After get off work, Song Xuanhe parked the car directly in front of the company. The expensive supercar attracted the attention of many passers-by and white-collar workers who were off work.
Most of the passers-by are because of the car, and the white-collar workers who come out of this building are because of the people in the car. Almost no one who works in the Song Corporation does not know Song Xuanhe's car, and what they care about at the moment is Song Xuan. And who is waiting here.
The white-collar workers slowed down, and those who went together directly started guessing in a few words. Everyone knew about Song Xuan and Xiao Yuanmu's pursuit of the venture capital department, and there was also a gossip at noon that Xiao Yuanmu had agreed to Song Xuan. Xuanhe's pursuit, so who is Song Xuanhe waiting for at this moment? Most of the people here already have the answer, and they just want to confirm it with their own eyes.
Song Xuanhe knew how many people were watching outside without lowering the window, and he also knew that from today onwards, rumors would spread around the company. In the future, Xiao Yuanmu will face flattery and flattery from his colleagues, as well as difficulties and disdain from his colleagues. He will be strangers to his contemporaries who had a good relationship when he first joined the company, and then bear the alienation and difficulties caused by rumors alone. In the process, he will become more and more disgusted with the Song family and Song Xuanhe, laying the groundwork for the future bankruptcy of the Song family and Song Xuanhe's fate.
[I think I'm a little miserable.]Song Xuanhe wore a pair of sunglasses, leaned lazily on the back of the reclined chair, crossed his legs and talked to the system in his mind: [He almost broke the heart of another girl at noon, so I should help him turn the tide, but He will actually cause me to lose my masculine dignity in the future, and he will repay virtue with hatred!]
Thinking of Song Xuanhe's fate in the future, the rough voice of the system also showed a trace of sympathy, saying: [Brother, you are not a little bit miserable, you are really miserable.]
Song Xuanhe: [... Ergou, you said that I ran away after finishing the plot, and hid in any small mountain village. When all the plots of the original owner are over, you can directly send me back to the original world, is it possible?]
[Yes you can. ] The system is very straightforward: [As long as you can escape the revenge and tracking of the big boss after all the plots are finished, I can send you back directly when the time is up.]
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe had the bottom line in his heart, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He is very good at running around. When the plot is over, he just pats his butt and runs away. I don't believe that Xiao Yuanmu, a man who is destined to stand at the top of the world's economy, would have the leisure to hold on to him.
The system reminded: [The boss is here.]
Song Xuanhe put away the smile on his face and lowered the car window, and he saw Xiao Yuanmu who was only three meters away from the car, he took off his sunglasses, and said in a condescending tone: "Get in the car, we will go directly to the supermarket, and you will make dinner later. "
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently, opened the car door and sat up, with no superfluous expression on his face from the beginning to the end.
While starting the car, Song Xuanhe was secretly startled. Xiao Yuanmu is only 20 years old now. At this age when most of his peers spend their youth wantonly in ivory towers, he has not only entered a top company in the industry Work, made a detailed plan for his future career, and he was truly able to hide his emotions, even if he was not found by Xiao in the future, with his double quotient far beyond ordinary people, his future achievements would be the same. Unlimited.
Facing such a man with exquisite mind and so much wit, how stupid is the original owner to act like a blind and brain-dead man, offending him again and again, leading to such a miserable end in the future.
System: [Stop scolding the original owner, you will have to do all these stupid things in the future.]
Song Xuanhe: [Thank you for the reminder, Bro.]
System: [You're welcome, big brother.]
Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes, and suddenly felt that he was going to offend Xiao Yuanmu to death anyway, why bother to stand so cautiously.
So, Young Master Song began to report the name of the dish: "I want to eat boiled fish fillet, the super spicy one. The side dishes must include potatoes, lotus root slices, and bean curd. There are no other requirements. There are also sweet and sour pork ribs, which can be sweeter. , and spicy prawns, buy fresh prawns, remember to peel off the shells before frying, and add a meatball soup, four dishes are enough."
Xiao Yuanmu hummed lightly, without changing his face, without any resentment at being ordered.
Song Xuanhe was a little timid, and always felt that Xiao Yuanmu was remembering to return it to him at that time. If he offended Xiao Yuanmu now, Xiao Yuanmu would have to dig three feet to find him But it will be miserable.
So, Young Master Song, who can bend and stretch, decided to make amends: "If you don't want to peel the shrimp, you can do it with the shell, and then I will peel it myself."
Xiao Yuanmu was silent for a while, lowered his eyes and hummed again.
The two of them walked around the supermarket in the villa area, and went back after buying all the things they wanted to buy. As soon as they got home, Song Xuanhe just nestled on the sofa and waited for Xiao Yuanmu to cook for him. .
The sound of stir-frying with a spatula in the kitchen came out together with the tantalizing aroma of food. Song Xuanhe, who was playing with his mobile phone, sat up slowly and sniffed the smell. Before he had time to stretch his neck to look into the kitchen, his mind Then a paragraph appeared:
[Xiao Yuanmu served a series of attractive aroma dishes on the long solid wood table, but Song Xuanhe sitting in the living room did not move at all. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but thought that Song Xuanhe might use this matter To make trouble for him, he still walked into the living room.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu approaching, Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "It seems that you finally have a certain understanding of your identity."
Xiao Yuanmu suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and said neither salty nor indifferent: "The meal is ready."
Song Xuanhe stretched out his hand to him, and said in a superior tone as if he was treating a servant: "Come here, pull me up."
