"Xiao... what's wrong with you?"
Song Xuanhe was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to help Xiao Yuanmu's slumped body. He held his head with his right hand and fixed his waist with his left hand. However, after touching him, he found that Xiao Yuanmu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The back of the shirt was already soaked with sweat, while Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were closed tightly, his face and lips were pale.
"Xiao Yuanmu?" Song Xuanhe patted his face lightly, his hands were cold, seeing his eyelashes trembling slightly, he hurriedly said, "What's wrong with you? I'll help you to the bed and call the doctor right away. You bear it."
Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes a little, and the cold eyes didn't ease even when he was weak, and they were even colder than usual, like a lake whose calm was broken, suddenly covered with ice and snow, under the ice, It is endless defense and darkness.
"No need." With a calm voice, he raised his hand to peel off Xiao Yuanmu's hand on his waist, and slowly stood up straight. Except for his cold and gloomy expression and his overly pale face, it was almost impossible to see that he had just collapsed suddenly. In the embarrassment of the next, there is no trace of discomfort.
If it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Yuanmu had fallen on him just now, and his forehead felt moist and cold with his fingertips, Song Xuanhe was almost deceived by his calm appearance.
"You don't feel well, you probably don't have a fever." Song Xuanhe looked up from his tense jaw, met his eyes covered with a thin layer of ice, and said calmly: "You almost fainted just now, you have to call the doctor .”
The chill in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes became more solidified in Song Xuanhe's words. His voice was even colder, but because of his inability to do what he wanted, his voice became hoarse, and he said each word: "I said, no need."
He lifted his chin, lowered his eyes slightly, he did not hide the cold and oppressive aura around him, and his tone was full of oppression: "Now, you leave immediately, and don't appear in front of me again before tomorrow morning."
Unmoved, Song Xuanhe took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to knock down his cell phone, and said in a cold voice, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I heard it." Song Xuanhe avoided his hand, saw Xiao Yuanmu's increasingly pale face, and said coldly: "Who stipulated that I should listen to you when I heard it?"
He didn't pause at all, and immediately dialed the hotel's emergency number. Just as he opened his mouth to tell the housekeeper to bring the doctor over immediately, Xiao Yuanmu dodged the phone. His cold fingers brushed against Song Xuanhe's, and there seemed to be a slight tremor meaning.
"Song Xuan and..."
It seemed that all of Xiao Yuanmu's strength was consumed in grabbing the phone. He staggered suddenly, and the hand at his side couldn't help covering his stomach any longer. He looked sickly white, but even so, his straight back did not bend at all, and he resolutely never showed any weakness in front of anyone.
He covered his stomach with one hand, and tightly grasped the mobile phone he snatched from Song Xuanhe's hand with the other. The knuckles of both hands turned white with force, but his tone was as calm as ever, and he even said some more words: "I don't feel well in my stomach. It's an old problem. Just rest for a while. Don't bother me."
Song Xuanhe stared at him closely. At that moment, the system had already told him Xiao Yuanmu's physical condition in his mind: low fever caused by irregular work and rest and continuous staying up late, fatigue and emotional ups and downs caused Emotional stomach cramps.
He never had stomach cramps, but he had acute gastroenteritis caused by alcoholism. He was so anxious that his stomach sometimes contracted and tingled, and sometimes it was sore and unbearably painful. At that time, he was in the same emergency room as a patient with stomach cramps. The patient, a man in his forties, curled up on the hospital bed trembling and screaming, opening his mouth to vomit while screaming, as if he was about to pass out from pain in the next second.
Song Xuanhe has been afraid of pain since he was a child, and he remembers being shocked by the patient's appearance so that his stomach pain was relieved for a moment, and then he couldn't help asking the doctor: "What happened to that man just now, could it be something wrong with the internal organs? "
The doctor glanced at him lightly and replied, "Stomach cramps."
"It hurts so much?"
"Are you in pain now?" The doctor asked him back.
Song Xuanhe nodded naturally, the doctor laughed and said to him, "It hurts ten times more than you do now."
From that day on, Song Xuanhe got rid of the habit of eating indiscriminately, had three regular meals and never drank too much alcohol, and kept the tragic situation of the patient with stomach cramps firmly in his mind.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu with a calm expression at this moment, Song Xuanhe's hand placed by his side suddenly twitched, and his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
What kind of shocking pain did Xiao Yuanmu go through to be able to calmly bear the pain that made people cry and roll without showing the slightest difference? Maintaining a strong and indifferent outer shell, even if the pain makes cold sweat all over his body, he doesn't want people to peek at the slightest weakness.
Suddenly, Song Xuanhe understood the reason for Xiao Yuanmu's refusal and perfunctory all along. At this moment, he can no longer break open his armor-like shell, regardless of the blood dripping inside him, just for the sake of peace of mind. .
