I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Lu Jin's expression froze, he looked left and right, and finally fixed his eyes on Sheng Yun who looked a little weird, and raised his own question on behalf of everyone present:

"how do you know?"

The unnatural look in Sheng Yun's eyes flashed past, but his tone remained calm, he raised his hand, and said calmly: "...I just heard that cats are not easily stressed?"

This explanation is reasonable. Many cat slaves present expressed their experiences:

"Yes, my cat can't be taken out, and I dare not take a step out of the house."

"My cat is okay. I brought home a stray cat. I often like to go out for a walk."

"You live in the villa area. The cat will come back by itself after going out. I don't dare to do this in the community..."

While everyone was discussing, Ding Yiming looked back at Sheng Yun and smiled softly: "Brother Sheng, we can find a stray cat, it won't hurt to be a little scared, for the sake of the integrity of our filming..."

Sheng Yun raised his head suddenly, the temperature in his eyes was cold: "Why, the life of a stray cat is not its life?"

Ding Yiming was so frightened by his eyes that he suddenly stopped talking, and quickly stammered to explain: "I'm not, that's not what I meant. I just thought that when I was filming, I also suffered all kinds of hardships. Although it was uncomfortable at the time, the impact was not too great. of……"

As he spoke, tears began to well up in his eyes.

Sitting next to him were a few producers who had a good relationship with him and helped smooth things over: "Yes, Mr. Ding is a model of professionalism."

Sheng Yun patiently waited for the others to finish blowing the rainbow fart, looked at Ding Yiming, with a half-smile: "Really?"

Ding Yiming's eyes were wet, and he felt cute and pitiful, but he still felt that Sheng Yun's gaze was extremely cold, and he couldn't help but couldn't continue acting, he stumbled to respond:

"Not really a role model..."

At the long table, Song Yan lowered his eyes, just recovered from Sheng Yun's instinctive protection of the glutinous rice balls, when he saw Ding Yiming's performance from afar.

He couldn't hear what Ding Yiming said to Sheng Yun, but he could vaguely hear other people's flattery, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.

A model of professionalism, a role model of professionalism made by using other actors as substitutes.

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun's expression for a while, and felt strange again.

It seems that Sheng Yun also seems to be very annoyed by Ding Yiming, and he can't see any relationship between "getting young".

It has to be said that Ding Yiming's face has been cultivated to the extreme, even though Sheng Yun obviously ignored him, he still smiled unaffected at all.

Is this the top green tea?

The whole day's reading meeting did not come to an end until after nine o'clock in the evening.

The night was dark, and Song Yan stayed a little longer to finish taking notes for the day before going downstairs.

It snowed heavily again.

There are many cars parked downstairs, and the exclusive butler of each villa drives the car to pick up the corresponding guests to go back to rest, and there is a long queue in front and back.

Song Yan contacted the housekeeper, and received a reply saying that there was a delay due to heavy snow on the road, and she had to wait for 10 minutes.

This is a serious dereliction of duty, so the butler's tone was urgent and anxious, and he apologized again and again. Song Yan repeatedly comforted him several times and said that he would not care about it before hanging up the phone.

As a worker in the entertainment industry, Song Yan didn't want to make things difficult for any worker. If it wasn't because of the long distance in the snowy sky, he would have walked back by himself.

Song Yan walked to a quiet place and waited until everyone got into the car and left one after another, and everything became quiet.

The snow fell heavily and the temperature suddenly cooled down.

Song Yan tightened his clothes, but still felt the coldness, his nose was tucked into the collar, only a pair of eyes with dark pupils were exposed, the tails of the eyes were slightly thinner, which seemed a little unconsciously seductive, but the eyes were cold Thin enough to be called indifferent.

A black shadow appeared in the corner of the eye, Song Yan turned his head slightly, and saw Sheng Yun standing in front of the building under the heavy night, with his windbreaker open, standing upright.

Both of them couldn't see each other's expression clearly, they just looked sideways at each other from a distance in the snowy night.

Only the sound of snow falling could be heard.

