Except for the greeting at the very beginning, Xue Mian did not speak to Song Xuanhe until the end of the banquet.
He has been quietly staying by Master McPhail's side, occasionally smiling gently, and rarely speaking. Even though he has quit the entertainment industry, his handsome appearance and gentle demeanor still attract many people's attention. stay on the body for a few seconds.
It can be seen that Master McPhail also likes him very much. He will always explain a few words to Xue Mian, who can't understand some professional terms, between communicating with other people, and the appreciation in his eyes is undisguised. Everyone in the world knows that Master McPhail is very fond of his collaborators.
Master McFair has always been an independent jewelry designer. He has his own brand of the same name, and rarely cooperates with investors. This time he was able to cooperate with the Xue family, which has surprised many people. See him and the Xue family heir again now The happy appearance made everyone even more surprised.
These masters who have already reached the top of various design fields are not very concerned about whether there is a new heir in the family of a jewelry tycoon, but if it is a junior who is favored by old friends, it will be different.
For a while, most of the designers at the tea party looked at Xue Mian with a much gentler expression.
Song Xuanhe noticed this, but he didn't care. He didn't squeeze into any small table to talk with people, but sat by the window quietly drinking black tea, thoughtful.
This tea party has always been his dream. Even at the beginning of the tea party, several seniors in the fashion design industry had already talked to him about the design ideas and creativity of several outfits for the first show between him and Fengtong. Song Xuanhe must be very happy and cherish the ability to communicate with colleagues about design matters.
But for a few days, he has been absent-minded.
I don't know why, but his heart is always restless, and it's hard to calm down.
For a moment, Xiao Yuanmu's vague words when he chatted with him at noon came to mind, and for a moment he thought of Xiao Lin's meaningful expression after the conversation with Xiao Yuanmu. These things are strung together to form an answer.
"Mr. Song."
Suddenly someone called him in his ear, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, and met an unfamiliar face.
The visitor smiled friendly, raised his finger and pointed to the small table in the middle, and said in a low voice: "I heard that you took a picture of Master McPhail's cufflinks, and now Master McPhail is looking for you."
Song Xuanhe looked in the direction he was pointing at, and indeed he saw Master Mai Feier who was smiling towards this side. Not only that, but there were also acquaintances beside him, besides Xue Mian, there were also Feng Tong, Bai Mo and others. Jiang Deyi.
"Did you wear that cufflink?" The visitor scanned his sleeves and found nothing, then reminded him: "My friend, you attended Master McPhail's tea party because of those cuffs. Not wearing cufflinks, I'm afraid it's not very respectful to the owner."
Knowing that he was a kind reminder, Song Xuanhe thanked him calmly, and then said: "The cufflink is on the person who suits him best, I believe Master McPhail can understand."
The visitor nodded: "Master McPhail has always been gentle and friendly, he will understand you."
Song Xuanhe put down the black tea in his hand, got up and walked towards Master Mai Feier, the closer he got, the more clearly he could see the expressions of those people.
The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he stood still in front of the table: "Master McPhail."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Master McPhail asked him to sit down, and then said with a smile, "I heard that you took pictures of my cufflinks. To tell you the truth, this pair of cufflinks is all I have in my life. It is the most satisfying piece of my work, and I have experienced a lot of struggles when I used it to participate in the auction. Seeing you now, I think it has found a good owner."
Song Xuanhe's eyes are so clear and clear that people can see his sincere love and admiration at a glance: "This pair of cufflinks has always been my favorite among the countless treasures I have photographed. .”
Master McPhail smiled even deeper when he heard this, and said, "Son, can you let me see my pair of cufflinks again?"
Song Xuan and Yu Guang glanced at the worried Feng Tong, the frowning Xue Mian, Jiang Deyi and Bai Mo who couldn't hide their complacency, smiled and shook their heads and said, "I'm afraid not, Master McPhail, that cuff button is not here now. on me."
