Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 81: Eighty-first boss

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New Year's greetings gossip, from greetings to blessings, even if the other person doesn't make a sound, it's like a one-man show for a long time. Song Xuanlin lowered his eyes and responded politely from time to time. In the dust, Song Jiabao's father turned up a corner of his collar.

The people over there were still talking, Song Xuanlin responded lightly, turned around and wanted to go outside to take a breath, his footsteps and head turned back first, the arm and body holding the phone were only slightly tilted, just as he was about to turn around, the movement suddenly After a pause, the center of the eyebrows also frowned following the pause.

His gaze fell not far away, besides the voices of New Year greetings and the voices on the sofa behind.

"Jiabao found a girlfriend a few years ago, and his mother and I didn't like it. These young kids haven't thought about it deeply in picking their wives. Only when they get older will they know how important it is. But speaking of it, Xuan Lin is so old, has he brought a girl back, if he doesn't have a girlfriend, his aunt and I can look after him for him first."

"No hurry." Li Nian'an said with a smile in his voice, "He's not old now, and it's too early for a child to get married at thirty, so we don't rush him."

"This is impossible." Song Jiabao's father said: "A man has to start a family first and then start a career. Xuan and her boyfriend have made several friends, and Xuanlin hasn't seen a shadow yet."

The voice from the other side of the sofa came clearly, Song Xuanlin listened quietly, his eyes didn't move, and the frown between his brows became tighter and tighter.

"He Bao is young and playful." Li Nian'an said in a doting tone, "This child has been spoiled too much by us since he was a child. He really didn't speak very nicely about Jiabao. I hope you don't care about the child."

"How can it be?" Song Jiabao's mother laughed twice: "My Jiajiabao felt ashamed of him, so he rushed to apologize as soon as he was in better health. Speaking of which, the two of them didn't know what to whisper outside. , I haven't come back yet, how about I go and have a look..."

"Boys." Song Jiabao's father interrupted his wife and said, "Fights usually don't hold grudges. Besides, they grew up together and are brothers. It's normal to say a few words when they get back together. Didn't you Interrupt their communication?"

"Also hahahahaha." Song Jiabao's mother covered her mouth and laughed.

Hearing their conversation, Song Xuanlin's mouth twitched a little, then raised his hand to his lips and coughed silently twice, regaining his calm expression.

"It's just that the weather is a bit cold." Song Jiabao's mother said worriedly after laughing, "It's snowing heavily outside, will the two children freeze if they just stay outside like this?"

Li Nian'an smiled and said: "That's right, if sister-in-law is worried, it's good to look for them."

"Where can I let you go." Song Jiabao's father stood up with a smile: "You two are chatting, and I just want to go out to smoke a cigarette, and see what they are saying by the way."

Song Jiabao's father turned around as he spoke, but just as he took a step, he was held down by a force and sat back on the sofa, with a dazed expression: "Xuanlin, you are..."

"Uncle." Song Xuanlin straightened Song Jiabao's father's collar: "Your collar isn't done properly."

Li Nian'an's expression paused, and when Song Jiabao's mother looked over, he smiled and said, "This child has been obsessed with cleanliness since he was a child, and he loves to be neat. He can't even see a little bit of irregularity, so you can laugh at him."

Song Jiabao's father only reacted at this time, and he couldn't help being flattered.

He has always liked this eldest nephew, both in character and in grades, he surpassed Song Jiabao by a large margin, let alone Song Xuanhe.

So he always hoped that Song Xuanlin would be his son, or that it would be better if he was Song Yansong's son. It's just that Song Xuanlin is precocious and respectful. Usually, it's not because they are relatives and how close he is to him. He doesn't even call him uncle like Song Xuanhe, but cousin. Today's sudden surprise made him smile bloomed.

"There's nothing to laugh at." Song Jiabao's father said with a smile, "Xuan Lin is a prudent kid. Fortunately, he saw it and tidied it up for me. Otherwise, when I go to see my friends at night, they will all laugh at me."

