Your circle is really chaotic.
This was Song Xuanhe's first thought.
Cousin and cousin fell in love with the same man, but this relationship was never mentioned in the book, it was so strange.
This was Song Xuanhe's second thought.
Before he had a third thought, Guan Zhi turned the conversation to him.
Guan Zhi: "Brother Wei, who is he?"
Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe, who was pointing at Guan Zhi's chin, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. His cousin was well-raised, but he was never arrogant, but now seeing him talking about Song Xuanhe, he didn't mean anything. The dissatisfied attitude that was concealed, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be a knot.
However, he really wanted to see how Song Xuanhe would solve it.
"This is Song Xuanhe." Wei Chen said with a smile on his lips, "One of the heirs of the Song family."
Guan Zhi nodded slightly, and looked at Song Xuanhe with her eyes.
Song Xuanhe didn't even bother to raise his eyes, and sat there quietly playing with his mobile phone.
Guan Zhi's face darkened, and he was so angry that he grabbed a piece of snack and put it in front of Song Xuanhe. Just when everyone thought he was going to do something to embarrass Song Xuanhe, he said loudly, "Do you see my hands shaking?"
Everyone in the lounge was stunned, Wei Chen didn't understand why, even Song Xuan and the player who played the game paused for two seconds, then couldn't help chuckling, and couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday.
Some time ago, because of Song Guochao's scandal, the entire Song family was very busy, but after the turmoil subsided, most departments relaxed instead.
So after reading a few documents yesterday morning, Song Xuanhe, who hadn't had much breakfast, couldn't sit still, and it happened that it was almost time for lunch break, so he simply pushed away the piled documents and left Song, driving in the car. After walking around the city, I walked into the very nice restaurant that Weichen had mentioned on the phone.
The business of the restaurant was very good. When Song Xuanhe entered, not to mention the private room, there were no separate tables. The waiter looked at his expensive clothes and said a little nervously: "Sir, would you like to share a table? That table is also a gentleman eating alone, if you don't mind, maybe you can join him at the table."
In terms of eating, Song Xuanhe has always been the most particular and also the least particular. If the food tastes good enough, it doesn't matter if he is asked to squat at the door with a bowl to eat, so he agreed with the waiter without the slightest hesitation. proposal.
Sitting by the window was a well-dressed young man wearing earphones. When he saw Song Xuanhe sitting down opposite him, he just raised his eyes and continued to eat his food.
Song Xuanhe wasn't interested in talking to strangers either. After ordering a few signature dishes in the restaurant, he sat there quietly waiting to eat without even taking out his phone.
It didn't take long for Song Xuanhe to order the first dish. This is the restaurant's signature dish, beef sandwich. Although it is a pancake, the crust is very thin, only the thickness of a dumpling wrapper, but it has the soft yet firm taste of the combination of bread and pouch, which is one of the ancestral crafts of this shop.
Song Xuanhe was not in a hurry to eat. He first smelled the three dishes of sauce and then dipped some of it with chopsticks to taste it. Then he took a bowl and mixed the sauce together according to different proportions. After stirring evenly, Also sprinkled some black pepper.
After doing this, he picked up the cake, brushed the adjusted sauce evenly on the cake, then put coriander and gherkin on it in turn, and finally spread a slice of beef, closed the cake, and put it in his mouth.
Song Xuanhe has the habit of chewing and eating slowly, and his movements are very gentle, but these don't affect his facial expressions. Just the slightly curved eyes when he eats beef patties make the people on the opposite side think that he made it himself. The cake was extremely delicious.
"Why did you make the sauce like that?"
Halfway through the meal, a clear voice sounded, and Song Xuanhe looked up, only to realize that the boy opposite him had taken off his earphones at some point and was staring at the beef patty in his hand without blinking.
Song Xuanhe shook the half-eaten beef patty in his hand, and seeing the boy's eyes follow his movements, he thought it was funny, so he curled his lips and said, "Do you want to eat?"