"I didn't expect Mr. Song to cherish his favorite works so much, but he didn't wear them when he attended his host's tea party." Bai Mo laughed and said, "I think there may be some misunderstanding that made you forget about it. Or maybe it's just that the clothes you're wearing today don't suit cufflinks, but there are some extenuating reasons."
The smile on Master Mai Feier's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear what Bai Mo said, but smiled and asked Song Xuanhe: "Can you tell me the reason, child?"
Song Xuanhe nodded, his eyes slightly bent, as if they were studded with broken diamonds, with a tiny light, he said: "The pair of cufflinks are now on the person I cherish and love the most, and he likes them very much. "
Master Mai Feier fell silent, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and patted Song Xuanhe's arm, saying: "I hope that those who receive the pair of cufflinks can receive my blessing when I designed the pair of cufflinks. "
"What blessing?" Song Xuanhe asked.
"The love that will accompany you forever." Master McPhail laughed, his eyes were full of kindness: "This is also my blessing to you."
Song Xuanhe paused, and for some reason the tip of his nose felt sore, he nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you for your blessing."
Master McFair patted his arm again, his eyes fell on the design draft in his hand, and he said with a smile: "I have noticed your draft paper a long time ago, if you don't mind, can you let me have a look?"
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, and met Feng Tong's surprised eyes. Feng Tong was afraid that Song Xuanhe would refuse, so he silently urged Song Xuanhe to quickly show the design draft to Master Mai Feier.
"sure."
Even if Feng Tong's worries are superfluous, it is impossible for Song Xuanhe to refuse the advice of a master in the design industry.
Master McPhail's eyes lit up when he saw the design draft in his hand, and there was a surprise smile on his face. He thought of something when he was about to speak, and raised his head and said to the rest of the people: "If you gentlemen don't mind, I will I want to chat with Mr. Song alone."
Xue Mian smiled and said, "I happen to want to go over there for a drink, is there anyone going with me?"
Feng Tong came to his senses and quickly said to go with him.
Bai Mo and Jiang Deyi looked at each other, gave Song Xuanhe a cold look, and then left.
In fact, this is an open exchange tea party. Many design works are discussed with a group of people on a table. In fact, there is no need to send anyone away.
So after they left, Song Xuanhe looked at Master McPhail with some doubts.
Master McFair smiled at him, but did not explain, but asked him about the inspiration for this design.
"I have seen the video of your first big show, it is very inspirational and creative, especially your use of color, but this time it seems to be a little different from the previous design, can you tell me something about it?"
Song Xuanhe was brought back to his thoughts and discussed with Master McFair.
This discussion lasted for more than an hour, and when it was over, the two of them were still unfinished. Master McPhail even pulled up some friends who came to talk in the middle, and introduced Song Xuanhe to them. One of them was a veteran of the world A luxury designer, he was very interested in Song Xuanhe's designs, and the two also exchanged contact information.
When the tea party ended, Song Xuanhe benefited a lot.
As the dinner time approached, the guests left one after another, and only a few of Master McPhail's old friends were left by him to have dinner together.
Because of the pleasant conversation just now, Song Xuanhe also received the invitation, but he still tactfully chose to decline.
Hearing his refusal, Xue Mian, who was standing next to Master McFair, was a little surprised. Before, he thought that Song Xuanhe had suddenly set up a fashion design studio just for fun, but after this afternoon, he had changed. his thoughts.
He could see that Song Xuanhe was very talented in this field, and several masters also had a good feeling for him, and Song Xuanhe himself cherished this opportunity very much, so when Master McFair invited him, he almost subconsciously I think Song Xuanhe will definitely agree.
So what if Xiao Yuanmu comes back today, Xue Mian believes that in Song Xuanhe's eyes, he is more important than Xiao Yuanmu most of the time.
But, this time he was wrong again.
Song Xuanhe's answer to Master McFair was: "Because I haven't seen the person wearing your cufflinks for thirty-two hours, and I can't wait to see him."
Hearing his answer, not only Master McPhail laughed, but several other masters also laughed kindly. The eagerness and love of young people always makes people feel beautiful.
