Chapter 62

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"Xiao What's the matter with you? "

Song Xuanhe was surprised. He subconsciously raised his hand to help Xiao yuanmu's body. His right hand held his head, and his left hand held his waist. However, when he met him, he found that Xiao yuanmu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the back of his shirt had been soaked with sweat, while Xiao yuanmu's eyes were closed, and his face and lips were pale.

"Xiao yuanmu?" Song Xuanhe patted his face gently. His hands were cold. Seeing his eyes trembling, he said: "what's wrong with you? I'll help you to the bed and call the doctor at once. Please bear with me

Xiao yuanmu's eyes opened a little. Even when he was weak, his cold eyes didn't soften half a minute. It was even colder than usual. It was like a lake whose peace had been broken, suddenly covered with ice and snow. Under the ice, there was endless defense and darkness.

"No His voice was calm. He raised his hand and peeled off Xiao yuanmu's hand on his waist. He slowly stood up straight. Except for his cold and gloomy look and his pale face, he could hardly see the embarrassment of his sudden fall, nor any trace of suffering.

If it wasn't for Xiao yuanmu's falling on him just now, and the moist and cold feeling of touching his forehead at his fingertips, song Xuanhe would have been cheated by his calm appearance.

"You don't feel well. It's not a fever." Song Xuanhe looked up from his tight jaw and his eyes, which had a thin layer of ice. He said calmly, "you almost fainted just now. You have to call a doctor."

In Song Xuanhe's words, Xiao yuanmu's eyes were more frozen, his voice was colder, but he was a little bit hoarse because he couldn't do what he wanted. He said, "I don't need to."

He lifted his chin and lowered his eyes slightly. His whole body was cold and oppressive, and his tone was full of oppression: "now, you leave immediately, and don't appear in front of me before tomorrow morning."

Undeterred, song Xuanhe takes out his cell phone and prepares to make a call.

Xiao yuanmu raised his hand and tried to knock off his mobile phone. His tone was cold: "did you not hear what I said?"

"I heard it." Song Xuanhe avoided his hand and saw Xiao yuanmu's face getting paler and paler. He said coldly, "who has stipulated that if I hear it, I will listen to you?"

Without a pause, he immediately dials the emergency phone of the hotel. As soon as he opens his mouth and orders the housekeeper to come with the doctor, Xiao yuanmu dodges the mobile phone. His cold fingers brush song Xuanhe's face, which seems to have a shiver.

"Song Xuanhe..."

Seizing the mobile phone seemed to consume all of Xiao yuanmu's strength. He suddenly faltered, and his hand on his side could no longer help covering his stomach. His bloodless lips were pursed into a straight line, with a hint of morbid white. Nevertheless, his straight back was not bent, and he was determined not to show any weakness in front of anyone.

He covers his stomach in one hand and grabs the mobile phone from Song Xuan and his hand in the other. The knuckles of both hands are white, but his tone is as calm as ever. He even says more: "my stomach is not very comfortable. It's an old problem. Just have a rest. Don't disturb me."

However, song Xuanhe was staring at him closely. At that moment, the system had already told him about Xiao yuanmu's physical condition in his mind: irregular work and rest, low fever caused by continuous staying up late, emotional stomach spasm caused by physical fatigue and emotional ups and downs.

He didn't have stomach spasm, but he had acute gastroenteritis caused by drinking too much. He was so anxious that his stomach sometimes contracted and tingled, sometimes it was sour and swelled. At that time, he was in the same emergency room with him. He was a patient with stomach spasm, a man in his forties, shivering and screaming in his bed, opening his mouth to vomit, as if he would die in the next second I want to faint.

Song Xuanhe has been afraid of pain since he was a child. He remembers that he was shocked by the patient's appearance and his stomachache was relieved for a moment. Then he can't help asking the doctor, "what happened to that man just now? Is there something wrong with his internal organs?"

The doctor looked at him faintly and said, "stomach spasm."

"So painful?"

"Do you feel any pain now?" The doctor asked him.

Song Xuan and nature nodded. The doctor laughed and said to him, "it's ten times more painful than you are now."

Since that day, song Xuanhe has changed his habit of eating disorderly. His regular meals are normal, and he doesn't drink too much anymore. He has firmly remembered the tragedy of the patient with gastric spasm in his mind.

Seeing the calm Xiao yuanmu at the moment, song Xuan and his hand on his side suddenly twitched, and his heart suddenly became sour.

How did Xiao yuanmu experience the shocking pain to be able to bear the pain of crying and rolling without showing any difference, and how difficult he was to keep a strong and indifferent shell all the time? Even if he was in a cold sweat, he didn't want to be seen as weak.

