MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 62 Sixty-two gangsters

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"Xiao ... what happened to you?"

Song Xunhe was surprised. He subconsciously raised his hand to help Xiao Yuanmu's slightly lowered body. He held his head with his right hand and fixed his waist with his left hand. However, when he met him, he found that Xiao Yuanmu had cold sweat on his forehead. The back of the shirt was soaked with sweat, while Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were closed tightly, his face and lips were pale.

"Xiao Yuanmu?" Song Yonghe gently patted his face, his hands were cold, and he saw his eyes tremble slightly, and said quickly: "Where are you uncomfortable? I took you to the bed and immediately called the doctor, You bear it. "

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes opened a little. Even when he was weak, his cold eyes did not alleviate half a minute, even colder and sharper than usual. It was like a calm and broken lake, suddenly covered by snow and ice, under the ice, It is endless defense and darkness.

"No." His voice was calm, he lifted his hands and stripped Xiao Yuanmu's hand on his waist, and slowly stood upright. Except for the cold and gloomy look and the pale face, he could hardly see that he had just fallen suddenly. The wolf howling underneath did not see any trace of discomfort.

If it weren't for Xiao Yuanmu's fall on his body just now, his fingertips would still feel the moist and cold feeling on his forehead, and Song Yonghe would almost have been deceived by his calm look.

"You are uncomfortable, maybe it's not a fever." Song Xihe looked up from his tight jaw, faced his eyes with a thin layer of ice, and calmly said, "You almost fainted, you must call the doctor. . "

The chill in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes was more solidified in Song Yihe's word, his voice was colder, but because of his inability, he felt a little more dumb and said, "I said, no need."

He lifted his jaw, lowered his eyes slightly, and kept his cold and oppressive demeanor. His tone was also oppressive: "Now, you leave immediately, and don't appear before my eyes tomorrow morning."

Song Yunhe was unmoved and took out her cell phone and was ready to make a call.

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand and wanted to knock his cell phone, with a cold voice: "You didn't hear what I said?"

"I heard it." Song Xihe avoided his hand, and saw Xiao Yuanmu's increasingly pale face, coldly: "Who has prescribed that I should listen to you when I hear?"

He didn't pause, immediately dialed the hotel's emergency phone number, and just opened his mouth to order the housekeeper to bring the doctor to come right away. Xiao Yuanmu avoided the phone. His cold fingers wiped Song Xihe's, and there seemed to be a tremor. meaning.

"Song Yun and ..."

It seemed that Xiao Yuanmu's energy was consumed when he grabbed the phone. He suddenly stunned, and the hand on his side couldn't help covering his stomach anymore. The bloodless lip became straight, faint. It was sickly white, but despite that, his straight back was not bent, and he was determined not to show a trace of weakness in front of anyone.

He covered his stomach with one hand, and grasped the mobile phone snatched from Song Ye and his hands with tight knuckles in both hands, but his tone was as calm as ever, and he even said a few words: "I don't have a good stomach. It's old. Just rest for a while. Don't disturb me."

Song Zhenghe stared at him closely. At that moment, the system had told Xiao Yuanmu's physical condition in his mind: the low fever caused by irregular schedules and continuous staying up late, caused by physical fatigue and emotional fluctuations. Emotional stomach cramps.

He had not had stomach cramps, but had suffered from acute gastroenteritis due to alcoholism. He was so anxious that the stomach was constricted and stabbed at times, and the soreness was unbearably painful. He was in the same emergency room with him as a stomach cramp The patient, a 40-year-old man, shivered and shouted in the hospital bed, shouting and vomiting with his mouth open, and seemed to faint in the next second.

Song Yehe had been suffering from pain since he was a child. He remembered that his stomach pain was alleviated by the patient's look, and then he could not help but ask the doctor: "What happened to that person just now, is there something wrong with the internal organs? "

The doctor gave him a slight glance and replied, "Stomach cramps."

"It hurts so much?"

"Do you hurt now?" The doctor asked him back.

Song Yonghe naturally nodded, and the doctor laughed and said to him, "It's ten times more painful than you are now."

Since that day, Song Xunhe has changed his habit of eating indiscriminately. The three meals are normal and he does not drink too much. He keeps in mind the tragic condition of the patient with stomach cramps.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu with a calm expression at this moment, Song Kun and the hands on his side suddenly twitched, and his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

How painful Xiao Yuanmu experienced, can he be calm and calm while bearing the pain of making people cry and roll without showing the slightest difference, how difficult is the situation he has encountered, and he will always be there? Maintaining a strong and indifferent shell, even if it hurts and sweats all over the body, it is unwilling to let people glance at the slightest weakness.