So Master McPhail just smiled and said: "I wish you a good night."
After Song Xuan said goodbye to her, she was about to leave, but she was stopped by Xue Mian before she walked out of the garden.
He was a little surprised, but still stopped.
Xue Mian quickly walked a few steps to Song Xuanhe, pointed to the tables and chairs on the other side of the garden, and said, "Let's talk."
"I don't think there is anything between us that needs to sit down and have an in-depth chat." Song Xuanhe refused, "But thank you very much today."
Song Xuanhe knew that Master Mai Feier invited him to dinner on the spur of the moment, probably because of Xue Mian. He knew that he had a good design talent and had a good chat in the afternoon, but he was not conceited that he would be able to let people who don't know see it in one afternoon. How many young masters with aura and talent are favored by masters.
Moreover, Master McPhail did not mention the matter of inviting him to dinner at the end of the chat, but only after talking with Xue Mian.
"You don't need to thank me." Xue Mian said: "Master Mai Fei'er admired you very much, I just mentioned it, not to mention I have my own selfishness."
Song Xuanhe looked at him, neither asked nor spoke.
Xue Mian twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his eyes to other places, and asked, "You like Xiao Yuanmu more than I imagined, but have you ever thought about whether you can really go on?"
"This is our business." Song Xuanhe said lightly.
"Of course." Xue Mian laughed, with a slight mockery: "This has never been my business, don't worry, I have already figured it out."
"Whether you think it through or not won't affect us." Song Xuanhe glanced at the time, turned around and said, "If you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."
Xue Mian looked at Song Xuanhe's back and asked, "Do you know why Xiao Yuanmu went to Country F?"
Song Xuanhe paused: "I will find out tonight."
Xue Mian laughed again, with regret and bitterness in his eyes: "I don't think you will get the answer."
"What's the meaning?"
Song Xuanhe turned around abruptly, only seeing the back of Xue Mian leaving.
Back at the apartment, Song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy in his heart. From time to time, he looked up at the beating second hand on the wall clock, and the corners of his slightly pursed lips tightened a little bit.
The clock slipped from five o'clock to seven o'clock, the sky changed from blue to gray-blue, and the neon lights of City Y lit up little by little, making the city that had just dimmed light up again, like daytime.
[Xiao Yuanmu is back.]
The sound of the system suddenly sounded in his mind, and Song Xuanhe, who had just been immersed in his thoughts, came back to his senses in a daze. He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock—twenty-five past seven.
While the system was talking, Xiao Huang, who was lying on the carpet, suddenly raised his head, pricked up his ears and looked towards the door. Within a second, he jumped up excitedly, wagging his tail happily and ran towards the door .
The mechanical reminder of the elevator door opening sounded, followed by the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble, and the crisp sound of the nails on the paws stepping on the marble when Xiao Huang jumped up excitedly.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, meeting Xiao Yuanmu's eyes.
"I'm back." Xiao Yuanmu bent his eyes slightly, his complexion was a little pale from busyness, but his smile was very gentle.
Song Xuanhe got up and walked towards him, glanced at him, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, let go of the heart that had been mentioned all the time, and said with a smile: "Have you had dinner yet?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked back: "I brought the ingredients back."
Yang Jie came out, he greeted Song Xuanhe, then turned and went to the kitchen, put down the ingredients and came out, then looked at Xiao Yuanmu silently.
"Let's go back."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said calmly.
Yang Jie opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He bent down and rubbed Xiao Huang's head, then turned and left.
Song Xuan felt as if a trace had crossed his mind, he pursed his lips and said, "Did Yang Jie do something wrong, why didn't he even look at me from the moment he came in to when he left."
"I want to transfer him back to the country." Xiao Yuanmu untied the cuff buttons, put them away carefully, and said, "He doesn't want to."
"Why?" Song Xuanhe followed him into the kitchen, and Xiao Huang followed closely behind: "His family should be in China."