He turned his head to look at Song Xuanlin: "Thank you, Xuanlin."

"You're welcome, Uncle."

Song Xuanlin glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye, nodded slightly and sat down beside Song Jiabao's father. However, just as he sat down and was about to say something, he heard the sound of a slam on the glass facing the garden.

Everyone in the living room frowned, and all looked in the direction of the incident.

"What's going on?" Song Guochao stood up immediately, and when he stood up, he saw Song Jiabao outside the floor-to-ceiling window who was beaten by Song Xuanhe until his face was covered in blood. He quickly shouted: "Song Xuan And! What are you doing!"

Song Yansong closed his eyes to rest his mind, but when he heard Song Guochao's stern voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, Song Jiabao's parents had already walked to the French window in three steps and two steps quickly, trying to push open the locked French window, but they were too anxious to open it after a few times.

The Song family’s house has a good sound insulation effect, even the floor-to-ceiling windows connecting the garden and the living room have been sound-proofed, but Song Xuanhe quickly calmed down after being furious, and kept letting the system pay attention to the movement in the house, so as early as Song Xuanlin The system reminded him the first time he found it, but at that time, his heart was full of anger and he didn't intend to stop at all.

It's just that Song Xuanlin's actions later surprised him, and at the same time, his anger subsided a little. In addition, Song Jiabao's face had almost nowhere to attack, and even his gauze-wrapped arm was kicked by him. I don't know if it was broken or what, but now he is drooping and unable to move, humming and screaming, and he can't even make a sound, which really doesn't arouse his desire to strike again.

So he directly picked up Song Jiabao and hit the glass, reminding everyone in the room.

[Brothers...] The system swallowed very humanely: [What are you doing? Hitting someone and making a scene known to everyone? Also... you're a little too ruthless...]

Seeing Song Xuanhe's calm and calm expression, the system stopped halfway through his words. For some reason, it always felt that he saw another very familiar shadow on Song Xuanhe at this time, but at this time it was Look up the laws of this country and analyze the Song family's attitude towards this matter. There is no extra data to analyze who Song Xuan looks like at this time.

However, there is one thing that it knows without analyzing it. It has a huge error in Song Xuanhe's data archives. In its files, Song Xuanhe's risk index is C, which is only one grade higher than the D+ of ordinary people's data. The S level of the protagonist Xiao Yuanmu is even farther apart. At this time, it seems that Song Xuan and the dangerous level in the file may need to be re-analyzed.

[I detected... Song Jiabao suffered three broken ribs, a severe head injury, and 21 soft tissue contusions all over his body, among which the waist and abdomen were the most serious, but there is no internal bleeding for the time being, but his arm has been completely broken. Suffering such a violent secondary injury before healed up will cause certain sequelae in the future under the current medical level in the world. As far as I know, the laws of this country are serious injuries caused by intentional injuries and...]

[okay.]

Song Xuanhe interrupted the system in his mind, let go of Song Jiabao who was speechless, stood up and looked at the crowd who finally opened the glass door.

[You can't go to jail!]The system is a little anxious: [If you go to prison, the mission can only be judged to be a failure. In this case, you will...]

Song Xuanhe's eyes swept over Song Xuanlin who was frowning slightly but didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, standing in front of the emotional Song Jiabao's mother, and stayed for two seconds on the face of Li Nian'an who was walking towards him with a worried face, and finally fell On the face of Song Yansong, who walked steadily and looked majestic.

He asked softly: [Before you found me and entered this book, didn't you read what happened to me before?]

Facing Song Xuanhe's sudden and unrelated question, the system didn't even pause, and replied directly: [The system has no right to infringe on the host's privacy. This is the first rule of the system. For analysis, there will only be a screening of major events that have happened to the host in the past year, and the limit must not be exceeded. Once violated, it will be noticed by the mastermind and then destroyed.]

