In the blink of an eye, he met a pair of dark and clear eyes, Song Xuanhe's expression turned cold, his eyes wandered for a moment, thinking that what he just said might have been heard by Xiao Yuanmu, his ears turned red a little , but the face is still as if nothing had happened.
He nodded lightly, as if he was not surprised by his sudden appearance at all, and his tone was extremely calm: "You are back."
Xiao Yuan Mu Dingding looked at him, his eyes filled with indistinguishable emotions, tumbling hotly, Song Xuan and Tongren shook, wanting to look away.
A second before he looked away, Xiao Yuanmu took a step forward, hugged him tightly, pressed his chin against his shoulder blades, and then pressed his soft and cold lips against his neck. With a rough hoarseness: "I'm back."
I don't know why, Xiao Yuanmu at this time gave him an illusion of fragility and enthusiasm, but even though he knew that it was most likely just an illusion, Song Xuanhe slowly raised his hand and landed on his head, rubbing it gently He nodded, and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."
Xiao Yuanmu hugged Song Xuanhe quietly, feeling the warmth of his body, remembering the nightmare that made him unable to close his eyes three nights ago, he couldn't help but hug him tighter.
"Yuanmu..."
Mrs. Xiao stood aside, this was the first time she saw her eldest son showing such a dependent and soft look and posture, she even forgot to panic, and fell into a surprised and sour emotion instead.
Her feelings for Xiao Yuanmu are actually a bit complicated. In the first few years of Xiao Yuanmu's disappearance, she was looking for him almost crazily, even though she knew very well in her heart that she was maliciously taken away from the Xiao family by someone hiding in the dark. The possibility of her son surviving is extremely slim, but she never gave up for a second.
Later, Xiao Lin adopted another child in order to appease her. That child was well-behaved and didn't talk much, but she knew it wasn't her child, and she couldn't accept that another child took over her missing son. everything of. So from the moment that child appeared at home, she rejected that child very much.
The servants were very good at winking, and the child gradually stopped appearing in front of her, but the absence of the child could not make her stop thinking about her missing son.
All this did not end until she became pregnant with Xiao Bocong.
Having a little life again, beating with her heart in her body, experienced ten months together, and then fell to the ground crying, she has more experience than when she was a mother for the first time, and also Because of the disappearance of the first child, she paid more attention to the second child, and hardly dared to let Xiao Bocong out of her sight.
Later, Xiao Bocong grew up slowly, and she devoted all her efforts and affection to him, so that she had no time to think about whether the missing eldest son was still alive, and if he was alive, what kind of difficult and difficult life he would lead. She didn't dare to imagine everything.
Later, she forcibly cleaned up all traces of the eldest son in this house, from the photo album and video after his birth to those small toys, she ordered people to put them all into the storage room, and the traces of the eldest son's existence slowly disappeared. Slowly disappearing, the youngest son also grew up little by little, and she gradually began to believe that she actually only had a little angel raised by a baby in front of her.
She took good care of Xiao Bocong, watched him grow from a little boy to a tall boy, but he was still as warm and filial as ever, which made her feel pained in her heart. She often thought that she would give everything the best in the world to him. He, even if he doesn't want to inherit the Xiao family, she will help him with the current public opinion and pressure, so that he can spend his life freely and happily.
Only occasionally, she would look at her younger son in a trance, imagining what the eldest son looked like at this time, whether he was as good as the younger son, and whether he could also live comfortably.
However, even if this kind of thought only appeared for a moment, she would get rid of it in an instant. She forced herself to forget all the memories that might make her painful. She only hoped that the family of three could be as harmonious and happy as ordinary people.
But all of this was broken after seeing the young man whose face was extremely similar to that of his younger brother who died young, but whose eyes were almost identical to those of his younger son.
Almost no need for any authoritative organization's identification, she knew that it was her child, and it was the brother who loved to hug Xiao Lin before he passed away and said with a smile that his nephew was like an uncle, and he would definitely like him like his big brother in the future son.
Her eldest son was indeed very similar to her younger brother.
It reminded her almost instantly of the memory she deliberately buried, and reminded her of the scene where her younger brother apologized to her, to Xiao Lin, and to the missing Xiao Yuanmu before his death. The disappearance was on him, because he was the one who was going to take Xiao Yuanmu to the garden to play, and when he went upstairs to get things, Xiao Yuanmu was taken away by the servant he casually called to take care of him.
That incident was not only between her younger brother, but also between her and Xiao Lin. As Xiao Yuanmu's parents, even if they knew in their hearts that this matter could not be blamed on their younger brother, no one would know what happened to the servants of the Xiao family. There will be people with ulterior motives mixed in, but the missing son makes it difficult for them to smile at their younger brother.
Her younger brother passed away with guilt, and she wanted to find her eldest son even more, thinking like crazy, that was the darkest time she had ever spent.
—It wasn't until Xiao Bocong was born that the darkness was dispelled.
She was really happy that Xiao Yuanmu could be found back. This was not only her long-cherished wish, but also her brother's long-cherished wish.
But Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were too cold.
He is not like the child in her imagination, even if she tried her best to get in touch with him, even if she tried her best to get close to them, even if she gave him everything she thought she could make up for, but he There is still no temperature in the fundus of the eyes.
This is a child who can't be overwhelmed and has great ambitions.