Suddenly, Song Yunhe understood why Xiao Yuanmu had always refused and perfunctory. At this moment, he can no longer break open the armor-like shell of his armor, regardless of the blood inside him, just to feel at ease .

Song Yanhe stepped back, glanced over Xiao Yuanmu's pale face, then don't look away from him, pretending to believe him: "Since this, I won't bother you again, you can stay The room was closed, but I had to put a bowl of porridge and drink a cup of hot water in it. After all, it was also the hard work of other chefs. Can't you refuse?

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him. In fact, at this time, he didn't want anyone to disturb, and even didn't want anything in this suite to breathe, but he knew how bad Song Songhe was, and he couldn't support it anymore. How long.

"Put things away and leave immediately."

Song Zhenghe nodded his head slightly, turned and immediately put the porridge on the bedside table in Xiao Yuanmu's room, and a pot of hot water. After doing this, he kept his eyes on the door, and put down and covered him. Xiao Yuanmu's hand in the stomach did not even change his posture, and slightly pursed his lips: "I won't bother you again, you rest."

Seeing that the door was closed by Song Yan and intimate, Xiao Yuanmu barely supported his straight back and bent down instantly. He covered his stomach and slipped to the ground. The cold sweat on his forehead condensed into drops and fell on his black one. There was no trace on the trousers.

After a long delay, there was no movement outside, and Xiao Yuanmu's posture of sitting on the ground with her stomach crouching changed. She locked the door for the first time, and then grabbed the door's copper handrail. Stood up.

He had tried to straighten his lower back as much as possible, but the pain spreading from his stomach to his whole body still couldn't help but bend down, and when he got to the bed, he finally lost his strength and fell down.

When he closed his eyes, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes moved away from the porridge bowl and the insulated water cup, and he looked faintly towards the void. When the dim color in his eyes gradually faded, he closed his eyes and endured the familiar pain.

Xiao Yuanmu's mouth evoked a cold smile, but ... the most profound gift his family members gave him.

With the increase of pain, Xiao Yuanmu's pale mouth was gradually bitten by hemorrhage, but his consciousness became more sober than ever-the sense of uncontrollability after being reborn again, with the onset of old problems in the previous life, a little Back in Xiao Yuanmu's hands, those shakes and loves also ruled out reason.

Xiao family is his ultimate goal.

Instead of returning to the room, Song Yonghe waited in the living room, ready to deal with Xiao Yuanmu's special situation.

The system sees Song Yihe has been silent, and his complexion has never been complicated, and he can't help it: [Emotional stomach cramps are not effective even if they are taken to the hospital. It can only relieve him and the fever is not serious. ,You do not have to worry about. 】

Song Yunhe naturally knew that if it wasn't for 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 to go to the Xiao family?

Thinking of the contents of the book, Xiao Yuanmu has done a good job. No matter he is dealing with things in the mall or the Xiao family, he is undoubtedly capable, but is he happy?

Song Yonghe never thought about this problem, and the readers of this book never thought about it.

Xiao Yuanmu found his own parents and restored his honorable status, so that everyone who had offended him before deserved it, and finally became the Xiao family owner who made the world look forward to.

Seeing all this in the book at the time, Song Xunhe naturally felt Xiao Yuanmu was happy. It should be happy for the orphans to return to their parents, and it should be happy for the bottom of the society to become the heir of the chaebol, and it should be happy to retaliate all the enemies with your own hands ...

However, the author did not write about Xiao Yuan Mu Gao's dissatisfaction. He only told the reader that after Xiao Yuan Mu was reborn, he had everything the world envy and longed for, and all the things that made humans coveted were easily available to him. Everything was supplied to him in the best state.

So readers and Song Yihe thought that Xiao Yuan Mu was naturally happy.

But if happy, will Xiao Yuanmu have a gloomy and indifferent character until the end of the book? And what caused his unchanging indifferent character, really, are only those things that Song Yan and He caused before his rebirth?

Song Yanhe put his hands on his eyes. After the light disappeared, he seemed to hear Xiao Yuanmu across the wall bearing the painful groan of pain, fragile and forbearing, as if pushed back by darkness, he could only hide in the corner and lick The wounded cub, finally watching the darkness spreading the wound, faded the last trace of life.

[Song Yunhe! 】

The sound of the system suddenly sounded, pulling Song Yanhe back to God.

