Song Xuanhe blinked, looked away and said: "We just said that you are leaving Huaguo and we broke up. Since we have broken up, there is no point in entangled with substitutes."
"Okay." Song Xuanhe looked at the two photos in his hand. Although he wanted to admit it directly, he couldn't involve Xiao Shenglin in his affairs with Xiao Yuanmu, let alone his relationship with Xiao Yuanmu. The matter between Yuan Mu has nothing to do with Xiao Shenglin, he said: "Since you want an answer, let me tell you no, the matter between me and you has nothing to do with Xiao Shenglin, he is just a friend to me That's all."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe's expression, and the corners of his mouth deepened: "I believe in you."
"Now that this matter has been clarified." Song Xuanhe threw the photo on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm also a little hungry, you should go downstairs first."
Xiao Yuanmu paused, stood up, raised Song Xuanhe's chin, and kissed Song Xuanhe's lips before turning and leaving.
[The original owner liked Xiao Shenglin before? ] Song Xuanhe asked in his mind: [Why do I not have this memory?]
[I do not know either!]The system is also very puzzled by the current situation, [I can be sure that your memory is the complete memory of Song Xuanhe, but it does not rule out that the Lord God felt that some memories had no effect on you, so he blurred them.]
[What's the meaning?]
The comparison of the two photos just now really gave Song Xuanhe a huge shock. When he met Xiao Shenglin, he had always been gentle, polite and easy to get along with. The proportion of Xiao Shenglin in the original owner's memory was not too much, and The original owner's feelings towards Xiao Shenglin were very plain, so when he saw Xiao Shenglin for the first time, he just went through it lightly and didn't look at those memories carefully.
Hearing what the system said at this time, Song Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a bad feeling instantly.
The system's words affirmed the accuracy of his intuition: [For example... the main god feels that these memories are useless for the task and may even affect the completion of the task, then he will withdraw the original owner's feelings for that memory, and the memory you accept is complete , but you can't feel the emotion of the original owner at that time, human beings have no emotional tendency, if you judge the memory only through the picture, it will be inaccurate.]
[Mistakes? ] Song Xuanhe repeated the four words of calm and breezy, he didn't know whether it was anger or anger, but thinking of the situation in front of him, he quickly calmed down: [In short, this matter is over, you What else is hidden from me or what is wrong with my memory, you can tell me together now.]
[Gone.]
[real?]
[It's gone! ] The system said: [However, what are you and the boss going to do? Except for the situation where the boss’s emotions fluctuate too strongly, at other times I can no longer accurately judge the boss’s mood, and I can no longer help you. You ask yourself What a blessing.]
It was said as if it had helped him before.
Song Xuanhe has long been used to the uselessness of the system, and said: [Just don't hold back.]
[The boss is done cooking the noodles!]The system is always paying attention to the movement of another person in a room, and hastily said: [I always feel that it is not a good idea for you to break up with the boss. Anyway, you two are not on the same board, and it doesn’t make sense to break up or not. I detected When you proposed to break up, Xiao Yuanmu's mood swings were the highest ever, and I noticed the sharp ups and downs of the swings, so I think it's best for you to deal with it first. The boss is here, brother, take care.]
One second before Xiao Yuanmu stepped into the living room, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes very sharply. Xiao Yuanmu met his gaze, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. Xuanhe stood up and said, "Is the face ready?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, and Song Xuanhe walked towards him.
After half a month, Song Xuanhe tasted Xiao Yuanmu's tomato and egg noodles again, devoting himself to tasting them, temporarily forgetting the topic of breaking up just now.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't plan to eat anything at first, and under his influence, he unknowingly finished eating the noodles in the bowl.
"Thank you for the noodles. It's delicious." Song Xuanhe put down his chopsticks and remembered Xiao Yuanmu's leaving. After thinking about it, he asked, "When are you going to America?"
Xiao Yuanmu was clearing the table, he paused when he heard this, and lowered his eyes: "Soon."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, but did not ask further.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, Song Xuanhe sat in the dining room without moving, waited until Xiao Yuanmu tidied up everything and came out, then got up and said: "It's getting late, I'll go back first."
"Three hours later."
Song Xuanhe paused for a moment with his raised foot, and some didn't react: "What after three hours?"
"Go to America."
Song Xuanhe opened his eyes slightly: "Morning?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded lightly, and Song Xuanhe felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, but it was only a moment before he calmed down and said calmly: "I have to go to work tomorrow, so I won't see you off. See you again."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door, and when he was about to change his shoes at the door, he realized that his phone was still on the sofa, but just as he walked over, he saw that Xiao Yuanmu had already picked up his phone first.
Song Xuanhe stretched out his hand: "Thank you."
"Are you angry?" Xiao Yuanmu's hand holding his mobile phone was hanging down, and he didn't return the mobile phone to him. The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and his clear voice carried a trace of anticipation that he didn't even notice.
"Why should I be angry?" Song Xuanhe clasped his chest and said, "We broke up just now, so we can get together and break up, so I won't be angry with my ex-boyfriend."
"I didn't agree to break up." Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips, and his dark eyes sank.
