I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Nanzhou Yueming Hotel.

Song Yan got out of the car, shrinking his neck from the cold wind that was carrying the rain.

The fountain landscape in front of the hotel refracts the lights, shining brightly in the fine rain. Although it is already eight o'clock in the evening, it is as noisy and bright as daytime.

The ice-breaking reception of "Morning Star Project" was held here in the first banquet hall.

"Morning Star Project" is a major project launched by Star Group at the beginning of the year. It is said that it is the first time that the eldest son of the Sheng family is in charge of the group's affairs. The investment amount and production team are all full.

In front of the hotel where all kinds of luxury cars come and go, Song Yan felt that the Didi Express he just sat in was a bit out of place.

Song Yan walked towards the hotel while looking down at WeChat.

[I just counted the private messages, comments, retweets, and Weibo with your name and abbreviation on the square in the past two days, adding up to 250 and five. 】

Song Yan retracted his hands into his sleeves, only showing a few fingers, and typed back a message to his manager:

[There were only ten articles last week, so many more, which means I'm going to be popular, which is a good thing. 】

An Yuan will reply soon:

【...Then what if 250 of them are scolding you? 】

Song Yan: 【That's a great thing. 】

An Yuan: [? 】

Song Yan: [It proves that I can take the black and red route. 】

An Yuan: […]

Song Yan came to the entrance, verified his identity, and approached the banquet hall.

The banquet hall has a deep vaulted ceiling, the walls are full of dazzling carved stone carvings, and the bright and complicated crystal chandeliers are like stars hanging in the night sky, covering the people in the banquet hall in extremely dazzling light and shadow.

There were dozens of people standing scattered in the hall, each holding a glass of wine and gossiping, each of them seemed to wish they could have the words luxury and class written on them.

Song Yan turned on the phone again and saw another message from An Yuan:

【Perform well! 】

Song Yan glanced at it and turned off the screen.

Before leaving the house, An Yuan told him face to face, saying that although tonight seemed like an ordinary reception, it was actually an audition, and it was a secret test of the artist's ability to get close to the role and perform on the spot in a random situation.

Song Yan casually looked around in the banquet hall for half a minute, feeling that An Yuan was purely using his imagination.

This is obviously the scene of pimping.

He felt that his conclusion was very reasonable. After all, wherever he looked, everyone was secretly looking for targets, introducing each other, toasts that should be toasted, and greetings that should be greeted, gathering in twos and threes.

Although there are some people who have received special attention, such as various celebrities and entertainers standing there, or business leaders who are quite important in the circle.

But Song Yan knew that the person who attracted the most attention tonight hadn't appeared yet.

Sure enough, An Yuan sent a WeChat message in due course:

[When you see Mr. Sheng, you must find a way to say a few words to him! 】

Song Yan turned off the screen of the phone with a blank expression, preparing to pretend that he hadn't seen this sentence.

What can he, an eighteenth-line artist who is so vague that he has no name, talk to the eldest son of the Sheng family?Hello, have you eaten and have you slept well?

Although he knew An Yuan's subtext, he couldn't say that he wasn't interested in such things as being familiar with each other, only that he didn't care.

Standing in a corner where no one was paying attention, Song Yan felt more and more bored. He could hear the flattering or reserved greetings, praises, and the sound of interlacing wine glasses from all around, all of them were as fake as Dai ten layers of masks.

Just as he half-closed his eyes and tried to take a rest, a voice disturbed his tranquility.

"Yo, isn't this Song Yan?"

Song Yan frowned, just hearing this greasy voice and tone made him feel unlucky.

He opened one eye, and glanced at the hairless man beside him who was obviously middle-aged.

This bald man is the director of a guest drama by Song Yan, whose surname is Li. Because Song Yan offended him at the beginning, he ended up with bad editing in the later stage. He only picked bad shots for him, which caused him to fall into the water of bad reviews. .

Li Bald had known for a long time that he would get such treatment, and continued: "Unexpectedly, you also got the chance to audition for Morning Star. I heard that girl An Yuan is allergic to alcohol because of this chance. It's not easy."