Song Xuanhe took a step back, glanced at Xiao Yuanmu whose face was already pale as paper, then turned away from looking at him, pretending to believe his words: "In this case, I won't bother you anymore, you can stay here Rest in the room, but I have to put a bowl of porridge and a cup of hot water in it, after all, that was made by the chef, you can't refuse it, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly. In fact, at this time, he didn't want anyone to disturb him, and he didn't even want anything that could breathe in this suite, but he knew how stubborn Song Xuanhe was, and he couldn't hold it anymore. How long.
"Put your things away and leave immediately."
Song Xuanhe nodded slightly, turned around and immediately put the porridge on the bedside table in Xiao Yuanmu's room, and a pot of hot water to keep warm. After finishing these, he looked at the door and stood at the door, and put down his mug The hand on the stomach, Xiao Yuanmu, who didn't even change his posture, pursed his lips slightly: "I won't disturb you anymore, you rest."
Seeing the door closed by Song Xuanhe Xinxin, Xiao Yuanmu barely supported his straight back and instantly bent down. He slipped to the ground clutching his stomach, and the cold sweat on his forehead condensed into drops, falling on his black forehead. There was no trace of it on the trousers.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside. Xiao Yuanmu's posture of sitting curled up on the ground with his hands on his stomach also changed. He locked the door for the first time, and then grabbed the copper handrail of the door. stood up.
He had tried his best to straighten his back, but the pain spreading from his stomach to his whole body still made him bend down. When he walked to the bedside, he finally lost his strength and fell down heavily.
Closing his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes moved away from the porridge bowl and the thermos cup, and looked at the void a little bit. When the dim colors in front of his eyes gradually faded, he closed his eyes and endured the familiar pain.
A icy smile curled up on the corner of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth. This was... the most profound gift given to him by his blood-related family members.
As the pain intensified, the corners of Xiao Yuanmu's pale mouth were gradually bitten and bloodshot, but his consciousness became unprecedentedly clear—the feeling of being uncontrollable after being reborn again, with the onset of the old problems of the previous life, gradually returning to his senses. In Xiao Yuanmu's hands, those vacillations and fascinations were also ruled out of reason.
The Xiao family is his ultimate goal.
Song Xuanhe did not go back to the room, but waited in the living room, ready to deal with Xiao Yuanmu's special situation at any time.
The system saw that Song Xuanhe had been silent for a long time, and his face was more complex than ever before. The system couldn't help but said: [Emotional stomach cramps can't be cured even if they are sent to the hospital. They can only be relieved by themselves, and the low-grade fever is not serious. ,You do not have to worry about.]
Song Xuanhe naturally knew that if it wasn't because of knowing, he wouldn't be able to leave Xiao Yuanmu alone in the room. He just suddenly thought of a question - would Xiao Yuanmu really be happy when he went to Xiao's house
Thinking of the content in the book, Xiao Yuanmu is very capable, whether it is dealing with the affairs of the mall or the affairs of the Xiao family, he is undoubtedly able to handle it with ease, but is he happy
Song Xuanhe never thought about this question, nor did the readers of this book.
Xiao Yuanmu found his biological parents, restored his noble status, made all those who offended him before deserve what they deserved, and finally became the patriarch of the Xiao family that the world looked up to.
Seeing all this in the book at that time, Song Xuanhe naturally felt that Xiao Yuanmu was happy. The orphan should be happy to return to his biological parents, the bottom of the society should be happy to become the heir of the plutocrat, and he should be happy to take revenge on all the enemies with his own hands...
However, the author never wrote that Xiao Yuanmu Gao was unhappy. He only told readers that after Xiao Yuanmu was reborn, he had everything that the world envied and longed for. Everything has been supplied to him in the best and top state.
So the readers and Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was naturally happy.
But if he is happy, will Xiao Yuanmu have a gloomy and indifferent personality until the end of the book? And is it really only those things caused by Song Xuanhe before his rebirth that caused his unchanging indifferent personality
Song Xuanhe put his hands over his eyes, and after the light disappeared, he seemed to hear Xiao Yuanmu's muffled groans enduring the pain across the wall, fragile and forbearing, as if forced to retreat by the darkness, he could only hide in the corner and lick The wounded cub finally watched the darkness spread to the wound, and the last trace of freshness faded away.
[Song Xuanhe!]
The sound of the system suddenly sounded, pulling Song Xuanhe back to God.
[What's wrong?]
[What were you thinking just now? ] The tone of the system was so dignified for the first time, and it said: [The data about the completion of the world's main line missions suddenly appeared abnormal, which means that you suddenly have a strong will to destroy the key plot, if you don't control it well When your thoughts and actions are taken, the main brain will immediately realize that you will be forced to end the mission, because this is the most serious violation of the mission, and you will return to your own body and live for another half a year There is no chance, and the soul flies away.]
