At the doorway of the penthouse apartment in the garden in the center of Y, Xiao Yuanmu looked at the elegantly dressed woman two steps away with a calm gaze, and his tone was also calm and alienated: "May I ask you anything?"
Mrs. Xiao squeezed the handbag a little awkwardly, her well-maintained white fingertips exerted a little force, and the buckle inlaid with fine diamonds on the edge of the handbag was slightly white, her usual graceful posture was gone, only her eyes were slightly red.
The lost and recovered eldest son's "busy" for such a long time has already let her know his attitude towards the Xiao family and her and his father. He is not close to them, doesn't like them very much, and is even wary of them.
This realization made Mrs. Xiao so sad that she woke up crying in the middle of the night, but the eldest son she hadn't seen for more than 20 years was within reach, no matter how many times she was rejected, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to get closer to him.
Mrs. Xiao carefully looked at Xiao Yuanmu's eyebrows and eyes, which looked like her brother who had died early. The first time she saw Xiao Yuanmu, she knew that this was definitely his son. In this world, there is no one other than her eldest son. There might be someone who looked so much like her long-lost brother.
Facing Mrs. Xiao's almost scorching gaze, Xiao Yuanmu's expression was calm, but a trace of impatience flashed in the depths of his eyes, his Adam's apple twitched, and he said again: "Madam Xiao, what can I do for you?"
Mrs. Xiao was pulled back from her thoughts by his voice. She was nervous and pinched the fingertips of her handbag tightly because of the call, but she still smiled and said: "Yuan Mu, I am your mother, you don't have to Call me so strangely."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, but did not change his words, but said a third time: "What's the matter?"
"I heard that you usually don't eat breakfast in the morning." Mrs. Xiao bent her knees slightly, picked up the bamboo basket that had just been put aside, handed it to Xiao Yuanmu, and said, "You are so busy with work every day, if you don't eat breakfast The body can't bear it easily, so my mother made some and sent them to you."
Following her voice, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes landed on the beautifully woven bamboo basket, and then moved back to her face. Seeing her expectant expression, he raised his hand to take the bamboo basket in her hand: "Thank you."
Seeing him take it, Mrs. Xiao was overjoyed, and the smile on her face was a little more relaxed, and her next words were much smoother and more natural: "The porridge inside may need to be heated up. Mom will go in and warm it up for you. You can take a shower and come out. I can eat it, how about it?"
"No need." Xiao Yuanmu refused lightly: "I still have some things to deal with in the morning, so just eat a little."
"How is this possible?" Mrs. Xiao's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly: "Cold food is not good for the stomach."
"It's okay, Mrs. Xiao." Louis, who had been swept by Xiao Yuanmu's gaze several times, shook his bristling hairs, stepped forward and said with a smile: "We young people just like to eat cold food, since the food has been delivered , do you want me to take you down?"
Mrs. Xiao glanced at Louis who brought her, and then looked at Xiao Yuanmu whose expression never fluctuated, hoping that he could say something.
"Louis." Under Mrs. Xiao's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu finally said, "Send Mrs. Xiao down."
Louis nodded quickly. He was very nervous when he had to refuse Madam Xiao's request to bring Madam Xiao to Xiao Yuanmu's house because of his father's relationship with the Xiao family. Louis felt deeply uneasy, and just wanted to take Mrs. Xiao out of here immediately, hoping that Xiao Yuanmu would be merciful when he troubled him.
"Mrs. Xiao, this way please." Louis pressed the elevator, and the gentleman bowed and raised his hand to block the elevator door, with a smile on his face.
Mrs. Xiao nodded gracefully, and smiled slightly at Xiao Yuanmu: "Then mother will come to see you tomorrow."
"Don't bother." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Louis and said, "I will make breakfast myself."
Mrs. Xiao paused for a moment while holding the handbag, and smiled a little stiffly: "Since this is the case, next time, mom..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a bell.
She was slightly taken aback, and then there was a little joy in her eyes, she hadn't finished speaking, if Xiao Yuanmu wanted to answer the phone at this time, she could stay here for a while longer.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't pay attention to Mrs. Xiao's expression, and when she heard the familiar bell ring, her attention was already drawn away by the sound in the living room.
"Go and answer the phone." Mrs. Xiao smiled understandingly: "Mom is waiting for you here."
Xiao Yuanmu paused when he raised his leg, and quickly walked to the sofa to pick up the phone. Seeing the smile in the familiar Remark's eyes, he picked it up and said softly, "Wait a minute."
Then he turned around, walked quickly to the door, and said, "I have important things to deal with now, you..."
"It's okay, mom has nothing else to do. Mom will talk to you after you finish talking."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at Louis. In fact, Louis also wanted to hear Xiao Yuanmu's call. Ever since he heard about Xiao Yuanmu's lover from Yang Jie last time, he had been very curious about him. Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu's expression was obviously a little more excited than before, he knew that the caller must be his legendary lover, but the enthusiasm of the gossip was not comparable to Xiao Yuanmu's horror.