The boy blinked and nodded seriously.
Song Xuanhe smiled even more. He took a bite of the cake, chewed and swallowed it carefully, and then, under the expectant gaze of the young man, smiled viciously: "No."
The boy's eyes widened a little, apparently he never thought that Song Xuanhe would reject him, his expression was a little dazed for a while, and he frowned after he realized it, "I won't even eat it if you give it to me!"
Song Xuanhe nodded, and took the last bite into his mouth, "Well, I won't give it."
The boy got up angrily, then sat down with a cold snort, and asked the waiter to order a beef patty. After the beef patty came out, he re-adjusted the steps of his seasoning just now in front of Song Xuanhe, and then Looking at him provocatively, he took a bite of the pie in his hand.
After taking a bite, he threw the cake on the plate again, frowned and said, "It's so unpalatable."
Song Xuanhe sneered, handed him the freshly wrapped cake, and said, "Let's see the difference."
The young man hesitated for a moment, thinking of Song Xuanhe's appearance of eating with gusto just now, he still couldn't help but took it.
After taking a sip, his eyes widened, and he finished the cake in his hand in three or two bites, and exclaimed, "Why is yours so delicious when I make the same sauce as you?"
Song Xuanhe propped his chin with his hands, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Two people with huge aesthetic differences, if they match the same clothes, will they match to produce the same effect?"
The boy shook his head, and then his face darkened: "You say I have poor taste?"
Song Xuanhe smiled lazily: "I laugh at your shaking hands."
The young man gritted his teeth, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "You are the one shaking your hands, and your hands are shaking in the whole community!"
At this moment, the young man saw Song Xuanhe just smiled and didn't speak, his eyes sparkled with anger, and he raised his hand up and down in front of him, proving himself again: "Do you think my hands are shaking or not?"
Song Xuanhe couldn't contain the smile, took the matcha dessert in Guan Zhi's hand, took a bite and said, "Don't shake, the whole neighborhood doesn't shake."
Guan Zhi hadn't recovered from the fact that he would snatch the snack from his hand and was so shocked to eat it, she met his smiling eyes. The anger that was still inextinguishable just now seemed to have been drenched by a touch of water, probably because of the heat. The water irritated the tips of his ears a little red.
Guan Zhi looked away, turned his head and said, "I won't even shake if you shake."
Song Xuanhe stopped answering, and picked up the tea that matched the dim sum. The light tea fragrance neutralized the bitterness of the matcha dim sum. As the tea returned to its sweetness, the aroma of matcha and scented tea mixed, so he couldn't help but drink more A few mouthfuls.
Seeing him taking a few sips of tea, Guan Zhi couldn't help but think of the cake he ate yesterday, couldn't help picking up the cup next to him, took a sip but didn't find anything special, glanced at him and put it down again.
At this time, the others also saw that the situation was different from what they had imagined. Guan Zhi had indeed met Song Xuanhe before, but it was probably not because he hated him.
Wei Chen raised his eyebrows: "Do you know each other?"
"We had dinner together yesterday." Guan Zhi said.
Others looked over, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, and said lightly: "There is no place, we have to fight for a table."
Wei Chen glanced at Guan Zhi's expression, and said with a smile: "I remember he went to the restaurant I recommended yesterday, but I didn't expect Xuanhe to go there too."
"Just passing by." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, glanced at Wei Chen who seemed to be smiling, but actually looked at Wei Chen who was scrutinizing, and said, "I'm going to play bowling, you sit down."
Xiao Shenglin stood up following Song Xuanhe, and said with a smile, "I just came in to ask you to play, let's go."
Song Xuanhe nodded, passed Wei Chen and Guan Zhi, and left the lounge with Xiao Shenglin.
After going out, Xiao Shenglin said: "Do you know the young master of the Guan family?"