Song Yan still didn't seem to hear it, and didn't show any extra expressions, so Bald Li's face was a little uneasy.

Bald Li snorted coldly, and flaunted: "Don't forget, I'm the assistant director of the Morning Star Project. If you follow me, are you afraid you won't get the role?"

Song Yan raised his eyelids this time, and twitched the corners of his lips: "Chen Xing seems to have seven or eight assistant directors."

It means that you are also worthy of calling the shots.

His bones are cold, but the lines of his facial features are soft, especially when his eyes turn around, his eyes are as bright as stars, and they are born with a seductive and unknowable allure.

It's the tone of voice and tone of voice... A fool can tell that he is mocking him.

Baldy Li really didn't have much right to speak in this big production, and he turned his face when he was poked in the pain: "I don't like your fake high-spirited look the most! Why, you still think you are the second generation of stars? Wait. Your old-fashioned mother climbed into someone's bed to exchange money for you...fuck!"

Baldy Li gasped, unable to speak from the pain.

The mocking smile on Song Yan's lips also disappeared completely, his expression was so cold that he seemed to have frozen, he grabbed Bald Li's wrist with one hand, and his fingertips turned white when he was exerting force.

Bald Li scratched his hand last month and it was still wrapped in gauze. Song Yan spotted the position and clasped his wrist with all his strength.

Bald Li never thought that he would do something, his face turned pale from the pain: "You are looking for death! I can't kill you!"

"Yo." Song Yan seemed to have heard something new and interesting, and said with a smile, "I'll wait."

Bald Li choked immediately.

This person has been confused for the past two years, and his style has never changed. He is incompatible with this materialistic entertainment circle.

Of course it's not because he has a background, probably because he is really not afraid of death.

Li Bald was sweating from the pain, and couldn't find a way to threaten him, so he had to struggle all the time.

There was a commotion in the banquet hall that broke the harmony. There was a mess of footsteps from the red carpet at the gate, and a group of people walked in, crowding around the real focus of tonight like stars holding the moon.

The eyes of the entire banquet hall were all attracted, and Song Yan also looked over subconsciously.

The young man walking in the front must be the eldest son of the Sheng family. His name seems to be... Sheng Yun.

There were a lot of people around him, Song Yan could only take a hasty glance at the man's figure from the gap in the crowd.

At this glance, his heart skipped a beat.

How do you feel...somewhat familiar?

When he lost his attention, he suddenly loosened the strength in his hand, and Bald Li broke free.

Li Bald fell to the ground on his back, and there was a big commotion, and many eyes were cast over here one after another.

Song Yan withdrew his hand, retracted his hand into the cuff of the sweater again, and twisted his fingertips in disgust, trying to get rid of the feeling of pinching his wrist just now.

Baldy Li is a respectable director after all, he fell to the ground in front of so many people, his face flushed with embarrassment, and seeing Sheng Yun walking towards him, hey hey hey hey hey yelled:

"Mr. Sheng, he...he's making trouble here!"

Sheng Yun walked over slowly, and surrounded him with a group of people behind him, Song Yan was nailed in the center of many sights.

Song Yan saw that Baldy Li started to perform, but wanted to see what could be performed next, so he raised his head indifferently, and met Sheng Yun's sharp eyes.

Just like that, Song Yan's breathing stopped for a moment, and the meaningless expression on his face disappeared immediately.

This legendary boss is very young, but he has a strong manner of controlling the field, his facial features are straight and sharp, his eyebrows are a bit unruly and arrogant that are unique to rich and noble sons, his lips are pale and thin, and he looks very bad near.

In such a formal social occasion, his eyes and posture can be called defiant, but no one will have any doubts about the fact that he has the capital to be defiant.

He only casually glanced at the bald man on the ground, then turned his eyes back to the young man in plain clothes and fair complexion who was almost bloodless before him, and said casually:

"Why is he making trouble?"

These words were addressed to Bald Li, but his eyes were always on Song Yan.