He shrugged his eyebrows with some pity, and then looked at Mrs. Xiao with a smile: "Mrs. Xiao, I..."
"You don't need to see me off." Mrs. Xiao looked at the back of Xiao Yuanmu who had already entered with some anxiety, struggling between politely leaving and rudely staying, and finally the temptation to stay with her son for a while overcame reason. She smiled gently and gracefully: "It's fine if I just stay here and wait for him, Louis, if you have something to do, you can leave first."
"No, no, it's my honor to serve you." If Mrs. Xiao was left alone in front of Xiao Yuanmu's door, Xiao Yuanmu might peel his skin after the phone call. You wait for him together."
Mrs. Xiao smiled more sincerely when she heard the words, "Thank you."
Over there, Xiao Yuanmu left Mrs. Xiao to Louis, and then entered the room. He stood by the French window and looked at the garden and river downstairs. Hearing the shallow breathing over there, there was a little bit of a smile in his eyes.
"Now you can talk, why are you calling me at this time?"
At this time, it should be eight o'clock in the evening in the imperial capital. Song Xuanhe rarely contacted him at this time, so Xiao Yuanmu was very pleasantly surprised when he received this call.
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's clear voice, Song Xuanhe also felt a little less irritable. He glanced at Song Jiabao and the others, then looked away and said, "There is something I want to tell you."
Xiao Yuanmu leaned against the transparent glass in a relaxed posture, with soft eyes: "What's the matter?"
The corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth twitched, and after seeing the pleading expression of Song Jiabao's family, he tightened his mouth again, and asked with lowered eyes, "Are you busy recently?"
"Not busy." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at his watch and a large stack of neat documents on the table, and said without changing his face: "These two days are very relaxing, you can take a rest."
Song Xuanhe was thinking about something and didn't pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's tone. Hearing this, he just hummed lightly, glanced at the pale-faced Song Jiabao, turned around and walked upstairs.
"What happened to that interview?"
Song Xuanhe asked as he walked, and the Song family stretched their heads to listen to the content of the phone. However, Song Xuanhe had long legs and fast feet, and could walk four or five steps in one step. He disappeared after a while, and then just Can hear the door slamming.
Xiao Yuanmu: "Which interview."
Song Xuanhe closed the door, found a place to sit down and asked, "How many interviews have you participated in?" "
Xiao Yuanmu turned around and walked towards the central big bed: "One."
Song Xuanhe put his foot on the coffee table: "Then which one do you say?"
"Then what part of the interview do you want to ask about?"
Xiao Yuanmu went to the bed and sat down, turned on the hands-free and put the mobile phone by his hand, changed his home clothes and put on his shirt, fiddling with the cuff buttons with his knuckle-knuckle fingers, his tone was a little careless.
Song Xuanhe heard the rustling noises and Xiao Yuanmu's voice obviously farther than before, paused, and asked: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Change clothes."
Song Xuanhe put down the legs on the coffee table, lifted the legs of the coffee table, lifted them up and stepped on the edge of the coffee table, pushing the coffee table away with a little force with his legs, before asking him: "Did you call me?" Time to change clothes?"
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was light: "Louis is waiting for me outside the door, I can't meet him in home clothes."
Song Xuan and Yang Mei didn't pursue the matter, and turned back to the topic: "What does your interview mean? We have already broken up, why do you say that I am still with you?"
Xiao Yuanmu paused with his cuff buttons, and said in a low voice: "You said that we each insist on our own understanding of this relationship. You think we broke up, but I don't think so. I only said what I think , if you disagree with what I said, you can also express your thoughts on the public platform."
Song Xuanhe slowly pushed the legs of the coffee table, his expression was blank for a few seconds, and then his face twitched: "I say now that I haven't broken up with you, who will believe it?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's angry voice, Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and locked his cuffs, because of a slightly hoarse smile at the end: "This is your business."
Song Xuanhe was a little shocked by Xiao Yuanmu's shamelessness, so that he was speechless for a while. He felt that his brain was kicked by a donkey just now because of the little possibility revealed in Xiao Yuanmu's tone. There was no surprise at all, and he directly gave up the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of Song Jiabao's family.
At that time, why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu was already very tired, and he didn't want to take these things to make him unhappy all morning.
Song Xuanhe pushed the tea table away with one foot, and his legs fell on the ground. For some reason, Xiao Yuanmu's smiling voice reminded him of his slightly curved eyes, which were full of smiles. Er'er's unhappiness can dissipate at any time, he doesn't like being emotionally affected by Xiao Yuanmu, so he pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "Then what's the matter with the invitation."
The smile in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes paused slightly, and his jaw tightened a little bit: "The Xiao family sent it to you?"
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned: "You don't know?"
Xiao Yuanmu looked away from the door, and his smiling voice returned to his coldness: "Don't come."