The system said: [Song Xuanhe, don't make any claims, don't make fun of your own life.]
Song Xuan and Jing Jing listened to the system, and did not take away the hands covering their eyes, but the eyes that had just been closed had been opened, and the crystal light hanging from the ceiling was bright, falling on his retina through the fingers, but suddenly It reminded him of darkness. This ray of light was the color of light, but it was like a gray mist that could invade the human body, blinding his eyes.
[Song Xuanhe?]The system called him again, with worry in his tone: [You won't be overwhelmed, right? Think about it for yourself, now that Xiao Yuanmu's words caused your tragic death is basically gone, as long as you stay in this world in peace and stability for another year and a half, you can return to your original world. There will still be a healthy body, don't do wrong things on impulse!]
do wrong things
Song Xuanhe sneered, the system's worries were too much, he is not a chivalrous person who would shout when he sees injustice, if he was such a person, he would not agree to the transaction with the system at first, but later met Knowing that Xiao Yuanmu will have an accident, he will not turn a blind eye again and again, and even push hands secretly.
From the beginning to the end, he was the one who was least qualified to sympathize with or help Xiao Yuanmu.
[Song Xuanhe?]
Hearing Song Xuanhe's laughter, the system panicked. Every time Song Xuanhe laughed like this, he was in a bad mood. Could it be that he really planned to organize the plot
[Song...]
Song Xuanhe interrupted the system's exchange again, and said coldly: [Don't worry, what you are worried about cannot happen.]
[real?]The system is a little uneasy.
[real. ] Song Xuanhe took down his hands covering his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up: [Don't worry.]
The system was dubious, and after thinking about it, he said: [The cemeteries of your parents and friends are all over there, you don't want to...]
[To shut up!]
Song Xuan and Huo stood up, and for the first time, an almost gloomy icy look appeared on their faces. His hands beside him were clenched into fists, and his tone was extremely low and extremely cold: [Z48, pay attention to your words, always Don't mention anything you shouldn't mention in front of me again.]
It was the first time that the system was called by Song Xuanhe's original name, and it was also the first time I saw Song Xuanhe's terrifying expression. Its chip seemed to be frozen for a moment. The data told it not to speak delicately at this time, but for some reason, Looking at Song Xuanhe's expression, it suddenly remembered Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuan's expression at this moment is very similar to the expression Xiao Yuanmu just leaked.
The system cautiously said: [I see.]
Song Xuanhe looked at the void indifferently, and sat down again after a while, took a pillow and lay down on the sofa, her long curly eyelashes were closed, the eyes were completely faded, and she was peaceful.
When I woke up again, it was because of the ringtone of the mobile phone, there was no caller ID, but the number seemed vaguely familiar.
Song Xuanhe glanced at the dark sky outside, then at the closed door, and then slowly picked up the phone, with a hoarse voice that had just woken up: "Who?"
"I'm Lu Chao." Lu Chao's voice over there was extremely low, and his tone was a little strange: "Thanks to the second young master, my good brother has been brought back. You said he can get into your eyes. My father Without stopping, he carefully placed him in the master bedroom on the second floor, and he is planning to host a banquet for the Second Young Master, do you want the Second Young Master to come here as a favor?"
Hearing Lu Chao's voice, Song Xuanhe seemed to hang up the phone, but after hearing the content clearly, he chuckled and said, "There is no need to eat. Since the Lu family's affairs are well done, I will naturally I will go to say hello to a few uncles and then hang up."
"Song Xuanhe!" Lu Chao's voice was raised in vain, following the radio into Song Xuanhe's ears, making him take the phone away.
"We used to be good brothers after all. You clearly know that I hate that illegitimate child the most, and his slut mother's family, and you even asked our family to pick him up and recognize his ancestors. Do you know that? Because of this, that pheasant mother Lu Yue dared to come to my Song family to ask for status, and my mother was so angry that she almost committed suicide by jumping off the building!"
Song Xuanhe put the mobile phone back to his ear. He is in a bad mood now and needs some entertainment, so he said, "What else?"
"What else?" Lu Chao's suppressed voice was hysterical, "And my father actually wanted to bring that pheasant close to the house, and the grandparents who had always opposed it also acquiesced. My mother is not willing, so my father will send her away." To the mental hospital!"
"Song Xuanhe, you clearly know what will happen when Lu Yue comes to my house! My mother treated you so well before! Are you still human!"
Lu Chao's accusations followed one sentence after another, each sentence was filled with uncontrollable resentment, as if he wanted to go through the phone to eat his flesh and bones.