"You mean Guan Zhi?" When facing Xiao Shenglin, Song Xuanhe's slightly impatient tone just now calmed down: "It's just like what I said just now, we shared a table for a meal, and I didn't expect to meet again. "
Xiao Shenglin was a little worried: "I heard that Guan Zhi is the only grandson of the Guan family's direct line, and he is almost protected by the entire family. I don't know why he came to Hua Kingdom suddenly."
Hearing what Xiao Shenglin said, Song Xuanhe remembered that the Guan family, one of the eight great chaebols in the book, seemed to have settled in Canada a long time ago, and even shifted their business focus to America, rarely setting foot in China.
"Maybe it's about Weichen." Song Xuanhe guessed.
"It's possible." Xiao Shenglin thought the same way, and said, "I just saw that although Guan Zhi was a bit childish, he was not domineering, and he didn't have any malice towards you."
"I know." Song Xuanhe laughed, "He's a child, I won't argue with him."
Only then did Xiao Shenglin feel relieved, and stopped talking.
Song Xuanhe just likes Xiao Shenglin's personality, even if he is worried, he only touches it to the point, and never presumptuously intervenes in other people's lives, even if it is a reminder, he will use the most acceptable method for the other person, with such a person How can it be uncomfortable to get along with people.
Xiao Yuanmu received a call from an unfamiliar landline.
The voice of a child, especially immature, sounded over there, which made him hesitate a bit.
"Is it Brother Yuanmu?" The timid voice of the little girl reminded Xiao Yuanmu of the day Song Xuanhe took him out of the orphanage, and it seemed that it was also the little girl who stopped them.
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was almost imperceptibly gentle: "What's the matter?"
Hearing his voice, the girl seemed to have found a backbone, and immediately began to cry: "Brother Yuanmu, can you come back for a while, the dean's grandma is sick, and she refuses to go to the hospital, we are so scared."
Xiao Yuanmu was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that this time in his last life seemed to be the time when the dean passed away. It was the first time he asked Song Xuanhe for help, but he only received a sneer and ridicule, and soon the backyard Long death.
That was the main reason why he was determined to bring down the Song family. He did not expect that after such a long time, he would have a chance to make up for his regrets.
When Xiao Yuanmu arrived at the orphanage, many people had already surrounded the old director's door.
Seeing him coming, those children of all ages stepped aside, probably knowing that he can make money now, and even the fear of him before was gone, not only looked at him expectantly, Another little boy was crying and tearing at his clothes, "Brother Yuanmu, can you save Grandma Dean?"
Xiao Yuanmu has no feelings for these children, seeing their expressions, he just nodded lightly: "Let go, I'll go and have a look."
There were a few staff members of the orphanage in the dean's room. Their eyes lit up when they saw Xiao Yuanmu coming over. They all knew that Xiao Yuanmu had a good job and a high degree of education. If you want to say that the dean still has If there is any hope, only Xiao Yuanmu can do it.
"Yuan Mu, you're here." A plainly dressed middle-aged woman stepped aside and said to him, "Hurry up and persuade your dean's grandma, how can she not go to the hospital when she fell like this!"
Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bedside, and his eyes fell on the old man on the bed. It had been so long that he felt a little strange. The old man's face blended with the kind face deeply buried in his memory, making his eyes flash Have a little warmth.
After returning from rebirth, he invested all his money in the stock market. Some time ago, he cashed out the money and sent part of it to the orphanage. For many reasons, he is not suitable to go back to the orphanage for the time being, so he has not come back to see it. They forgot the time when the old man died.
"Grandma, I'll take you to the hospital."
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, the old man slowly opened his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Yuanmu, you are so busy with work, why are you back? Grandma is fine, so don't worry about following them."
The voice in the memory sounded again, Xiao Yuanmu's jaw tightened, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips slightly and said: "Recently, the company has a family health check-up benefit. I have always wanted to take you there before, and it happens to be the same this time."
The old man was taken aback, then smiled and said: "Then you don't need to take my old bones, it's a waste, you take your Aunt Wang there, she always said that her arm was uncomfortable a while ago, it's good to have a look."