"Waiting for the bus?" Sheng Yun broke the silence first, "Is the butler still here?"

After a busy day, his voice rarely showed fatigue, the tone was low and lazy.

Seeing that Ding Yiming performed the green tea method by his side for a day, even though his performance could be called the green tea nemesis, Song Yan still didn't want to talk to him, turned his head and said perfunctorily: "On the way, there are still about 10 minutes .”

He remembered that Sheng Yun was actually the housekeeper's highest and highest boss, and couldn't help but want to intercede again, so his tone softened a little: "It's snowing so hard, it's normal to have accidents, so don't make things difficult for him."

After hearing this sentence, Sheng Yun was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled coolly for a long time: "Do I look like a capitalist who sucks the bones?"

Song Yan didn't speak.

He doesn't know Sheng Yun anymore. Since the man appeared in front of him as the young master of the Sheng family who is in charge of Xingxiang Media, he has been a stranger to him.

Since he was a stranger, it seemed possible that he was a desperate capitalist.

Seeing that Song Yan remained silent, Sheng Yun clicked his tongue and walked towards him.

Song Yan only saw the tall man walking towards him suddenly in the night, and instinctively took a step back to the side, and then felt his eyes go dark, and a bitter aloes aura enveloped his head.

"Stand waiting inside, do you think that if you catch a cold, the crew will delay the progress for you alone?"

Sheng Yun's voice came through the fabric. In this situation, this kind of words should be words of concern, but when they came out of his mouth, both the wording and the tone were cold and angry.

Song Yan was wrapped in a down jacket and couldn't move very quickly. When he raised his hand with difficulty and finally pulled off the windbreaker covering his head, Sheng Yun's car had already driven away.

Song Yan glanced at the windbreaker in his hand, the cologne on the clothes was very familiar.

This smell immediately brings back memories, and a sense of familiarity comes over us.

Sheng Yun himself was almost a stranger to him, but this taste was not.

After seeing each other again for a year, everything seems to have changed, but his preference for perfume has not changed.

The cold and deep taste, with the ferocity of a lone wolf, is like the pheromone injected into the gland by Alpha's fangs as if attacking a city.

Song Yan thought of the metaphors that are often used in CP fan jokes, pursed his lips, threw out the strange waste in his mind, and made up his mind to avoid wandering on Weibo in the future.

Two days later the snow stopped and the sky cleared.

It happened to be Saturday, and Lu Jin took the lead to take the holiday and invited the whole crew to have a picnic near the frozen lake in the manor.

The ice lake is a major feature of this manor hotel.The hotel was originally surrounded by mountains and rivers, and its geography is unique. Deep in the dense forest, there is an oval-shaped lake, lying here quietly like a bright pearl.

After the winter snow, the lake is frozen, shining brightly under the sunlight, which is very beautiful.

Song Yan heard about this arrangement, and found out all his thickest clothes. After the three layers of inner and outer layers were covered, his 1.7-meter-eight stature was wrapped into an almost oval ball.

No idol baggage.

Although Sheng Yun's "threat" that night was not pleasant to hear, he listened to it and paid attention.

He is indeed very afraid of the cold. It was common for him to catch a cold in winter in previous years. Only last year he achieved the achievement of not having a cold for a year. He didn't want to suffer from it again this year. He felt a little uneasy at the thought that it might delay the progress of the crew.

This is Song Yan's first time to get the leading role. After this period of time, he still feels a little unreal. He doesn't seem to be very happy, nor is he too nervous. Body overexposure.

The desire to stand in front of the camera, but also the fear of being the focus of the crowd's attention, this pair of contradictions has always been a knot in his heart.

When we came to the frozen lake by car, the kitchen utensils, ingredients, tents, tables and chairs for the picnic should all be prepared, and many hotel staff were busy preparing for the guests.

Song Yan got out of the car and found that he had come earlier, and there were no more than a dozen people present.

Lu Jin was grilling something by the grill, and saw Song Yan get off the car from a distance, and waved to him: "Come here!"

