MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 87 Eighty-seventh Big Brother

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"What's the matter? President Xiao, as long as you say, I will absolutely listen to your orders." Song Guohua did not expect to be able to get on Xiao Yuanmu's boat so easily, his face was shaking with excitement, and he even trembled when he spoke.

Xiao Yuanmu looked into the distance, taking a panoramic view of the congested traffic, his eyes were light, and he didn't open his mouth for a while.

There has been no sound across the phone, and Song Guohua didn't dare to urge, waiting quietly.

The office door was knocked, Xiao Yuanmu looked back, and didn't hang up the phone, and spoke directly.

Yang Jie pushed in the door and saw Xiao Yuanmu holding the phone in his hand, his eyes made a trace of it, and said, "It's ten minutes and a half hours away. Brother Xiao, would you like to eat something, or I let Let's postpone the meeting. "

"No," Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "the meeting continues on time."

Yang Jie nodded and looked at the phone in Xiao Yuanmu's hand hesitantly. As soon as he was about to say something, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. He took out the phone and looked at it. Stop looking at Xiao Yuanmu.

Noting Yang Jie's sight, Xiao Yuanmu thought it was an important matter, and hung up the phone, saying, "What's wrong?"

"Telephone ..." Yang Jie lifted his phone, and the screen faced Xiao Yuanmu's direction: "Song Shao called."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his face slightly to look out the window, and said quietly, "Come on."

Yang Jie paused for a few seconds, turned on the speakerphone, and connected the phone.

"Hey, Song Shao."

Song Xin, who was just rescued from Song Yilin by Li Nian'an, was in a good mood, her voice was a bit cheerful: "Yang Jie, where are you now?"

"I'm in Xiao ..." Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression, and rephrased: "I'm in the small conference room, sorting out the materials for the meeting."

"Do you know where Xiao Yuanmu is?"

Yang Jie went to see Xiao Yuan's expression again, seeing that he did not look at him, truthfully said: "General Xiao is in the office."

"He is very busy?"

Xiao Yuanmu nodded gently, Yang Jie said: "It's very busy. President Xiao didn't go back to work overtime at the company last night. He called the company's shareholders early in the morning to meet for five hours before taking a break ..."

"It's like this." Song Yan snorted and lied without blinking. "No wonder I just couldn't get him through the phone. He might be too tired to fall asleep in the office."

Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu, and Xiao Yuanmu approached two steps to signal Yang Jie to continue.

"General Manager Xiao should not be sleeping, or should I help you find him?" Yang Jie didn't know what to say, he just wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

"No need." Song Yunhe lay down on the bed, comfortingly exhaled: "You congratulate him for me, it is your company's ranking, I'm going to rest, and hang up."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to take over the phone, and the call on the other side hung up the previous second.

Facing Xiao Yuanmu's cold eyes, Yang Jie handed the mobile phone over and said, "General Manager Xiao, you can call me back."

Xiao Yuanmu moved his finger, and finally inserted it into his pocket. He said lightly, "No, go and tell the departments to continue the meeting."

In the early morning of the next day, Song Ye and downstairs discovered that Song Jiabao's family had not yet left.

"Ah, well."

Song Guohua greeted Song Yehe with a smile: "Uncle called Mr. Xiao yesterday and he has agreed to cooperate with me, but this matter still needs you to facilitate it, we are a family, this You still have to help Uncle, please? "

Long-term lack of sleep for several months in a row. I only slept for eight hours last night. However, I could n’t make up for the lack before the night. So even if I was woken up by an alarm clock, Song Yehe was still a little sleepy. If today is not a weekend If he had to go to the studio, he would definitely sleep in Song's class for a day.

Song Guohua ushered in at this moment, and what he said in his ear went in from Song Xihe's left ear and then went out of his right ear. He didn't care, and didn't mean to answer.

Seeing Song Yan and his look indifferent, the smile on Song Guohua's face paused, and he continued: "Is it because you didn't sleep well yesterday? You young people should stay up late, otherwise your health will be bad."

Song Xun and perfunctory nodded and sat down in their places.

Seeing him lazily, Song Shulin poured him a glass of freshly squeezed juice and said, "Drink."

Song Yonghe took a few sips, and the cold fruit juice brought a coolness, which made him awake a lot.

"Hey, what did Uncle just tell you ...?"

Song Kun and frowning, his mind was half awake, and his waking up mood followed: "If you and Xiao Yuanmu cooperate, it is also your business, what is it to me?"

"I'm not right to say so with you." Song Guohua's wife said: "We are all family, and it's natural for you to help your uncle."