Song Yan felt that this gaze was like a sharp knife, and also like a dazzling spotlight, putting him in a scene he had never imagined, breaking his thoughts, and his mind was in chaos.

He avoided the man's gaze, and countless thoughts crazily came out from the bottom of his heart.

How is this going?

What's next?

He must have thrown me out of the banquet hall.

Wouldn't it be more respectable if I went by myself now?

Li Bald saw Song Yan's expression was very strange, and the calm expression just now had completely disappeared. He was very proud, and hurriedly added fuel: "He wanted to get a role through my relationship, but I rejected it righteously, so he did it!"

Standing behind Sheng Yun were several other assistant directors of the crew, who came up to support him one after another, and spoke for him in a hurry, pointing and glaring at Song Yan, waiting for Sheng Yun to open his mouth to compare this little-known little fool Get out.

Song Yan stood where he was, completely ignoring the accusations in his ears.

The man in front of him who was held in the center by everyone had a face that he was very familiar with, but the man himself was very strange.

He subconsciously touched the little finger hidden in the cuff, where there was a plain silver ring, which was originally a pair of rings for couples.

Sheng Yun kept his gaze fixed on Song Yan, and then asked, "Is what he said true?"

Song Yan didn't hear what the bald man said, but subconsciously shook his head slightly, opened his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Ah?...No..."

As soon as the two hoarse words came out of his mouth, Song Yan couldn't continue. He felt that it was very difficult and meaningless to defend himself in front of this man.

Sheng Yun waited for him in silence for a few seconds, and instead of asking, he answered, "Got it."

Song Yan was startled, and looked up at him, but Sheng Yun looked away.

Sheng Yun squinted at Bald Li on the ground, and said casually, "Throw him out and remove him from the director team of the Morning Star Project."

Such a casual tone of life and death might seem too arrogant to other people, but he said it as if everyone took it for granted.

Bald Li was about to continue scolding Song Yan, but when he heard Sheng Yun's words, he was stunned and shouted: "Mr. Sheng! You are wronging a good man!"

Sheng Yun raised his hand, put his index finger on his lips, and Bald Li fell silent immediately.

He pointed in a direction casually, and said lightly, "There is monitoring."

Bald Li's pent-up energy immediately vented.

The others didn't dare to speak anymore. After all, everyone knew in their hearts what kind of virtue Director Li was, but they just thought that a wealthy son like Sheng Yun would not support an unknown little actor, so they helped Director Li tell lies. wrong.

Bald Li was kicked out, leaving the rest of the people afraid to say anything more.

Song Yan stood where he was, unable to react.

Sheng Yun raised his hand to straighten his cuffs, and took a few steps closer with his long legs. His posture seemed more casual. He looked down at Song Yan, and the young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, as if deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Song Yan's hair color is naturally lighter, which makes his skin whiter. His chin is carved like a chisel, making him look very thin. His forehead hair falls on the brow bone, making people feel a little furry for no reason, like walking in the dark and refusing to see people. My cat, if you get any closer, it will blow your hair.

Sheng Yun's Adam's apple slipped slightly for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.

In just a short while, the harmonious atmosphere was restored in the banquet hall, and a few winking people came up to flatter them: "This is your old friend, Mr. Sheng? I don't know if it's called..."

Hearing the words "old friend", Song Yan smiled inwardly, feeling a little dramatic.

It's an underwhelming word.

Song Yan raised his head, no emotion could be seen from the dark eyes of the man in front of him.

He clenched his fingers hanging by his side, pinching a few marks on his palms to calm himself down.

Song Yan raised his head and cleared his throat: "President Sheng, it's the first time we meet, and we've admired you for a long time."

The others couldn't express their flattery, and looked at Sheng Yun tentatively.

Sheng Yun's eyes froze, and he fought with Song Yan's eyes for a moment.

Then, he took half a step back, hooked the corners of his lips, and spoke arrogantly:

"You're welcome, what's your name?"