All of a sudden, song Xuanhe understood why Xiao yuanmu had been refusing and perfunctory. At this moment, he could no longer break his armor like shell, regardless of the blood inside him, just for peace of mind.

Song Xuanhe stepped back. He glanced at Xiao yuanmu, who was already pale as paper. Then he stopped looking at him and pretended to believe his words: "in this case, I won't disturb you any more. You can stay in the room and have a rest, but I have to put a bowl of porridge and a cup of hot water in it. After all, it's the hard work of other chefs. Can't you refuse it?"Xiao yuanmu glanced at him. In fact, at this time, he didn't want anyone to disturb him. He didn't even want anything breathing in the apartment. But he knew how stubborn song Xuanhe was, and he couldn't last long.

"Put your things away and leave at once."

Song Xuanhe nodded his head gently, turned around and immediately put the porridge on the bedside table in Xiao yuanmu's room, with a pot of hot water to keep warm. After that, he looked at Xiao yuanmu, who had been standing at the door and had put down his hand covering his stomach. Without changing his posture, he pursed his lips slightly: "I won't disturb you any more, you have a rest."

Seeing the door closed by song Xuan and his close friends, Xiao yuanmu reluctantly supports his straight back and bends down in an instant. He covers his stomach and slides to the ground. The cold sweat on his forehead condenses into drops and falls on his black trousers without a trace.

After a long time, there was no movement outside. Xiao yuanmu covered his stomach and curled up on the ground. His posture also changed. He locked the door for the first time, then grasped the copper handrail of the door and stood up a little bit.

He had straightened his back as much as he could, but the pain spreading from his stomach to his whole body still made him bend down. When he came to the bedside, he finally took off his strength and fell down.

When he closed his eyes, Xiao yuanmu's eyes moved away from the atherosclerotic bowl and the thermos cup, and looked faintly into the void. When the dim color faded, he closed his eyes and endured the familiar pain.

There was a cold smile on Xiao yuanmu's lips. It was The most profound gift from his family.

With the increase of pain, the pale corners of Xiao yuanmu's mouth are gradually bitten with blood. However, his consciousness has become more and more sober than ever before - the sense of uncontrollability after his rebirth. With the onset of the old problems of his last life, he gradually returns to Xiao yuanmu's hands, and those vacillations and emotions are excluded from his reason.

Xiao family is his ultimate goal.

Song Xuanhe did not return to his room, but waited in the living room, ready to deal with Xiao yuanmu's special situation.

The system saw that song Xuanhe didn't speak all the time, and his face was never as complicated as before. He couldn't help saying: "there is no effective way to relieve emotional stomach spasm even if he is sent to the hospital. He can only relieve himself, and the low fever is not serious. You don't have to worry. 】

Song Xuanhe naturally knew that if he didn't know it, he couldn't have left Xiao yuanmu alone in the room. He just suddenly thought of a question: will Xiao yuanmu really be happy to go to the Xiao family?

Thinking of the contents of the book, Xiao yuanmu is very skillful in dealing with both the business and the Xiao family. But is he happy?

Song Xuanhe never thought about it, and the readers of this book never thought about it.

Xiao yuanmu found his own parents, restored his noble status, made all those who had offended him deserve what they had done before, and finally became the owner of the Xiao family.

Seeing all this in the book at that time, song Xuan and nature felt that Xiao yuanmu was happy. It should be happy for orphans to return to their own parents, for the bottom of the society to become the heirs of the plutocrats, and for them to retaliate against all their enemies

However, the author has never written about Xiao yuanmu's unhappiness. He only tells readers that after his rebirth, Xiao yuanmu has everything that the world envies and yearns for, everything that human beings flock to, and everything he lacks before is readily available to him.

Therefore, both readers and song Xuanhe thought that Xiao yuanmu was happy.

But if he is happy, will Xiao yuanmu be gloomy and indifferent until the later stage of the book? And what caused his unchanging indifference was just the things that song Xuan and he caused before his rebirth?

Song Xuanhe put his hand over his eyes. After the light disappeared, he seemed to hear Xiao yuanmu, who was separated by a wall, endure the pain and groan. He was fragile and tolerant, like a cub who was forced back by the darkness and could only hide in a corner and lick the wound. Finally, he watched the darkness spread over the wound and faded the last trace of life.

[song Xuanhe! 】

the sound of the system suddenly rings, which brings song Xuan and he back to God.

