I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Two seconds later, Song Yan began to ask himself why he had to be so obedient.

Although it felt outrageous, it was too late, because the slightly cool touch had already been gently attached to his forehead.

At this moment, the appearance of Tang Yuan as if it was sealed when he pinched the back of the neck appeared in front of his eyes.

The distance between the two of them got closer in an instant, and Song Yan could even feel that he could touch the tip of Sheng Yun's tall nose, and he could also see the subtle lines on his tight, thin lips.

The touch on the forehead is very strange, but it seems a little familiar.

The burning all over his body became more obvious, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

In fact, it only took two seconds before Song Yan quickly took a step back as if he had been scalded severely.

Sheng Yun stood up straight, with an unnatural look on his face for a moment, but he quickly restrained himself, and just said casually: "You have a fever."

It's like saying that I just took a temperature test for you, so don't think too much about it.

Song Yan froze, feeling extremely weird.

He felt that a safe social distance of at least two meters should be maintained between his exes, but now he and Sheng Yun are only half a meter away.

Besides, how many times have you crossed this safe distance during this period?

It is too dangerous and must be taken as a warning.

Sheng Yun seemed to have pulled back a victory, with a calm expression: "There is an infirmary in the hotel."

Song Yan nodded: "I'll go now..."

As soon as these words were spoken, a very subtle flash pierced the night.

Sheng Yun paused, stopped talking, and immediately looked towards the source of the flashing light.

Song Yan's reflex arc was a bit long, but he quickly realized something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously hid behind Sheng Yun.

Sheng Yun frowned and said in a cold voice, "Who?"

There was a rustling sound from the grass in the distance, and a black figure quickly rushed out in the opposite direction, at such a high speed that it was almost instantly submerged in the night.

Sheng Yun subconsciously took a step towards that side, knowing that he couldn't catch up.

The place where that person was guarding was relatively far away from them, and the equipment used for shooting must be a very professional telephoto lens. The angle and hiding position chosen were good, and even the direction of escape and the speed of reaction were beyond reproach.

This is coming prepared.

Sheng Yun's face turned cold in an instant, he stepped back, held Song Yanxu who was frozen in place with one hand, and quickly walked towards the parked car, dialed the phone, and simply ordered:

"Block all the entrances and exits of the hotel, and illegitimate students or reporters sneak in."

He didn't say much, hung up the phone first, and stuffed Song Yan into the car.

Song Yan sat on the car seat, a little dazed.

Sheng Yun's cars are all one-way glass, so it's the safest to sit inside, but he still can't help being terrified.

Sheng Yun got into the car, told the driver the destination, turned his head to look at Song Yan who was pale with fright, and looked away for two seconds in silence: "Don't worry, he can't run away."

Song Yan pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The tone of Sheng Yun's words was firm and indifferent, with sarcasm towards the sneak photographer.

But Song Yan heard a little comfort.

Although just a little bit.

Song Yan closed his eyes, the scent in the car was very familiar, calming down his raised heart rate a little.

Sheng Yun paused, then turned his head slightly to look at him.

Song Yan's side face was hidden in the shadows, and it could be seen that his expression was still anxious.

Sheng Yun felt a little puzzled. After all, whether it is a sneak shot by Yuji or an illegitimate student, it is commonplace for some popular artists in the circle. As long as they have done nothing wrong, most people will either turn a blind eye or directly There are ways to resolve head-on conflicts in the future.

When he was first discovered to be secretly photographed, Song Yan's reaction was like a cat with its hair blown up, but he quickly restrained his sharpness. The first reaction was not to catch the person who secretly photographed, but to cower and try to hide. It seems to be afraid of something.

With Song Yan's temperament, Sheng Yun had never seen him be afraid of anything, this was the first time he saw his subconscious fear reaction, it seemed to be engraved in his instinct.

For some reason, Sheng Yun felt that there was something wrong with it, but he couldn't really say what it was.

Song Yan opened his eyes and slowly recovered his breathing.

He looked out of the car window and asked, "Where are we...going?"

The voice is hoarse and nasal.

Song Yan cleared his throat, really caught a cold.

There are no symptoms during the day today. It seems that I stayed by the frozen lake for a long time and was frozen.

At the same time, he also felt that it had something to do with Sheng Yun's crow's mouth.

After he finished speaking, he realized: "...infirmary?"

Sheng Yun responded: "Send you there, so as not to encounter accidents on the way."

Song Yan responded in a low voice, was silent for two seconds, and said awkwardly: "Thank you."

Sheng Yun looked away and said casually, "No need."

The alienated and indifferent conversation ended, and the car fell into silence.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, feeling a little tormented.

Even though Sheng Yun always acted like he didn't care, he couldn't be so calm.

He knew that Sheng Yun was a young man with a young temper in his bones, rebellious and arrogant, he didn't listen to persuasion, and felt that he was right in everything.

Even when he was in love with himself at the time, he set up a persona of a civilian working as a worker, but his behavior always revealed some presumptuousness that workers would not have.

Song Yan knew very well that all the accommodating and caring of such a person to him when he was in love, all changed in the opposite direction after he broke up with him and asked him to move out that day.

