I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan turned over and rolled the quilt into his arms, breathing slightly short of breath.

I haven't had such a dream for a long time.

Probably because he forgot to turn down the heating temperature in the bedroom before going to bed, Song Yan was wrapped in the quilt, and his white collarbone was wet, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

When he just broke up, he would also have such a dream.

At that time, he thought it was because the quilt cover still had the smell of Sheng Yun's shower gel. When they broke up, he was in no hurry to change and wash, and fell asleep in the familiar smell every night.

One year later, there was no trace of Sheng Yun in the whole room, but he still had this dream that he hadn't had for a long time.

Also too worthless.

A level worthy of being recorded on the pillar of shame in life.

The curtains were a little white, it was about six or seven in the morning, the quietest time in the world.Lying on the bed, Song Yan felt that the surroundings seemed to be completely silent, and even his own existence could be almost ignored.

The chubby British shorthair cat sensed the different breathing sounds of its owner, jumped onto the bed, got into his quilt, and brought in a cool breeze.

Song Yan hugged it, and heard his breathing slowly calm down, every part of his skin was soaked in sticky loneliness.

Only late at night did he admit to feeling lonely.

Words like loneliness must be limited to late at night, otherwise it will appear too unpromising.

No energy.

When An Yuan rang the doorbell, it was around eight o'clock, and Song Yan was sleeping in the cage, feeling dazed.

"What time is it? I'm still sleeping." An Yuan brought in big bags and put them in his refrigerator while looking at him and said angrily, "I've been back to my hometown for half a month, what are you doing?" Is it just like this? You don’t even care about your hair, your lips are so white, and your complexion is so bad, are you going to cultivate immortality??”

Song Yan's home clothes were loosely put on, and she leaned against the bedroom door with glutinous rice balls in her arms and listened sleepily to her training.

An Yuan opened fire quickly, and made him a simple sandwich: "Tell the truth, how long has it been since you had breakfast?"

Song Yan came back from washing and sat down at the dining table: "Didn't you say you'll be back next week?"

An Yuan sat across from him and made oatmeal for him: "I'm afraid that if I don't come back early, you will be on social news."

Song Yan ate one bite at a time. He really hadn't eaten breakfast for many days and had no appetite.

An Yuan looked tired, but his eyes sparkled: "Of course, there is another important reason. I was notified that you passed the audition for the Morning Star Project."

Song Yan was about to serve the oatmeal cup when he stopped: "Passed?"

"Yes!" An Yuan smiled until the slight wrinkles in the corners of his eyes became more apparent, "I received a notice in the car this morning, and I specially waited for you to tell you face to face, how are you, are you happy?? ?”

Song Yan was a little dazed and couldn't react for a while.

"Why, are you so happy?" An Yuan murmured, "There is also some bad news. The web drama you finalized earlier was blew up. It's all due to Ding Yiming's tricks. Somehow, you're not professional. Really convinced, last year Who was the unprofessional person during the filming, and who was the one who acted as a stand-in for dangerous scenes, and now you are being beaten up, causing you to lose resources..."

The more An Yuan talked, the angrier she became, she gritted her teeth so much that she wished she could eat her opponent.

Seeing that Song Yan still seemed to be wandering away, An Yuan frowned, reached out and shook his face.

Song Yan woke up like a dream, looked up at her: "Could it be that you let me pass first, and then pigeon me?"

An Yuan didn't realize for a moment what this sentence had to do with the topic she just talked about, and then she realized that Song Yan was passing the audition: "No, then what are they trying to do?"

Song Yan thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "To piss me off?"

An Yuan: "?"

An Yuan was speechless: "Boss Sheng and Director Lu have a grudge against you? Are you angry with you?"

Song Yan: "..."

It can really be said that there is a grudge.

Start mentally preparing yourself so you don't get pissed off.

"Don't think about what's there or what's not. Now that the audition has passed, it's hard to say whether we can get the leading role. There will definitely be other inspections after that. We have to be prepared."

The phone on the table vibrated, Song Yan picked it up, and saw a message from Lu Jin:

[I have a private party tonight, you are welcome. 】

【"Location"】

An Yuan: "Who is it?"

Song Yan: "Director Lu. He invited me to his private party. The place should be his own villa."

An Yuan took a sip of coffee and said excitedly: "My God, how much Director Lu appreciates you? Come on, is there still time to prepare for makeup..."

Song Yan: "...just a private party."

He hasn't been on any camera for more than half a year, and he is becoming more and more casual about his appearance. During this time, Anyuan's hometown didn't stare at him, and he didn't even bother to cut his hair.

An Yuan rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know, what is the level of Director Lu's circle of friends, and how many big shots you have to meet at once! What's more... you are an artist anyway! Now you have no one except your good background. The place is like an entertainer!"

Song Yan sighed: "I'm too lazy to go."

An Yuan asked why, but he didn't say it.

It can't be said that he is worried that Sheng Yun is also there.

It is said that when the ex met, the one with a calm demeanor let go, but the one who always wanted to hide couldn't let go.

Song Yan was reluctant to admit that he was the one he couldn't let go of, but he also didn't want to see with his own eyes how Sheng Yun turned a blind eye to him, like a stranger.

Too humiliating.

