Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend(ON-HOLD)

Chapter 4

The sports car quickly entered the well-equipped high-end villa area, and then entered one of the two-story small-story parking lots.

Song Yan and Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the co-driver's seat with expressionless expressions and closed eyes, thinking that from now on, he would not only have to eat and live with this big man, but would also torture him in a trick. Tears shed for myself who could not be more miserable in the future.

As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes. His eyes were as cold as a deep pond, clear and sober, without any trace of sleep.

Song Xunhe was not surprised. If Xiao Yuanmu could fall asleep in a man's car that forced him to bend down, it would be the thriller of Jurassic resurrection of dinosaurs.

"Here it is, go on." Song Yanhe said dutifully, "You will stay with me here in the future, and I will show you to your room when I see you, and after that you go to the kitchen to make dinner."

Xiao Yuanmu gave him a slight glance, opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Yonghe was relieved, and took him around the two-story villa before opening a room and saying, "You will live here in the future."

In this book, Song Yehe thinks that the only thing that the original owner did right is probably to sleep with Xiao Yuanmu. Although he does n't know why he has a lover, he still sleeps separately. But because of this, Song Yehe And at least don't worry at night, in case Xiao Yuanmu is unhappy and kills him.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the clean and tidy room without a doubt, and then turned his eyes to Song Yong and said, "What are you going to eat?"

"It doesn't matter." It's not where the plot is. Song Yanhe doesn't want to add any more to this big man, and he doesn't picky eaters: "I eat everything, you can do it."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't say much, and turned straight downstairs.

Looking at his back disappearing at the stairs, Song Yonghe breathed a long breath, opened the next room and lay down on the bed, his muscles slowly relaxed. He was so frightened today that he needs to recover.

After lying down for more than ten minutes, just as Song Yan and lethargy, the ringing of the cell phone suddenly rang him back from the chaotic darkness.

Holding the phone lazily, glancing at the caller ID without notes, he answered: "What's the matter?"

"Song Shao, you are ready to arrange things, when are you going to visit the class?" Over the phone, Song Yehe could hear the charm over there.

However, after such a sentence, he remembered who this person was and what he had planned for the past two days.

"I'm here on the weekend." Because I nearly fell asleep, Song Yan and the husky and gentle voice of some of the sister-in-law's carelessness: "Don't make everyone know, I just want to play."

"Know, know." The people over there quickly replied, and very eloquently gave Song Yanhe a sound excuse: "Song Song rarely plans to pick a few films to invest in, but he just goes to the studio to investigate."

Song Yan and Wen Yan thought this person was funny, and couldn't help laughing, reminding him: "I have long admired Liu Ying for a long time and hope to see a real person tomorrow."

There was an unspoken smile over there, saying: "It is the glory of Liu Ying that she can win the favor of Song Shao, and she will definitely be there on the weekend."

Hanging up the phone, Song Xunhe couldn't hold back his eyes. The man on the phone was a director with his own team, called Huang Cong. His shooting skills were far from superb. He did everything in an exquisite manner. If this kind of person is in ancient times, it would be a lively **** from the East Factory, and there would be absolutely no word for me.