I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

"It's over."

Song Yan felt that his tone was a bit strange, but he answered truthfully.

Sheng Yun straightened up: "I still have another assessment."

Song Yan was a little sleepy, so he responded casually, "Yes."

"Write a biography of a character. The number of words does not need to be too many, maybe three to five thousand words."

Although this kind of writing assessment is strange, Song Yan didn't reply, but said along the way: "When will it be handed in?"

Sheng Yun: "Six o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Song Yan: "..."

Sheng Yun looked at his stiff expression, and a look of narrowness flashed in his eyes: "Of course, if you say no, I can also accommodate."

The top of Song Yan's head just reached the bridge of Sheng Yun's nose, from this angle, Sheng Yun could only see his somewhat blurred eyebrows and eyes.

Song Yan, who looks soft most of the time, will not fight or grab and will not get angry, like a docile cat.

But after contacting for a long time, you know that this is not the case.Not only is his temper stubborn, but his mouth is especially stubborn. It is even more difficult to convince him to be soft and beg for mercy.

Song Yan was silent for two seconds, seeing through his plan at a glance, all fools knew that this ex-boyfriend was using aggressive tactics, who could be fooled by him?Only a fool will!

He raised his head and looked at Sheng Yun expressionlessly: "No need to be flexible, I can finish it, and I will hand it over to you before six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Sheng Yun: "..."

Not surprisingly.

He cleared his throat and maintained a cold look: "Okay."

It was twelve o'clock at night, and Song Yan was still working on a Word document in front of the computer.

An hour ago, he suddenly felt that he was really a fool for agreeing.

He thought he was on the fifth floor, but it turned out that Sheng Yun was on the atmospheric layer. Wasn't he the one who stayed up all night writing materials?

An hour passed, and now Song Yan slowly looked away, and he didn't regret that he did this on impulse. He comforted himself thinking that he would just stay up all night to catch up with DDL, and treat it as the final week.

He looked at the time, and there were still 6 hours before 6 o'clock, which was still enough.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask where he should hand it over, and Sheng Yun didn't mention it either.

Song Yan picked up the phone and found that he had no way to contact Sheng Yun.

Those who can be contacted... were blocked by myself a year ago.

He thought for a while, and finally clicked on Lu Jin's WeChat box, and glanced at the WeChat business card belonging to Sheng Yun, but he still didn't click on it, but typed:

[Hello Director Lu, excuse me, I want to ask, do you know Mr. Sheng's work email address?I have a document that needs to be handed over to him]

At this time, Lu Jin had just finished a night of storyboard research, was about to go to bed, checked unread messages as usual, and saw this.

[No, I usually find him directly on WeChat.Didn't I give you his WeChat? 】

A few seconds later, a message was sent from the other side: [Okay, thank you. 】

Lu Jin didn't think much, lay down to sleep, and just when one foot was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone.

Lu Jin was so angry that he couldn't open his eyes, and picked up the phone in a frenzy: "Who is it?!"

The other side didn't speak, just clicked his tongue lightly, and immediately swallowed back the series of fragrances that Lu Jin was about to blurt out, and said in shock:

"...Brother Sheng?"

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was already 12:30.

Lu Jin frightened: "No, you, a health god who insists on going to bed at eleven o'clock, why don't you go to bed at this time? Is it the collapse of the stock price of Xingxiang or the global financial turmoil?"

Sheng Yun was silent for two seconds, then spoke slowly, as if he was just asking casually: "Before you said that you gave Song Yan my WeChat."

"Yeah, it's been a long time, what's the matter?" Lu Jin yawned, "You won't come to settle accounts with me now, will you?"

He thought of Song Yan asking about his work email just now, and asked, "Did he add you?"

There was no sound on the other side, Lu Jin thought of another possibility, and hesitated: "Could it be... not added?"

Sheng Yun's side was so quiet that there was no sound of breathing. Lu Jin didn't respond at all halfway through his speech. He thought that his internet connection was not good, so he checked it suspiciously. When he wanted to speak again, the phone was hung up.

