Chapter 39

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"what does this have to do with you?"

Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao yuanmu wanted to ask him how there was a picture of him in his notebook. Unexpectedly, what he asked was the design drawing. Young master song, who was still a little guilty, put up his waist and raised his chin, which was very reasonable.

Xiao yuanmu didn't miss song Xuanhe's guilty in his eyes. He looked at him and said slowly, "I just thought the design drawings were too amazing, so I asked."

Song Xuan and his eyes were so bright that his dark eyes almost burst out of light, and the end of his eyes bent up.

At the beginning, he could learn to draw, in addition to being able to meditate, the biggest reason was that the teachers in the art room of their school stayed at the door of his classroom every day, saying that he could not waste his talent, and that he could not miss the chance to become a master of calligraphy and painting in the future.

In order to make him become an art student, the teacher's means of entanglement can be described as dead entanglement, but because of his identity in the painting and Calligraphy Association, other teachers in the class can't say heavy words, just say that song Xuanhe is also a good material for learning, not suitable for learning art, and art should be left to those students who are not suitable for learning.

As soon as he said this, the teacher blew up on the spot and pulled out the masters in the field of calligraphy and painting. He emphasized their artistic attainments and their literary attainments. After that, he took song Xuanhe and told him how important a person's talent is. Wasting talent will be punished by heaven.

Young master song, who is in the second phase of the middle school, likes to be praised by others. Although he liked to be praised by others for his physics, mathematics and fighting skills, the way the studio teacher praised people is very exaggerated, but because of his excited expression, he is very sincere.

Young master song, who likes to be praised, felt comfortable at that time. He immediately felt that this slovenly old man had a lot of vision and insight. If he studied painting with him, he might be praised like this every day. How interesting these days are.

So song Xuanhe agreed. However, for the next three years, he almost lived in dire straits. Let alone praise him. The studio teacher didn't glare at him all day and punished him for burning incense. It was a great blow to song Xuanhe's enthusiasm.

However, song Xuanhe hopes to be the best in everything he does, and he never has the habit of giving up halfway. Especially when he finds painting really interesting, he hopes that people will recognize his paintings and praise him sincerely. Therefore, he has invested more and more time and energy in painting.

It took almost two years for the studio teacher to blow his beard and stare and nod his head. However, when the teacher learned that song Xuanhe was going to study fashion design instead of traditional Chinese painting or oil painting, he turned back to blow his nose and stare and hate iron.

At that time, song Xuanhe's family knew that other students couldn't take the pure art road, but song Xuanhe's family property was really enough to support him. However, even if he was no longer qualified, there was no reason for the teacher to force the students to take the profession. Therefore, although the studio teacher was disappointed, he had nothing to do.

Later, song Xuanhe went to university. Although the teacher was very good to him, no one praised him as frankly and sincerely as the original studio teacher, which made him very disappointed. At the same time, he focused more on improving himself, hoping to be able to identify with what he liked.

It wasn't until one exchange abroad that he was recruited by the top brand master of Italy and kept a low profile for two years that he held his first press conference, which was also the first show. He was no longer short of praise and exclamation.

It's just that it all disappeared after he came into the world.

Although song Xuanhe no longer wanted to believe in himself through other people's approval and praise as a young man after he set up his design studio, who can resist other people's praise and appreciation from the heart?

Song Xuanhe pressed the corner of his mouth. Even though his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, his tone was very calm: "those design drawings were not designed for anyone, but they were drawn by inspiration."

Seeing song Xuanhe, who had subtly changed his tone and attitude in almost a second, Xiao yuanmu didn't find that the ice at the bottom of his eyes was melting. Instead, he looked at him and said, "in that case, why do you want to draw my portrait on the book you used to draw design drawings?"

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

Even at the age of 15 or 16, the young master song, who was boasted so much that even if he was happy, he was boasted for a month before he relaxed his attitude. Now he is five or six years older, how can he be so happy that he can't find his head because of Xiao yuanmu's praise, so the happy expression only lasted for a few seconds and then returned to normal.

After all, song Xuanhe didn't forget that when Xiao yuanmu called him a few days ago and asked him to help the president of the welfare home, he ridiculed them.

