Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 126

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Song Kunhe pulled out the sketchbook and found a small “s” in the lower right corner of the kraft paper.

He pulled out Xiao Yuanmu’s chair and sat down, opened the sketchbook, looked at the familiar draft picture above and raised his eyebrows, and then turned back a few pages, all of which were his previous design drafts, one of which was yesterday “He · Feng” debuted the original drawing of the final long trench coat.

Song Kunhe knew what he had drawn in the book, and flipped it over to close the sketchbook. It seems that Xiao Yuanmu deliberately brought his sketchbook to the rice country, and the biggest reason is probably his painting Xiao Yuanmu’s sketch made him look better than himself.

Thinking of this, Song Yanhe wanted to see the sketch he had painted for Xiao Yuanmu.

Compared to color, sketching is his weakness, but Xiao Yuanmu’s one is his rare and proud work.

Song Kunhe opened the sketchbook again, and flipped through the memory, but did not see the sketch he drew. He frowned, his book was used for a long time, and basically he could touch it with his fingers. The quasi-specific number of pages, the deviation will not exceed three pages, but he turned four or five pages back and forth, all blank.

Xiao Yuanmu, didn’t he tear up the sketch he drew?

Song Zhenghe turned a few pages back, and he did not find the sketches that he painted for Xiao Yuanmu. He closed the book and put it back in the drawer. Xiao Huang had eaten beef at his feet, twisted his **** and flung his tail, and from time to time he looked at the drawer with a longing look and hummed, especially spoiled.

“Don’t eat it.” Song Yanhe rubbed his head, and said gravely: “It’s so fat, think about how to lose weight.”

Xiao Huang looked at him innocently.

Song Kun frowned, and whispered, “You are nothing like your master.”

Xiao Huang raised her paw to pat the cabinet, and screamed at Song Ye.

Song Yanhe pretended not to understand: “Let’s go, lose weight.”

“Woohoo …”

Xiao Huang lay on the door of the cabinet and looked at Song Yanhe, his eyes were full of longing.

The chubby dog ​​with short but fat legs hummed humbly, but Song Yunhe walked outside the door unmoved, and he still remembered: “I really ca n’t eat it, you still eat it … ”

At the end of the speech, Song Ye stopped walking peacefully and stared at the portrait hanging on the wall in front of him—the sketches of Xiao Yuanmu he painted, and his sketches he did n’t know who painted, a total of eight, mounted. Hanging on the wall, each picture can find a very corresponding one.

One of them is Xiao Yuanmu’s painting, standing by the window, looking out, and the other is himself in the garden with afternoon tea.

This pair of Xiao Yuanmu overlooking paintings was one of the times when he saw Xiao Yuanmu looking out the window, and occasionally inspired when he developed the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment. He changed it into a sliding window, and the surrounding furniture was also for coordination. However, the only change was Xiao Yuanmu’s look.

In another painting, he was drinking afternoon tea. Song Yehe believed that he had never been to such a garden, but the garden table was faintly familiar, but he could n’t remember where it was temporarily, but these It’s not the key, the key is that he looks at a window in the garden, which can correspond to that in Xiao Yuanmu’s painting.

There is no need for multiple guesses, even if these are two separate or even two paintings hanging together, but Song Yun and most people who believe that they see these two paintings can see them. The two protagonists are facing each other.

The same is true of the other six paintings, each corresponding to another, and each scene has another scene, but anyone can see that these paintings are from the hands of two different people.

The authors of the other four paintings were a little speculative about Song Yanhe.

[This is painted by Xiao Yuanmu. ] System Road: [I can analyze the author based on the strokes of each painting and the habit of using the pen. 】

“I know.”

Song Zhenghe took a few steps forward to see these paintings more clearly. He glanced over each painting, bending his eyes: “He has a strong learning ability. If he is seen by my teacher, he will certainly boast. He has talent. ”

“Wangy!”

Probably seeing Song Yihe and being indifferent, Xiao Huang, who was next to him, had given up snacks, ran to the living room to chop the rope, and let Song Yihe take him for a walk.

Song Yanhe was drawn back to his voice by his voice, and after glancing at the painting on the wall, he squatted and tied Xiao Huang with a rope, and took it out the door.

Xiao Huang probably didn’t go out for a long time, and when he entered the park, he got excited, happily twitched his tail and ran, causing Song Yong and having to speed up to follow it.

In less than half an hour, Song Yunhe felt tired than doing two hours in the gym.

When Xiao Yuanmu’s phone call came, Song Yonghe and Xiao Huang were on their way back.

Correctly speaking, it should be Song Ye and the little fat dog dragging himself on the ground and not walking, on the way back.

“where?”

Hearing Xiao Yuanmu’s voice, Song Yehe was pulling Xiaohuang up the stairs, pulling it up a few steps, just like iron training, the only difference is that the one holding under this rope will twist and hum Hum struggled.