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[Received the document "After rebirth, I married the wealthy film king by agreement" for collection~]

Once the Gu's Group went bankrupt, the family wanted to send Gu Ling to marry the wealthy film king by agreement. The boss was young, promising, rich and powerful, but he had to be ruthless in his emotional methods, asking him to play a good role and disappear with money.

In his previous life, Gu Ling refused to accept his fate, struggled hard but ended up miserable, reborn back to the day before the marriage——

Gu Ling lay flat: "Hurry up, and the Civil Affairs Bureau will be off work for a while."

After the marriage, Gu Ling played the role of a business husband, intertwined with him intimately at the bar, and added a bunch of big friends until he got in the car and went home:

Qi Che took out the hand sanitizer: "I'm allergic to people."

Gu Ling was busy with his career and didn't raise his head: "It's okay, I don't need to be a human being."

Qi Che: "?"

#What's the matter with feeling like a tool man? #

As the son of a wealthy family with many stars, Qi Che disdains such things as marriage, and is also very prejudiced against the marriage partner.

When I first got married: "No matter how much he seduces me, it's useless."

Later: "He doesn't look like he's afraid to approach me, which is fine."

And later: "...does he not dare or doesn't want to???"

Gu Ling relied on the resources of marriage to build a prosperous career, and he was away from home for several months, but he felt that Qi Che was looking at him more and more wrongly.

When I returned home only once after a three-month business trip——

Qi Che's eyes were resentful: "You think this is a hotel?"

Gu Ling honestly commented: "The hotel is not that big."

Qi Che: "..."

When pushing cups and changing cups with partners until late at night——

Qi Che overturned the vinegar jar: "Do you think it's appropriate to drink with them so late?"

Gu Ling thought about it seriously: "Then change to drinks in the future?"

Qi Che: "?"

Later, it was rumored in the rich circles that Gu Ling and Qi Che were just a loveless marriage, and the love on the surface was all pretended by Gu Ling's hard work, and how miserable it was behind the scenes.

Until one day, Gu Ling was drunk by someone maliciously at a drinking party. People saw Qi Che break into the door with a cold expression, and hugged him in their arms, letting him rub against his neck and go crazy with alcohol.

#Qiyingdi is not allergic to people? ? ? #

#What about a good loveless marriage? ? ? #

1. Double first love, he

2. Ask for collection

[Advance Collection [-] "Call Your Voice at the Same Table, Do You Dare to Agree?" ! [E-sports]》See the column, please collect~]

Xie Chi in the eyes of his classmates: Sleeping in class and playing king after class, skipping class before exams and doing homework to get first in grade.

The real Xie Chi: Sleeping in class and playing the king after class, skipping class before the exam to play the professional game to reach the top championship, and writing casually the next day is the first in the grade.

As a result, a transfer student came in the new semester. He had better grades than him, fought harder than him, and insisted on being his deskmate. His only weakness was that he was better at fighting the king, so he pestered him to teach every day.

Xi Yao: "Take me."

Xie Chi's face is frosty: dogs don't bother you.

Late is the youngest MVP player of the YU team, and he is about to lead the team to win three consecutive championships, but no one knows his true identity in reality.

As a result, in the new season, a dark horse whose identity was not disclosed was born, and it was crazy and turbulent, and it crushed Late's dream of three consecutive championships.

When Xie Chi gritted his teeth and took sick leave from school, and put on the "Late" vest, determined to avenge his shame in the new season, he saw a familiar figure behind the game.

Xi Yao: "What is Late? I beat him like that last season, and I will teach him to be a man tonight. Remember to fight quickly. I have to go back and help Xie Chi with his homework. He is sick and asked for leave..."

After five games, Xie Chi was single-killed 21 times by this "King of Chicken" at the same table.

Back at school, as usual in the fifth row, Xi Yao played as usual and gave away ten kills at the beginning.

Xi Yao: "Wow, I'm a good cook."

Xie Chi: "...you are a real dog."

1. Atypical campus e-sports essay, double vests, mainly about love.

2. Ask for collection