Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 95

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Although Zhou Rong already knew that Zhou Rong would come to him, Song Yehe did not expect Zhou Rong to come so fast. Yesterday, Song Jiani made him careful about Zhou Rong. Zhou Rong called early in the morning.

When the ringtone of the cell phone rang, Song Yehe was like a note that could not see the caller ID, and her voice was lazy just waking up: “Who?”

The person on the other side of the phone paused and smiled, “Brother, I went out for half a year. Why can’t I even have the qualification of a caller ID?”

Song Yan and his voice were impatient: “Name it.”

The hearty voice on the opposite side sank a little, but still smiled: “It’s me, Zhou Rong.”

Song Yihe rubbed the corners of his eyes flooded with yawning without expression, with a light tone: “Zhou Rong?”

“Yeah.” Zhou Rong’s laughter came, then faintly lowered: “Stayed outside for a while and came back and found that there have been too many changes, and Chao Er … I want to find a familiar person after I return I ca n’t find it. I can only come to you for a drink. If you are free at night, come out for a drink together. ”

“Okay.” Song Xunhe agreed, but there was no expression on his face: “You set a place, tell me the time.”

“Enough brother.” Zhou Rong laughed heartily: “I’m the only brother left of you now, and we won’t get drunk at night.”

Song Yihe: “Remember to send the address to my mobile phone.”

Hanging up the phone, Song Yonghe yawned again, then went downstairs with a look of sleepiness, looked around in the kitchen, and found that there was nothing except fruits and a few bottles of drinks in the kitchen refrigerator. Those drinks were still Xiao before He bought it while Yuan Mu was there. Song Yanhe casually glanced at it, took an apple, washed it, took a bite, and sat down at the table.

After a few minutes, my head cleared a little bit, but before I figured out how to wait for Zhou Rong to dismantle, I suddenly saw Xiao Yuanmu sitting opposite to eat slowly.

Xiao Yuanmu’s appearance of eating fits his personality very well. He is slow and expressionless. Song Yanhe never sees on his face whether the food he swallows is delicious or not. He eats like chopsticks. There are measuring scales, only clamp so few at a time, never more or less.

At that time, Song Ye and the meal occasionally distracted to think about it. I heard that many chefs do not like to eat their own dishes, because they feel full when they are cooking. Does Xiao Yuanmu belong to this? Kind of, otherwise why never saw him eat a few more chopsticks, and after watching it, he also likes to watch him eat, as if he is a chef, just look at others to be satisfied.

But Song Xunhe didn’t quite believe it. After all, in his cognition, Xiao Yuanmu should not be a person who would get a sense of accomplishment through the satisfaction of others.

At that time, he was very curious about the protagonist in the book becoming a real human being in reality. Is there any difference from the book? Curiosity made him gradually and consciously start to observe Xiao Yuanmu’s every move. The posture during the meal was such that he usually read a book. Looking at it, he discovered Xiao Yuanmu’s many small habits that are hard for others to notice.

For example, he hates eating fish very much, and he doesn’t like to deal with fish. Every time he makes fish, the distance between the body and the cooking table will be about three centimeters. He likes any kind of vegetables, and even eating bitter melon can make him eat with relish, which is more than two meals when eating meat.

For example, when reading a book, he habitually rubs the pages with one hand, and the slower the movement, the more seriously he reads the book.

For example, when he is happy, his eyes will light up. It really looks like it is full of stars. Even if he doesn’t laugh, Song Yunhe can know that he is happy now.

For example, he is inexplicably not liked by small animals, but he really likes small animals. The little milk dog that he picked up at the door of the welfare home has now followed him to the rice country.

For example, when he is unhappy, his jaw will tighten a little, his throat will slide gently when he is angry, he likes to tap with his fingers when he is impatient, he will not like to deal with people when he is sad, and … The body is uncomfortably cold and sweaty, and it will not leak in front of outsiders.

Some of them all waited until Xiao Yuanmu’s departure, and Song Zhihe suddenly realized that he already knew Xiao Yuanmu so well.

[You will really see Zhou Rong when you wait! 】 The system’s voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Yunhe’s thoughts: [Actually, you do n’t have to follow the original plot, you can avoid this time, and find another time to prepare for him As long as you meet, this plot can be considered complete. 】

Song Yan and Apple ate half, raising their eyebrows in amazement: “It’s the first time I’ve heard you tell me not to go to the plot.”

[You are my host, and of course I have to think about your safety. ] The system says: [Moreover, your task is about to be completed soon, there is no need to take this risk. 】

“Zhou Rong keeps thinking about me, and I don’t have to go to risk.” Song Yan and a few mouthfuls ate the apple and threw it into the trash can. “And I also want to be free and comfortable in the last days of this world. He can’t handle it, how can I rest assured. ”

The system heard a little bit uneasy, saying: [Since your mainline mission has been completed, my subjective consciousness will always enter the sleep mode. I am afraid that I will not be able to save you. 】

“Rest assured.” Song Yan and smiled: “I will be fine.”

