I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

This sentence was thrown into the crowd like a bomb, and the shocking sounds erupted by a dozen or so people seemed to be made by a hundred or eighty people at the same time. The crew members in other places around the frozen lake also followed the sound. come over.

"How is it possible, Mr. Sheng is just joking!"

"Who can kick Mr. Sheng? Impossible."

"I made up an idol drama in my brain, what's going on..."

Everyone chattered, Song Yan stood by the grill all the time, stiff and motionless.

He didn't expect Sheng Yun to say that.

In Song Yan's vision, no one knows about the past except the two of them, so it's better to erase it completely, as if it never happened.

He just denied that he had been in love because he was afraid of being questioned. Whether it was the breakup proposed by himself or the breakup proposed by the other party, if Sheng Yun was involved in the future, it would not be a good thing with his current status and status. .

Song Yan thought that Sheng Yun would think so too.

Unexpectedly... After Sheng Yun knew that he did not admit to being in love, he himself admitted to that relationship.

Oops.

The title of scumbag seems to be solid.

Not only kicked people for no reason, broke up, played and disappeared, and even later denied that they had ever been in love, it was the level of being nailed to the pillar of shame after being exposed.

Song Yan raised his head to look at the frozen lake, squinting his eyes because of the reflection of the sun, feeling a little stinging, and a little bit of regret spread from the bottom of his heart.

It's true that jumping into a frozen lake can't wash it off.

Seeing that everyone's curiosity was overwhelmed, Sheng Yun stretched out his slender index finger and put it on his lips. After he calmed down, he smiled lightly: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

There was a booing sound, half disappointed, half yes.

Sheng Yun didn't stay any longer, and walked to another part of the ice lake, and went to talk with the executives of Xingxiang who came for entertainment.

The people dispersed gradually, and went to have fun in twos and threes, only Song Yan remained where he was.

Only now did he realize that his shoulders and neck were a little stiff, almost sore, as if he had been pressed by a big rock for a long time.

My mind was in a shambles, and my phone rang.

Song Yan took a look, and his expression flickered slightly.

He picked it up: "...Mom."

There was silence for a long time, and Song Yan's lips slowly pursed into a line.

He didn't urge, and waited patiently for the mother on the other end of the phone to speak.

Lu Zhinan hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "Is it convenient for you to go home tonight? Come back for dinner, I have something to tell you."

She paused, as if patching: "This is the Chang'an mansion."

As expected, Song Yan responded, "Yes."

Chang'an Mansion is a villa area, not the most high-end mansion in Nanzhou City, but it is also a well-known community.

As soon as the night fell, Song Yan took advantage of the fact that there was no reading meeting at night, and without telling anyone, wrapped himself tightly, put on a mask and hat and left the manor, took a taxi to the gate of the Chang'an mansion.

When he got to the gate, he was stopped by the security booth.

"Is it the owner here?" The security guard was relatively new to Song Yan, and asked vigilantly, "Which building?"

Song Yan didn't take off his mask, and said flatly, "It's not the owner, it's a guest of Building A12."

The security guard checked the address book and called to confirm.

"Okay, okay." The security guard hung up the phone and opened the door, "Come in."

Song Yan walked in, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

The last time he came here, he was interrogated in the same way, but he didn't remember if it was the same security guard, after all, nearly half a year had passed.

I can't remember the road in the community, and Song Yan managed to come to the door of Building A12 after a little detour.

He saw a slender figure standing in front of the villa from a distance, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

Seeing him coming, Lu Zhinan's eyes lit up, and the brows and eyes full of amorous feelings suddenly became more radiant, even the fine lines around the corners of the eyes smoothed a little, and he hurried forward a few steps to meet him.

Song Yan frowned and said, "It's such a cold day, why come out and wait?"

Lu Zhinan stretched out his hand to hold his wrist: "You are the one, have you been frozen all the way here? Come in quickly."

Song Yan followed her into the gate of the villa, and bumped into a young man who happened to pass by the entrance and glanced at him.

"Yo, rare guest, big star."

Lu Zhinan said angrily, "Why are you talking to brother like that?"

The young man rolled his eyes, sneered and walked away.