"No more?" Song Xuanhe was dangling by the sofa with one hand, casually fiddled with the pages of the book on the coffee table, his tone was very cold, as if he disliked Lu Chao's boring words.
"Song Xuanhe, I will make you pay the price!"
Lu Chao was so angry that he couldn't speak, and hung up the phone directly after leaving this sentence.
Song Xuanhe threw the phone away, picked up the magazine that had just opened its pages, flipped through a page, and held it in front of his eyes to read it bored.
—The world's richest family, a hidden family that does not participate in the wealth ranking, is truly wealthy.
The title is quite boring, Song Xuanhe looked down:
The Eight Great Families are composed of eight powerful families from different races and countries around the world, including the Hoffman Family from the Lander Country, the Guan Family from the Canadian Country, and the Yuan Family from the Neon Country...
Song Xuanhe frowned, and looked directly at the Xiao family's introduction:
The Xiao family originated from a powerful family in the ancient Huaguo, and is now one of the eight major families. The Xiao family has been very forward-looking in the steel and railway industries since the 1980s, and has been engaged in investment and bank credit business until So far, no one knows how much wealth has been accumulated behind this family. They not only stand at the top of the pyramid, but also exist beyond compare.
The Xiao family attaches great importance to the education and privacy of their children and grandchildren. Before the Xiao family reaches adulthood, they seldom reveal their true identities. Only after they become adults will they walk in the forefront of all walks of life as the Xiao family, causing the Xiao family to truly settle in the country. It has also become very mysterious, and no one knows for sure...
After hastily scanning these two paragraphs, but did not find any interesting information, Song Xuanhe tossed the magazine aside with no interest, and opened his eyes not knowing what he was thinking.
After thinking about it, he fell asleep like this, and didn't wake up until the next morning.
The housekeeper happened to appear at this time. Seeing that Song Xuanhe didn't even change his clothes, his expression didn't change at all after lying on the sofa all night. After saying hello and reporting the breakfast prepared in the kitchen, he asked respectfully. : "Master Song, do you have any special orders for breakfast?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at the closed door, lowered his voice and said indifferently: "Prepare some light food, preferably the kind that can be eaten specially for people with an upset stomach, and it is best to have sweet porridge."
The butler nodded respectfully, turned around and went out to give orders.
Song Xuanhe went back to the room, took a shower and changed clothes, and knocked on Xiao Yuanmu's door three times after coming out.
The door opened quickly, Xiao Yuanmu was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, but his expression had improved a lot. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and said calmly, "I'll come out after taking a shower."
Song Xuanhe nodded, and just about to speak, the door was directly closed by Xiao Yuanmu.
He looked at the closed wooden door in front of him, turned his mouth up a little, turned and went straight to the restaurant.
The butler prepared quickly, and within a short time all the things he had just ordered were brought to the dining table. When he saw that Song Xuanhe was the only one on the table, he asked, "Would you like to scoop out the sweet porridge or put it aside?"
Song Xuanhe didn't like to eat sweet things in the morning, so he glanced at the porcelain bowl with exquisite patterns, and said, "Just leave it, and I'll serve it myself when I want to drink it later."
The butler leaned forward and nodded, and waited for the waiter to put all the plates away before saying, "If you have any orders, I'll be at the door."
Song Xuanhe hummed lightly, and just about to ask him about those things to nourish his stomach, the butler turned around and said to the restaurant door: "Mr. Xiao, morning."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, and sat down opposite Song Xuanhe. When he saw the food on the table, his eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at Song Xuanhe who was drinking porridge with his head down.
Noticing his gaze, Song Xuanhe put down his spoon and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"
Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze. After what happened yesterday, he no longer restrained the coldness around him, but his eyes regained their calmness again. He said lightly: "I will submit my resignation today."
Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge with a spoon, but no emotion could be heard in his voice: "You told me yesterday."
"Also, I'm moving out of your apartment."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face, but there was no expression in his eyes: "Break up?"
Xiao Yuanmu met his eyes. He had already made a decision last night, but he hesitated when he answered affirmatively. He suddenly remembered that when he got up in the morning, the porridge and the still warm water were on the bedside table. And the warm ironing feeling when the warm water flows down the throat and into the stomach.
After this farewell, maybe there really won't be a chance to meet again in the future, and he doesn't want to keep another person by his side who will affect his emotions.
But there is no need to be so anxious, as long as all these things are dealt with before entering Xiao's house.
Xiao Yuanmu looked away, and said in a low voice, "It's just moving out."
"You mean, we're still in a relationship when you quit your job and move out?" Song Xuanhe tilted his head, his tone a little surprised, but also unclear: "Why do you think that after you quit my job and moved out After my apartment, am I still willing to remain in a romantic relationship with you?"