【what happened? 】

[What were you thinking? 】 The tone of the system is so dignified for the first time, it says: [The data on the completion of the world ’s main missions has just been abnormal, which means that you suddenly have a strong will to destroy key plots, if you do n’t control it well Your mind, when you act, the main brain will immediately realize that you will be forced to end the task at that time, because this is the worst violation of the task person, and then you will return to your body for another half a year There are no chances, and the soul is straight away. 】

The system says: [Song Yunhe, don't make claims, don't make fun of your own life. 】

After listening to the system, Song Yihe quietly listened to the system. His hands covering his eyes were not removed, but the eyes that had just been closed had been opened. The crystal light on the ceiling was bright and fell on his retina through the fingers, but suddenly It made him think of darkness. This beam of light was a bright color, but it seemed to be able to invade the human body, covering his eyes.

[Song Yunhe? ] The system called him again, with a worry in his tone: "Won't you think about it?" Think about it for yourself, now that Xiao Yuanmu's words have caused your tragic death story basically, you can return to your original world as long as you stay in the world for a year and a half, and then you There will also be a healthy body, do not impulse to do something wrong! 】

do wrong things?

Song Yan and He laughed, the system's worry was too redundant. Where is he? Xing Chi Yi Yi will see someone who roars out loudly. If he is such a person, he will not agree to the transaction with the system at first. Even when she knew that Xiao Yuanmu would have an accident, she would not turn a blind eye again and again, and even secretly pushed a hand.

From beginning to end, he was the one who was least qualified to sympathize or help Xiao Yuanmu.

[Song Yunhe? 】

Hearing Song Yehe's laughter, the system was a bit flustered. Every time Song Yehe laughed like this, he was in a bad mood. Wouldn't he really plan to organize the plot?

[Song ...]

Song Yonghe interrupted the system's re-exchange, and said coldly: [Reassure, the things you worry about cannot happen. 】

[Really? ] The system is a bit uneasy.

[Really. Song Yunhe took down his hands covering his eyes, and the corners of his mouth evoked: [Relax. 】

The system was dubious, and after thinking about it, he said: "Your parents' graves are already there, don't you ..."

【To shut up! 】

Song Yan and Huo got up, and their faces were almost icy cold for the first time. His hands on the sides were fists, and the air pressure was extremely low and extremely cold: [z48, pay attention to your words, forever Don't mention in front of me anything you shouldn't mention. 】

For the first time, the system was called by Song Yong and called its original name, and it was also the first time to see Song Yong and such a terrible look. Its chips seemed to be frozen for a moment. The data told it not to speak subtle at this time, but somehow, It looked at Song Yan and his face, and suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu.

Song Yan's expression at this moment was very similar to the look Xiao Xiaomu had just leaked.

The system said cautiously: [I see. 】

Song Yehe looked at the void a little coldly, and then sat down again, took a pillow and lay down on the sofa, closed her long curly eyelashes, and her eyes were dry and clean, and quiet.

Waking up again because of the ringtone of the phone, without the caller ID, but the number is vaguely familiar.

Song Yehe looked at the dark outside, and then looked at the closed door slowly before picking up the phone slowly, with a husky voice just waking up: "Who?"

"I'm Lu Chao." Lu Chao's voice was very low, and his tone was a little strange. "Tuo Er Shao Fu, my good brother was picked up. You said he could get into your eyes, my father. The horse kept him in the master bedroom on the second floor carefully, and he was preparing to host a dinner for the second younger to eat.

When he heard Lu Chao ’s voice, Song Yehe was like hanging up the phone, but after listening to the content, he laughed softly and said, "It is not necessary to eat. Since the Lu family is doing well, I will be natural by then. I'll greet a few uncles and hang up. "

"Song Xunhe!" Lu Chao's voice rose in vain, and drilled into the ear of Song Xunhe along the radio, making him take the phone a little further.

"We were once good brothers. You know that I hate that illegitimate child the most, and that bitch. The mother-in-law's sloppy family even asked for our family to pick him up and come back to recognize their ancestors. Because of this, Lu Yue ’s wild and hen girl dared to come to my Song family to ask for status, so angry that my mother almost jumped off the building and committed suicide! "

Song Yanhe removed the phone and got it back to his ear. He is in a bad mood now and needs some entertainment, so he said, "What else?"

"Also?" Lu Chao's pressing voice revealed a hint of hysteria. "And my father actually wanted to take that wild. The chicken was close to the door. The grandparents who had always been against it also defaulted. My mother didn't want to, my father would She was sent to a mental hospital! "

"Song Yunhe, you know exactly what will happen to Lu Yue when I get to my house! My mother was so nice to you before! Are you still human?"

Lv Chao's accusations were sentence by sentence, each with irresistible resentment, and seemed to want to cross the phone to eat his flesh and bones.