"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu paused as he rolled his sleeves. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xuanhe who was arranging the ingredients. His eyes dimmed. He pulled down his sleeves and said calmly, "His mother is alone in the country."
"But Yang Jie is gone, who will take his place?" Song Xuanhe asked.
"For the time being, it's Joe." Xiao Yuan murmured.
Song Xuanhe paused for putting things into the refrigerator, closed the door of the refrigerator, turned around and looked into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "What is it?"
"This time you went to Country F, not because of the Xiao family." Song Xuanhe grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's hand, led him out of the kitchen, and walked to the study: "Let's talk."
Xiao Yuanmu let him pull him, and followed behind him very obediently, with his eyes downcast, unable to see his expression clearly.
Walking into the study, Song Xuanhe closed the door and let go of his hand.
"You said before that you would not lie to me." Song Xuanhe looked into Xiao Yuanmu's eyes and said, "I believe in you."
The fingers placed by Xiao Yuanmu's side curled imperceptibly, and the rolled up cuffs were raised and lowered, revealing his strong arms.
Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on his hands for a while, then moved away slightly, and asked, "Xiao Yuanmu, why did you go to Country F this time?"
"Something personal."
"About what?" Song Xuanhe asked, "Since it's a personal matter, why didn't you tell me before?"
Xiao Yuanmu took a step forward, hugged Song Xuanhe, put his chin on his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm so tired."
Song Xuanhe paused, swallowed the words again, and put his arms around his waist.
"When the time is right, I'll tell you everything." Xiao Yuanmu buried his face on his shoulder, his voice was dull: "Don't ask me now, okay?"
After more than ten seconds of silence, Song Xuanhe said, "Okay."
Xiao Yuanmu went back to the kitchen to cook, as usual, but Song Xuanhe had no appetite for the first time.
"How was the tea party at Master Mai Feier today?" Xiao Yuanmu asked, putting down his chopsticks.
"Very good." Song Xuanhe got up and went to the living room, brought the design draft, and handed it to Xiao Yuanmu: "This is the draft I rushed out in the past few days. I haven't confirmed the details in detail, but basically the material and The size is all right, Master McPhail likes this dress very much."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the design draft in his hand: "When will it be made?"
"At the autumn and winter fashion week?" Song Xuanhe said uncertainly: "It may be later. I have already decided on the design series for this season's autumn and winter. This set feels a bit conflicting with my series. It is not easy to put it in it. Wait. It may be a long time before the finished product is actually released."
"Is this designed for me?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe paused, then bent his eyes and said, "Every piece of my clothes is designed for you."
Xiao Yuanmu met Song Xuanhe's unabashedly loving eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth almost at the same time, he looked at the design draft in his hand again, and said: "I want this dress, unique, just for I made it."
"Before next week." Xiao Yuanmu asked, "Can you do it?"
Song Xuanhe frowned: "It's still a bit hot to wear this dress now."
"The temperature will drop soon." Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe could only compromise: "You should be glad that I have finished my work during this time, but there are no fabrics and tools here, I have to do..."
"I'll have someone bring it."
Xiao Yuanmu kept his promise, after asking Song Xuanhe what materials he needed, all the things he needed were sent to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment within a day.
Moreover, Xiao Yuanmu insisted on freeing up half of his study room for Song Xuanhe to use as a workbench when there was obviously still room to spare. .
The bright floor-to-ceiling windows used to be Xiao Yuanmu's office area, but now it has become Song Xuanhe's workbench, and Xiao Yuanmu's desk has been moved to the side of the bookcase on the entire wall. The two can see each other and are independent of each other. It looks strangely harmonious.
After the study was rearranged, Xiao Yuanmu didn't go to the company anymore. He was still as busy as ever, spending more than fifteen hours a day in the study. The difference was that he could see that the opposite side was either drawing pictures or Song Hyun-hwa, who sews and tailors carefully.
Three days passed in a flash, Song Xuanhe was used to working with Xiao Yuanmu and doing their own things quietly.
