled the quilt to his ears, only showing the fluffy top of his head that had just been blown dry.
Xiao Yuanmu stared at his head for a few seconds, put down the book in his hand, turned off the light and threw off the quilt and fell asleep.
The moonlight effortlessly passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, sprinkled on the floor of the large but empty room, and enveloped the two sleeping on each side of the bed under the soft light.
Xiao Yuanmu stretched out his hand, tore off Song Xuanhe's quilt, and dragged him into his arms when he turned his head.
Song Xuanhe kicked him with a fierce tone: "What are you doing? Let go."
Xiao Yuanmu raised one leg to hold the leg he was about to kick, put his hands around his waist, and looked at him with his forehead: "You are not happy to sleep with me?"
"I'm not happy that you're holding me." Song Xuanhe struggled a bit. After coming to this world, he didn't exercise much and couldn't earn Xiao Yuanmu at all, so he could only stare at him: "Let go."
"Then why are you upset coming out of the bathroom?"
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was deep and deep, which was transitioned by the lingering moonlight, giving Song Xuanhe the illusion that his voice was very gentle.
When sleeping on a strange bed, Song Xuanhe always felt that any sleeping position was very awkward, but now he found that Xiao Yuanmu's arms were unexpectedly comfortable. Since this was the case, Song Xuanhe didn't bother to move any more, just in this position She closed her eyes and said, "I'm not unhappy."
"You know me very well." Xiao Yuanmu whispered in his ear, "Just like I know you."
Song Xuan and his eyelashes trembled, and then said: "I don't know you as well as you think."
"But I know you better than you think."
"Really?" Song Xuanhe became interested, changed his posture and lay face to face with Xiao Yuanmu, and jokingly said, "Tell me, what am I thinking now?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked into his clear eyes, the moonlight seemed to bring countless stars, all of which were contained in his smiling eyes, between the stars was his figure, clear and real, fascinating.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu just looking at him without speaking, Song Xuan and Wan Yan asked, "Can't guess?"
"Since you can't guess it, don't say it... Mmm."
Xiao Yuanmu's kiss came without warning, he only lightly stayed on the corner of Song Xuanhe's mouth for a second, and then kissed his eyes upwards.
The warm touch sticks to the thin eyelids, Song Xuanhe clenches his fists and raises his hands, and before he comes, he remembers feeling deeper, feeling that the warmth has left.
Xiao Yuanmu's hand wrapped around his clenched fist, and a low laugh came: "I guess you want to hit me now."
Song Xuanhe suddenly opened his eyes, met Xiao Yuanmu's smiling eyes, pulled out his hand, and said expressionlessly: "You guessed wrong, I just have an itchy fist."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't expose him, but kissed the corners of his eyes again, his eyes fell on the black eyes, and he whispered: "Sleep, good night."
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's extraordinarily gentle expression under the moonlight, pursed the corners of his mouth and turned his back to him, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.
When Song Xuanhe woke up the next day, Xiao Yuanmu was no longer in the apartment.
There was a note beside the bed, which was written in Xiao Yuanmu's handwriting: breakfast is on the table, please call me if you need anything, or you can come to the company to find me.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, put down the note, yawned and went into the bathroom, and felt a little more awake after washing up. There were pan-fried buns, porridge and orange juice on the dining table. Song Xuanhe warmed it up and ate something, packed up his things and went out.
Back at the hotel where he stayed in City Y for a few days, Song Xuanhe found out that he couldn't open the door of his room when he swiped his key card.
Song Xuanhe went back downstairs to inquire. Before he could open his mouth, he saw the room manager rushing over and apologized to him immediately: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Song, our staff originally arranged to deliver your luggage to you at ten o'clock. Apartment, but because the bellman who woke up accidentally dropped your suitcase while packing, it took us a while to clean up, so we are leaving now."
Song Xuanhe frowned, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
However, before he asked, the manager continued: "This is all the responsibility of our hotel. We will do our best to compensate you for your loss. To express our apology, we will compensate you for 30 days worldwide without a deadline. If you have any other requirements, please let us know.”
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Who is your boss?"
Even though the manager was puzzled, he still replied, "Mr. Louis Brown."
