Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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"What does this have to do with you?"

Song Yehe thought that Xiao Yuanmu wanted to ask him how his portrait was in his book. I didn't expect that it was a design drawing. Originally, Xiao Xiaojun, who had a dim cake, lifted his waist and raised his chin in full. Righteous.

Xiao Yuanmu did not miss the guilty conscience flashed in Song Yehe's eyes. He looked at him slowly and reasonably: "I just thought the designs were too amazing, so I asked."

With the brightening of Song Yan and his eyes, Wuyo's eyes almost shone out, and the end of his eyes bent hard to restrain.

At the beginning, he could learn to draw. In addition to being able to meditate, the biggest reason was that the teacher of their school art room was squatting at the door of his classroom every day. He kept saying that he could not neglect his talents, and could not miss him. He might become a generation of calligraphy and painting Good seedlings.

In order for him to become an art student, the entanglement method can be described as entanglement, but because of his status as a painting and calligraphy association, other teachers in the class ca n’t talk seriously, and only say that Song Yehe is also a student Good material, not suitable for studying art, art should be left to those who are not suitable for studying.

As soon as this word came out, the teacher exploded on the spot. He pulled out the domestic painting and calligraphy masters with a beard and glances, emphasizing their artistic accomplishments and their literary accomplishments as opposed to their accomplishments. Song Xunhe, telling him carefully, how important a person's talent is, waste of talent is subject to condemnation.

Master Song Xiao in the second and middle period has nothing else, but he especially likes others to praise him, although he prefers others to praise his very good physics and mathematics and fighting skills, but this studio teacher's way of exaggerating people is very exaggerated, but Because of his extremely excited expression, he looked extraordinarily sincere.

Master Song Xiao who likes to be praised at that time felt comfortable and comfortable, and suddenly felt that this old man with a sloppy edge was very insightful and wise. If he studied painting with him, he might be praised by him every day. This is an interesting day. what.

So Song Yunhe agreed, but for the next three years, he almost lived in the depths of the water, let alone praise him. The studio teacher burned the incense without punishing him all day, which was very hard. Song Xihe's enthusiasm.

It ’s just that Song Yan and his friends want to be the best. There is no habit of leaving the road halfway, especially when he paints and finds that painting is really interesting. He even hopes that others can agree with his painting and can really praise him. Therefore, the time and energy devoted to drawing are also increasing.

It took the studio teacher from staring at his beard to nodding his head, which took almost two years. However, when the teacher knew that Song Kun and the university were going to learn costume design instead of the traditional Chinese painting or oil painting he thought, he turned back to staring at him. Coupled with hate iron into steel.

At the time, Song ’s family knew that other students could n’t take a purely artistic path, but Song ’s family was indeed adequately supported, but even if it was a renewed material, there was no teacher forcing students to reason about the major, so Although the studio teacher was disappointed, he was helpless.

Later, Song Ye went to college. Although the teacher was very good to him, no one ever praised him as honestly and honestly as the original studio teacher. This made him very frustrated. At the same time, he was more focused on improving himself. I hope I can agree with what I like.

It was not until one of the exchanges abroad that he was occasionally taken in by the top brand masters of Italy, and after two years under his control, he opened his first press conference, which was also the first show, so that he never again Lack of praise and wonder.

It just disappeared after he wore it into the world.

Although long after Song Yehe established a design studio, he no longer hopes to believe in himself through the approval and praise of others, but who can resist the praise and appreciation from the heart?

Song Yanhe pressed the corners of his mouth, even though his eyebrows were slightly curved, his tone was very calm: "The design drawings were not designed for whom, but they were drawn for a moment."

Seeing Song Yonghe, who had changed his tone and attitude subtly for almost a second, Xiao Yuanmu himself did not find that the cold in his eyes was melting, but forced him to look at him, and said lightly: "Since so, you Why draw my portrait on the book you use to design your artwork. "

"When I was drawing, I wanted to change my mind."

Even if Master Song Xiao, who was overwhelmed by fifteen or sixteen years of age, even if he was happy, he was still exaggerated for a month to relax his attitude. Now that he is five or six years older, why would Xiao Yuanmu say this? The compliment is too happy to find the mind, so the happy expression only lasted for a few seconds and returned to normal.

After all, Song Yehe did not forget that when Xiao Yuanmu called him a few days ago to ask him to pay for the director of the welfare home, he also knocked him down.