Xiao Yuanmu stood still. He was very reluctant to agree to him under Song Xuanhe's compulsion, but he was unwilling to make false claims for it. Moreover, thinking of Song Xuanhe's attempt to force him to submit last time, he felt sick to his stomach. He was writhing in his chest, his chest was full of anger, if it wasn't for the presence of the dean, he wouldn't mind exchanging his life for another.
After all, he was still young, Xiao Yuanmu at this time was far from the city and scheming in the future, he turned around and left after his patience reached the limit, unwilling to look at Song Xuanhe more.
Song Xuanhe felt that he was offended, he walked directly to the restaurant, and seeing Xiao Yuanmu who had already sat down to eat, he was furious and said coldly: "It seems that you haven't learned how to behave."
After saying that, he swept the dishes on the table all over the floor, then turned around and went upstairs.]
Song Xuanhe's eyes were wide open, with a confused look on his face: [What the hell is this! There is no such plot in the novel I read!]
[This is the plot in Xiao Yuanmu's later memories, so you have to go too.]The system probably felt that Song Xuanhe’s expression was a little pitiful at this time, and his tone was a little more sympathetic when he thought of what he would face in the future,[Because this plot is a memory, you can blur it out, just overwrite the key plot Just once is enough, unlike the main text plot, where even the lines in it have to be memorized.]
Song Xuanhe took a deep breath, and what he inhaled into his nostrils was the aroma of boiled fish fillets. He asked with a hint of luck: [Which one is the key plot?]
[It's just over the table, you just need to sweep the dishes down.]
Song Xuanhe: [Why didn't you tell me earlier when I ordered according to my own taste! ! !]
The system was also a little aggrieved, and the rough voice of the 1.8-meter man was a little pitiful: [I didn't expect you to order food. When I remembered, you had already finished ordering.]
Song Xuanhe: ...
Maybe I dug your ancestral grave in my previous life
Because his mother is a chef, although Young Master Song is arrogant and self-willed, he never wastes food. Food is one of his bottom line intolerance.
Now, the system wants him to overturn a table of dinner that he is looking forward to and can expect to taste absolutely delicious. This makes him resist even more than forcing Xiao Yuanmu through the plot last time.
Before Song Xuanhe could make mental preparations, Xiao Yuanmu had finished cooking and came out.
Perhaps because of the smoke and fire in the kitchen, Xiao Yuanmu, who walked in front of Song Xuanhe, not only lost his usual unattainable coldness, but also softened him a little because of the apron on his body.
Even his voice seemed warmer than usual: "The meal is ready."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips tightly, thinking that he would have to overturn a table of delicious food that was absolutely guaranteed to taste, and then starved all night, his eyes turned red with anger, and a trace of guilt floated in his heart.
He didn't feel guilty when he threatened Xiao Yuanmu through the plot, and he didn't feel guilty when he forced Xiao Yuanmu later, but at this moment, he really felt that he was sorry for Xiao Yuanmu, at least he was really sorry for that table tasty.
The more I think about it, the more sad it gets, but I have to do it no matter what, it's better to be clean and tidy.
Song Xuanhe stood up, walked past Xiao Yuanmu into the restaurant without looking sideways, overturned a table of dishes on the ground, and said coldly: "Don't eat."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to go upstairs, but his arm was grabbed by someone. Xiao Yuanmu grabbed his hand, looked at his eyes that seemed to be filled with storms, and his voice completely cooled down: "What are you doing?" .”
Song Xuanhe couldn't shake off his hand, so he could only look back without showing any weakness: "I don't want to eat it! Do you have any opinions?"
Xiao Yuanmu's hand holding Song Xuanhe suddenly tightened, and the strength became heavier and heavier, almost wanting to crush his wrist bones, but when his eyes touched the corners of his reddish eyes and the tip of his nose, the strength in his hand subconsciously Song, let him turn and leave.
After returning to the room, Song Xuanhe found a sofa and sat down. He wanted to play with his mobile phone to calm down his anger and relieve the hunger that had just been hooked by the aroma. However, after looking around, he remembered that he had left his mobile phone in the living room. on the sofa.
Thinking of Xiao Yuanmu's expression that was so cold that he could instantly freeze a person, Song Xuanhe kicked a low stool, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Downstairs, Xiao Yuanmu stood there for a long time before turning back to the restaurant. After seeing the mess, his eyes sank slightly, and he left without taking another look.
The dinner was ruined by Song Xuanhe, Xiao Yuanmu didn't have any appetite, so he simply went back to the room, he had to go through the living room to go upstairs, halfway there, he stopped, and saw the mobile phone that had fallen beside the sofa.
Xiao Yuanmu paused for two seconds, walked over and picked it up.
Before the screen of the phone went dark, Xiao Yuanmu glanced over it and found that it was the company's internal communication webpage. He didn't intend to read more, but his eyes found very familiar words.
He turned his phone and saw the post that Song Xuanhe was looking at. The title was "The male god Xiao Yuanmu and the goddess Yang Ran of the venture capital department were separated. Looking at the back of the goddess with a lonely expression", there was also a picture of Xiao Yuanmu Yuanmu at the bottom. Looking at the picture of the back of a goddess with long curly hair.
Xiao Yuanmu's brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes suddenly floated. Song Xuanhe's expression that seemed extremely aggrieved just now, he pursed the corners of his mouth, the depressed gloom in his eyes dissipated a little, and he turned and went into the kitchen.