It's lucky that he wasn't directly blackened, but if he keeps in contact with him and keeps reminding him of the humiliation he has suffered, it will be hard to say.

I can't explain what happened at the beginning, but now I can't hide it, and it can make people feel sad.

When they arrived at the infirmary, Sheng Yun got out of the car first and waited for Song Yan.

Sheng Yun's net height is about 1.8 meters [-], and he is a lot taller than Song Yan after wearing short boots. In addition, his shoulders are broad, and he feels like he can block himself when he stands beside him.

"I'll just go in by myself." Song Yan said, "Thank you for sending me here."

Sheng Yun looked down at him, the young man's complexion was pale, but his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were reddened, making him look a little pitiful.

Much more obedient than usual.

It was rare for Sheng Yun to feel a little soft-hearted, so he said: "I can consider caring about the physical conditions of the important actors."

Song Yan was startled, interpreted this sentence, and said hesitantly: "Then I will show you the medical record tomorrow."

Sheng Yun: "..."

Mr. Sheng's kindness had no place to rest, he was silent for two seconds, and then let out a cold "oh".

Song Yan turned around and walked towards the infirmary, and stopped when he remembered something, turned around and said to Sheng Yun: "If the person who took the sneak shot just now is caught, please tell me, thank you."

Sheng Yun: "Take care of yourself first."

Song Yan responded, and said, "It won't delay the progress of the crew."

Sheng Yun watched Song Yan walk into the door of the infirmary, and it took him a long time to realize that he said this because of the sentence he said to him the night before yesterday, "The crew will not delay the progress for you if you have a cold", paused for a few seconds, and gently Tsk.

It's kind of vengeful.

Song Yan walked into the infirmary, and a doctor greeted him.

Rather than saying it was an infirmary in a hotel, it was better to say that this was a private hospital with complete hardware and software, or the one where he was the only patient.

The examination process was fast and comfortable, and soon he arrived at the consultation room with the test sheet and the completed medical records.

The doctor was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of thick eyes. He looked down at the test sheet and asked, "Did you take your temperature?"

Song Yan replied: "Just measured, 38.2."

The doctor hummed twice: "I have a little fever, do you have a cold?"

Song Yan paused: "It should be, my throat is a bit uncomfortable."

The doctor continued to ask: "Frozen? Or some other reason? The fever may also be caused by other reasons, such as wound inflammation."

Song Yan paused, raised his eyelids to look at him, and said for a while: "There is no other reason, I was frozen in front of the ice lake for a long time this afternoon."

The doctor nodded, put down the test sheet in his hand, and returned the medical record to him: "Then go back and take some medicine."

Song Yan looked at the unwritten medical record handed in front of him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"I want to get an IV, can I?" Song Yan remembered that he saw the IV room on the way here, "I want to get better soon, and I don't want to delay the progress of the crew."

"Oh...it's okay." The doctor reached out for the medical record and took it back, and wrote a few words, "Wait a minute, I'll prescribe it for you."

Song Yan asked again: "If you also take some medicine at the same time, what should you take?"

Doctor: "Take cephalosporin."

Song Yan was silent for two seconds, stood up, and said coldly: "I'll go out first."

Hearing the sound of the door of the consulting room being closed, the doctor looked up, reached out and took out a recording pen from under the table, pressed it to close, and hid it in the cabinet behind him.

Turning on the phone, there are already hundreds of messages in WeChat.

The doctor quickly typed a few words and sent them.

[Don't worry, the photo has been taken, wait for me to find time to upload it. 】

【Sy was in the consultation room just now.I have a fever, which is suspicious. 】

[The recording was made, but nothing was recorded! 】

[I tested it, but nothing came out. The test result may be a common cold...]

With a "bang", the door of the consulting room was pushed open.

The doctor was startled. Just as he was about to put the phone away, he saw a tall figure approaching him in a few steps and snatched the phone away.

The doctor was startled suddenly: "Sheng...Mr. Sheng...I..."

Sheng Yun glanced at the phone screen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung the keyboard on the table with his left hand, falling to the ground with an astonishingly loud noise.

Song Yan went to the door to meet Sheng Yun and explained the situation, because his footsteps were too weak to keep up with Sheng Yun's pace due to the burn, so he hurried over at this time, and when he arrived at the door, he heard the loud noise, and was so frightened that he stopped.

He squeezed the phone tightly, and began to think about whether to notify Lu Jin at the same time, so as not to kill anyone.

Fortunately, the sound attracted the attention of the security staff in the infirmary and other medical staff, who rushed over one after another. Song Yan backed away from the door to give way to the entrance.

"President Sheng?"

"What's going on? Mr. Sheng, leave it to us to deal with..."

"Hello? This is the security team of the infirmary, please call the head team quickly..."

The man was full of anger, and at this moment he grabbed the doctor by the collar and lifted him up. His sharp eyebrows and eyes were as cold as icy blades. In the chaos and noise, with a voice that only two people could hear, he said in a low voice: "You're tired of being an insider on my territory."

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Reliable adult male (that is, the lines are a bit secondary

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