MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 83 Eighty-three big brother

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"No, few people know about Yu Yan and I in love. Where did you know that?"

Song Yan and perfunctory said: "The expression you have just showed that you are very close to each other, not to mention that you have a first love, split, and many times, there are people spreading everywhere, how do I not know."

"This way ..." Zhou Nan clipped chopsticks, took a few sips and suddenly turned to ask Song Yehe: "Do you think if I look for Yu Yan, will he agree?"

"meeting."

Song Yan and the answer were so stern, that Zhou Nan almost believed that as long as he spoke, Yu Yan would recombine with him, but his brain heat was only instantaneous, and the light in his eyes slowly faded: "You do n’t know How does he know if he can promise me? "

"Um." Song Yanhe said nothing, eating lightly.

"I have found that since you broke up with Xiao Yuanmu, you have become more and more like him." Zhou Nan looked at Song Yan and calmed his face, and said, "More and more expressionless, less talk, and also……"

"What else?"

Zhou Nan shook her head gently, and said, "Always I think--"

"Hehe." Xiao Sheng, who just went out after taking a call, walked in and interrupted Zhou Nan's words. "When Feng Tong will come over, he said he'll find you something. Would you like to meet him?"

Song Xunhe thought about it, and said, "I'll pick him up later."

Zhou Nan's words were interrupted by Xiao Shenglin, and the topic was gone. After eating, Song Yehe received a call from Feng Tong and went directly to the tea room to wait for him.

The door was knocked twice, Song Yanhe said, and the waiter led Feng Tong in.

Feng Tong took off his jacket and smiled lightly: "This mountain is pretty good, and I just couldn't hold back after playing in the snow for a while."

Song Yonghe handed the brewed tea to him, bending his eyes and saying, "I'll have fun when I finish drinking tea. Do you have any other arrangements in the afternoon?"

"Persuading you to be my partner?"

"It would be possible to go to the ski field." Song Yan smiled, and then said positively: "I'm sorry, I haven't considered any studios for the time being. There are other reasons besides that I'm still with Song. I hope you understand. "

Feng Tong laughed and didn't answer him, but said, "Do you remember Jiang Deyi who came on my birthday before?"

Song Zhenghe raised his eyebrows and signaled that Feng Tong should continue.

"He learned that I was going to open a studio, so he sent me an email and attached a recommendation letter from his mentor, hoping to be one of the founders of my studio." Feng Tong saw Song Yehe not Even the concerned look didn't get angry, and continued: "I didn't have much resonance with his design, so I directly rejected it."

"However, my mentor later sent me an e-mail, highlighting Jiang Deyi's current value, and let me put down the writing requirements and compromise for the potential value besides his design ..."

"Although I am not a person who likes to compromise, but I am still more cautious in understanding current affairs, so I checked his background and found something unexpected." Feng Tong's expression was somewhat meaningful: "He recently An oil painting was photographed at a high price of US $ 200,000. As a non-oil painting professional costume design student and a novice painter, this price is very intriguing, but what interests me more is the oil painting. People. "

In the face of Feng Tong's seemingly suggestive expression, Song Yonghe frowned indifferently.

To be honest, he has no interest in the mysterious man who took Jiang Deyi's oil painting in Feng Tong ’s mouth, and he prefers open-minded communication most of the time, especially for friends. At this time, Feng Tong ’s communication method and the way of selling key The tone did not arouse his interest, but made him a bit impatient.

Feng Tong noticed the look of Song Xihe, and said directly: "The oil painting of Jiang Deyi was the president of Reany, who is a sudden rise of rice, recently. His Chinese name is Xiao Mingyuan."

Song Yan and Hitomi were slightly trembling, but their faces did not change, and said lightly, "What then?"

"Then I heard that Mr. Xiao gave the picture he took back from Jiang Deyi to the chairman of a company he recently acquired and told him that since he does n’t understand appreciation and how to run a company, he Just buy back a company that ca n’t operate and send a painting that the chairman loves.

Feng Tong raised an eyebrow: "These four words are the greatest insult to Jiang Deyi's artistic value."

Song Yanhe quietly twitched his lips and pressed back, indifferently: "What does that have to do with me?"

"Because Mr. Jiang Deyi is entangled in President Xiao of Re, he must let him see the value of his paintings. Therefore, Re offends Heideman Huffman, the heir of the Huffman family behind Jiang Deyi, and therefore my work The office either immediately found a suitable partner and pushed Jiang Deyi's self-recommendation for reasonable reasons, or he could only accept Jiang Deyi. "

"I think your joining can help me resolve the crisis."