Hearing Aunt Wang in the old man's mouth, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly, but a smile appeared on his face: "I'll take you there first, don't worry about Aunt Wang, the car should be waiting outside now, let people wait for a long time It won't be good."
"What car?" The old man asked in surprise.
However, before Xiao Yuanmu could speak, there was a child's eager voice: "The ambulance is here! A doctor is here!"
The old man was startled and said, "Why did you call an ambulance, grandma is fine."
The corners of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth slightly curled up, and the medical staff who entered the door lifted the old man into the ambulance.
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor checked the old man and said with a sigh of relief: "It can be considered that you sent it in time. The old man has congested blood on his head, and it may be difficult to save it later. Pay attention, if you fall, you must go to the hospital for an examination to rest assured that you are fine, you are doing very well."
Xiao Yuanmu breathed a sigh of relief, and the doctor continued: "Old people are too old to undergo surgery. I recommend conservative treatment. What do you think?"
"Can."
The doctor glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and saw his calm expression and expensive clothes, so he knew that he was not the one who was short of money, so he said with a smile: "Okay, it's no big deal for the old man to be admitted to the hospital for treatment, you go downstairs and pay the fee." Just pay it off."
Leaving the doctor's office, Xiao Yuanmu went directly to the payment hall. Halfway there, he paused slightly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
When Song Xuanhe received a call from Xiao Yuanmu, the score against Wei Chen happened to be five to four. Not long after he and Xiao Shenglin came out, Zhou Nan and a group of Wei Chen came out and played for a while. Zhou Nan Propose a match in groups, and the winner will be determined in ten rounds. At this time, it happens to be him against Wei Chen.
"I'll take a call."
Seeing the caller ID, Song Xuanhe was a little surprised, and after learning what was going on from the system, he put down the bowling ball in his hand.
Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe's slightly frowned eyebrows, and said calmly, "I'll wait for you to finish."
Passing through the few people watching the battle, Song Xuanhe went to the garden outside. At this time, the phone had already been hung up, so he called back.
Song Xuanhe: "What's the matter?"
"The dean of the orphanage has an accident, can you lend me some money?" Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and repeated what he said in his previous life: "I will pay you back right away."
Song Xuanhe looked at the moths swaying on the street lamp, was silent for a while, and then said his lines lightly: "What do you pay for it?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly, and he remembered his thoughts in his last life.
At that time, Song Xuanhe was also silent for a long time. During his silence, he thought a lot.
He thought that if Song Xuanhe helped him this time, then he would give up attacking the Song family. He also thought that as long as Song Xuanhe was willing to lend him money so that the old dean could perform the operation, then he could forget that he was in the hospital before. Song Xuan and all the insults he has suffered.
However, Song Xuanhe did not agree, just like now.
A sneer appeared on Xiao Yuanmu's lips, but his tone softened a little: "What do you want?"
Song Xuanhe heard the same lines as in the book, kicked the bench by the flower bed, pursed his lips and said, "You can't afford what I want."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes and saw the cold lights of the hospital, as well as doctors in white robes coming and going, with a cold expression on his face: "If you don't tell me, how do you know that I can't afford it?"
"You are a poor boy without a father and no mother, what else do you have except a face." Song Xuanhe sat down on the bench, staring at the bright purples and reds covered by the night, and said lightly: "And your face I'm almost tired of watching it, what else can you do with me, I have something to do, don't bother me."
Song Xuanhe hung up the phone, put the phone on the bench, stretched his legs and leaned on the back of the chair, and covered his eyes with his hands.
[This plot should not have happened at this time, it should take some time.]The system glanced at Song Xuanhe's expression, and his tone was a little cautious: [But if the lines are right, this plot is over.]
[God fucked up the plot.]Song Xuanhe put down his hands covering his eyes, and said calmly: [After walking early, go back early.]
The system froze for a moment and fell silent.
Song Xuanhe sat for a long time before picking up the mobile phone that was put aside and making a call: "Assistant Zhang, call 2 million to the Qingshi Welfare Institute tomorrow."
