The sports car drove quickly into the well-equipped high-end villa area, passed through the single-family villa, and drove into the parking lot of the high-rise apartment on the other side.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu expressionlessly closed his eyes on the passenger seat, thinking that from today onwards, he would not only eat and live with this boss, but also torture him in different ways, he couldn't help but feel in his heart I shed tears for myself who was miserable in the future.
As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes. His eyes were as cold as a deep pool, clear and awake, without any trace of sleep.
Song Xuanhe was not surprised, if Xiao Yuanmu could fall asleep in the car of a man who forced him to bend down, it would be a thrilling event comparable to the resurrection of dinosaurs in the Jurassic period.
"Here we are, let's go down." Song Xuanhe said his lines dutifully: "From now on, you will live here with me, and I will show you your room later, after watching you go to the kitchen to make dinner."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly, opened the door and got out of the car.
Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief, first took him around the two-story duplex where he would live for a while, and then opened a room, saying, "You will live here from now on."
In this book, Song Xuanhe felt that the only correct thing the original owner did was to sleep in a separate room with Xiao Yuanmu. Although he didn’t know why he had to sleep separately after taking care of his lover, but because of this, Song Xuan And at least you don't have to worry about it at night, in case Xiao Yuanmu kills people if he gets upset.
Xiao Yuanmu took a glance at the clean and tidy room, then shifted his gaze to Song Xuanhe, and said calmly, "What do you want to eat?"
"It doesn't matter." It's not a place stipulated by the plot, Song Xuanhe doesn't want to add trouble to this boss, and he is not picky eater: "I will eat anything, you can cook whatever you want."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say any more, just turned around and went downstairs.
Song Xuanhe watched his back disappear at the stairs, let out a long breath, opened the next room and lay down on the bed, all the muscles in his body relaxed slowly. Too much shock today, he needs to recover.
After lying down for more than ten minutes, just when Song Xuanhe was falling asleep, the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone pulled him back from the chaotic darkness.
Holding the phone lazily, he glanced at the caller ID with no notes, and he answered the call: "What's the matter?"
"Song Shao, the things you arranged are ready, when are you going to visit the class?" Song Xuanhe could hear the flattery over the phone.
However, after such a sentence, he remembered who this person was and his plan for the previous two days.
"I'm coming over on the weekend." Because he almost fell asleep just now, Song Xuanhe's hoarse and gentle voice revealed the carelessness of a dude: "Don't make it known to everyone, I'm just going to play."
"I know, I know." The people over there quickly agreed, and they gave Song Xuanhe a high-sounding excuse: "Song Shaoyou plans to invest in a few films, and he just went to the set to inspect the weekend."
Song Xuan and Wen Yan found this person interesting, couldn't help laughing, and reminded: "I have admired Liu Yinghou for a long time, and I hope to meet the real person tomorrow."
There was a tacit smile on the other side, and said: "It is the honor of Liu Yinghou to be favored by Young Master Song, and she will definitely be there on the weekend."
Hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe couldn't help but roll his eyes. The person on the phone was a director with his own team, named Huang Cong. His shooting skills may not be very high-level, but his work is smooth and smooth. Praise, if this kind of person was placed in ancient times, he would be a real eunuch of the East Factory, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with flattering the superior and bullying the inferior.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't think there was anything wrong, as long as his status was much higher than this person, this person would not be able to make big waves, and I have to say, talking to him is very interesting, anyone who raises a sign and another person will be able to put him in the future If you try to complete it, you will feel that chatting with him is very ironic.
Throwing the mobile phone on the bed, Song Xuanhe arched on the bed again, then sat up and stretched, wanting to go downstairs to see how Xiao Yuanmu's cooking was doing.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, it was as if he suddenly saw a little milk cat like a cucumber appearing behind his buttocks, and he flicked back quickly and exaggeratedly, almost falling off the bed headfirst.
After finally pulling the bench at the end of the bed to stabilize his body, Song Xuanhe got up, and with a pale face, he was still in shock and exasperated: "Why the fuck did you suddenly appear behind me!"
Anyone who is completely relaxed will find it difficult to calm down suddenly seeing a person standing behind him, not to mention the bold young master Song, the only thing he has been afraid of since he was a child is the unnatural creatures with blue faces and fangs that appear and disappear in movies and stories—ghosts.
Xiao Yuanmu appeared behind him so silently that he was almost scared out of his wits. If it wasn't for his rationality, according to his usual temper of a young master, he would have stepped forward to give Xiao Yuanmu no heed. He vented his frightened anger with a kick.