Song Xuanhe tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said with a smirk: "Tell your boss, you don't need to compensate me for the house voucher, just lend me his apartment for a few days."
The manager was taken aback, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Song Xuanhe had already left without looking back.
On the other hand, on a rare relaxing morning, Louis, who was chatting with Yang Jie, suddenly received a call from the manager of the family's hotel.
Remembering that Xiao Yuanmu rarely asked him to help with something in the morning, Louis interrupted the chat with Yang Jie, and entered Xiao Yuanmu's office excitedly.
"If Yang Jie is here." Xiao Yuanmu said without raising his head, "He will let you knock on the door."
Louis shrugged and said, "He's not here, and you told me what he was going to say."
Xiao Yuanmu put down the things in his hand, raised his head and said, "What's the matter?"
"I think Song is already up."
Louis picked up the red wine he had been watching for a long time and opened it, then poured himself a glass of red wine, walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip and said, "Don't you need to call him?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes fell on the red wine he was going to give to Song Xuanhe but was opened by Louis at this time, thinking of his help in the morning, his voice lowered a few degrees: "Say something quickly."
"The manager of the hotel called me. I think Song went to the hotel to find him."
"Then."
"Then?" Louis stopped drinking, coughed a few seconds later, and said, "Then I'll come to you right away..."
Before Xiao Yuanmu got up, Louis quickly called the hotel manager back and turned on the loudspeaker.
A strange male voice came: "Mr. Brown."
Louis raised his eyebrows at Xiao Yuanmu, and said to the other end of the phone, "It's me, what's the matter?"
"You asked me to check out Mr. Song today and send the luggage to the apartment in Central Park. We were delayed a little due to some mistakes, and it has been delivered now. It's just that Mr. Song came to the hotel just now."
"Oh?" Louis picked up the phone, walked towards Xiao Yuanmu, and said, "What did he say?"
"He rejected our offer of compensation."
This was within Louis' expectations, and Xiao Yuanmu was not surprised, so neither of them found it strange. Louis said, "Did he make a request?"
"Yes, Mr. Brown." The hotel manager said: "Mr. Song said that I hope you will lend him your apartment for a few days as compensation."
Louis: ...
Louis took a step back, said something to the phone, and hung up the phone when he knew it, and he didn't say until he was three meters away from Xiao Yuanmu: "Song may not like your apartment very much, as I said before, you The apartment is too big and doesn’t have the slightest breath of life, and I can’t see the owner’s taste. He may have recognized my taste after meeting me yesterday. Designers, you know, sometimes in their opinion, suitable Taste probably matters more than a lot of things."
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "For example, what kind of things?"
Louis took a few steps back again: "Love?"
After speaking, before Xiao Yuanmu looked over, Louis quickly left the office.
Xiao Yuanmu returned to his seat, and just picked up the phone, the ringtone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but Xiao Yuanmu knew that it was Song Xuanhe's number in the United States.
Song Xuanhe went back to Central Park and wanted to take out his luggage, only to realize that he didn't have the card of Xiao Yuanmu's apartment, so he could only make a phone call. A German hound sniffed around, and when it came to Song Xuanhe, it barked vigorously.
"Woof!" He looked fierce.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, thought to himself that he really hates all creatures that like to bark, and then looked away.
At this moment, Xiao Yuanmu's voice came: "Where are you?"
Song Xuanhe was brought back to his thoughts by Xiao Yuanmu's voice, and said: "In the park downstairs of your house, a dog is barking at me. I suspect it's because I smell like Xiaopang."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I've been very busy recently, and I haven't taken a walk with Xiao Huang. If you have time now, can you take him for a walk in the park? He hasn't come out for a long time. pass."
"I don't have time now." Song Xuanhe refused, and then said: "I called you to ask you why you returned my room without my consent."
Xiao Yuanmu's tone showed a trace of surprise: "Your room was refunded?"
Song Xuanhe: "Do you think I will believe that you don't know about this?"
"I just found out." Xiao Yuanmu said, "Louis came in five minutes ago and told me."
"Oh?" Song Xuanhe said in a curious tone with no expression on his face: "He is your friend and partner, but he only met me once, so why did he check out my room for me? I'm curious .”