As long as Xiao yuanmu's brain is not bad, it is impossible to praise him calmly and without any bad feelings. Besides, this big man is famous for his kindness.

[the big guy has a moody expression, brother. 】The system suddenly made a sound, expressing its own views and disapproval of song Xuan and seeing people with colored glasses: [maybe the big guy just thinks you're painting well and wants to praise you. Why don't you believe in your compatriots so much. 】[a compatriot who will hunt me down in the future and wish I was not as good as death? 】Song Xuanhe asked without expression.

Sorry. 】The system shut up. 】

"I remember you didn't seem to have studied fashion design." With sharp eyes, Xiao yuanmu seems to want to see the bottom of his heart from Song Xuanhe's eyes. "Why are your designs no worse than those famous designers?"

When Xiao yuanmu picked up his book, song Xuanhe thought that he might ask him this question, so he suddenly heard him open his mouth. Instead of panic, he raised his lips and squinted at him. "What I didn't learn in school doesn't mean I didn't learn in other places. Do you think you know me well?"

Xiao yuanmu's eyes were cold and sharp. He hesitated when he saw song Xuanhe's chin. He really didn't know song Xuanhe well enough. Especially after he found that the memories of the two generations were completely different, he began to think whether he really knew the young man who forced him to Nirvana at the beginning.

However, through this period of contact, he found that although song Xuanhe's likes and dislikes were almost on his face, and he didn't want to cover them up at all, when he really wanted to cover something up, his eyes, which were as clear as water, became his most beneficial help. It was hard to doubt the truth of his words when he could almost see his eyes.

Song Xuanhe has the ability to make people believe every word he says, because no one can see the truth from his eyes.

Will such a cunning fox end up like what he saw in his last life?

Xiao yuanmu didn't believe it. The light at the bottom of his eyes flickered slightly. In fact, he didn't need too much attention. It won't be long before he could see the trace.

"I want to tell you." Xiao yuanmu drooped his eyes slightly, his eyes returned to calm, and his tone was particularly calm: "if you want to paint, I don't need to be furtive. As long as you don't take it for commercial use, I can't sue you for infringing the right of portrait."

With that, without looking at Song Xuanhe's expression, Xiao yuanmu gets into the car just parked on the side of the road, leaving song Xuanhe standing in the same place with a face of confusion. How does he feel that Xiao yuanmu really doesn't regret that he didn't lend him money last time and insulted him.

"Is it true that I use the heart of a villain to measure the belly of a gentleman?" Song Xuanhe murmured, but as soon as he thought about it, he denied his own idea. Xiao yuanmu is not a generous man, maybe he is holding on to something.

For example, having captured the evidence of the Song family, waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the opponent of the Song family and calculating the time, it seems that the time for the opponent to attack the Song family is not far away.

Sitting in the car, Xiao yuanmu doesn't know what song Xuanhe is thinking. At the moment, he doesn't want to pay attention to song Xuanhe.

Yes, he has found that he seems to have paid too much attention to song Xuanhe.

Even in order to find some interesting truth, even for a little pleasure, or even to make the memory before rebirth completely silent, even if all these things add up, he should not take away too much attention.

What he really needs to focus on is the bloody storm that will be set off by Xiao in the future and the preparation that should be made before going to Xiao. All these are far from the existence of song Xuan and can be compared.

Xiao yuanmu drew back his gaze from the window and closed his eyes to remove the confused thoughts.

Song Xuan and after going home, not surprisingly saw the black faced song Guochao.

When he saw song Xuan and he came in, his dark face was almost dripping. Although Li nian'an felt that the face of a girl in front of so many people was not suitable for his son, he could not see song Guochao's face.

So she said, "Hebao, you tell your mother about who you had an appointment with for dinner, but I didn't listen to you."

Before Song Xuanhe opened his mouth, song Guochao hummed coldly, "who else can he know? Birds of a feather flock together, and the people who can mix with him are all small gangsters. Everyone who can be promising is that he doesn't remember that he is an identity, and he drops his identity to mix with those scum."

Li nianan frowned. As soon as he was about to protect the calf, he heard song Xuanhe say, "I've heard that people who are close to the ink are black. My father sleeps in the same bed with people like Zhang Xiuya all the year round, and the effect is really remarkable."