Song Yonghe stirred the porridge, drank and put down the spoon, and said lightly: "I said a long time ago, I have nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu, but from what I know about him, it wasn't Song Jiabao that offended Xiao Yuanmu. For one and a half years, I was surprised that he was able to cooperate with Uncle so easily. "

"That's why you need to thread the needle." Song Guohua said: "Uncle's company is also a cooperative relationship with Song's. The uncle's company is also beneficial to the Song family's Song. Besides, it was misunderstood before. This misunderstanding It wo n’t be a problem. "

Song Yan and Wen Yan chuckled and pointed at Song Jiabao over his chin. He smiled and said: "How many times have you asked him to offend Xiao Yuanmu? Is there a misunderstanding to resolve it?"

Song Guohua looked at Song Jiabao. Although Song Jiabao was a little frightened, Song Yehe was crowded here. He believed that Song Yehe did not dare to hit him, and his voice was also louder: "The things I did with Xiao Yuanmu were small. Make a fuss, since you were a pair of explanations before, it's okay.

"You see, Jiabao said that it was a little bit of trouble, presumably Mr. Xiao wouldn't care too much." Song Guohua smiled: "If you don't, just help?"

Song Yansong and Song Guochao went downstairs one after the other. Song Guochao just heard this sentence and said, "Your uncle is an elder. He asked you to do some small favors, and you are not willing?"

Having breakfast and having no appetite for breakfast, he lowered the fork in his hand and pulled out his cell phone to make a call.

Seeing the above note, Song Guohua looked nervous: "Hehe, what are you doing?"

"I'll help you ask if he cares." Song Yan and his fingers opened the handsfree, whispered a long wait for the mechanical sound, and said lightly, "Uncle and my father want me to ask my ex-boyfriend for help Before the holiday with my cousin, if you do n’t help, you just do n’t respect the elders and do n’t care for your family. Of course, I have to help you. ”

When Song Guohua heard what he wanted to say, the phone was connected over there.

"Something?"

Hearing this icy sound is obviously not as impatient as receiving a lover's phone call, most of the people present changed their expressions slightly, of which Song Guohua was the worst.

"Yes." Song Yanhe scanned these people's expressions with interest, and said with a smile: "I called you to ask you something."

After waiting for a day, Song Yuan and Xiao Yuan, who was on the phone, paused again. The voice was calm and cold: "You said."

"Do you remember that I have a cousin called Song Jiabao?"

Xiao Yuanmu's voice was even colder when he heard the phone call from Song Yong and so long, "Remember, what happened?"

"He wants to apologize to you." Song Yan and Song Jiabao, who had a tight-eyed expression, said, "I hope you can forgive him regardless of the previous suspicion, and it is better to agree to cooperate with his family. How about it? Do you want to forgive him and cooperate? ? "

Xiao Yuanmu looked down without opening his mouth, the murmur on the phone was a bit heavy, and occasionally there was a slight crisp sound from the collision of the cup and the plate. She didn't need to ask, and she knew Song Ye and handsfree at this time.

And now the domestic time is around 8 am. Yesterday, Song Guohua must be able to call him to see Song Yehe, and at that time Song Guohua would have no choice other than Song Zhai, so Song Yehe It was at the Song family's dining table, and it was very likely that Song Jiabao's family hadn't left yet. The call by Song Yunhe was their reason.

Xiao Yuanmu hooked his lips indifferently. If there were no people like Song Jiabao, maybe Song Xunhe would never think of contacting him.

In less than half a second, Xiao Yuanmu guessed Song Yan and the situation over there and the thoughts of Song Yan and himself.

However, Song Xunhe didn't know it, waiting for Xiao Yuanmu's answer calmly.

"What identity do you use to help them ask me?"

Taking note of the sight that Song Guohua looked at, Song Kun and his lips tickled him, and then said, "As the Song family, my uncle's nephew, my cousin's brother."

"Re has already confirmed the cooperation intention with Hager and determined that it will not cooperate with other refrigeration appliances."

Song Guohua was so disappointed that he looked back at Song Yunhe.

Song Yanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "What about your misunderstanding with my cousin? Can you forgive him now?"

"I did not misunderstand him."

Xiao Yuanmu knew Song Song's relationship with Song Jiabao's family, and he knew that this call was to hear him reject Song Guohua himself, but even if he knew and became angry, he found that he could not make peace with Song Yue The will is reversed.

"Okay." Song Xunhe understood Xiao Yuanmu's meaning, but the Song Jiabao family who seemed relieved apparently did not understand, but he would not kindly remind him, "It's all right, I'm on the phone."

Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were dark, and his thin lips were slightly squinting.

Song Yehe just prepared to hang up, and suddenly thought of something, and said to him over there: "Yes, congratulations on your successful development of new energy."