What's the matter? 】

[what were you thinking? 】The tone of the system is so dignified for the first time, it says: [the data of the task completion analysis of the world main line just now suddenly appears abnormal, which means that you suddenly have a strong will to destroy the key plot. If you don't control your mind well, when you take action, the main brain will immediately realize that you will be forced to end the task, because this is the Tasker The most serious violation is that you will not even have the chance to return to your body and live for another half a year. 】

the system says: "song Xuanhe, don't be good at asserting, don't make fun of your own life. 】

after listening to the system, song Xuanhe didn't take away his hand covering his eyes, but his eyes just closed had opened. The crystal lamp on the top was bright and fell on his retina through his fingers, but it suddenly made him think of the darkness. The light was a bright color, but it was like the fog that could invade the human body and blindfolded his eyes.[song Xuanhe? 】The system called him again, in a worried tone: [you can't miss it, can you? If you think about it for yourself, now that Xiao yuanmu's words lead to your tragic death, the plot is basically gone. As long as you stay in this world for another year and a half, you can return to your original world, and then you will have a healthy body. Don't do wrong on impulse! 】

do something wrong?

Song Xuanhe sneered. The system's worry was too superfluous. He was not a man who could fight against injustice. If he was such a man, he would not agree to trade with the system at the beginning. Later, he would not turn a blind eye to the plot that knew Xiao yuanmu would have an accident. He even pushed it secretly.

From the beginning to the end, he was the one who was not qualified to sympathize with or help Xiao yuanmu.

[song Xuanhe? 】

hearing song Xuanhe's laughter, the system is a little flustered. Every time song Xuanhe laughs like this, he is in a bad mood. Isn't he really planning to organize the plot?

Song 】

Song Xuanhe interrupted the exchange of the system again and said coldly: "don't worry, what you are worried about can't happen. 】

[really? 】The system is a bit insecure.

[really. 】Song Xuanhe took the hand that covered his eyes, and the corner of his mouth pointed out: "don't worry. 】

the system was dubious. After thinking about it, it said: "your parents and friends' cemeteries are all over there. Don't 】

[shut up! 】

as song Xuan and Huo get up, their faces are almost dark and cold for the first time. Their hands on the side of their body are pinched into fists, and the pressure of their words is extremely low and cold: [z48, pay attention to your words, never mention anything you shouldn't mention in front of me. 】

for the first time, the system was called by song Xuan and his original name. It was also the first time to see song Xuan and such a terrible look. Its chips seemed to be frozen for a moment. The data told it not to speak subtly at this time. But somehow, looking at Song Xuan and his face, it suddenly thought of Xiao yuanmu.

Song Xuan's expression at the moment is very similar to that of Xiao yuanmu.

The system spoke cautiously: [I see. 】

Song Xuanhe looked coldly at a little bit in the void. After a while, he sat down again, took a pillow and lay down on the sofa. With his long curly eyelashes closed, his eyes were still.

Wake up again, because the phone ring, no caller ID, the number is vague and familiar.

Song Xuanhe looked at the dark sky outside, and then looked at the closed door. Then he slowly picked up the phone, and his voice was a little hoarse: "who?"

"I'm Lu Chao." LV Chao's voice was very low and his tone was strange: "thanks to ER Shao, my good brother has been picked up. You said he can get into your eyes. My father kept on putting him carefully in the master bedroom on the second floor, and he was going to hold a banquet to invite Er Shao to dinner. Would you like to come here?"

When he heard LV Chao's voice, song Xuanhe seemed to hang up, but after hearing the content clearly, he chuckled and said, "it's not necessary to have dinner. Since the LV family has done a good job, I will naturally go to say hello to several uncles and hang up if I have nothing to do."

"Song Xuanhe!" Lu Chao's voice rose in vain. He ran along the radio into song Xuanhe's ear and asked him to take his mobile phone away.

"We used to be good brothers. You know that I hate that bastard and his humble family most. My mother even asked us to take him back and recognize his ancestors. Do you know that because of this, Lu Yue's wild chicken mother dares to come to my song family and ask for status, so angry that my mother almost jumps out of the building to commit suicide!"

Song Xuan and the mobile phone he moved away took back to his ear. He was in a bad mood and needed some entertainment, so he said, "what else?"

"What else?" Lu's voice was a bit hysterical. "My father even wanted to bring the wild chicken close to the house. My grandparents, who had been against me, also acquiesced. If my mother didn't want to, my father would send her to the mental hospital!"

"Song Xuanhe, you know what will happen when LV Yue comes to my house! My mom was so nice to you! Are you still human? "

Lu Chao's accusations are one after another, each with irrepressible resentment. It seems that he wants to eat his flesh and peel his bone through the phone.