Song Yanhe looked up, surprised, "Partners?"

Feng Tong raised an eyebrow: "Did I not tell you? I want to be a joint studio. I want to try whether the two styles develop independently but can go hand in hand. As a young man under 30, I think I can still afford to lose, Mr. Song, would you like to explore a new future with me? "

Song Ye and the corners of his mouth squinted slightly, and drank hot tea until the tea scented back and sweet aftertaste, then he said, "Give me two days, I think about it."

"Of course you can." Feng Tong drank the tea and teased, "I have to say that your tea making skills are really average."

Song Minhe got up, and smiled back, "I hope your skiing skills will not be like my tea making skills."

Two days later.

Song Zhenghe and Feng Tong met again and signed a detailed contract for a cooperative studio contract.

Feng Tong reached out his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Song Yehe bent his eyes and held his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Fengtong Studio's preliminary preparations have been very thorough. After the contract was signed, he took Song Yong and went to his studio for a tour, and took him to know several designers, including the last time People that Tong met on his birthday.

"See you again, Mr. Song, and we will be partners in the future."

After saying hello, I went to a hotel in Fengtong for dinner together. Before the studio was officially established, we became familiar with each other to eliminate the strangeness between each other.

All the designers present are naturally talking about design, but talking about it, I do n’t know what happened and I mentioned that Jiang Deyi ’s oil painting was shot at a high price, and it was publicly insulted within a few days before the spring breeze was smug. thing.

Some people only think that the gossip is just fun, and some people think that the purchase of the painting is a bit excessive. "The president of the re is really too arrogant. Although Jiang Deyi is not a graduate of oil painting, his works may not be able to sell at such high prices. However, the artist's original intention of holding galleries or auctions is only to show works. He doesn't like to buy it, so why raise the price and say that, isn't it insulting? "

"I don't think so." Someone retorted: "Jiang Deyi couldn't see how he weighed a few pounds or two, and he didn't allow others to speak freely. Besides, the president of others re did not speak publicly on a loudspeaker or on any program. When he said this, it was a very private place. There was no irregularity in buying gifts. He took money and goods in one hand. Since the president of re is the owner of the painting, how can he evaluate and give away? What he said was his own freedom, and where could he be said to be insulting. "

"But this word came out, everyone knows. Now Jiang Deyi is ridiculed by the oil painting circle and crowded out by the design circle. Don't you think that the cause of this matter, does the president of Re need to bear responsibility for this?"

"Why should he bear responsibility?" The designer who spoke was inexplicable: "Is it his responsibility to say that a word has been passed on by someone with a heart? Can't he even say what he thinks?"

But the person in front of you, the designer pursed his lips tightly, turned to look at Feng Tong, and said, "Brother Tong, what do you think?"

Wind Tong Jiacai's hand, kicked the leather fairway: "I'm eating, you can let Hehe talk."

The designer looked at Song Yehe, and Song Ye and Pi Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Tong without a smile, and said, "I have no idea. What other people do and how they say it is someone else's thing. I do n’t know why it is inconvenient to post. view."

He said that the two designers who just argued realized that it was not appropriate for them to argue on the occasion in front of them, so they stopped discussing this topic. After one person drank a glass of wine, they turned immediately. On other topics.

A girl who hadn't spoken in the corner suddenly looked up and said, "Do you know the Xiao Boyi of the Xiao family?"

When she heard the name, many people's eyes turned to her.

"What's up with him?"

However, some people were very puzzled: "I haven't heard of it, who?"

"The Xiao family, one of the eight wealthy wealthy men!" The other person turned his head and said: "It is rumored that Xiao Baizhen is the sole heir of the Xiao family, but the news of the Xiao family's next generation has always been well protected and is particularly vague, so we also It's not clear if this is true, but it is certain that Xiao Baizheng is the Xiao family. He is also one of the few people in the Xiao family who have been exploded. "

"Eight big chaebols?" The questioner woke up and asked, "I heard about the eight big chaebols when I was in school in country s. Someone said that one of them's family was in country s, but I never inquired about these. Caitlyn, aren't you at school with me, how do you know so much? "

The girl who started the conversation, Caitlin said, "I and you are college classmates, Xiao Baizheng is my high school classmate. At that time, he was in high school at the age of fourteen and jumped to the fourth grade. Some white children will bully other people with different skin colors, but although Xiao Bozhen is the youngest, no one dares to bully him, so we have always been interested in his rumors. "

"I just heard one of my high school classmates say that today is Xiao Baiji's adult ceremony. I sent some photos to me, but I can only describe it in astonishment. Look at it."