Song Yan's expression was calm, he changed his shoes and walked in, the room was warm, and in contrast to the cold outside, he felt a little hot in the ears.

He smelled the aroma of food, and was a little surprised to see a table full of food in the dining room.

The last time I ate here was last year's Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lu Zhinan pulled him and led him directly into the dining room. A middle-aged man and an old lady were already sitting at the round table. Song Yan walked over and called out, "Grandma."

The old lady's face was pale, and she didn't look at him directly.

Song Yan looked at the middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, and said without any ups and downs: "Dad."

"Yeah." Guo Zilian pointed to the seat, "Sit down."

Lu Zhinan quickly pulled him to sit down, and greeted his younger son who was playing games in the living room: "Come and eat!"

Song Heng threw his phone on the dining table, took a look and immediately pulled his face: "Who will eat these dishes?"

Song Yan's eyes fell on the dining table, and he was a little surprised. Steamed fish, osmanthus lotus root, and stir-fried lettuce were basically his favorite dishes.

Everyone in the Song family loves spicy food, only he and his mother like to eat light and sweet food. Over the years, the dinner table is basically full of red.

Lu Zhinan was forced to change his taste, and eventually suffered from stomach problems. Song Yan lived in a boarding school since he was a child, and went out to rent a house by himself after graduation.

The old lady quickly coaxed Song Heng: "Grandma will take you out to eat hot pot tonight, okay?"

The sound of bowls and chopsticks sounded sparsely, Song Yanshi took two mouthfuls without taste, and looked up at the face with Chinese characters: "What's the matter, just tell me."

Lu Zhinan tested her husband's expression, and quickly said, "Let's eat first, they are all your favorite dishes, and I even made chicken soup for you..."

The old lady looked at Lu Zhinan, and said coldly: "The chicken soup is still on fire, why don't you go and see?"

Lu Zhinan stood up quickly: "Yes, I'll go right away."

Song Yan lowered his eyes, the temperature in his eyes was getting colder and colder.

The old lady cast her eyes on Song Yan again, and snorted: "I heard that you have become a leading actor in some production crew, and you are being discussed on the Internet, aren't you very proud?"

Song Yan raised his eyes and looked at her patiently: "No, it's just work."

"Work." The old lady held her breath in her heart, and said bitterly, "You are proud of being an actor. If you have the slightest idea of ​​going the right way, I will recite Buddha's name! Sure enough, it is not the blood of our Song family... ..."

Song Yan took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, ignored the old lady, and only looked at the Chinese character face: "What's the matter, just tell me."

Seeing that Song Yan ignored her, the old lady picked up the chopsticks and pointed at his face, but was stopped by the Chinese character face.

Looking at Song Yan with a square face: "Grandma is also angry, don't worry about it."

Song Yan frowned, feeling strange.Since the first day I met with Guozilian, I have never heard him talk to me so politely.

He stared at his stepfather fixedly, waiting to hear the next sentence.

Guozilian's eyes dodged for a moment, and he cleared his throat: "...I heard that your current crew is invested by the son of the Sheng family of Xingxiang Group, named Sheng Yun?"

Song Yan paused: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Guo Zilian took a bite of the food, trying to hide the unnaturalness on his face: "Can you talk to Mr. Sheng normally?"

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yan immediately understood the purpose of the play sung tonight.

He sneered in his heart, and replied in his mouth: "I can't say, what's the matter?"

The face of the Chinese character face suddenly turned ugly, and the old lady also turned her face.

Lu Zhinan also came back at this time. Seeing that her husband had already cut to the chase, she hurriedly smoothed things over carefully: "What kind of character is Mr. Sheng, and the child is just a young actor, what can he say..."

Song Yan looked at Lu Zhinan, and his mother understood the doubt in his eyes, and explained in a low voice: "Yes, it's like this... Before Xingxiang Group invested in a real estate project of your father, but recently withdrew the investment, so I thought..."

Lu Zhinan half looked at him pleadingly, and said softly, "I'm making things difficult for you too."

Song Yan looked away, not wanting to meet her mother's gaze.

"I don't know why. I have already got the land right now, and the sudden withdrawal of capital will kill me!" Guo Zilian's tone hardened, and he pointed his chopsticks in front of him, "Aren't you an actor now? Do you have to be very promising, and you can't say a word to Mr. Sheng?"