Afraid of Song Xuan's misunderstanding, the system also added a sentence: [It is absolutely impossible for me to privately investigate anything about you in another world or view any of your private memories, so I don't know what happened before you entered this world .]

Song Jiabao was lifted up by his mother, he curled up and moaned, his mother screamed and asked someone to call a doctor, the servant who was hiding far away picked up the phone when Song Xuanlin raised his hand to call the private doctor, Song Guochao Angrily glaring at Song Xuanhe, besides anger, there was also a trace of hidden deep surprise. Only Song Yansong was neither happy nor angry, and only glanced at Song Xuanhe who was standing where he was, without saying a word.

Song Xuanhe lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips indistinctly, and said to the system in his mind: [I don't have the right to check... It doesn't matter, as long as you know that I will be fine.]

[Why can you be so sure?]The system observes and analyzes the mood swings of everyone present, and calculates the possibility of them calling the police and arresting Song Xuanhe. I feel that my main brain is a little hot because of the fast operation.

[Because...] Song Xuanhe hid his bloody hand back, and pursed his lips after seeing Song Yansong's slightly wrinkled eyebrows, but his voice was calm and calm: [Because the last one who fought with me The person is still lying in the hospital unconscious, but when you found me, I was fine, right?]

After finishing speaking, Song Xuanhe looked up at Song Yansong and said, "I will take full responsibility."

Song Guochao hurriedly said, "Of course you have to be responsible for this matter! Even if it's your cousin, you can't..."

"Shut up." Song Yansong first glanced at Song Guochao lightly, and then said softly to Song Xuan: "No matter what the contradiction is, you can't beat your cousin like this. Apologize to him immediately!"

Just as Li Nian'an was about to walk in front of Song Xuanhe, Song Guochao's eyes widened in disbelief, and the couple supporting Song Jiabao had tense expressions but did not make a sound.

Song Xuanhe glanced at Song Guochao, curled the corners of his mouth sarcastically, then turned to look at Song Jiabao, leaned slightly, apologetically: "I'm very sorry."

From the eyes of others, it seemed that Song Xuanhe was bowing, only Song Jiabao shrank back in horror, not daring to look at Song Xuanhe's eyes, which were clearer than anyone else and seemed to be full of apology.

Only he knows how terrifying the owner of these eyes is. When Song Xuan and scarlet eyes shook their fists, he was happy because Song Xuanhe was angered, but the next second, Song Xuanhe quickly regained his composure, but He didn't stop, but became more ruthless.

Song Xuanhe's every hit on his body fell on the most painful and tricky place. He hummed and couldn't make a sound, so he could only curl up to avoid it. Later, he watched helplessly that he was still in a bandage His hand was crushed again by him, but the piercing pain couldn't compare to the horror he felt when he saw Song Xuan and those crystal clear eyes.

The painful groans couldn't affect him, and the blood stains on his hands couldn't stop him. What kind of person is able to maintain calm and clarity while beating and torturing others.

Song Jiabao realized very clearly that the Song Xuanhe he knew before was not his real appearance at all, he was not a normal person at all, just like a demon.

No, Song Xuanhe is the devil.

Song Jiabao shrank into his mother's arms, his teeth were shaking and he could not make a sound, only his pale face showed his fear.

Song Xuanhe blinked slowly, and said: "It seems that my cousin is not willing to forgive me. In this case, I will take full responsibility. Whether it is calling the police or paying compensation, I can accept it."

Song Jiabao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, if Song Xuanhe went to prison, then he wouldn't have to be afraid... Halfway through thinking about it, he met Song Xuanhe's clean and innocent eyes just like when he hit him just now, and couldn't help but shudder .

Do not! Under the operation of the Song family, it is impossible for Song Xuanhe to go to jail! If Song Xuanhe wanted to take revenge on him at that time, he might kill him!

