I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

"Is it really that scary?" An Yuan said in shock after hearing this, "Boss Sheng is so young, and his wrists are really big, it sounds scary."

Song Yan nestled on the sofa with glutinous rice balls in his arms, and was a little dissatisfied when he heard the words: "Isn't it because I was vigilant enough to recognize that something was wrong with the doctor?"

An Yuan gave him a blank look: "Forget it, a doctor reads your medical record saying that you are allergic to penicillin and then gives you cephalosporins. It's obvious that it's either a fake doctor or he doesn't care about seeing a doctor. How normal can you detect it?"

Song Yan hissed and didn't care about her.

The reading session lasted for two weeks, and it came to an end temporarily.

Song Yan could barely tell An Yuan what happened during the reading session, and then received a new announcement invitation.

"Xingxiang Media annual meeting..." Song Yan looked at the invitation letter, half-jokingly, "I really want to be popular?"

Although the Xingxiang Media annual meeting is a company annual meeting in name, after all, relying on the Xingxiang Group, a capital giant, the platform is not ordinary, so the participants are all over the entertainment circle, and the attention is no less than any red carpet ceremony.

Generally speaking, the artists who can participate are either big names with considerable traffic, or powerful factions with word-of-mouth works, and a high degree of recognition.

While An Yuan was excited, she seemed even more worried:

"What clothes are you wearing? This is a red carpet. It's been a long time since you walked on the red carpet."

She nodded at the phone, frowning tightly: "Is there any help we can borrow..."

Song Yan lowered his eyes, not caring too much: "Wear whatever you want."

An would rather not listen to him. After all, the red carpet itself is a process of demonstrating one's commercial value, and the level of sponsorship one wears is also an important part of it.

"I heard that Ding Yiming is going to wear BY, such a big brand, he is overjoyed." An Yuan said inconsequentially, a little annoyed, "He deserves it too."

Song Yan clicked his tongue, and finally couldn't help but wonder: "Why can't he disappear from my life?"

An Yuan glared at him: "Isn't that nonsense! He's top class now! Who in this circle can get out of his shadow!"

Song Yan was noncommittal, just when An Yuan's cell phone rang.

"Hello? How's it going?" An Yuan's face darkened again after hearing the other person's words, "What, didn't you say you had a chance to borrow a set of clothes last time, but this time you really want to borrow it and regret it."

Song Yan looked up at her and guessed that she was on the phone with the business coordinator.

An Yuan hung up the phone in a snap, and after a long while, Song Yan finished feeding the glutinous rice balls before she came over with satisfaction and said, "It's done."

Song Yan: "Is it done?"

An Yuan mentioned a brand name, and Song Yan frowned slightly: "Will you lend me this brand?"

"I asked for a relationship." An Yuan didn't care about hurting Song Yan's self-esteem, "Based on your current coffee position, you really don't want to borrow it."

Song Yan: "..."

He didn't say anything, An Yuan went to contact the company's styling team to make an appointment, and while making an appointment, he whispered fantasy: "When will you have your own styling team..."

Song Yan opened Weibo and saw the preheating of the overwhelming grand ceremony. Regardless of the number or popularity, the most eye-catching one is of course Ding Yiming.

Song Yan once again asked the soul torture in his heart, when will this person disappear from his life.

For nothing else, Song Yan really didn't understand why Ding Yiming insisted on staring at him and stomping on him.

Before the grand ceremony even started, a lot of drafts had already been bought.

[@娱乐八口修狗: Reliable news that a certain artist with the surname S who just won a big pie will also participate in the astrology festival. 】

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After Song Yan finished watching, she raised her eyes to An Yuan, who was still in contact with styling and clothing, because she was extremely excited because she had borrowed a sponsorship that was usually hard to come by.

Song Yan was silent for a while, always feeling something was wrong.

"Who did you borrow the clothes from?" Song Yan asked her loudly, "Who is it? When did you meet?"

An Yuan was busy, so she didn't hear what he asked at all, so she made a phone call on her own: "Yes, yes, please don't waste time..."

