Popular ex-boyfriends are begging me to get back together

For this kind of rumor, Meng Zang'an smiled and let it go. With his current status in the entertainment industry, there are countless people who want to pull him down. Every year, a book is published about the news about him.

He has long since stopped caring.

But Song Zhen cares.

Meng Zang'an got into a car accident to help him, and was injured, but people turned black and white and tarnished his reputation like this.

Moreover, the rumors this time are different from the past. They were completely nonsense before, even if others read them, they would not believe them.But this time, there are not only photos, but also someone seems to be secretly manipulating the water army, trying to completely destroy Meng Zang'an.

Song Zhen would never allow this to happen.

He opened Weibo, and Weibo was already in chaos.

Because Meng Zang'an didn't reply, many people already believed that he was really drunk driving, and the keyboard warriors came out one after another.

[Meng Zang'an, do you dare to drink and drive, dare not come out and apologize? ! 】

[I used to be a fan of Meng Zang'an, I liked his movies very much, I thought he was a clear stream in the entertainment industry, but I didn't expect him to be such a low-quality person, I was very disappointed and turned black]

[The incident has happened for so long, Meng's team has not responded, it seems that it should be true, drink and drive to death! 】

Although Meng Zang'an's fans were one against ten, under such circumstances, they inevitably fell into a weak position.

The more Song Zhen looked at it, the angrier he became, so he clicked on the most popular one and replied——

[It wasn't drunk driving, it was just an accident that day. 】

He really went into battle and shocked everyone.

No one expected that Song Zhen would reply. After all, in the field of Weibo, he was even colder than Meng Zang'an. After seven or eight years, except for forwarding, he hardly posted a few decent Weibo posts.

Song Zhen's fans were gloating about their misfortune, but they didn't expect their idol to rush out in the first place.

While confused, they went to check in on that Weibo.

For a while, it dilutes the original atmosphere full of gunpowder.

And with Song Zhen's proof, the Weibo that had been using Meng Zangan's drunk driving before also stopped a lot.

Then, the question that has been forgotten popped up directly.

[May I ask Mr. Song, you know so well, were you also in the car that day? 】

【Master Song Zhen, why are you in the same car as Meng Zang'an? 】

Song Zhen looked at the question, but didn't answer right away.

The best reply is that the two of them are the safest and fastest to settle the matter for work.

However, Song Zhen hesitated.

After a long time, he pressed the screen, typed a sentence, and clicked send.

[It's a date. 】

Weibo exploded.

Back when Meng Zang'an left the TV drama circle and broke into the film circle, there were always rumors that Song Zhen forced him to leave.

Song Zhen didn't pay attention to such rumors at all at the time. As time passed, the rumors gradually became true, and many people believed in it.

Meng Zang'an's fans felt that Song Zhen ruined Meng Zang'an's career, while Song Zhen's fans believed that Meng Zang'an failed Song Zhen, which was retribution.

In short, the two fans have been on the same fire and water over the years.

When the two were on "Best Actor" before, the fans quarreled every day, wishing that the two would never see each other again.

Who knew, they got back together? ! !

Fans on both sides were dumbfounded.

Only c fans poked their heads out silently: [So... I got it real? 】

Song Zhen turned off Weibo immediately after posting, sat on a chair, and poured a glass of water hard.

He didn't know why, he just posted a Weibo, but it was as if he had run 800 meters, his heart was beating like a drum, and his hands and feet were still a little weak.

His various social software started ringing non-stop again, and he didn't even bother to open it to look at it, and messy thoughts kept coming and going in his mind.

In the end, he ran to the toilet and washed his face with cold water before he managed to calm down.

Although he thought a lot before posting this Weibo, but when he really decided to post it, he didn't think about anything.

I just did it according to the voice in my heart.

Now that I've calmed down gradually, I don't regret it.

On the contrary, he settled down.

This microblog was his final decision.

These days, he has been thinking about his relationship with Meng Zang'an. He must be worried, but what's more, he has a certain expectation.

He felt that he should give each other another chance.

And now, that's his final decision.

Song Zhen pursed her lips, picked up the phone again, and wanted to call Meng Zang'an, but the doorbell rang at this moment.

For safety, he did not live in the previous house, but moved to another property of his own, and he did not tell too many people.

Is it...

Song Zhen's heart suddenly jumped heavily.

He walked towards the door quickly, and because he was too anxious, he bumped into the sofa, grinning his teeth in pain, and could only limped to open the door with his hands on his knees.

As soon as the door was opened, he was directly hugged into his arms.

The familiar woody fragrance directly surrounded him.