Song Xuanhe will definitely kill him! Song Jiabao was even more frightened, coughing dryly and wanting to speak.

The mother who was holding him hurriedly said: "Jiabao, don't talk, don't move, wait until the doctor comes to see it, and then tell me if it's okay, be good, listen to mom."

"Why call the police?" Song Yansong's stern eyes fell on Song Jiabao's parents, lingering on his mother's face for a few more seconds, and then said: "The family doctor will come soon, and the family's conflicts have not caused trouble. Everyone knows the reason, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, there is no reason for the police to come and go.”

Hearing this, Song Jiabao's mother froze and turned to look at her husband. Song Jiabao's father gritted his teeth, and echoed in a squeezed voice: "Yes, it's just kids playing around, there's no need to call the police. It's all a family. Make a fuss like that."

Song Yansong looked at Song Xuanhe sternly, and scolded in a deep voice: "Don't apologize to your cousin anymore! Get out of here until you get his forgiveness, and don't spend this year at home!"

The system was startled by Song Yansong's seemingly angry words without any substantive accusations. It whispered: [Don't you humans do things according to the law? What you did to Song Jiabao can already constitute intentional harm, and Song Jiabao's parents will never seek justice for their son.]

Song Xuanhe didn't answer the system's words, but leaned over to look at Song Jiabao again, and said softly, "Cousin, I'm sorry."

Song Jiabao shuddered, retched a few times before squeezing out a voice from his throat: "I cough, I forgive... you!"

"The doctor is here!"

The servant trotted forward, but did not get close to the inside of the garden. Instead, she stood beside her and raised her volume to remind the masters that behind her was a doctor who rushed over a few steps behind.

Song Yansong paused for a moment when he saw the doctor, then glanced at Song Xuanlin who contacted the doctor, and then nodded: "The doctor is here, let him show Jiabao."

Song Xuan and the doctor who saw him raised their eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say much. Song Jiabao's parents let go of Song Jiabao. They were more concerned about their son's health than how to deal with this matter.

The doctor squatted down to examine Song Jiabao, pressing the places on his body with his palms, and asked him how he felt every time he went to a place, and the answer was Song Jiabao's more intense screams.

In the end, the doctor frowned and concluded: "Multiple soft tissue contusions all over the body, no internal organs were injured, and the left arm may be fractured. You need to go to the hospital for an examination to get an accurate conclusion. I suggest sending him to the hospital immediately."

Song Jiabao's parents were shocked when they heard the words, and then their faces were filled with worry and heartache, as well as a trace of unconcealed resentment.

Song Xuanhe naturally knew who the resentment was directed at, but he just lowered his eyes flatly, watching the doctor order the servants to carry Song Jiabao into the car—because Song Jiabao's parents tactfully said that the ambulance was sent to the car on the first day of the new year. It's not good to come to the door.

The car drove away slowly, the servants became orderly again, Song Guochao seemed unwilling to speak with a dark face, Song Yansong glanced at Song Xuanhe lightly, and said to him: "Follow me to the study."

Standing in the study, looking at the old man sitting behind the desk, Song Xuanhe felt that the scene in front of him was too familiar, as if it took him back a few years ago.

At that time, he sent his classmate who insulted his parents to the ICU. He heard that his life could be in danger at any time in a critical situation, and he would face prison at any time if he caused death. But at that time, he didn't care about these at all. Even if it was a life for a life, he didn't regret beating that person, let alone be afraid of being punished by law.

However, the grandfather dealt with everything vigorously and resolutely. He first asked him to apologize in front of the man's parents at the bedside of his son who was still awake, then compensated a huge amount of money, and gave up two investment departments from his hands after analysis. The cooperation with extremely high returns has calmed down the matter.

At that time, he had a little regret. He thought that his grandfather would not care about him, and thought that he could return to his parents. Unexpectedly, everything turned around and he saw the great role of power and money.