In just a few words, Xiao Yuanmu's mouth was hooked. He just hummed softly. Song Ye and Conveniently hung up the phone, then his raised mouth was flattened again.

"Don't have any other business?" Song Zhenghe got up and said, "I still have something to do, go out first."

Just after taking a few steps, Song Yan and his footsteps, turned to look at Song Jiabao, with a bad smile in his eyes: "To my cousin, I forgot to tell you, Xiao Yuanmu knows what happened to Boss Sun. "

Song Jiabao cut bacon's knife and changed his face instantly. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Song Yunhe. However, at this time, Song Yunhe left the area that the restaurant could see.

When Song Yehe arrived at the studio, Seventeen had already waited early. He stood a little cramped, watching the designers coming and going busy with his own affairs. When he saw Song Yehe coming in, he was like When I saw the young bird of my parents, I relied on my face.

"Mr. Song!"

Song Yanhe planned to bypass his footsteps into the studio, turned his head to face a pair of bright eyes.

"Teacher Song, you are here. I have already told my agent about training here during this time, and he agreed."

Song Zhenghe nodded his head and said, "Come in with me."

Seventeen followed in step and followed Song Yonghe into his studio.

After closing the door, Song Ye looked at him with his chest in his arms: "Are you nervous about facing strangers?"

Seventeen and a moment, he licked his lips nervously and lowered his eyes, "I will do this in a strange environment."

"Afraid to be a model if you can't adapt to unfamiliar circumstances?" Song Yan and raised his eyebrows, his tone was not mild: "Your agent hasn't told you, can't you mix your character in this circle?"

Seventeen pouted and did not speak.

Looking at him with a childish cheek and silent guilt, Song Xunhe had the illusion that he was bullying a child, but at the age of seventeen, he was indeed a child.

However, Song Er Shao, who has never been ashamed of bullying a child, still speaks sharply: "If you are afraid of being afraid of others, it means that you are not suitable for this circle. You are now in the second year of high school, and it may be more suitable for you to go back to school.

"I like to be a model." Seventeen raised his head sharply, and then looked away from Song Yanhe's eyes, then quickly looked away: "I will work hard to adjust my tension ..."

Song Yanhe sat down on the sofa, looked up at him, and said lightly, "You are so nervous in front of me, I can hardly believe that you will not be out of the situation due to temporary stage fright when you go to the catwalk."

"I won't!" Seventeen looked at Song Xunhe, but his voice was low but firm. "As long as I'm on stage, I won't be nervous anymore."

"So I want to keep you and bet you were nervous before you took the stage?" Song Yanhe raised his eyebrows. "Do you think you deserve to bet on my debut show?"

"But you said I could do it yesterday." Seventeen frowned. "You chose me out of five, wouldn't it prove that I could?"

"No, pick the top boy in the dwarf." Song Yan and looked indifferently: "But today I find that you don't seem to me worth picking out."

"I'm worth it." Seventeen took a step forward, stopped in the sight of Song Yunhe, and said, "I'm absolutely worth it."

Song Yunhe: "Keep this momentum, remember the feeling now, if I see you again tomorrow morning standing in front of the studio with a small face, you will not use it the day after tomorrow."

Seventeen Yiyi, said: "Then I now ..."

"You can go now." Song Zhenghe got up and opened the door: "The same time tomorrow morning, the last chance."

At seventeen, he didn't dare to change his expression, and his jaw was tense. "I don't know what my expression is now. I don't know how to find this feeling again."

"It's not what it is now." Song Yonghe grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the door: "Can you find something that doesn't matter to me?"

Without any hesitation, he closed Seventeen out of the door, and Song Xunhe turned to work.

I don't know how long it took, until Feng Tong knocked on the door, and Song Xunhe broke away from work.

"There will be an interview model this afternoon." Feng Tong walked in and closed the door. "He had a lot of experience before. He walked through an international light luxury show. I have seen one of his shows. Reiki. "

Song Ye and some interests: "Why did he come to interview me?"

"After disappearing for that show, he disappeared for three months, and even his agent couldn't contact him." Feng Tong said, "Because of the breach of contract, the editor of a domestic magazine was offended. He should have been able to get a second-line seal after returning home. Now, because of that, basically no brand business magazine wants him, so I can only come here to try my luck. "

Song Zhenghe directly said: "I don't like people who have no contractual spirit."

Feng Tong smiled and sat down next to him: "I know, but I have a relationship with him, I feel that he is not the kind of person, and I think he matches your temperament very well, so I want to give him A chance, anyway, you haven't found a model for the time being, it's okay to let him come over and try. "

"When will he come?"