Assistant Zhang on the other end of the phone was taken aback, thinking of Song Xuanhe's relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, and quickly replied: "Okay, if it's urgent money, I can call it today."
"No need." Song Xuanhe said indifferently: "Call again after ten o'clock tomorrow morning, don't take too long, and don't use my name to just make up the identity of a wealthy businessman who is not in this city."
Zhang Chao was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions, and agreed, "Okay, don't worry."
Song Xuanhe looked at the extinguished phone screen, got up and was about to go in, but just as he stood up, he saw a person standing under a tree not far away.
"Guan Zhi."
"Who were you calling just now?" Guan Zhi came over and asked curiously.
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly: "It's none of your business."
"Are you asking for money to be sent to the first person who called you?"
"I said it's none of your business." Song Xuanhe was already in a bad mood, and his tone was subdued: "Get out of the way."
"Since you are going to send money to that person, why don't you call him directly?" Guan Zhi didn't move, and looked at him stubbornly, as if he would not give up until he got an answer.
Song Xuanhe frowned, and his voice became cold: "I don't want to say it a second time, get out of the way."
"I won't let you do anything to me?" Guan Zhi crossed her arms and looked at him with her chin up, but there was a trace of tension and injury in her eyes.
Song Xuanhe withdrew a little force from the outstretched hand, pushed him to the side, and walked straight over.
Zhou Nan was still playing. Seeing Song Xuanhe approaching with a serious face, he and Xiao Shenglin looked at each other without saying a word.
Instead, the boy who was sitting with Guan Zhi before asked, "Young Master Song, did something happen?"
Wei Chen turned his head to look over, saw Song Xuanhe's face, paused, and said, "You can go back first if you have something to do."
Song Xuanhe shook his head, picked up a bowling ball and walked to the other side, and started playing on his own.
Several people looked at each other, Zhou Nan frowned and said, "This is the first time I've seen Song Er's face like this."
Xiao Shenglin was also a little worried. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Guan Zhi walk in. His expression was almost the same as Song Xuanhe's, with a stern face that still had baby fat, and walked straight towards Song Xuanhe.
A few people were taken aback, and quickly followed.
"I'll compete with you." Guan Zhi walked to Song Xuanhe's side and said sullenly.
Song Xuanhe glanced at him lightly, but didn't speak.
Guan Zhi pursed his lips tightly. He is not good at bowling, and he didn't play much just now. He dropped two balls when he threw them down, and it was terrible to see on the screen.
He said: "If I lose ten times, you won't be angry, how about it?"
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, then straightened up and looked at Guan Zhi.
He stood aside with a bowling ball, dodged his eyes, lowered his voice and said awkwardly: "I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, I'm sorry."
"I'm not angry with you." Song Xuanhe shook his head, and his tone was a little gentle: "You don't need to apologize."
"If you lose ten times, you will accept my apology." Guan Zhi raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Song Xuanhe didn't move, his tone had returned to his usual rambling: "You didn't do anything wrong, and if you want to apologize, I'm the one who apologizes."
"Then I will ask you to have dinner with me in the future, will you promise me?"
Song Xuanhe was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the reason why Guan Zhi fell in love with Xiao Yuanmu, he felt relieved, nodded and agreed: "Yes."
Hearing their conversation, the few people who came over were taken aback. Although they didn't understand the situation, they were still very surprised to see Guan Zhi apologize, especially Wei Chen, probably a tradition of the Guan family. His mother was still him, or Guan Zhi, so she never had the fine virtue of admitting mistakes and apologizing.
His mother is because his father dotes on her, and he is because he has never done anything that he feels that he really needs to apologize. As for Guan Zhi, his identity is destined not to require him to apologize.
The first apology between him and Guan Zhi seemed to be given to Song Xuanhe.
Wei Chen squinted his eyes, and the corners of his slightly pursed lips slowly curled up, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his gaze towards Song Xuanhe.