After learning that Xiao Yuanmu had mercilessly eliminated the people she had trained for Xiao Bocong in several large companies in the Xiao family over the years, Mrs. Xiao came to such a conclusion.
She saw the confident and warm smile on the youngest son's face gradually diminished, she saw that he had to take care of his studies while staying up all night dealing with countless things in the company, she saw that he lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were darkened. When she asked her with a frustrated face, "Mom, am I really not as good as my brother?", I even felt a little bit of dissatisfaction with the vigorous and resolute eldest son in my heart.
He owns RE, and everyone knows that his business talent is extremely high. He has already emerged and gained a place in this circle. Even Xiao Lin and most of the Xiao family have secretly moved the heir's balance to him. many.
Why does he have so many things, why can't he let Cong Cong be better, why can't he be nice to his younger brother, so that she can rest assured that even if she and Xiao Lin are not around in the future, Xiao Yuanmu, who has taken over the Xiao family, will be able to Respect and support each other with brother Xiao Bocong.
So she found Song Xuanhe, hoping that Song Xuanhe could persuade Xiao Yuanmu and give her an answer that reassures her.
In fact, before Song Xuanhe said those words, she never thought there was anything wrong with what she thought. She is a mother who loves her two sons. What is wrong with hoping that they can live in harmony and help each other? Even though Xiao Bocong was trying his best to fight for the right of inheritance before, he has given up now. Why is Xiao Yuanmu still not indifferent to him, and even occasionally he can be seen to be very indifferent to him.
That was his younger brother. They were the closest brothers in the world except their parents. How could she allow their cold relationship to continue
But Song Xuanhe's words woke her up like a slap in the face.
Xiao Bocong was wronged when he gave up his inheritance rights, so Xiao Yuanmu was not wronged after suffering outside for more than 20 years? Xiao Bocong is the son of her and Xiao Lin who can fight and give up in an open and honest manner, and Xiao Yuanmu is also their son, why does she think it is Xiao Bocong's concession when he won the inheritance of the Xiao family
Compared with Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Bocong already has too much, why does she think Xiao Yuanmu is ambitious
After seeing the anger and distress in Song Xuanhe's eyes, and seeing Xiao Yuanmu hugging Song Xuanhe's completely trusting and fragile appearance, she suddenly realized how ridiculous and outrageously wrong her words were.
From the bottom of her heart, she was more inclined to the younger son. Why did she ask the elder son to rely on her like the younger son? She didn't have anything worthy of his trust.
Now, after hearing what she said just now, the eldest son may not even be willing to give her the most basic trust and intimacy.
But, can she give up the eldest son she finally got back? Can she just watch him treat her in the strangest way
She can't! She had to find a way to explain it!
"Yuanmu..."
Mrs. Xiao stretched out her hand, grabbed Xiao Yuanmuhuan's arm around Song Xuanhe's waist, and moved his head away from Song Xuanhe's neck, looking at her.
"Mom didn't mean anything else when she said those words. Mom just wanted to talk to Mr. Song. I didn't know how to get there. Mom just wanted you to get along well with your brother..."
Under the gaze of this pair of calm and clear eyes, Mrs. Xiao's voice gradually weakened.
"I know, mother." Xiao Yuanmu's chin left Song Xuanhe's shoulder, but his hands were still tightly around his waist, and he said to his mother in an extremely dependent and possessive posture: "I know what you want to say. You don't need to apologize. I won't misunderstand you because of it. It's just that I still have something to do. Can I visit you another day?"
Xiao Yuanmu spoke to her in the same tone as usual, making Madam Xiao wonder whether Xiao Yuanmu really didn't mind what she said just now, or whether she didn't really take her into his heart from the beginning to the end, so he didn't care .
But she couldn't see the answer to her question from the calm eyes of her elder son.
When getting along with them, even the Xiao Yuanmu she had seen when getting along with anyone was like this, calm and indifferent, never able to see any emotion from his eyes.
Except for the young man he is holding in front of him, it seems that only this young man is the existence that can make him alive in this world.
A trace of something flickered in Madam Xiao's eyes, and she said softly: "Okay, mom is going back first, I can't contact you these few days, your father and I are very worried about you, can you come to us when you are finished?"
Xiao Yuanmu said hello, and Mrs. Xiao left gently.
The second after the sound of closing the door sounded, Xiao Yuanmu found Song Xuanhe's lips, and his cold but soft lips covered his warm lips, with an impatient, intense and powerful aura that made it irresistible .
Song Xuanhe didn't want to resist either, he responded fiercely to Xiao Yuanmu's kiss, and gently caressed his back with his hand, as if comforting or teasing, Xiao Yuanmu paused when he attacked the city, and then he didn't care Regardless.
The temperature in the room gradually increased, and before they knew it, the two of them had already entered the room from the living room, and then fell on the bed from the door. At this time, Song Xuanhe's shirt had been thrown somewhere, and Xiao Yuan's white chest was Mu's evil hand, the belt had already been untied, revealing the pants inside.
Xiao Yuanmu's situation was similar, his coat had long since disappeared, and the T-shirt inside had been torn by Song Xuanhe long ago, and now a few pieces were hanging on his body, and Song Xuanhe's hands were untying his belt.
The two hugged eagerly, except for the conversation when they entered the door, they didn't say a word, but for the first time, they knew what the other party wanted to express and what they wanted.
Everything becomes more logical...