As long as Xiao Yuanmu's mind is not broken, it is impossible to praise him calmly and calmly at this time, not to mention that the big-named man must report.

[The big brother has a moody look, brother. 】 The system suddenly made a sound, expressing his own views, and disapproving of Song Ye and looking at people with colored glasses: [Maybe the big guy just thinks that you are good at painting and want to boast about you, why are you humans so disbelieving? Fellow. 】

[A compatriot who will kill me in the future? Song Yan asked expressionlessly.

【Sorry. ] The system closed its mouth, [Excuse me. 】

"I remember that you didn't seem to have learned fashion design." Xiao Yuanmu with sharp light seemed to want to see the bottom of his heart from Song Yanhe's eyes, "Why are your designs not as famous as those famous designers? difference?"

When Song Yanhe picked up his book as early as Xiao Yuanmu, he thought he might ask him this way, so when he suddenly heard him speak, instead of panic, he raised his lips and slanted him, "I'm not here What I have learned in school does not mean that I have not studied elsewhere. Do you think you know me well? "

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold and sharp, and when he saw Song Yehe's chin expression without any guilty conscience, he hesitated for a moment. He really didn't know Song Yehe, especially after he found that the memories of the two lives were completely different. They all started to think whether they really knew this young man who forced him to nirvana at first.

However, through this period of contact, he found that although Song Xihe's likes and dislikes were almost on his face, he was too lazy to hide it, but when he really wanted to hide something, his washed eyes were generally clear and clean, It has become his most beneficial aid. It is difficult to doubt the truth of his words when he almost sees the pair of eyes that can bottom out at a glance.

Undisguised likes and dislikes and the thoughts that you really want to hide are mixed, true, false, and straightforward. Song Yong and you have the ability to make everyone believe everything he says, because no one can learn from him Seeing true and false.

Would such a cunning little fox make himself end up like he saw in the last life?

Xiao Yuanmu didn't believe that the light hidden in the bottom of his eyes flashed slightly. He didn't need to pay much attention to it. It won't take long for time to let him peek.

"I want to tell you." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes restored to the waves, and his tone was extra calm: "I don't need to sneak to want to draw, as long as you don't use it for business, I can't sue you for infringement. Right to portrait. "

After speaking, Xiao Yuanmu got into the car just stopped by the road without seeing Song Xihe's expression. He left Song Xihe standing on the spot with an aggressive face, how did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu did not really hate him? He also insulted him without lending money last time.

"Is it really that I'm measuring the gentleman's belly with a villain's heart?" Song Kun and mumbled, but just after thinking about it that way, he denied his thoughts. Xiao Yuanmu was not a generous person. What might be the big move?

For example, the Song family's evidence has been captured, waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the Song family's opponents, counting the time, at this time it seems that Song's time is not far from being attacked by the opponent.

Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting in the car, didn't know what Song Yunhe was thinking about. At the moment, he was unwilling to focus on Song Yunhe.

Yes, he has found that his attention to Song Yunhe seems to be a little too high.

Even if it is to find some interesting truths, even for such a little pleasure, or even to completely silence the memory before rebirth, even if all these things are added up, you should not leave him too much. Attention.

In the future, the **** storm that Xiao's will set off and the preparations before going to Xiao's will be the place where he really needs to focus. All this is far from being a comparable existence of Song Yun.

Xiao Yuanmu retracted his gaze out the window, narrowing his eyes and confounding the cluttered thoughts that shouldn't have occurred.

After Song Yehe returned home, he unexpectedly saw the dark-faced Song Guochao.

When he saw Song Yehe entering the door, his dark face almost dripped. Although Li Nianan next to him felt that the face of a girl in front of so many people was very inappropriate, he could not see Song Guochao showing his face.

So she said: "He Bao, you talk to your mother, who did you meet for dinner, why didn't you listen to you?"

Before Song Yehe spoke, Song Guochao snorted coldly: "What other people can he know, things are like people and people, and people who can be mixed with him are all small and clever little junkies, and each one can be successful, that is, He didn't remember that he was an identity, and fell down to mingle with those dregs. "

Li Nian'an frowned, and just when she was about to protect her calf, she listened to Song Yan and said, "I've heard of the black man near me. My father sleeps in a quilt with Zhang Xiuya all year round, and it works really well."