Song Guochao was very angry when he mentioned this. He didn't expect that song Xuan and Zhang Xiuya would not let go. He didn't respect him at home and dared to contradict him in front of the whole company. Now he dare to talk about it again.

"I'm your father, no matter what happens to me or others!" Song Guochao stood up, pointed to the tip of song Xuanhe's nose and said, "I don't know what I did in my last life. I was punished by heaven to give birth to you. I knew you were like this. I should have broken your neck when you were born!"

Song Xuan and sneer. Isn't song Guochao breaking the original owner's neck in another way?

He really doesn't like the arrogance and arrogance of the original master. He doesn't have a brain and likes to do evil. However, song Guochao, who deliberately fosters the original master, personally kills his children and stands on the moral commanding height, is really disgusting.Compared with the original owner, such people should be punished more.

When Li nianan heard song Guochao say this, she could not sit still. She stood up and said, "my son is a beast. What are you? I tell you, this is the last time I will tolerate you to do this to my son. If there is another time, I will hold a press conference to announce the transfer of shares in public. I'd like to see if you have any ability to play in front of my son! "

Li nian'an's words can be described as a snake hitting three inches. In Song Guochao's life, the most important thing is his birth. He is superior to others. He naturally despises those people who touch, climb and roll. He thinks that he and them are two levels of existence. But now Li nian'an threatens him to destroy his most important things. He is so tolerant.

However, he has no real power. Now he can't and can only bear it.

Song Guochao's face turned blue and purple. He had been standing on the second floor for a long time before he came downstairs. He looked at his aunt and said, "let's have dinner."

Song xuanlin, who has been sitting and reading the newspaper, also stands up, walks to song Yansong, holds him, and takes him to the main table to sit down.

Food does not say, until the servant came forward to take away the tableware, song Yansong just light mouth: "in a few days, deerballo will dock in Nanshi, our song family has three invitation letters, I am also old, do not go to join in the fun, these three invitation letters, by your father and son three people divided it."

Song Guochao was stunned, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. The deerballo is one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world. However, this is nothing. What people really yearn for is the triennial deerballo auction there. Only the most powerful people in the world are qualified to enter, which means that he is likely to find a chance to turn over there.

"I don't care what's going on between you and nianan." Looking at his son who didn't know what he was thinking, song Yansong said in a deep voice: "you two have to show a harmonious appearance in this auction. I don't need your love. At least you have to show me respect in front of outsiders. Even if the stock market turmoil is solved, the outside world will wait and see to find out the truth of the Song family. This time, I want you to solve it completely for me That's the problem

Song Yansong's words almost completely broke the illusion of song Guochao. If he really wanted to do something, he had to avoid Li nianan. But song's words can be said to put an end to all the ideas in his heart.

"Dad Song Guochao raised his head. When he faced his father, who had been strong all his life, he was still a little careful. "Isn't the matter in the company settled? If I take Li nianan with me all the time, how can I socialize? "

Song Yansong's expression sank. What he hated most was that his only son couldn't get on the stage and flinched. If he dared to pat the table and say no now, he could look up at him. Unfortunately, his only son was ambitious, but he didn't have the courage and wisdom to match his ambition.

His appearance, not to mention the mature and steady grandson, even the courageous little grandson, can't match.

Song Yansong sighs secretly. In fact, compared with his great grandson song xuanlin, he is more optimistic about his little grandson song Xuanhe. Now the Song family has been stable for a long time, and some of them are complacent. Song Guochao can't see it, but he knows that song's influence in the industry has been decreasing.

At this time, what the Song family needs is not a conservative with family property, but an aggressive attacker. Only in this way can the Song family go further. Before, he was hesitant because song Xuanhe was too impulsive. However, during this period of time, he clearly saw the progress of his little grandson, but he didn't seem to have that idea.

It's just that song Xuanhe is too young to inherit his family business. In a few years, he may be able to change his mind.

"I'll do what I want you to do." Song Yansong tone cold, "now the company does not need you to go up the need to socialize, you just need to let everyone know the song and Li's steady on the line, the rest do not need you to worry about."

From work to now, song Guochao almost breathed every mouthful in his heart. When song Yansong finished going upstairs, he stood up with a push of his stool, gouged out song Xuanhe with an extremely cold eye, and then went upstairs without looking back.