However, starting today, people came to the apartment in an endless stream, wave after wave, because they had never seen each other before, and they would all greet Song Xuanhe solemnly, and Xiao Yuanmu would introduce each other to them, interrupting several times Song Xuanhe's work.
After meeting Xiao Yuanmu's fund manager, lawyer, and doctor, Song Xuanhe finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are they running here in such a rush, did they all make an appointment to come together?"
"I officially took over the Xiao family." Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips, rubbed Song Xuanhe's head reassuringly, and said with a smile: "People before me and people from the Xiao family will report to me separately, I'm not in the company , of course they can only come here."
"Even your..."
Halfway through Song Xuan's conversation, Yang Jie knocked on the door and said, "Brother Xiao, Young Master Song, Mr. Zhang is here."
When Xiao Yuanmu was working at home, Yang Jie would also stay in his apartment to assist him in his work, but he used to work in the living room or other rooms, but today he became his housekeeper, picking up and dropping off guests over and over again.
"Please come in." Xiao Yuanmu smiled at Song Xuanhe and said.
Zhang Siwei walked in, greeted Song Xuanhe with a smile, and said, "I heard that your place is very lively recently."
"Renewal." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly.
"That's right." Zhang Siwei walked to the sofa and sat down with a smile, glanced at Song Xuanhe's workbench, and said with great interest, "Song Shao, is that your design for this fashion week? It looks very good." , as an acquaintance, can I order one in advance?"
"No." Xiao Yuanmu rejected him expressionlessly, and said, "He designed that dress for me. There is only one in the whole world, and only I can wear it."
Zhang Siwei raised his eyebrows, seeing the pride in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, he smiled and said: "Okay, the uniqueness is only for you, let's get down to business."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, walked to the other side of Zhang Siwei and sat down, the two took out their computers and discussed softly.
Song Xuanhe took a look, then looked away, and concentrated on printing.
Time passed day by day, and the system began to count down in Song Xuanhe's mind. During this time, there were still many people visiting the apartment. It was only three days before the final time that the apartment became quiet again.
Without Yang Jie's knocking on the door from time to time, without the soft conversation across the way, Song Xuanhe felt uncomfortable for a moment, but within half an hour, he re-entered his work again.
He has been making this dress for a week, and now it has finally come to the final finishing touch. He only needs to adjust a few small details before he can wear it.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu who was facing him. He was signing some document. When Song Xuanhe looked over, he raised his eyes and smiled at him. Then he turned his eyes and opened the next document.
"You have a lot of documents to sign recently." Song Xuanhe put down the button in his hand, and said, "Did Louis not do anything, and all these documents were sent to you?"
"Louis has more documents to sign." Xiao Yuanmu paused the pen, and the letters blurred slightly on the paper. He raised the pen and said, "I've been very busy recently."
Song Xuanhe nodded. He knew that Xiao Yuanmu was very busy recently. After he went to the company to work overtime on business trips, he returned home and worked even busier than before. Xiao Yuanmu had less rest time than before, and barely slept for five hours a day. will rise.
Hope it gets better after a while.
Song Xuanhe looked away, thinking secretly.
As soon as he gets into work, he forgets the time. By the time Song Xuanhe cuts the last thread, the whole morning is over. He looks at the finished garment, nods with satisfaction, and turns to Xiao Yuanmu: "The clothes are ready, can you Try to see if it fits."
There was no answer behind him, Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was too focused on his work, and turned his head to look over.
Xiao Yuanmu lay on the table, seemingly falling asleep from exhaustion.
Song Xuanhe put down the clothes in his hands, took a blanket from the sofa and covered Xiao Yuanmu, with a hint of distress in his eyes.
During this period of time, Xiao Yuanmu was too tired. The huge property of the Xiao family, the operation of RE, and the affairs of Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Bocong had already weighed him down.
Song Xuanhe brushed away the long hair on his forehead, touched his forehead with his fingers, the temperature was a little higher than usual, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and just as he was about to try again, he saw the open documents out of the corner of his eye.