Face is still very important with your ex.

An Yuan was in a hurry to persuade him, and was about to speak when Song Yan's cell phone rang again, this time it was a phone call.

Song Yan's expression changed slightly, and he answered with a slightly raised tone: "Mom?"

An Yuan stood up consciously and went to the Nakadao platform to refill her coffee.

"Do you have time tonight? Come back for dinner?"

Song Yan's eyes flickered: "What... what's the matter?"

Mom's voice was full of joy: "Just now your younger brother received an offer from a school he likes very much. What's the name... Oh, I can't remember. Anyway, let's celebrate for him tonight. He has worked so hard recently, and it can be regarded as a little fruitful." It's..."

Song Yan's tone gradually became cold unconsciously: "That's it, then I have to congratulate you."

"Yeah, that's why I'm asking if you'll come back... ah, wait a minute, that chicken needs to be stewed for a little longer!"

Song Yan lowered his head slightly: "Mom, I received an audition result today, I..."

"Oh, Aunt Zhang, don't be in such a hurry to stir up trouble!" Mom asked something loudly, and then said to Song Yan, "Do you have time at night?"

Song Yan paused, waiting for her mother to finish speaking, but she didn't stop for a long time.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and raised his head. He leaned his upper body back on the back of the chair, and his expression returned to his calm look: "I have something to do tonight, so I won't go."

An Yuan, who had been standing by the Nakajima stage without moving, turned her head to look at him.

Song Yan repeated: "I'm not going. That's it, Mom, I'll hang up first."

Song Yan didn't wait for the other person's answer, hung up the phone directly, then switched to Lu Jin's WeChat interface, and entered:

[Thank you for the invitation, I will definitely be there. 】

If one asks who is the most popular young director who is ambitious at a young age, the first thing people think of is Lu Jin.

A family of artists, graduated from a prestigious school, directed films with numerous word-of-mouth awards while still in school, and became synonymous with good films.

His private party became a vanity fair where no matter how many artists in the circle squeezed their heads, they couldn't get a ticket.

Song Yan sat down on a corner recliner in the back garden of the villa, and quickly poured a cup of lemon tea.

It's been a long time since he exchanged greetings with a business-like smile like this, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

What's more, most of the people present were high-ranking people in the entertainment industry. After just walking around here, he already felt some disgusting gazes, some of them had evil intentions, and some seemed to be scrutinizing them. Items are judged the same.

He is very familiar with this kind of gaze, and it is precisely because the disgust is too obvious that he has become more and more confused in the past few years.

Every time I attend this kind of occasion, I have to take a bath at least five times, and wait a week for the cells in my body to metabolize twice to completely eliminate the feeling of cramping.

If it wasn't because it was at Lu Jin's private party, there would be more troublesome things.

Lu Jin was chatting with a few people in the director circle a few meters away. He saw that Song Yan was arrogant, and he also knew that not all the people present were people he knew well, so he intentionally protected him and let him rest alone.

"I heard that the male lead of the Morning Star Project has already been decided?" A director beside Lu Jin casually said, "I guess it's Ding Yiming?"

Lu Jin was originally happy, but when he heard this, he smiled and put it away: "Who said that?"

The other continued: "It's all spread like this, why, isn't it? Ding Yiming is now a top class, and he seems to be very familiar with Mr. Sheng."

Lu Jin cut out: "Who do you know? Why didn't I know he knew Brother Sheng?"

He became a little unconvinced: "Even if Brother Sheng likes him...I'm the chief director, okay?"

Everyone changed the subject, but before Lu Jin was overwhelmed, he turned his eyes and saw Song Yan who was looking down at his phone not far away.

He quietly picked up his phone and took a picture.

The young man in the photo was against the light, so he couldn't see his facial features clearly. He could only see the outline of his profile, with disheveled hair on his forehead and a straight nose, which were lightly imprinted in this dim light and shadow.

Lu Jin posted a circle of friends, attached a photo, thought about it without matching words, ticked "idiots" as invisible within the visible range, and then sent it directly.

As a severe patient with social bullying disorder, Lu Jin had just posted it, and there were more than a dozen people commenting at once, some politely asked which undiscovered pearl this was, and some shouted that the atmosphere was tql and asked for a positive photo, etc.

Lu Jin replied to one of them with satisfaction: "Secret!"

While flipping through the comments, Sheng Yun suddenly sent a message.

Lu Jin originally sent Sheng Yun the location of the ladder, but he never replied.Lu Jin knew that it wasn't that he didn't see it, but that he saw it but was too lazy to reply, let alone come.

Opening the chat box, he saw a message from Sheng Yun:

【? 】

Lu Jin didn't understand, and also replied with a question mark.

In a once-in-a-lifetime place, Sheng Yun replied in seconds:

[Let Song Yan come to find me on the 62nd floor of Xingxiang Building A. 】

Lu Jin looked puzzled:

[? ?He's on my ladder, now? 】

Sheng Yun didn't give him any room to change:

【Now. 】

Although he couldn't figure it out, but thinking that this was an opportunity for Song Yan to increase his favorability and win the protagonist, he stood up and went to Song Yan's side.

The phone vibrated again, and Sheng Yun sent another message:

[Don't take him on any occasion. 】

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