Song Yan put down his chopsticks and remained silent, feeling like laughing.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the anxious look on the old lady's face, and even wanted to correct her, she was not an actress, but an actor.

"You had a bad time with that guy surnamed Ding last year, but now it's fine!" The Chinese character face chopsticks clicked in the bowl, extremely annoyed, glaring at Song Yan and said angrily, "It is said that he has a good relationship with Mr. Sheng , you have offended him, it will be difficult to get a recommendation from him!"

Song Yan stood up suddenly, and the bowl and chopsticks in front of him were overturned by his movement, making a crisp sound.

Guozilian immediately raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing! Making such a big noise in front of the elders is against you!"

Song Yan raised his eyelids, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "Since you said that Ding Yiming has a good relationship with Mr. Sheng, why are you looking for me?"

He tilted his head and smiled: "Everyone just ask him."

He turned to leave the dining table, and heard a sound of throwing plates and bowls from behind, and the old lady yelled at the top of her voice: "Look at how this white-eyed wolf talks to the elders! It's the wrong way!"

Guozilian chased him out, and yanked away Lu Zhinan who was standing in front of Song Yan, pointing his index finger to the tip of Song Yan's nose: "Who are you mocking?"

Seeing her mother being torn apart, Song Yan frowned, gritted her teeth and looked at the fist that was about to wave down on the face of Guozi: "I am now the leading actor of the Morning Star Project, how much Mr. Sheng values ​​this project, you can think about it yourself."

The face with Chinese characters suddenly turned into a pig liver color, and his fists stiffened in mid-air.

Song Yan didn't stay any longer, and suddenly pushed open the door of the villa, wrapped his clothes and drowned in the cold wind.

There were harsh shouts from the old lady and the square face behind her.

Lu Zhinan hurriedly chased him out, his eyes were full of water: "Son, it's my mother who is sorry for you..."

Song Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked back at his mother, who was almost fragile. Her facial features and bones were full of glamorous style, but it seemed that the years had engraved the mark of humbleness and caution.

Song Yan gently pulled his hands out of his mother's hands, just like trying to persuade her countless times over the years but didn't speak, finally swallowed the words, and only whispered: "I'm leaving."

Snow started to fall again at this time.

The place is remote, and it's not convenient to call a car. Song Yan felt his ears get hot from the cold, and his cheeks became hot.

After finally calling a car, he returned to the gate of the manor.

Song Yan paid the fare, took a deep breath and got out of the car, feeling very tired.

Going to that ghost place once is as tiring as fighting with some vicious dogs.

There are warm street lights on both sides of the road in the manor, Song Yan didn't ask the butler to drive to pick him up, and planned to walk back to the residence by himself.

After walking for 10 minutes, I felt a little top-heavy, and my body gradually warmed up, but I felt chills again and again.

When passing by a villa, a car drove over with its headlights on. Song Yan squinted his eyes because of the light, and stopped in place.

The car door opened, and the man in the car stepped down with his long legs, turned his head and saw Song Yan walking in the dark.

"Why did you go?" Sheng Yun frowned, and raised his voice a little, "Running around in the snow?"

Hearing this, Song Yan had no choice but to stop at the same spot, Sheng Yun stepped on the snow and walked over, glanced at the direction he came from: "Did you come back from outside?"

Song Yan's voice was muffled: "Yes."

Sheng Yun frowned immediately: "Didn't I say before, don't go out casually if you have nothing to do. Now I don't know how many paparazzi are guarding outside, waiting to take pictures of you."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think about it.

"I... wear a mask." Song Yan whispered, "Also wear a hat."

Sheng Yun sneered: "Is it useful?"

Song Yan: "..."

It's really hard to say, and it's not too difficult to recognize the figure.

He felt a little dizzy, his cheeks were burning hot, and he just wanted to go home and sleep, so he admitted his mistake obediently: "I'm sorry, next time..."

Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly took a step closer and lowered his head to touch his forehead.

Song Yan was startled, and subconsciously took a step back to avoid it.

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue impatiently, put one hand on his shoulder, and ordered in a low voice:

"do not move."

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