Song Zhen's forehead was pressed against his chest, and he could almost hear the intense heartbeat of the other party. His waist was tightly bound, and it was tightly attached, leaving almost no gap.

Song Zhen had never felt such a warm and eager Meng Zang'an.

The gentleman and polite Meng Zang'an in his memory seemed to have changed suddenly.

Song Zhen's originally calm heart kept up with his speed not to be outdone.

The two hugged for a long time before Song Zhen came back to his senses and said hastily, "Your hand!"

Meng Zang'an's arm was still in plaster, and Song Zhen asked repeatedly, "Does it hurt? You didn't hit it just now, did you?"

Meng Zang'an shook his head, and followed Song Zhen into the room step by step, his eyes locked on him all the time, with a smile on his face.

Song Zhen was a little speechless, just a Weibo, how could he turn Meng Zang'an into a husky.

He saw that Meng Zangan was still sweating on his forehead, so he got up to get him a towel, but just as he stood up, the pain in his knee made him shiver.

Seeing him clutching his knees, Meng Zangan's face suddenly became serious: "What's wrong? Could it be that I made you unlucky again?"

Song Zhen: "..."

"No." He said expressionlessly, "This time I was in a hurry to open the door to see you, so I bumped into the sofa."

Meng Zang'an was taken aback for a moment, then laughed softly.

Song Zhen was a little shy: "What's so funny! Run faster, isn't it normal to hit something?!"

"I'm not laughing at you." Meng Zang'an hugged him into his arms, and his voice hoarse from the laughter approached his ear, "Zhenzhen, I'm happy."

"I suddenly felt that I should thank the person who spread the rumors."

Song Zhen posted that Weibo, and the reunion between him and Meng Zang'an was settled.

One family is happy and the other is sad.

Xie Zhao locked himself in the office and read that Weibo for several hours like masochistic, even though he knew that this day would come sooner or later, but when he really saw it, his heart still ached uncontrollably .

It was getting dark.

He looked at the photo of him and Song Zhen on the desktop, and felt that he was ridiculous and pathetic. This photo seemed to be mocking him. He didn't want to look at it anymore, so he suddenly covered the photo frame.

But after a while, he picked up the photo frame like a treasure, and gently wiped off the dust on it with his fingers.

His fingers lingered over Song Zhen's face in the photo, and he fell into a kind of bewilderment.

He knows that he still has a lot to do now.

His father's condition worsened, and Lawrence's struggle for the position of Patriarch was in its final stage of intense heat, and countless things required him to make decisions.

But at this moment, his mind was blank.

He suddenly had doubts about what he had been chasing all along.

What has he got?

Is this really what he wants?

On the other side, Gu Jian was getting drunk at the bar.

He knew that he had long been disqualified, but Song Zhen was single, so he always had a subtle expectation.

But now, expectations were dashed.

Gu Jian smiled wryly and drank another glass of wine, because besides drinking, he didn't know anything else to get rid of this depression.

What a wonderful thing he once had.

Zhenzhen, Yiyi and Lesi lived happily together like family members, but he threw away this beauty.

He looked at his palm and finally admitted that Song Shan was right.

He's just a coward, a useless thing.

He covered his face and laughed, smiling, tears streaming down his face.

He took out his wallet from his pocket, and took out a Polaroid from it. On it were Song Zhen, Zhang Yi and Lu Lesi, but not him.

It was Lesi's birthday that day, and Song Zhen bought a Polaroid specially to take pictures for everyone, but because Song Shan didn't rush back, this Polaroid was forever missing someone.

But even so, Gu Jian still cherishes this photo very much. Looking at the photo, he seems to have returned to that day. He didn't go to Song Shan's appointment, but arrived home on time, blowing out candles and eating cake with them. We all took this picture together.

Gu Jian thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

The two men looked at him crying and laughing from a distance, and whispered: "This man is not a lunatic, is he?"

"Even a madman is a rich madman..."

The two looked at each other, and then one covered him, while the other took advantage of Gu Jian's unpreparedness and sneaked away his mobile phone and wallet.

The two went to a secluded place, opened the wallet, searched out the money inside, and then threw the wallet and everything inside on the ground.

The Polaroid fell out of the wallet and was trampled into the sewage by them.

After Gu Jian woke up, she frantically looked for that Polaroid, but what was lost was lost forever.

Huo Wenqian sat in front of the computer, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the glowing light from the screen fell on his face, illuminating his face like a ghost.

Not long after, a dialog box popped up on the screen.

[The topic of Meng Zangan's drunk driving can't go on anymore. If Song Zhen's Weibo post comes out, this topic will no longer be worthwhile.]

[But we have other plans...]

Huo Wenqian clenched his fist tightly and took a long time to reply.

【no need. 】