Also made him sick.

He remembered that his grandfather, who never changed his expression, slapped the table and scolded him for being useless, scolded him for being sorry for his parents, told him how much he sacrificed to keep his Song family, and then asked him why he couldn't learn from his cousin. Growing up under the knees of uncles and aunts, why is there such a big gap between them.

At that time, Song Xuanhe just sneered and said: "Tomorrow I will go racing in Liangshan. If you regret it, just create an accident that no one can notice or someone can find no evidence. After you have an explanation , the two cooperation cases don’t need to be given up.”

What answered him was the smashed inkstone and the blood on his forehead.

The seventeen-year-old self was really naive and ridiculous, just thinking about it again, Song Xuanhe never regretted making that person unable to open his mouth again. The only sad thing was that he failed to live up to his parents' expectations. He failed to become what they wanted to see. Instead, he became the bad boy they might frown upon seeing.

From that day on, Song Xuanhe became a little afraid of death. He was afraid that if his parents were disappointed in him, he didn't know what he would do if his parents didn't want to see him.

Whether alive or dead, can't find a place to return to

"Song Xuanhe, do you know what's wrong?"

Song Yansong's voice brought Song Xuanhe back to reality, he blinked in a daze, then lowered his eyes and said, "I see."

"Then tell me, what's wrong with you?" Song Yansong looked at Song Xuanhe, paying attention to his every expression without blinking, with a serious expression.

Song Xuan and Eyelashes were as calm as if they were still, and there was a trace of regret in their soft voice: "I shouldn't be too impulsive and hurt Song Jiabao."

"anything else?"

"I didn't consider that doing so might cause losses to the family." Song Xuan said softly, "I'm sorry for the expectations you and my mother have placed on me."

Song Yansong did not answer, his eyes fell on his drooping eyelashes, he sighed after a long silence, and the hale and hearty old man showed a trace of fatigue: "No matter how you usually behave, grandpa knows that you will not be so impulsive that you don't care about your life." Son, you did take Song Jiabao too seriously, but what you did wrong was that you didn't think clearly about the consequences before you did it. You have countless ways to teach Song Jiabao a lesson, but you chose the most impulsive one. What you did today Things, even your previous boyfriend can't compare."

Song Xuanhe looked up, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Although I don't like you being with that child, he is indeed a talent. Grandpa knows better than you what Song Jiabao looks like. It seems to be a momentary thing to do things when you are young and impulsive, but the price you can pay for impulsiveness may involve a lifetime. .”

"Similarly, you don't want to inherit the company now, but you may not regret your current decision in the future." Song Yansong stopped, the majestic expression on his face eased a little bit, and there was a rare trace of kindness on his thin and strict face. The look on his face: "This matter is over like this, and you will make a decision after careful consideration in the future. No matter whether you will inherit the company or not, don't let your impulse fool you."

Song Xuanhe nodded subconsciously, and Song Yansong waved his hand: "Go out, you will be grounded for a week from today, and you can only leave home on the eighth day of the lunar new year."

As soon as he walked out of the study, Song Xuanhe saw Song Xuanlin waiting outside the door. Seeing that Song Xuanhe's expression was the same, he nodded lightly and said to him, "Come with me."

Song Xuanhe paused for a moment, then raised his legs to follow.

After walking to the balcony on the second floor, Song Xuanlin stopped and said straight to the point: "Why did you hit Song Jiabao?"

"He did something that made me angry." Song Xuanhe leaned against the door and asked lightly, "You clearly saw me beating Song Jiabao, why did you help me?"

Song Xuanlin turned around, frowning for a moment, and then let go quickly, but there was a trace of surprise in his tone: "You promised mother to take care of you."

Song Xuanhe was slightly taken aback, then chuckled lightly and said, "What if you didn't agree."

"You are my younger brother." Song Xuanlin said lightly, "Although you are not the younger brother I imagined, I also recognize it."