Song Xuanhe raised the corners of his mouth: "I thought we had reached a consensus."
Xiao Yuan Mu Dingding glanced for a few seconds, seeing that he didn't intend to explain, he smiled angrily, he raised the corner of his mouth, and said: "At first you said the beginning, now you are the one who said the end, there is a beginning and an end, very good. "
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and remained silent.
Xiao Yuanmu walked towards Song Xuanhe step by step, and said in a calm manner: "It's just that I regret that I haven't fulfilled the responsibilities of a lover. Before reaching a consensus, I should at least fulfill the obligations between lovers once."
When Xiao Yuan was only half a step away from Song Xuan and Song Xuan, his dangerous intuition hit Song Xuan and his spine straight to the scalp. How do you want to do your duty?"
In between breaths, Xiao Yuanmu grabbed Song Xuanhe's wrist, pressed his hands against the wall with one hand before he could react, unbuttoned his shirt with the other hand, and stared down at Song Xuanhe. Looking at him, the lowered voice seemed to be whispering: "Doing what lovers will do is to be considered responsible."
It wasn't until the chill from the open balcony door brushed over Guangguo's abdomen that Song Xuanhe realized the situation belatedly. However, he was so surprised that he forgot to struggle for a while, and just stood there in astonishment. Eyes wide open, thinking about what Xiao Yuanmu could do with him if he couldn't be tough.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't let him think for too long, he closed his eyes and held his lips, sucked lightly and then stuck his tongue in. The hand that was unbuttoning his shirt just now had already reached the bottom, and he took off his trousers with dexterous fingers. , and then grabs right there.
Song Xuanhe was startled, his hands imprisoned behind his back began to struggle, Xiao Yuanmu's kiss moved to his earlobe, his teeth rubbed against each other, and a sudden lick brought trembling sensations, Song Xuanhe It was the first time he knew that the ears of this body were so sensitive, and the strength he had just accumulated dissipated instantly.
On the contrary, it was Xiao Xuanhe who gradually looked up.
Xiao Yuanmu smiled lowly, his hands kept moving, feeling his tense body and trying to struggle, lowered his voice and said: "I said before, I have a way to verify..."
"Don't, it's too much..." Song Xuanhe took a deep breath, turned his face away from Xiao Yuanmu's kiss on his neck, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I lied to you..."
The movements of Xiao Yuanmu's hands suddenly accelerated, Song Xuanhe's whole body went limp, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. After a while, he realized that his whole body became stiff.
"So...you didn't lie to me."
Xiao Yuanmu's chuckle rang in his ears, Song Xuanhe ground his molars and just wanted to speak, but his whole body tensed up when he spoke, and his eyes widened in disbelief—Xiao Yuanmu's hand moved behind him.
…
The aftertaste has not yet dissipated, the balcony door is not closed tightly, the cold wind blows into the living room with heating, and the faint smell of mutton is mixed with the warming wind wafting in the air.
Song Xuanhe, who was sitting on the sofa, only had an open white shirt on his body, his face was still flushed, staring at Xiao Yuanmu who was wearing the same black shirt, gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "You Wait for me!"
Xiao Yuanmu passed the cuff button handles pulled from Song Xuan and the shirt sleeves through the finished cuffs, adjusted the position of the cuff buttons slowly, and fixed the cuff buttons.
"I'm waiting for you."
Xiao Yuanmu was obviously in a good mood, the smile on his face was unprecedentedly gentle, and his deep eyes were especially affectionate when they were not cold. He walked up to Song Xuanhe and stared at him with downcast eyes. After a few seconds, his fingers rubbed Touching his red and swollen lower lip, his peach eyes were full of affection, and his clear voice was hoarse after being satisfied: "But next time, I won't let you go so easily."
Song Xuanhe stretched out his hand and wanted to hit Xiao Yuanmu's nose with his fist, but the raised hand was so sore that it seemed to be holding an iron for two hours - in fact, it was almost the same.
At first, when Xiao Yuanmu's hand moved behind him, he didn't realize it, but when he almost squeezed a finger into it, he suddenly realized, and then he struggled violently.
However, Xiao Yuanmu held the weakness in his body that every man had to admit, as long as he moved, his accumulated strength would be scattered again and again. The only thing that can be called lucky is Xiao Yuanmu's one hand I grabbed his other hand and put it there, and I couldn't do anything with him for the time being. In the end, the two came and went, helping each other...
Then with such help, Song Xuanhe had completely forgotten the panic of almost falling behind, and suffered the humiliation of men! The hardware conditions are not as good as he recognizes, but the durability is also very different. The contrast between the two people helping each other for the first time is too great, and all he can think of is "recover the shame and regain the glory" eight times words.
With a record of 4-0, Song Xuanhe was very sure that this was the original owner's physical problem, and it was definitely not his problem.
Maybe it was because the smile in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes was too glaring, or maybe it was because the crisis of losing the rear was only a short moment before, and it was not as good as the man's dignity being attacked by provocation, which caused Song Xuanhe to speak out without fear. They even forgot that they were talking about breaking up before: "Wait, I'll let you know who won't let you go."