Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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When Song Zhenghe just sorted out the plot that appeared in his mind, he heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice: "Why are you unhappy."

Questions are expressed, but declarative sentences are used. A pair of cold eyes looked at them, seemingly quiet, and there seemed to be waves in them.

"Because that kiss?"

Xiao Yuanmu was born again, this time using question sentences, but there are not many questions in his tone, but he is very calm.

Song Yuan and Yu Guang saw Xiao Yuanmu's indifferent expressions, and they just wanted to speak, and suddenly glanced at his red ears.

At such an instant, he suddenly remembered that it seemed that Xiao Yuanmu was very quiet after kissing him. Although he said he didn't speak very quietly before, but that kind of different quietness, specifically how different methods, Song Yanhe also I don't know how to describe it, but he can feel it.

And Xiao Yuanmu's red ear tip seemed to have been inadvertently seen the moment he pushed him away. At that time, he didn't pay attention. When he saw it again, he felt a strange feeling suddenly in his heart.

He almost forgot that this was Xiao Yuanmu's first kiss in this sense, and it was not counted that he had put up his mouth for the task.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, most of them have a special feeling for those things that happened for the first time, whether it is the first love or the first kiss, it is always more impressive than later.

Now, he has become the first kiss of this big brother.

Moreover, the big brother still had the tip of his ears pretending to talk to him calmly and coldly, and seemed to want him to express his thoughts on the kiss.

Song Zhenghe was a little surprised, he glanced at Xiao Yuanmu carefully, just right in line with his eyes, and his red ear tip was once again taken into his eyes.

Before falling in love, he was not without encountering objects without any experience, but those people compared to Xiao Yuanmu and gave him a completely different feeling.

This is probably the difference between the big guys destined to stand on the altar and ordinary people.

Song Yunhe looked away, pouting to park, walked out of the garage and watched the storm outside, and said to Xiao Yuanmu who had just got off the car: "I want to drink the seafood porridge that you remember, you can buy it."

Xiao Yuanmu stepped on his feet and looked at his straight back. The light in his eyes lightened slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent. He walked to Song Ye and looked down at the corners of his slightly frowned mouth and whispered: " I bought porridge and came back, wouldn't you be angry? "

The sound of heavy rain outside was fierce. Xiao Yuan Mu Qing's voice was mixed with the sound of rain. After being broken and integrated, it was low and light, giving people a slight illusion.

Song Yanhe blinked, his expression was blank for a moment, and he realized Xiao Yuanmu's meaning after a few seconds. He raised his head. The garage light was not bright, but Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were bright and bright. His eyes With his figure underneath, his cold voice was suppressed a bit, "Well?"

——I bought the porridge and came back, you will not be angry, will you?

His fingers curled, Song Yong and his subconsciously moved their hands to their backs. The fingers were straight and curved, and his heartbeat suddenly became strangely irregular. He took a breath without any trace, looked at his eyes, and said lightly: "I To drink porridge. "

Song Yanhe's eyes did not flicker, his clear eyes reflected his figure, but there was no trace of the look he wanted to see, Xiao Yuanmu's heart fluttered a little, and finally his eyelashes fluttered and trembled. He said, "Okay."

Watching the back of Xiao Yuanmu entering the rain curtain, Song Xunhe took the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "He didn't bring an umbrella in the plot, but this time he brought an umbrella."

The system knew that Song Yehe was talking to him. Although he didn't know how he spoke directly this time, he replied: [Such small details are easy to change, only the general direction will not change. 】

"The general direction?" Song Yan and Yan chuckled, "Xiao Yuanmu asked me to take revenge and then find seven boyfriends?"

The system was silent for a moment, although it was not human, but now felt that Song Yun and his emotions were a little bit wrong, but before he could think of one, then he saw Song Yun and turned to leave the garage, and his expression returned to normal. .

As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Song Yunhe's cell phone rang. He drank and picked it up. The voice was lingering: "What?"

"Song really came here and stayed there until now. The one who sent him out looked very close."

Song Xunhe was intrigued and laughed, "How close?"

"Kiss goodbye at the entrance."

"What about photos?"

"made a bid."

"There are others."

"Yes, since Song Guochao went in and out, all the places that can be taken have been taken, and they have been sent to your mailbox."

Song Kun and raised his eyebrows, went directly upstairs and turned on the computer, opened the mailbox and flipped through the photos one by one, and fluttered a laugh.

"You still said intimacy when you kissed the porch. People's rooms have performed primitive sports to do fitness and I haven't seen you."