“Take your fat dog back.” Song Yanhe said badly: “How do you usually get it back? I dragged him along the road, and several people stopped to question me, thinking I was abusing the dog.”

Xiao Yuan grinned and said, “You tell him to go back and have beef jerky to eat it and it will follow you. The beef jerky is in the first drawer on the left of my study. You can see it when you open it.”

Song Yan and Xiaohuang’s hand took a meal, pulled it to the last step, and said, “Before going out, it has already eaten in your study.”

When Xiao Yuanmu heard the words, he froze a little nervously. As soon as he was about to speak, he listened to Song Yunhe and asked, “When did you take my sketchbook?”

“I accidentally took the wrong luggage when I was packing.” Xiao Yuanmu said.

“That’s it.” Song Yan and um said, turning to the topic: “Is there anything wrong with calling you?”

“Ask if you have dinner.” Xiao Yuanmu said: “If you don’t want to go out, I will let Yang Jie bring you lunch. If you want to come out, you can come to my company. There are many good restaurants here.”

“You need to make an appointment for these restaurants,” Song Zhenghe said.

Xiao Yuanmu: “No.”

Song Baohe reported a restaurant that usually requires at least three months in advance to make a reservation.

“I asked Yang Jie to arrange it.” Xiao Yuanmu did not hesitate. “When are you coming here, do you want me to pick you up?”

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes in total, but driving may be slower because of traffic jams. Song Youhe asked, “Are you coming over to pick me up?”

“If you wish.”

“No, I’ll be here when I send your dog back.”

“I wait for you.”

Song Yonghe sent Xiao Huang back, prepared dog food for Xiao Yuanmu according to yesterday’s method, and then changed clothes before going out.

Xiao Yuanmu’s company is very close to his apartment. Song Ye and slowly walked only six or seven minutes, but he thought he had arrived early. I did not expect Xiao Yuanmu had already been waiting downstairs.

Song Zhenghe said, “I thought you would not waste a minute and a second of your work time.”

“It’s not a waste of time waiting for you.” Xiao Yuanmu walked towards him, raised his hand and brushed his hair with a sloppy appearance, and said, “Let’s go.”

Song Zhenghe paused for two seconds before raising his leg and Xiao Yuanmu side by side: “I found that you have changed a lot in the past ten months.”

“Really?” Xiao Yuanmu was interested, and asked him, “What are the specific aspects?”

“It’s a bit more talk.” Song Jihe mentioned the most obvious, and then asked what he wanted to ask most: “Become special …”

He found an adjective, but under Xiao Yuanmu’s slightly curious sight, the adjective to his mouth was not very articulate.

So he could only say, “In short, it’s very different from before.”

Xiao Yuanmu: “Because you have more words?”

“It’s not all,” Song said, “for example, you would never say‘ waiting for you is not a waste of time ’.”

Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly: “You don’t like it?”

“Should I like it?” Song Yanhe asked back.

Xiao Yuanmu took a footstep and carefully observed Song Xihe’s expression for a few seconds. He initially concluded: “You like it.”

Song Yihe: …

“What makes you think I like it.” Speaking, Song Yong flashed his head and asked, “Who taught you to talk like this?”

Xiao Yuanmu turned his head, restored the original pace and speed, and said lightly, “Why do you think this was taught by others, not by myself?”

“Because now you say this sentence, it shows that you can be guided by these things.” Song Yan and his eyes turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu’s relaxed face, raised his eyebrows, “Is it Louis?”

Xiao Yuanmu asked: “How can you think of him?”

“Who else besides him?” Song Zhenghe said, “It can’t always be Yang Jie.”

Xiao Yuanmu: “Louis.”

In the face of Xiao Yuanmu betraying Louis so quickly, Song Yong and Emperor Luan had a little sympathy for a while.

Song Yunhe couldn’t help asking: “Is Louis your friend?”

Xiao Yuanmu: “Partners only.”

Sympathize with Louis again for a second.

“I always thought that Louis was your friend.” Song Yihe said in a gloating tone that seemed sympathetic: “I believe he also thinks that the ideas between you are not quite equal, and what he knows may be sad.”

Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: “He just thought so.”

“Then who do you think are your friends?” Song Yanhe suddenly wondered: “Yang Jie?”

Xiao Yuanmu: “No.”

Song Yunhe: “What is Yang Jie?”

Xiao Yuanmu: “Partner.”

Song Yan and chuckled: “It seems everyone is a partner to you.”

Xiao Yuanmu turned to look at him and said, “You are not.”

Song Ye and Yi Yi, pouting and did not answer.

“The ideas between us are not quite the same.” Xiao Yuanmu said, “but this does not affect our relationship and future.”