Speaking of this matter, Song Guochao was so angry that he did not expect Song Ye and Zhang Xiuya to be grasped. He not only did not respect him at home, but dared to hit him in front of the whole company. Dare to talk about it again.

"No matter how I and others are, I am your father!" Song Guochao got up, pointed at Song Yunhe's nose, and said, "I don't know what it was done in the last life that was born of a beast like you, I knew you This is what it looks like now. I should break your neck when you are born! "

Song Yan and sneer, didn't Song Guochao break the neck of the original owner in another way?

He really didn't like the arrogant and ignorant idiot of the original owner, but he also likes to do evil. He deliberately cultivated the original owner so that Song Guochao, who put his child to death and stood on the moral high ground, is really true. Disgusting.

Compared with the original owner, such a person should be more revenge.

Li Nian'an couldn't sit still when she heard Song Guochao say this. She stood up and showed no weakness: "My son is a beast, so what are you? I tell you, this is the last time I will tolerate you for treating my son like this. The next time, I will develop a public announcement of the transfer of equity. I'd like to see if there is anything you can do in front of my son! "

Li Nian'an's remarks can be described as a three-inch snake fight. What Song Guochao cares about most in his life is his birth and his superiority. He naturally looks down on those who are struggling and thinks that he and them are two levels of existence, but now Li Nian'an threatened him to destroy his most important things, and he was so patient.

However, he has no real power and can't stand it now.

Song Guochao's face turned blue and purple, and Mr. Song, who had been standing on the second floor for a long time, walked downstairs, glanced at his aunt, and said lightly, "Let's have dinner."

Song Yanlin, who had been sitting while reading the newspaper, stood up and went to Song Yansong to support him. The master who had sent him to the dining table sat down beside him.

Nothing to say, until the servant came forward and took away the tableware, Song Yansong said lightly: "In a few days, the Dilbaro will be docked in Nanshi. Our Song family has three invitations. I ’m old, so I wo n’t Go for fun, and the three invitations will be divided among your father and son. "

Song Guochao froze, and even after a ecstasy, the Dilbaro was one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world, but this is nothing. What really makes people yearn for is the triennial Dilbaro auction, only The most powerful group of people in the world is eligible to enter, which means that he is likely to find an opportunity to turn around there.

"I don't care what the contradiction between you and Nian'an is now." Song Yansong looked at his son who didn't know what he was thinking, Shen said: "This auction you two must show a harmonious look, I don't need your love Yes, at least in front of outsiders, I should also act as a respectful guest. This time the stock market turmoil is resolved, but the outside world is holding a wait-and-see attitude and waiting to explore the Song family's truth and reality. This time, I want you to solve this problem for me!

Song Yansong's remarks almost completely broke the fantasy of Song Guochao. If he really wanted to do something, he had to avoid Li Nian'an, but the remarks of Mr. Song completely eliminated all thoughts in his heart.

"Dad!" Song Guochao looked up. When a man close to fifty years old faced his father who had been strong all his life, he still took a hint of caution, "Isn't the company's affairs solved? If I take Li Nian'an all the time How can you entertain. "

Song Yansong's expression sank. What he hated most was that the only son couldn't get on the table and wince. Whenever he dared to shoot the table and say no, he could give him a high look. Unfortunately, this only son has no ambitions, but he has nothing to do The guts and wisdom equipped by ambition.

His appearance, not to mention the mature and grand grandson, even the courageous grandson, can not be compared.

Song Yansong secretly sighed. In fact, he is more optimistic than his grandson, Song Kunlin, who is a young grandson, Song Yunhe. The Song family has been stable for a long time now. Internal influence has been declining.

At this time, Song's need is not a defender who holds his family business, but an aggressive attacker. Only in this way can Song's go further. Previously, he was a little hesitant because Song Ye and too impulsive, But this time, he clearly saw the progress of the little grandson, but he really didn't seem to have that mind.

After all, Song Zhenghe is still too young, and he can't afford to inherit his family business. After a few years, maybe he can change his mind.

"I'll let you do whatever you want." Song Yansong said coldly, "Now the company does not need you to go up for entertainment, you just need to let everyone know the stability of the Song family and the Li family, the others do not need You worry. "

From the end of work to the present, almost every breath of Song Guochao was in his heart. When Song Yansong finished talking upstairs, he pushed his stool up, and looked at Song Yan and his eyes with a very cold look, but he never looked back. Upstairs.