Caitlin's mobile phones were circulated one by one, and a burst of exclaiming was ushered. When Song Yan and his hands took the action, he took a pause, and then his eyes fell on the photos.

The first photo is a very old and tall castle. Kaitlyn ’s "amazing" words are very appropriate, because this castle is really difficult to describe. It must be said that Jomo is not quite like reality and the whole Architecture that will appear in the times.

The family conditions that can learn design and come to this stage will not be worse, not to mention that there are still a few people here who are also called second and third generations. Even if they are a few bloodlines, they can also say a few words.

But this solemn and solemn castle in the photo is indeed very rare.

In modern society, there is no shortage of castles, whether they can be visited or not. Because of the development of the Internet, even if you can't shoot the scenes inside, people who want to check the information can always look at the shape. Here, even if it is an open royal castle and manor, none of the castles has the sense of history and strong solemnity and elegance that this castle in the photo has.

Without knowing why, he suddenly remembered Xiao Ranyun's rejection when talking about the Xiao family and his description of the depression. Then again, he thought of Xiao Yuanmu's future ten or twenty years or even forty-sixty-six years. He couldn't help but feel a little dull.

The sour, similar distressed emotions poured into Song Xihe's heart very rare.

He slipped subconsciously, glanced at the next few photos, and then passed the phone to the next person.

After everyone looked at the photos, the person who asked the question thoughtfully said, "This castle is really old, maybe more than a few hundred years old, but I don't know why, I always think that the mountain behind the manor I There seems to be a little impression. "

Someone laughed when they heard the words: "Can you still distinguish the difference between mountains?"

"I really feel a little familiar. It ’s not how familiar the mountain is, but that the vegetation distribution on that mountain is very familiar to you. You should know that my dad is studying plants, so I am particularly sensitive to these. Once I and my classmates The skier got lost and walked for a long time. It seems that I just got there. In order to find the way, it is because of my habit. I looked at the vegetation distribution there a little, so that after walking out, I was particularly impressed by the plants of that mountain. The two mountains may be It ’s the same, but there are basically no two vegetations that are exactly the same ... "

"Okay, there is nothing strange about the plants grown on the two mountains. As long as the terrain and climate are similar, there is no difference in the plants on the mountain."

"It's really not that. I'm really familiar with that mountain, especially the middle of the mountain forest was installed with a power grid. At that time, I thought about why I thought I broke into the military base or secret test site or something. At first glance, maybe it's the Xiao family ... "

"Stop!" Someone interrupted him in a stop gesture: "Then you say where did you see this mountain?"

"S country." He said: "I was skiing with friends when I was a sophomore ..."

"It is well known that the Xiao family is in the rice country." The humane said: "Although this location has not been determined, it is still close to ten, so 80% of your guess is wrong."

He hesitated for a moment and looked at the others. After seeing them nodded, he felt his head a little disappointed and said, "I thought I had accidentally hit a big secret."

"Such a big secret can be broken by you. It's not as good as buying a lottery."

Now that we're teasing each other, this topic is over.

Song Yonghe ate quietly, and did not take what the man just said seriously. These people are not sure, but as a reader who has read the novel, he knows very well that the Xiao family is in the rice country, and the book contains Xiao Yuanmu hasn't been to s country, presumably that person's guess was really just a guess.

The dinner ended in a gossip of chat. Few people moved chopsticks at a banquet. Only Song Yan and the whole person were tasting it seriously.

When leaving, someone teased, "I didn't eat a few bites just after talking. Just watching Mr. Song hasn't stopped chopsticks, I know that the chefs here are very good. I knew I had just tasted a few more bites."

Feng Tong smiled: "If you like it, I can order some dishes for you."

"Don't use it, it's the same for the next dinner."

Song Yan and Hooked his lower lip without talking.

As soon as the dinner was over, everyone went home. Feng Tong and Song Yehe came together, and the car stopped together. Halfway, Feng Tong said, "Sorry, Ke Zhu just didn't pay attention."

If Song Ye and the person in his hand turned away, the car unlocking sounded at the same time. He said, "It's okay, this is normal. He won't say more after my work comes out."

Feng Tong laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be so confident. I thought I would comfort you."