"No more?" Song Xuan and his hand were wandering by the sofa, fiddling with the pages on the tea table carelessly. His tone was very cold, and he seemed to dislike LV Chao's boring remarks.

"Song Xuanhe, I will make you pay the price!"

Lu Chao was so angry that he couldn't speak. After leaving this sentence, he hung up directly.

Song Xuanhe threw the mobile phone away, picked up the magazine that had just opened the page, flipped a page, and looked at it in front of him.

-- the world's richest people, hidden families who do not participate in the wealth ranking, are truly rich and can be enemies.

The title is boring. Song Xuan and his eyes move down:

the eight families are composed of eight powerful families from different races and countries all over the world, including the Hoffman family from delay, the Guan family from Canada and the origin of neon countrySong Xuanhe frowned and introduced the Xiao family directly:

the Xiao family, which originated from a powerful family in ancient China, is now one of the eight major families. Since the 1980s, the Xiao family has been very forward-looking in penetrating into the steel and railway industries, and engaged in investment and bank credit business. Until now, no one can know how much wealth this family has accumulated, he said They are not only standing at the top of the pyramid, but also can't be expected to exist.

The Xiao family attaches great importance to the education and education of their descendants. Before they become adults, they seldom reveal their real identities. Only when they become adults do they walk in the forefront of all walks of life as the Xiao family. As a result, the country where the Xiao family really settled has become very mysterious, and no one knows for sure

After scanning these two paragraphs in a hurry, song Xuanhe found no interesting information. He threw the magazine aside with no interest. He didn't know what he was thinking.

I just went to sleep and didn't wake up until dawn the next day.

The housekeeper just appeared at this time. Seeing that song Xuan and he didn't even change his clothes, he seemed to lie on the sofa for a night without any change in his expression. After saying hello and reporting the breakfast prepared by the kitchen, he respectfully asked, "young master song, do you have any special instructions for breakfast?"

Song Xuanhe looked at the closed door, lowered his voice and said, "prepare some light food. It's better to specially give it to people who have an uncomfortable stomach. It's better to have sweet porridge."

The housekeeper nodded respectfully, turned and went out.

Song Xuan and his wife took a shower and changed their clothes. When they came out, they knocked on Xiao yuanmu's door, no more than three times.

The door opened quickly. Xiao yuanmu was still dressed yesterday, but his face was much better. He looked at Song Xuanhe and said faintly, "I'll come out after a shower."

Song Xuanhe nodded. Just as he wanted to speak, the door was closed by Xiao yuanmu.

He looked at the wooden door closed in front of him, pulled a little bit from the corner of his mouth, turned around and went directly to the restaurant.

The housekeeper prepared quickly, and soon everything he had just ordered was put on the table. When he saw that there was only song Xuan and one person on the table, he asked, "would you like to ladle out the porridge or put it aside?"

Song Xuanhe didn't like to eat sweet things in the morning. He looked at the porcelain bowl with exquisite patterns and said, "just put it on the table. I'll drink it later and serve it myself."

The housekeeper leaned over, waited for the waiter to put all the dishes in place, and said, "if you have any orders, I'll be at the door."

Song Xuanhe whispered. As soon as he wanted to ask about the food to nourish his stomach, he saw the housekeeper turn around and say to the door of the restaurant, "good morning, Mr. Xiao."

Xiao yuanmu nodded lightly and sat down opposite song Xuanhe. When he saw the food on the table, his eyes flashed slightly. He looked up at Song Xuanhe who was drinking porridge.

Noticing his sight, song Xuanhe put down his spoon and said coldly, "what's the matter?"

Xiao yuanmu took back his sight. After yesterday's event, he didn't restrain his coldness, but his eyes were calm again. He said faintly: "I will submit my resignation today."

Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge with a spoon. He couldn't hear any emotion in his voice: "you told me yesterday."

"And I'll move out of your apartment."

Song Xuanhe raised his eyes. There was a trace of surprise on his face, but he couldn't see the look under his eyes: "break up?"

Xiao yuanmu was in line with him. He had made a decision last night, but he hesitated when he answered with certainty. He suddenly thought of the cold porridge on the bedside table and the warm water on the bedside table when he got up in the morning, as well as the warm feeling when the warm water flowed through his throat and into his stomach.

At this point, maybe there will be no chance to meet again in the future, and he doesn't want to leave another person who will affect his mood.

But there's no need to be in such a hurry. Just deal with all this before entering Xiao's house.

Xiao yuanmu looked away and said in a light voice, "it's just moving out."

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