Lu Jin didn't understand why, and complained angrily: "...it's inexplicable!"

At 04:30 in the morning, when it was almost dawn, Song Yan finally finished typing the last word of the document.

There was a bit of gnashing of teeth, and the keyboard crackled.

He glanced at his phone. He made up his mind to put his pride behind him at two o'clock in the morning, and finally pressed the "add friend" button, and waited until now with no response.

It was the first time for Song Yan to add back the blacklisted person.

During the few hours in the dark, Song Yan was brainstorming with his fingers flying, and couldn't help being distracted and paying attention to the WeChat messages. At one moment, he felt that he hoped that Sheng Yun would not pass, and at another moment, he felt that it would be better to pass.

After all, we still have to wait for the documents to be submitted.

If he falls asleep now, he will definitely miss the 6:[-] deadline he set for himself, so he still insists on not sleeping.

Song Yan stood up, only to feel back pain all over his body, as if falling apart, and his head was so painful that it was about to explode.

Think Sharkman.

I missed that aggressive Sheng Yun, and I also missed the self who boasted about Haikou a few hours ago.

Just when his murderous intentions were at their worst, Sheng Yun approved his friend application.

05:30, unbiased, happened to be the time when the former health care department woke up to exercise every day.

Song Yan looked at WeChat, thinking that the person on the other side of the screen just woke up refreshed to go to morning exercises, and he stayed up all night with a haggard face as if he was about to die, so he wished he could go through the screen to fulfill the wish of his ex-blooded ex .

After inputting and deleting, deleting and inputting "Hello, you woke up, good morning", "Did you sleep well last night, I was not very good", "You woke up really on time", "I finished writing, but I'm about to I'm dead" and other weird sentences, Song Yan still just sent the Word document with a look of lovelessness.

There was a quick reply, an emotionless "OK" system emoticon.

Song Yan threw the phone away, didn't care about washing his face, and fell headfirst on the bed.

This sleep lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon. When he woke up, it was raining outside, and he slept very well. Under this beautiful white noise, he stayed in bed for more than half an hour before he could hold on. The head that was about to split because of the overnight stay took the phone.

There are 34 unread messages displayed in Anyuan's chat box.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, what happened, did he get hot searched in the sun because of fake rumors?

Click in and look at it from bottom to top, and pick out a few information-heavy ones:

[Did you die suddenly?Shall I call 120? 】

[What's the matter with you, what time do you not answer the phone? 】

【? ? ? 】

[Now that the hot search has already been discussed, someone has guessed you. 】

【Where are you!Then I promise him for you! ! 】

[!Director Lu said that he would post your photo on Weibo. 】

[Just received the notification, you got the role!hero! 】

[! ! ! !big news! ! ! 】

Song Yan read the messages one by one, and finally glanced confirmingly at the time when An Yuan's first message was sent: eight o'clock in the morning.

Generally speaking, it happens to be the working time of the production team.

This also means that this decision was at least made last night before everyone got off work. In retrospect...it should be after passing the impromptu assessment at night.

So what is Sheng Yun's material used for? ? ?

Song Yan came back to his senses completely, and suddenly felt that his head was like an active volcano. Apart from the excruciating pain, it was also on the verge of erupting.

He subconsciously wanted to send Sheng Yun an indifferent death smile emoji, or directly quarrel with him to put out the fire. Fortunately, An Yuan knocked on the door of his house at this time and assumed the role of the fire extinguisher.

"What's the matter with you?" An Yuan held two bags of hot pot ingredients and looked at Song Yan, "It seems that death is not far away."

Song Yan's eyes were a little red, and his eyes were a little wet from sleepiness and anger.

"It's nothing." Song Yan said perfunctorily, "I've been watching a movie for a long time."

He didn't want to tell the truth, it was a personal enmity.

An Yuan glared at him: "Pay more attention to your body, just your body."

Song Yan didn't say anything, and opened Weibo.

Tang Yuan walked over with her tail upright, jumped onto his lap, and snorted and shook her ears under his caress.