Li nianan patted song Xuanhe on the arm, indicating that he didn't need to pay more attention to song Guochao.

Song Xuanhe smiles at Li nianan. His eyes sweep past song xuanlin, who has been out of the way all the time. He also gets up and goes back to his room.

Lying on the bed, song Xuanhe looked at the soft moonlight outside the window. He raised his mouth sarcastically and said, "song Xuanhe is really miserable in this family. I have to sympathize with him."

The more he lived in the Song family, the more clearly song Xuanhe felt the influence of the original owner's original living environment on him. What he did to Xiao yuanmu was indeed beyond washing, but the so-called hateful people must have pities. The original owner was really a pitiful person.

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

the curvature of song Xuanhe's mouth remains unchanged. Whether a person is worthy of sympathy is a very subjective question. He doesn't need to discuss with anyone. After all, even he can't deny that even if he has a little sympathy for the original owner, he can't erase his disgust after knowing what the original owner has done.However, he suddenly felt a little sad. There are too many sides in a person. There is no definite number of good and evil, but the evil side is more than the good side. Maybe he has suffered more malice than the good side.

Just like Xiao yuanmu, the reason that makes him become the man in the book who is alienated and awed by everyone is the overflowing malice.

[you Is it Xiao yuanmu who wants to sympathize? 】The system hesitated.

"He has nothing to sympathize with." Song Xuanhe spread out his hands and lay relaxed. He closed his eyes and said, "I'm high up and strategizing. I'm in charge of most people's fate and even their lifeblood. What can I sympathize with?"

The system is silent. As an AI who thinks based on data, he really can't understand song Xuan's mood that he is not happy or sad.

However, before Song Xuanhe could sigh for a long time, his mobile phone ring interrupted the black-and-white design in his mind because of his life experience.

"Young master." Zhang Chao's voice said, "you asked me to pay attention to the situation of the president of the welfare home. Today, someone went to visit her. Soon after that person went out, a doctor rushed to her. She seems to be a little bad."

Song Xuanhe frowned slightly. He asked Zhang Chao to stare at the president just in case, because he remembered that Xiao yuanmu would hate song Xuanhe so much in the book. In addition to song Xuanhe insulted him, some people once said that the death of the president was because the president was too excited after song Xuanhe sent someone to see him, and he died of cerebral hemorrhage.

At that time, Xiao yuanmu naturally felt that song Xuanhe had killed the old president.

Originally, song Xuanhe also thought that the death of the president might have something to do with the original owner. However, song Xuanhe didn't have this scene in the plot where he needed to go. Other people's ideas might be deceptive, but the plot given by the system didn't.

So just in case, song Xuan and Zhang Chao send people to stare there.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days, something really happened.

"What's the situation now?" Song Xuanhe's voice is low. Since the president sent him to the hospital, even if it happened, it means that the incident in the book is not an accident at all.

However, song Xuanhe didn't know whether it was someone deliberately targeting Xiao yuanmu, or trying to frame him, or just the enemy of the dean. Finally, he saw that he didn't dare to come out except for human life.

"It's still in the operating room. Mr. Xiao has come here and is outside the operating room now."

Song Xuan and he were stunned. Thinking of Xiao yuanmu who was still asking him about his design a few hours ago, he suddenly came up with an idea that Xiao yuanmu should be helpless and miserable at this time.

After all, the Dean may be the only relative in the world he thought.

"Look over there. Call me if you need anything." Song Xuanhe sat up and looked at the garden shrouded in darkness, his heart also covered with a layer of shadow, "and pay attention to Xiao yuanmu's mood."

Zhang Chao answered. Thinking of song Xuan and his concern for Xiao yuanmu, he hesitated and said, "why don't you come to the hospital, young master? I don't think Mr. Xiao is in a good mood."

Song Xuan and his lips slightly pursed, then he said, "no, report the situation at any time."

"Good." Zhang Chao agreed, and then said, "Mr. Xiao picked up his mobile phone, as if he was ready to make a phone call."

Song Xuan and Wei Leng suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts. They answered faintly and hung up the phone.

Sure enough, the next moment Zhang Chao hung up, a call page appeared on the screen of his mobile phone, and the remarks on it showed Xiao yuanmu.

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