—Property Transfer Contract, Party A: Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuanhe paused with his fingers, and pulled the contract out from Xiao Yuanmu's elbow. Before he could take a closer look, the system said: [Xiao Yuanmu's situation is not right! He is not asleep but unconscious now, you'd better take him to the hospital immediately.]
"You give him a full body check."
Song Xuanhe immediately put down the document in his hand, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of Xiao Yuanmu's forehead, it was a little hot.
He trembled slightly when he touched Xiao Yuanmu's hand, and his heart was filled with strong unease almost instantly. While taking out his mobile phone to call Yu Yan, he gently shook Xiao Yuanmu and called his name, but he Nothing happened.
Yu Yan answered the phone very quickly, almost as soon as the phone rang a few times: "Mr. Song? Is there something wrong?"
"Xiao Yuanmu has a fever now, and his condition is very bad. Where should I send him?"
"Wait!" Yu Yan paused, pushed Zhou Nan's hand away, got up and went outside the room to pick up the landline phone, dialed the phone and said to Song Xuan: "I'll contact you and Mr. Xiao right away, Are you in Mr. Xiao's apartment now?"
"Yes."
"Just wait for a while, in about ten minutes, someone will come upstairs to pick him up. During this period, try to help Mr. Xiao cool down, but don't let him catch a cold, okay?"
Song Xuanhe hung up the phone and called Yang Jie again.
Yang Jie had the key to Xiao Yuanmu's house, and within two minutes, he ran up, and was stunned when he saw Xiao Yuanmu lying on the sofa, his face turned pale instantly.
With an ice towel in his hand, Song Xuanhe saw Yang Jie's expression when he raised his eyes. However, he didn't want to ask any more questions at this time, and just glanced at him before turning his attention back to Xiao Yuanmu.
"Young Master Song..." Yang Jie asked, "Did you call a doctor? Who did you call? Could it be an ambulance from a public hospital?"
"No." Song Xuan said softly, "I called Yu Yan."
Yang Jie heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Song Xuanhe's tense side face, the corners of his mouth moved. When he saw the unconscious Xiao Yuanmu from the corner of his eye, he pursed his lips tightly.
Yu Yan arranged very quickly, and after only seven minutes, the person he arranged had arrived.
The doctors and nurses on the car were very complete, almost the first time Xiao Yuanmu was sent to the car, they had already checked him in an orderly manner.
Song Xuanhe sat aside with a tense face, watching the doctor examine Xiao Yuanmu.
The car slowly left the urban area and headed out of the city.
"Where is this going?" Song Xuanhe looked away from Xiao Yuanmu, turned to look at Yu Yan, and said, "I don't remember any hospital in this direction, and Xiao's private hospital is not in this direction either."
Facing Song Xuanhe's questioning, Yu Yan was very calm: "Mr. Xiao's current situation cannot be known to the Xiao family. It is a hospital invested by Mr. Xiao himself. To be precise, it should be a nursing home, Brother Xiao's private clinic. Even so, The medical equipment is absolutely complete, even better than many private hospitals, so you can rest assured."
Song Xuanhe didn't really doubt Yu Yan, even if he couldn't trust Yu Yan, he could trust Yang Jie. Since Yang Jie didn't have any objections, it proved that he knew this place.
It's just that he never heard Xiao Yuanmu say that he invested in a nursing home, let alone that he built a small private hospital for himself in it.
Thinking of what happened during this period, Song Xuanhe felt more and more uneasy in his heart. He suppressed the gloom in his eyes, and only hoped that what Xiao Yuanmu said would tell him at the right time was really at the right time.
The car drove very quickly and steadily. It took less than 30 minutes. The hospital looked a bit remote, but the facilities were definitely of a first-class standard that many private hospitals could not reach.
Song Xuanhe didn't look much, and followed Yu Yan and the others quickly into a small independent building.
The doctors pushed Xiao Yuanmu into a separate consulting room to examine him. Yu Yan stayed outside the door, waiting with Song Xuan and Yang Jie.