The private message has shown "999+" as unread.

Song Yan first took a look at Lu Jin's Weibo, and saw that the photo he posted was a profile photo of himself.

He thought about it, and then remembered from the background that it should have been taken at Lu Jin's villa party last night. No wonder the members of the production team said last night that the photo in Moments was him...

This photo was taken very well, and it could just be used as a warm-up material for the official announcement. It was only natural that An Yuan agreed to him posting on Weibo, and Song Yan didn't think too much about his unauthorized posting on Moments.

Lu Jin seldom posts on Weibo and doesn't have many fans, but everyone knows that he is the chief director of the Morning Star Project, and Ding Yiming's fans know that he is the main director of the project.

To put it bluntly, this top fan was waiting for the official Xuan Ding Yiming, but it wasn't his own brother who finally came.

[Where did this come from the lake pen!By hugging whose thigh is on top? 】

[Put it up, last year you had a lot of scandals, didn't you have any clues, you have to fight for the top popularity, right, you really can't get rid of it. 】

[No way, are you glued to my house? Can Hubi walk independently?]

[Just say one thing, you are so pretty!Sticker beauty! 】

[Fucking hot guy, can you take on more dramas!Save my eyes! 】

Before Song Yan clicked on the private message, he knew that most of it was scolding himself. After he really read it, he unexpectedly found that there were some rainbow farts of himself in it, all of which were fans.

At the same time, the number of his Weibo fans is also growing wildly.

Song Yan turned around, put his hand on his chin, and clicked his tongue lightly.

Then he clicked into Lu Jin's Weibo and followed it.

Sure enough, within 5 minutes, Lu Jin, who lived online every day, also went back to the gate.This dazzling "mutual concern" is like a bomb thrown into the Weibo square.

Song Yan took a look at the number of followers he had increased a lot but was still pitifully small compared to Ding Yiming, and quit Weibo.

Not urgent.

In the evening, it rained harder and harder.

Sheng Yun's car was stuck in the road.

Lu Jin turned his head to look at him, saw that he was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and was not active, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? It's rare in a thousand years to see you look like you haven't woken up."

Sheng Yun opened his eyes, his face was very ugly.

"You were very out of shape during the meeting today..." Lu Jin shrank his neck when he saw his expression of wanting to throw himself out of the car immediately, "Why didn't you go to bed at twelve o'clock last night?"

He took a closer look at Sheng Yun and shook his head: "No, no, even if you don't go to bed until twelve o'clock, you don't look like you."

Sheng Yun said coldly: "Will you die if you don't say a few words?"

Lu Jin didn't dare to say anything.

Sheng Yun closed his eyes again, his face became even uglier.

Of course, it wasn't that I didn't go to bed at twelve o'clock, it was that I didn't sleep all night.Before two o'clock, he was wondering why Song Yan didn't send a friend application, and after two o'clock he was thinking when it would be more appropriate to apply through a friend application.

Lu Jin remembered something, and said casually: "By the way, I still want to ask Song Yan about his understanding of the role today, and we will meet again."

Sheng Yun cherishes words like gold: "I have."

"You have?" Lu Jin responded, "Oh, this is the material he said he would hand over to you last night? Come on, you send it to me. You can really do it, let him write it so late."

Sheng Yun picked up the phone and opened the document Song Yan sent him, because he didn't have time to read it in the morning.

As he scrolled to the last page, he cleared his responsibilities: "It was he who wanted to be brave, and I didn't force him. But from another perspective, these unadorned thoughts written by this person in a short period of time are still advisable." ..."

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly.

Sheng Yun's eyes fell on the end of the document, and Song Yan wrote the last sentence without realizing it in the extreme sleepiness:

"Finally, I want to say, it's five o'clock and I haven't slept yet. You can't sleep, can you? Does your conscience allow it?"

He silently closed the document and put down the phone.

Lu Jin urged: "Send it to me."

Sheng Yun was expressionless: "...there is something wrong with the writing, you can read it after he finishes editing."

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Coincidentally, I haven't fallen asleep yet.