It is now the end of June, and July is about to enter. The fewer pedestrians cross the street, there are already little girls who are not afraid of the cold wearing short skirts.

Song Yong and slowly walked on the street, saw the people who waved at him around the corner, and then he waved perfunctoryly.

“How does your look look like you don’t welcome me?” Guan Zhi hugged his chest and said, “Don’t forget that you said you were going to take me to eat. I finally had a trip to China during school holidays. Do you want to keep your word? ”

“What if I keep my promise?”

Song Yan and Wang originally planned to go to Zhou Rong’s appointment when they went to the studio. However, he received a call from Guan Zhi as soon as he went out. He originally heard that he came to Huaguo and wanted him to accompany him to the alley When I was looking for food, I wanted to hang up directly, but I don’t know where Guan Guan knew about his opening of the studio. He even said that he was waiting for him at the entrance of the studio.

In order not to expose the studio at the Song family before the start of Fashion Week, Song Yunhe agreed reluctantly.

“Then what expression do you have?” Guan Zhi snorted coldly. “If you don’t want to accompany me, most people will accompany me. Do you think you must be the master?”

Song Kun and raised his hands and rubbed his head, moving him forward: “Let’s go, little dwarf.”

As soon as Guan Zhi jumped up, he jumped into anger in anger and banged Song Yunhe’s head. However, he seemed to have eyes behind him and said, “The old grandma’s things are all made now. It ’s too late to go. I ca n’t keep up. ”

“Who do you say is short?” Guan Zhi took a few big steps to catch up with Song Yonghe: “I am still growing now. I do n’t need next year. I will be higher than you in a few months.”

Song Yanhe narrowed his eyes: “Well, at the age of nineteen, he is still growing fast.”

Guan Zhi’s footsteps, he will be beaten up.

Song Yonghe will grab his fist and smile with a smile: “In front of the old lady’s stall, there are only a few bowls of beancurds on her table. You will be late before you pass.”

Guan Zhi looked down. Sure enough, seeing that there were still a few people there, he threw Song Yonghe away, and walked quickly to the rear.

Song Yanhe said it was true. The old lady boiled tofu was fresh and fresh. The seasoning and the salty and sweet code on the top were also counted. When they passed, there were four bowls left, and Guan Zhi was just in front. With only three people in a row, he can buy the last bowl.

But when he was there, the kind-hearted old man said, “Boy, today Douhua is gone. Come back tomorrow, and grandma will leave you a bowl tomorrow.”

Guan Zhi sniffed the scent of soy milk, staring at the tofu left on the table, and said, “Grandma, there’s a bowl there.”

“I kept that old bowl for my old man.” The old man laughed. “I will leave the last bowl of every day for you. This is the first time you come here. Regular customers know this rule.”

Guan Zhi turned to look at Song Yanhe, who shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“All right.” Guan Zhi turned disappointedly. “Thank you, I’ll come again tomorrow.”

The old man called them with a smile, handed them two cups of soy milk, and smiled: “Drink a cup of soy milk, grandma will leave you a bowl tomorrow.”

Guan Zhi took it, thanked him, the loss of his face was a little less, and he drank soy milk and found that the rich flavor of soy beans was mellow and happy again.

Song Yehe smirked as he saw him becoming faster than the sky, secretly still a child, and then looked at his watch and said: “The agreement to take you to eat beancurd is fulfilled, and I have something to do, so I leave.

“No.” Guan Zhi grabbed him and saw Song Yan and turned his head. The corners of his mouth moved. After several tens of seconds, he said, “I haven’t eaten Douhua, so it doesn’t count. You have to go to work every day for a while. Just accompany me for dinner, even if you fulfill the agreement. ”

Song Yan and Bai Bai glanced away and let go of his hand: “You know the place, and the same will come tomorrow.”

“Of course it’s different.” Guan Zhi also followed him step by step: “In addition to Douhua, there are other things you have said before that will take me to eat again.”

Song Ye paused with his footsteps, turned his head to look at him, his eyes inquired: “You’re so entangled in me, wouldn’t you be secretly in love with me?”

When Guan Zhi stagnates, his cheeks burst into red, his head almost bursts into heat, and he raises the volume, “How can I love you secretly!”

Song Yanhe nodded his head and said, “Don’t follow me, otherwise I will fall in love with you secretly.”

Watching Song Ye and getting into the crowd, Guan Zhi gritted his teeth, his expression changed, and finally he followed in his footsteps.

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