After listening to Song Yehe asking, Feng Tong knew that he had agreed, so he laughed: "Actually, he has arrived, but now it is our lunch break, so I have been waiting outside without coming in."

Song Zhenghe nodded slowly, and didn't say to let people in, but just said, "In this case, wait until you have an appointment with him for the interview."

Feng Tong knows what Song Yunhe is thinking. He just said that he just wanted to have a model with good senses, but after all, he and Song Yunhe are collaborators. No amount of words will help him. It depends on his own ability.

After eating, the two were discussing the layout of the show. The venue had already been set, but it was an old church. At that time, both the viewing seats and the surrounding scene layout needed to be carefully considered.

In addition to the layout of the show, they also discussed the backstage, makeup artist, lighting, and so on. The discussion was two hours, but none of them discussed the final result. These trivial things had to be personally involved. That's why Song Yanhe and Feng Tong are so busy.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Song Ye and the studio door were knocked. Feng Tong looked at the time and got up and said, "It's just after lunch break, it should be an appointment for an interview."

Song Zhenghe followed, and he had a lot of things in the afternoon. It was better to have a quick interview.

"You go directly to the fitting room." When Song Tonghe's studio was out together, Feng Tong turned to him and said, "I'll call him over."

Song Yehe had no opinion, turned to the fitting room, and sat down in the position where she was sitting yesterday, waiting for the model Feng Tong said.

Two minutes later, the door of the fitting room was knocked.

"In."

The craft door of gray glass and black iron frame was pushed open, and a tall, indifferent man came in.

Seeing the person, Song Yanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is that you?"

"Song Shao?"

The footsteps of the visitors came, and a crease on the eyebrow seemed to be born, with the coldness and suffocation that was thousands of miles away.

Song Yan and up and down looked at the person, a smile on the corner of his mouth, got up and walked in front of him, and stretched out his hand, "It's been a long time."

The caller hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand with a tight chin.

Song Yanhe shook hands and released him, and retracted his hand: "I didn't expect you to be interviewed, Yu Yan, I thought we would never meet again."

Yu Xuan said lightly, "I thought."

"Okay." Song Yan and raised his eyebrows, walked to the place where they just sat, and walked: "The fitting room is over there, the clothes are inside. What should I do if I wear them out?"

"No." Yu Min passed the kraft paper bag in hand to Song Minhe and turned into the fitting room.

Song Kun and some curious about what happened, so that the young man who had looked decisively but decisively into this cold and miserable look, but have to say that Yu Qi's temperament is indeed very suitable for his design clothes.

Yu Yan changed clothes very quickly, and soon opened the curtain of the fitting room and walked out.

He was not wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the runway floor, wearing a long white linen windbreaker. The clothes seemed to be tailored for him. Every cut was just right. Swinging smoothly, ancient totem embroidery of the same color on the neckline is looming under the light above the fitting room.

This is a long trench coat that seems to be casual. However, the person wearing it is always frosty. A crease between the eyebrows exhales a little bit of breath. The clothes on the model and the temperament of the model are like pure white and pure black. Collision can't be ignored.

Yu Huan was the first person Song Yu and he saw who could interpret his outfit, and the design of this outfit was not completely completed. He could almost imagine that when Yu Huan walked on the catwalk in a ready-made garment How eye-catching it will be.

"From the shelf over there, from left to right." Song Yanhe pointed to the sample clothes peg at hand, and said, "Try it piece by piece."

Yu Xuan was a little surprised, but didn't say much. According to Song Jihe's orders, he took the clothes and started a try-on show one after another.

After taking a look at these clothes in turn, Song Yehe can confirm that Yu Ye is indeed the most suitable candidate for these designs. Although he can't fully interpret the feeling he wants, it is already 70%. Song Yihe had never thought of the results before.

So after the last dress was tried on, he said directly: "Sign the contract today and fly to China in September, are you okay?"

Yu Yun was silent for a moment, and then said, "You should know what I broke before."

Song Yihe: "So?"

Yu Yan: "Do you still believe me?"

"I believe it." Song Yanhe's lips were indifferent, but his eyes were scrutinized: "You don't dare to make my appointment, right?"

The corner of Yu's mouth moved, and he seemed to want to say something. In the end, he just said lightly: "I won't make an appointment, you can rest assured, and I can't afford to pay the fine of Song's heirs."

Song Yanhe smiled indifferently, and asked someone to prepare the contract. While waiting for the contract, he suddenly remembered the boy who was previously protected by Yu Yan, and said, "Yes, where did the model who had a good relationship with you go? Anymore? "

Yu Xuan drew a hand on his side, and said lightly, "He is developing well now, abroad." 2k novel reading network