The snow is very thick, and it is soft and soft when stepped on.

The sun was shining brightly, and the lake was shining brightly, making it even more dazzling.

"It's so thick!" Lu Jin was wearing a jacket with sunglasses on his forehead, "Like a little penguin."

Song Yan: "..."

Unable to respond to this review.

"Come on, what do you want to eat? Bake it yourself, it's fun."

Song Yan took the gloves and stood a little closer. The aroma of oil came to his face, and the air heated by the charcoal fire dissipated some of the cold.

He randomly took two skewers of chicken wings and put them on the grill, feeling more like he was warming himself by a fire.

Most of the members of the crew are young people, and the picnic can create a special atmosphere. After a while, there are many people around the grill.

During the chatting and laughing, everyone became more and more open-minded, and the gossip came to the relationship life.

"Where is Mr. Song? Has Mr. Song ever been in love?"

"Surely not, Mr. Song doesn't seem interested in this kind of thing hahahaha."

"Teacher Song is so pretty, if you really fall in love, it's probably like making a movie."

Song Yan turned over the skewers in his hand, but didn't respond, letting everyone joke around.

In the past, he was really not interested in dating. To be precise, he seemed to be only slightly interested in Sheng Yun.

It's a pity that love is not like a movie, and it ends suddenly, which is not decent.

Lu Jin interrupted: "Stop! Our teacher Song is going to be popular soon, we can't gossip casually and affect Mr. Song's career."

After suppressing other people's voices, Lu Jin wentssiped to Song Yan instead: "So have you talked about it?"

Amidst the booing, Song Yan hesitated for a few seconds, and finally shook his head slightly.

Everyone was chatting and laughing again, until Lu Jin looked into the distance and greeted, "Brother Sheng, are you here?"

Song Yan paused slightly for the hand holding the skewer.

The voices of everyone talking and laughing suddenly softened. The people who gathered here were basically screenwriters or director assistants. They didn't have the opportunity to meet many high-ranking people in the past, so even though they were about the same age as Sheng Yun, they were very afraid of him.

"What are you talking about? So happy." Sheng Yun returned to the group for the past two days to be busy with work, and just rushed over, he seemed to be in a better mood, with a casual attitude, "Let me listen too."

Sheng Yun walked over and took the plate from Lu Jin. With a gust of wind on the corner of his clothes, Song Yan smelled the familiar scent of agarwood again.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the skewers in his hand, as if he didn't hear anything outside the window.

Lu Jin: "I was chatting about gossip just now, but when we talked about Song Zai's relationship history, it really turned out to be blank."

Sheng Yun was silent for a second: "Really."

Song Yan: "..."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Sheng Yun's originally calm tone suddenly became a little cold.

The others didn't notice anything unusual. Seeing that Sheng Yun was so approachable and approachable, the sense of distance suddenly decreased a lot. A courageous boy even joked, "Where is Mr. Sheng? Has Mr. Sheng ever been in love?"

He asked the question that others wanted to know but were afraid to ask, and everyone booed cautiously.

Lu Jin laughed, and answered first: "Pull it down, you, Mr. Sheng, are still in love with your mouth and temper."

He thought about it and shivered: "God, I can't imagine what it would be like to have someone he likes."

Song Yan kept his eyes down, feeling uncomfortable all the time, and only hoped that this episode would pass quickly.

Everyone has always been jealous of Sheng Yun, and they didn't dare to make too many jokes about him. Seeing that the topic was about to go away, Sheng Yun suddenly said:

"Talk once."

When these words were thrown out, the dozen or so people surrounding them immediately exploded.

Song Yan let go of his hand, and one of the sticks fell off the grill because he couldn't hold it firmly.

Lu Jin's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't speak for a long time. He stammered and raised his voice so as not to be drowned in the booing: "Ah? When? Are we still talking now that we've broken up??"

Sheng Yun glanced at the well-dressed figure standing by the grill who seemed to have been out of shape all the time, and said casually:

"A year ago, I was kicked."

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