There was a moment of silence there. As a private detective, he naturally knew the relationship between his employer and Song Guochao, so he did n’t tell this directly. He just waited for him to see the photos and found out that he did n’t think he did n’t mind, but he was kind happy.

However, private detectives also take money to deal with things, and Wen Yan only said: "The photos are not clear, so I didn't say."

"Why isn't it clear?" Song Zhenghe enlarged the photo and said, "This is so clear that anyone who has seen him can recognize it."

After speaking, Song Yan and his eyes lit up, saying: "You can't do spy missions, such as pretending to repair water pipes and then installing a few pinholes in the woman's room. Photographs, cameras, or eavesdropping devices. of."

"Sorry, Mr. Song, we don't provide illegal services."

Song Yihe also said casually that he could not help laughing when he heard the careful voice on the opposite side, and said, "Okay, you keep staring at that side, and Liu Xuan didn't let it go."

"No." The man hesitated, and said, "There seems to be someone on the catkins who wants to sneak shot something, but people on their side can't find a place and can only take a few shots outside."

Song Yan and Wen Yan smiled, and lazily leaned on the back of the chair: "Isn't that the one who is most helpful in giving snow in the snow, I will help her with all her troubles."

Detectives also had a lot of contact with Song Yehe, but after hearing what he said, he was shocked again by his shamelessness, so it took a few seconds to say: "Since this is the case, I wish Mr. Song heart Thoughts are done. "

Hanging up the phone, Song Yehe touched his chin, and increasingly looked forward to a good show in the future.

I took a shower and changed my home clothes. The rain outside didn't mean to decrease. Song Xun and the cell phone glanced at each other for a while, and the corners of the mouth that had been slightly hooked froze, and I was a little irritable.

He lay down on the bed, tossed and couldn't sleep, suddenly got up, rubbed his hair rudely, "How is Xiao Yuanmu now?"

The system can monitor every action of Xiao Yuanmu. As long as Song Yuanhe wants to watch, he can look like a live video and see what Xiao Yuanmu is doing.

The system did not expect that Song Yuanhe would suddenly ask about Xiao Yuanmu, but still replied: [It is still raining too much on the way to remember, and it took him ten minutes just to get out from here. 】

Keep in mind that in the old streets of Xicheng District, it takes about 30 minutes by car to drive here, and it is estimated that it will take longer even if the rain is heavy.

Song Yihe kicked the pillow to the ground without knowing what he was bothering with, but felt even more annoyed after turning on the light.

He got out of bed and drank a glass of water, then ran to the cloakroom to get a piece of clothing to put on, changed shoes and went straight out.

[Where are you going? 】

Song Yanhe started the car and said gently: "I can't sleep, go out for a ride."

Is it raining?

Although Ergou is not a human and does not know much about humans, but even so, he knows that no one will go out for a ride on a rainy day when the rain hits him.

But as long as Song Yunhe did not do anything against the plot, it would not obstruct, so she did not speak again.

When Song Yuanhe let the system broadcast Xiao Yuanmu's position, he stepped on the accelerator to keep in mind. As soon as he stopped, he saw Xiao Yuanmu carrying out the porridge.

However, keep in mind that the doorway is a sidewalk. To get a taxi, you must walk to the side of the driveway in the rain. In this weather, taxis are almost full and you ca n’t stop them at all.

After looking at Xiao Yuanmu and putting porridge in his arms, Song Yunhe stopped a few cars and saw none of them stopped, finally crossing his legs with his legs raised.

He took the umbrella, opened the car door and followed him far behind. To be honest, Song Yehe didn't know why he could sleep in a warm and dry quilt, but he was about to run out and be rained by the wind. After only two minutes of walking, he was soaked all over, and the umbrella he held was as if it was just a decoration.

However, Xiao Yuanmu in the front is still going, so Song Yehe cannot stop.

At this time it was almost eleven o'clock, it was too windy and rainy, and there were few people on the street. Even by the bus stop, there were only a few people waiting for the bus.

This platform didn't pass the bus where they lived, so Xiao Yuanmu didn't stop and went forward.

Song Kunhe stood at the crossroads, looked at the empty road on the right, suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the blue signpost not far away-Far East Road.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and was faintly able to see a black off-road driving towards this side. He has seen the plot many times over the past few days and he already remembers it.

Song Yunhe knew who was in that car and knew that the car would hit Xiao Yuanmu, so he didn't move and watched Xiao Yuanmu approaching the car quietly, holding the umbrella's phalanges. White. 2k novel reading network