"Gone?" Song Yan and one hand dangled by the sofa, carelessly fiddled with the pages on the coffee table, his tone was very cold, as if he was disgusting with Lu Chao.

"Song Yunhe, I will make you pay!"

Lu Chao was so angry that he couldn't speak, and hung up the phone after leaving this sentence.

Song Xunhe threw the phone at random, picked up the magazine that had just opened the pages of the book, turned the page casually, and looked up bored in front of him.

——The world's huge wealth, hidden families that do not participate in wealth rankings, are truly wealthy to rival nations.

The title is quite boring, Song Yan and his eyes move down:

The eight major families are made up of eight powerful families of different races and different countries around the world, including the Huffman family in Lailai, the Guan family in Canada, and the source of the neon country ...

Song Yan and frowning, looked directly at the introduction of the Xiao family:

The Xiao family, a powerful family that originated in the ancient Hua Kingdom, is now one of the eight families. The Xiao family has penetrated into the steel and railway industries very forward-looking since the 1980s, and has been engaged in investment and bank credit businesses until So far, no one knows how much wealth has accumulated behind this family. They are not only standing on the top of the pyramid, but also making it impossible for them to exist.

The Xiao family attaches great importance to the education of their children and grandchildren. Before the Xiao family became adults, they rarely revealed their true identities. Until the adult age, they would walk at the forefront of all walks of life as the Xiao family, resulting in the Xiao family ’s true settlement. The country has also become very mysterious, no one knows for sure ...

Scanning these two paragraphs in a hurry, no interesting information was found. Song Zhehe threw the hand magazine aside with no interest, and opened his eyes without knowing what he was thinking.

I fell asleep after thinking about it, and didn't wake up until dawn.

The housekeeper happened to appear at this time. When I saw Song Ye and even changed his clothes, it seemed that he hadn't changed his expression when he was lying on the sofa all night. After greeting and reporting the breakfast prepared in the kitchen, he asked respectfully. "Master Song, is there anything special for breakfast?"

Song Yanhe glanced at the closed door and said quietly, "Preparing some light food, it is best to give it to those who are upset, especially sweet porridge."

The steward nodded respectfully and turned to command.

Song Yonghe returned to the room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and knocked on Xiao Yuanmu's door when he came out, no more than exactly three times.

The door opened quickly. Xiao Yuanmu was still in his clothes yesterday, but his face was much better. He glanced at Song Yunhe and said lightly, "I will come out after taking a shower."

Song Zhenghe nodded his head, and just wanted to speak, Xiao Yuanmu closed the door directly.

He looked at the closed wooden door in front of his eyes, twitched his lips a little, and turned to go directly to the restaurant.

The steward prepared quickly, and all the things just ordered were brought to the dining table. When he saw Song Ye and one person on the table, he also asked: "Is the sweet porridge scooped out or set aside."

Song Yan and He did not like to eat sweets in the morning, glanced at the delicately patterned porcelain bowl, and said, "Let's just leave it alone and wait for it to drink."

The steward leaned over and bowed his head. After the waiter set all the dishes behind, he said, "If there is any order, I will be at the door."

Song Yanhe quietly hummed, and just wanted to ask him about those things to support his stomach, he saw the steward turned in the direction of the restaurant and said, "Mr. Xiao, early."

Xiao Yuanmu nodded faintly. When he sat down opposite Song Yehe and saw the food on the table, his eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at Song Yehe who drank his porridge.

Noting his gaze, Song Yunhe lowered his spoon and said indifferently, "Is something wrong?"

Xiao Yuanmu looked back. After yesterday's events, he has not converged the coldness of his whole body, but only a pair of eyes restored the calm again, he said lightly: "I will resign today."

Song Yanhe stirred the porridge with a spoon, and his voice couldn't hear any emotion: "You told me yesterday."

"Also, I will move out of your apartment."

Song Yanhe raised his eyes, a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he could not see the bottom of his eyes: "Break up?"

Xiao Yuanmu and his eyes met, and he had made a decision last night, but he definitely answered with some hesitation. He suddenly thought that when he got up in the morning, the porridge on the bedside table was cold and there was still warm water. And the warm feeling of ironing when warm water flows across the throat and into the stomach.

At this point, maybe there will really be no chance to meet again in the future, and he is unwilling to keep another person who will affect his mood.

But you don't need to be so anxious, as long as you handle all of this before entering the Xiao family.

Xiao Yuanmu looked away and said quietly, "Just moving out."

"You mean, you resigned and moved out, we are still in a relationship?" Song Yan and his head tilted, his tone was a little surprised, and the meaning of the silk was unknown: "Why do you think that when you quit my job in the family and moved away After my apartment, would I still be in a relationship with you? "