Li Nian'an patted Song Xihe's arm, signaled that he didn't need to pay much attention to Song Guochao.

Song Xun and Li Nian'an smiled, and Song Yanlin glanced away from the beginning to the end, also got up and returned to the room.

Lying on the bed, Song Yehe looked at the soft moonlight outside the window, and twitched her mouth with a mockery, and said, "Song Yehe is really miserable in this home, and I have to sympathize with him."

The more he lived in the Song family, the more clearly Song Yonghe felt the influence that the original living environment could have on him. What he did to Xiao Yuanmu was inexhaustible, but the so-called hate must be there. Poor, the original owner is really a very poor person.

[He did so many bad things. The system slowly said: [The readers don't think he deserves sympathy. 】

The angle of the mouth of Song Yanhe's lips is unchanged, and it is very subjective for a person to be worthy of sympathy. He doesn't need to discuss with anyone. After all, even him, it can't be denied. Nor can I abolish the aversion caused by knowing what the original owner has done.

However, he suddenly felt a bit sad. A person actually has too many faces, and there are no fixed numbers of good and evil, but there are so many evil and good faces, and it is probably that he has endured more malicious than goodwill.

It's like Xiao Yuanmu, what made him become the man in the book who was alienated and awed, wasn't it the overflowing malice?

[You ... It's Xiao Yuanmu who wants to sympathize? ] The system hesitated.

"He has nothing to sympathize with." Song Yonghe lay down with a relaxed hand, closed his eyes and said, "He is above all others, mastering the fate of most people, even the lifeline of most people, what sympathy is there?"

The system is silent. As an ai who thinks in terms of data, he really can't understand the mood of Song Xi and not being happy or sad.

However, it didn't take long for Song Yihe to sigh, his cell phone ringtone interrupted the black and white design that he was trying to figure out in his head because of his life perception.

"Little Master." Zhang Chao's voice came, "You asked me to pay attention to the situation of the dean of the orphanage. Someone visited her today. Not long after that person went out, a doctor rushed over, she seemed Somewhat bad. "

Song Xun and his brows frowned slightly. He made Zhang Chao stare at the Dean just in case, because he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu would hate Song Xunhe so much in the book, besides insulting him. Others have said that the death of the dean was due to the death of the dean who was too excited after the cerebral hemorrhage was rescued by Song Xuan and his people.

At that time, Xiao Yuanmu naturally felt that Song Yuanhe killed the old dean.

At first Song Yehe also thought that the death of the dean might have something to do with the original owner. However, there is no such scene in the story that Song Yehe needs to go.

So just in case, Song Yehe made Zhang Chao send someone to stare there.

Unexpectedly, after so many days, something really happened.

"How's the situation now?" Song Yun and his voice were slightly deep. Since the dean was admitted to the hospital even though this happened, it means that the incident in the book was not an accident at all.

However, Song Zhenghe didn't know if someone had deliberately targeted Xiao Yuanmu, or wanted to frame him, or just the enemy of the dean, and finally saw that he would not dare to get ahead except for his life.

"He's still in the operating room. Mr. Xiao has rushed over and is now outside the operating room."

Song Yi and Yiyi remembered Xiao Yuanmu who was still asking him about the design a few hours ago, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. At this time, Xiao Yuanmu should be very helpless and uncomfortable.

After all, the dean may be what he thought was the only loved one in the world.

"You look a little over there and call me if you have any questions." Song Huanhe sat up, looked at the garden covered by darkness, and felt a shadow over his heart. "And pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's emotions . "

Zhang Chao responded, thinking of Song Yanhe's concern for Xiao Yuanmu, hesitating a little bit: "Otherwise, master, you can also come to a hospital, I think Mr. Xiao's mood seems not good."

Song Yan and his lips froze slightly before he paused and said, "No, please report the situation at any time."

"Okay," Zhang Chao promised, and then said, "Mr. Xiao picked up the phone and seemed to be ready to make a call."

Song Yan and Wei Yan suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, and hung up the phone with a slight response.

Sure enough, the next instant that Zhang Chao's phone was hung up, the call page reappeared on the screen of the phone, and the note above showed Xiao Yuanmu.

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