At this time, Song Xuanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked Yang Jie: "Is Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me, or are you and Xiao Yuanmu hiding something from me together?"
Yang Jie pursed his lips, did not look into Song Xuanhe's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xiao...he will tell you."
"What did you go to Country F for?" The faint smell of disinfectant in the air made Song Xuanhe feel more depressed in his heart. His face was cold and his voice was extremely low: "Tell me."
Yang Jie pursed his lips tightly, avoiding Song Xuanhe's gaze, and said, "I can't tell you about this, Young Master Song. He will tell you when Brother Xiao wakes up."
Seeing Yang Jie's evasive expression, Song Xuan could hardly suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He took a deep breath and asked the system: [How is Xiao Yuanmu's body?]
[His physical condition is somewhat complicated.]The system said: [I still need time for further inspection.]
Song Xuanhe frowned, and said: [Isn't your technology better than the equipment of this era? Why does it take so long just to check the body?]
[Since you completed the task, many of my functions have been forcibly withdrawn. ] The system said: [So the body scanning system is not as advanced as before, sorry.]
Hearing the system's apology, Song Xuanhe woke up instantly as if being drenched in a basin of cold water.
[You don't have to apologize.]Song Xuanhe rubbed the space between his eyebrows, walked to the sofa by the wall and sat down, put his hands on his head and said: [I was too anxious and lost my calm, I should apologize to you, I'm sorry.]
[You don't have to apologize.]The system said: [I'm just... the system, you don't have to apologize to the system.]
Song Xuanhe reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips: [So unfeeling? You have called me big brother for so long, so you can be regarded as friends after all.]
[friend?]The system hesitated.
[how? Your system stipulates that you cannot make friends? ] Song Xuanhe asked.
[of course not.]The system answered quickly, and then fell silent after the answer. After more than ten seconds, it said: [I will check Xiao Yuanmu's body carefully, he will be fine, don't worry.]
The corner of Song Xuanhe's mouth dropped, he covered his eyes and hummed softly.
In fact, I just asked Yang Jie, it was just his venting.
From Xiao Yuanmu's sudden silence, frequent overtime, flying to country F alone but concealing the truth about his trip to country F, to Xue Mian's complicated look at him, to Yang Jie's hesitant expression after returning from country F , the fund managers, lawyers, and doctors who worked for him visited by Xiao Yuanmu's apartment, and Xiao Yuanmu's sudden coma, and the property transfer contract.
The truth was almost in front of his eyes, ready to come out, but Song Xuanhe didn't have the courage to touch the truth.
Not long after, the doctor in the emergency room came out, and he said to Song Xuan: "Mr. Xiao is in very bad health now, but the specific situation will not be known until further examination and analysis."
Song Xuanhe is not surprised, the system scan takes time, the doctor will only be slower, he calmly said: "How long will it take?"
"Up to three hours." The doctor said conservatively.
Song Xuanhe nodded, and returned to the sofa where he was sitting just now, with his eyes downcast, silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the system spoke slowly, with a complicated tone: [Xiao Yuanmu, he...]
At the same time it opened its mouth, Yang Jie ran over and said softly to Song Xuan, "Brother Xiao is awake!"
Song Xuan and Huo Di got up and ran towards the ward. When they reached the door, he stopped suddenly and took two steps back.
Behind this door is the truth that he has always wanted to know, but now, he is not sure if he really wants to know.
"Young Master Song?" Yu Yan came over and asked, "Mr. Xiao is awake, won't you go in?"
Song Xuanhe paused, pushed the door open and said, "I'll go in right away."
Yu Yan nodded and left, Song Xuanhe stepped into the ward, and collided with the man on the bed who was pale but not at all visible.
Song Xuanhe tightened his grip on the door, put down his raised foot, and stood by the door quietly looking at Xiao Yuanmu.
Xiao Yuanmu blinked and said to him, "Are you angry?"
Before Song Xuanhe could answer, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes dimmed a little, and he stared at him with clear eyes: "I'll buy you porridge, don't be angry, okay?"