Song Yanhe opened the door and sat in, "Thank you anyway for your comfort."

Feng Tong waved his hand to him and also opened his own car door. Song Yehe closed the car door, and the world was quiet again.

He had already thought of the current results when he decided to cooperate with Feng Tong, so he would not be angry with other people's faint rejection and provocation. Besides, this matter is not a provocation today, but it is the people who cooperate with him in the future. Just a little tentative, he has already prepared for this situation, and can naturally deal with this situation.

However, I don't know why he always feels a little lacking, and wants to enter a quiet and unoccupied place as soon as possible, alone.

Song Kun and his car reversed out of the garage, and looked across the bustling streets like daylights, and closed them back without a pause, focusing on driving.

There is no music here, but there is a silence, but Song Xunhe feels a little relaxed, and the corners of his mouth that are slightly squinted are also slightly hooked.

However, the corner of the mouth just evoked, but returned to straight at the moment when the music sounded, Song Ye and too lazy to wear a Bluetooth headset, let alone take a call from a strange number, and ignored it.

But the caller did not spare, the music just weakened and disappeared for less than a second, and then made a comeback, and the noise continued for a while, Song Ye and his hands hanging up there would be almost, annoying him, only Put on the headset to answer the call.

In a good mood, the voice of the speech was cold: "Who?"

"Not in a good mood?" The sound coming from the earphones is clear, but it is more magnetic because it is transmitted through the media.

Song Ye and the steering wheel acted for a moment, and frowned after seeing his past car, turning and entering the main road, before he had time to speak, he said again: "I'm not in a good mood . "

"why?"

Without thinking about these words, these three words blurted out, letting Song Yun and himself be stunned for a moment.

However, after a while, he gathered his mind to pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's voice on the other side of the headset, and really wanted to know why he was unhappy.

When Xiao Yuanmu was with him, he rarely had strong emotional fluctuations. The most intense time he had ever seen was Xiao Yuanmu's stomach cramps. I heard that Xiao Yuanmu's stomach cramps were caused by too much emotion. Excitement aroused, but even so, Xiao Yuanmu did not open a word about whether he was in a good mood, and suddenly heard him say this, Song Yunhe was really curious.

"Because of many things."

Through the headphones and across the Pacific Ocean, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to relax a lot when he showed his emotions. He sounded quietly, came through the headphones, and Song Yunhe seemed to be able to feel his dark mood.

After Xiao Yuanmu said these five words, he stopped talking, and a sound of shallow breathing came. Song Yunhe drove the car, and his annoyed mood calmed down because of the ringing of his cell phone.

I don't know how long before, Xiao Yuanmu said again: "Why don't you contact me again?"

Song Yan aroused a little with the corners of his mouth, and there were shallow lying silkworms under the curved drooping eyes: "Because I don't contact you, I'm in a bad mood?"

"Fifty percent." Xiao Yuanmu thought for a moment, and said lightly, "I bought a painting a few days ago, but it was so ugly because it was too ugly."

The radian of the corners of Song Yan and his mouth deepened, and he hummed softly, did not respond to the topic, and motioned him to continue.

"do you miss me?"

Song Yonghe almost stepped on the brakes, finally managed to stabilize, and said, "I don't want to."

Xiao Yuanmu's voice sank, reminding him, "We didn't break up."

"Each word." Song Yan and a smile on his face: "Since you can't see each other, you think you are ashamed."

"Will you be with someone other than me?"

"Who knows?"

Xiao Yuanmu laughed, his voice was low, and he was determined: "You won't."

Song Kun and raising eyebrows did not deny it.

Xiao Yuanmu's mood was not heard, and Xiao Yuanmu was in a better mood than before, saying: "I held a seven-hour meeting today to discuss the supply of new energy. Three of them secretly put pressure on monopoly acquisitions ... "

Probably don't know what to say, Xiao Yuanmu said in a faint voice what he had done in this period of time, and talked about what he and Song Kun had known the most.

Song Yonghe was not impatient, listening quietly, the car had already reached the parking lot downstairs in the apartment and did not go out, but sat in the car and listened to him.

Xiao Yuanmu hadn't talked much at all, and his work was nothing more than a few. Even if this was his most talked time, it was only five minutes.

In the end, Xiao Yuanmu asked Song Yunhe: "Are you feeling better?"

Song Yanhe asked: "How about you?"

The only answer was his light breath. Song Yehe leaned on the back of his chair, put one hand on his forehead, and said, "Me too."