Xiao Yuanmu said: "You can come to the company and ask him, he is in the company now."
Song Xuanhe: "No need."
"Then take Xiao Huang for a walk." Xiao Yuanmu's tone was a little lighter, as if he felt a little guilty: "During this time, there are too many things between the company and the Xiao family, and it hasn't been out to play for more than a month."
"I've never walked a dog before." Song Xuanhe said, "Maybe I lost it in the blink of an eye."
Hearing Song Xuanhe's tone softened a bit, a smile flashed across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and he said, "It's very obedient and likes you very much, so it won't lose you."
Song Xuanhe made the last struggle: "I will not be responsible if I lose it."
"I'll greet the people downstairs. You can go in directly. Xiao Huang's rope is on the low shelf in the entrance. If you can't find it, tell Xiao Huang to go out and play, and he will find it by himself."
Song Xuanhe stood up, "Understood."
After Xiao Yuanmu said hello, Song Xuanhe quickly went upstairs with the help of the doorman. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiao Huang enthusiastically pounced on him, jumping around him, wanting him to touch him.
Thinking of what Xiao Yuanmu said just now, Song Xuanhe was very skeptical that the stupid dog with a low IQ in front of him could find a dog leash, so he knelt down and said, "Now you can have extra meals, but you have to find it yourself. Dog food."
Xiao Huang rolled around on the ground, and when it twisted to Song Xuanhe's side, it arched him hard, hoping that he would touch its belly.
Song Xuanhe rubbed it in disgust, and continued: "You can eat as much as you want now, and I will take you for a walk after eating, as long as you can find something to eat."
Xiao Huang jumped up in an instant, ran to the porch, took out the dog leash, and wagged his tail vigorously at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, it seems that this silly dog can only understand and go out to play.
However, the second Song Xuanhe took the rope, Xiao Huang turned around and ran towards the kitchen, purposefully arching the chairs in the dining room to the edge of the cabinet, hopping on the chair with his short legs, and flopping a few times After that, he stood on the chair, bit open a drawer, and took out a pack of dog food from it. After letting the dog food fall on the ground, he still knew how to close the drawer, and then jumped off the chair.
Song Xuanhe was dumbfounded. When Xiao Huang finished his dog food and came over with his exclusive dog food bowl, he was still thinking whether he had seen too few dogs since he was a child, or whether the fatter the dog, the smarter it was. .
Xiao Huang yelled at him, and ran inside again wagging his tail. Song Xuanhe stood there to see what it could get out of its mouth, but it stopped halfway and kept yelling at him.
After Xiao Huang ran back and called a few times, Song Xuanhe barely understood what it meant, and followed it through the living room and into the room next to the master bedroom.
Song Xuanhe knew that this was Xiao Yuanmu's study, and stopped going in after standing at the door, but Xiao Huang yelled happily at Xiao Yuanmu's desk, as if something very tempting was tempting it .
"Wow!"
Xiao Huang ran over and began to wag his tail at Song Xuanhe again, turning around to look in the direction of the desk while wagging, his black eyes full of anticipation.
"I don't think Xiao Yuanmu would put your snacks in the study." Song Xuan said softly, "Let's go for a walk."
Xiao Huang didn't understand, but just looked at him helplessly, and when he saw that he was unmoved, he ran to the desk and yelled at the desk cabinet, looking at him while yelling.
Song Xuanhe had no choice but to walk in, looked away after seeing the documents on the table, and opened the cabinet that Xiao Huang had been pawing with his claws but couldn't open without looking sideways.
— There are several individual small packages inside, all in English, which seem to be chicken sticks and beef jerky, all for pets.
Xiao Huang became excited in an instant, whimpered and acted like a baby, and asked Song Xuanhe to open it up and give it to him to eat.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, took a piece of beef jerky and opened it to feed it, and then planned to close the drawer, but when his eyes glanced at the familiar kraft paper cover under the snack bag, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.
If he read it correctly, this should be the sketchbook that he put in his study and then disappeared inexplicably. In addition to some design drafts, there are many portraits of Xiao Yuanmu.
It's just, how could his disappearing sketchbook be here with Xiao Yuanmu.