In some respects, Song Xuanhe's young master has no less temper than the original owner, but although he likes to play, he still follows the bottom line of the principles of normal people. How could he grow up so peacefully and recklessly in a big family like the Song family who can eat people when he died alone and alone.
After losing his temper, Song Xuanhe felt a little guilty again. He didn't know how long Xiao Yuanmu had stood outside, and he didn't know if he heard what he said when he called just now. Thinking that he just forced him to agree to be his lover In a blink of an eye, he said that he was interested in other women, and he was caught by him, which gave him the illusion of being caught in bed.
But the original owner would not feel guilty, so he sat up straight, raised his chin, and dragged his voice: "The dishes are ready?"
His eyes swept over Song Xuan and his pupils that were extra moist because of fright, and his slightly trembling black eyelashes, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly felt that the depression that had been suppressed in his heart during this period of time seemed to dissipate a lot, and he felt inexplicably happy. few.
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, and said a rare extra sentence: "Tomato and egg noodles."
Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up, tomato and egg noodles are his favorite noodles, bar none!
"Then let's go." Song Xuanhe got out of bed, walked to Xiao Yuanmu's side, then cast a sideways glance at him, and said arrogantly: "From now on, without my approval, don't come into my room casually."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't speak, just glanced at him lightly, and walked out of the room before him.
I read it in the book before. Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills are very good. Later, one of his seven boyfriends fell in love with him because he ate a bowl of plain noodles that he casually ordered. At the time, Song Xuanhe just sneered and sneered at this, thinking that the author didn't need any integrity and logic at all in order to send a man to Xiao Yuanmu.
But after actually eating the noodles made by Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuanhe felt that he should apologize for his youthful frivolity and sitting on the sky. He can use his spoiled and picky taste guarantee for 22 years. This is what he has eaten in his whole life. The most delicious bowl of tomato egg noodles!
If he could only eat one dish in his life, he would really like to eat Xiao Yuanmu's noodles for three meals a day in the future!
Song Xuanhe was very gentle when eating, sitting upright, eating very quietly with eyes downcast, even when eating noodles, it was difficult to hear any indecent sounds, but for some reason, Xiao Yuanmu who had no appetite After seeing him eating his noodles with chopsticks one chopstick at a time, I felt a little hungry too.
Moreover, when Song Xuanhe raised his head from the noodle bowl, looked at him with a pair of bright pupils, and told him "delicious" very seriously, he suddenly had a feeling that if he said he still wanted to eat, He immediately gave him the urge to have another bowl.
Song Xuanhe didn't say that he wanted to eat again, although he really thought he could eat again, but he was very self-aware, and he had already determined the basic policy of never adding trouble to Mr. In the future that will not become more miserable, even if he wants to eat, he can only hold back.
For Song Xuanhe, it is just a casual habit to eat delicious food and tell the person who made the food that it is delicious. His mother is a very famous star chef. When he didn't learn table manners, his parents taught him that he must respect every food he enters, and he must also respect the person who makes delicious food.
This is Song Xuanhe's habit that has been rooted in his bones since he was able to speak, so even after saying this, Song Xuanhe never thought about whether his words were in line with the original owner's personality, after all, this matter is for him It is too natural, just like eating Chinese food with chopsticks and eating Western food with a knife and fork. Following the most basic rules does not require thinking.
After eating, Song Xuanhe sat on the sofa, watching Xiao Yuanmu's back washing dishes, and tapped his fingers on the pillow a little anxiously.
Thinking that he will hold Xiao Yuanmu down and do something to him forcibly later, his calf becomes weak. Although he knows that he will not succeed, he is still a little timid. After all, he and Xiao Yuanmu's physiques are here. If Xiao Yuanmu What if Yuan Mu broke his legs in a fit of anger.
However, this is a major plot, even if Xiao Yuanmu breaks his leg, he has to leave.
When Xiao Yuanmu came out of the kitchen, he saw Song Xuanhe curled up on the sofa cross-legged with a pillow in his arms. Because the sofa was too big and too soft, Song Xuan and the whole person were stuck in it, looking inexplicably innocent and pitiful.
However, Xiao Yuanmu knew that this was just an illusion.
There are too many poor people in this world, but Song Xuan and such domineering and arrogant rich three generations are definitely not included.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: Weak, pitiful and helpless.
Xiao Yuanmu: Good boy, I'll feed you below.