Song Yan gave up the idea of ​​asking something from her, and half-lyed on the sofa thinking alone.

After a while, he opened WeChat, found a chat box, and silently typed after the last message he sent half a year ago:

[Lend me the outfit you mentioned last time, there is a small event. 】

Lu Jin ate and drank in the president's office again.

"Looking at your leisurely look, you really feel relieved for the people below." Lu Jin looked at Sheng Yun behind the large desk who was closing his eyes and resting his mind, "Is everything about the grand ceremony settled?"

Sheng Yun raised his hand, swept over the desk that the secretary had just tidied up, and said slowly: "If you observe carefully, you will find that I have already handled a lot of affairs by myself, but my work efficiency makes you Created a major illusion that I wasn't involved."

Lu Jin: "...That's right, as a CEO, you don't need to do these things yourself."

Sheng Yun was noncommittal.

Lu Jin changed the subject: "Are you going tonight? Or do you want to watch the live broadcast?"

Sheng Yun replied concisely: "No, I won't watch."

Lu Jin giggled: "The stars are shining brightly, how eye-catching, don't you take a look."

Sheng Yun still closed his eyes and didn't respond: "Not interested."

Lu Jin clicked his tongue: "Brother Sheng, you can't do this. I always feel that I haven't seen you for more than a year. You have become more pure-hearted and want to jump out of the Three Realms. I am afraid that something will happen to you."

Sheng Yun sneered and ignored him.

Lu Jin played with her mobile phone for a while, chatted with her friends on WeChat, and then remembered something: "By the way, I have a gossip, do you want to listen to it?"

Sheng Yun didn't speak.

Lu Jin: "Gossip about a top class."

Sheng Yun was silent.

Lu Jin has long been used to singing one-man shows, and continued: "It's still a gossip between a top-notch man and our male number one, so if you say this, it's gossip between first and second?"

Sheng Yun still didn't answer, Lu Jin took a breath, and just happened to send a few more WeChat messages, so he bowed his head and replied.

He chatted earnestly for a long time, and suddenly heard a deep voice from Sheng Yun: "And then?"

"Huh?" Lu Jin raised her head, but didn't react, "What then?"

Sheng Yun didn't say good things twice, Lu Jin recalled it by himself: "Oh, you gossip, aren't you not interested?"

Sheng Yun said lightly: "It's just boring."

Lu Jin: "Actually, if it didn't happen to be the lead actor of our project, this gossip wouldn't have reached my ears. I knew before that the top-notch guy was at odds with our lead actor, but I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect it to be so discordant."

He leaned forward: "I heard that the top guy used a trick to give our hero a smoke bomb, colluded with the brand side, and said he wanted to borrow clothes, but then he backed out."

There was finally a wave of fluctuation in Sheng Yun's calm expression: "Such a dirty trick."

"Tsk, it's a common thing." Lu Jin said sharply, "There are still many people you haven't seen. If it wasn't because our project was involved, I wouldn't know about it."

After seeing Sheng Yun's comment, he fell silent. Lu Jin tentatively stated his real purpose: "How about...Brother Sheng came forward to help him borrow a set of clothes?"

Sheng Yun straightened up, opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Lu Jin coolly: "I started talking in my sleep during the day."

Lu Jin choked and lost face.

He also knows that Sheng Yun will probably not agree to him. He understands Sheng Yun's character. It is something that he can't even think about lending sponsorship to a young actor he has just met. Tried it out, didn't hold out much hope.

"Oh." Lu Jin sighed, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it, and if the situation is too embarrassing, I'll help him find a way."

Sheng Yun suddenly asked: "You?"

Lu Jin was so cowardly that he insisted: "What's wrong, I'm not allowed..."

Sheng Yun closed his eyes and said casually, "It's up to you."

"How can there be such a thing, the promised loan is not given for the time being, isn't this playing tricks on us?? It's stumbling us!!" An Yuan was about to lose his head when he heard that the sponsorship was pigeonholed, " If you can’t tell me earlier, what’s going on now!”

Song Yan was sitting in the dressing room at the backstage of the grand ceremony, listening to An Yuan's roar on the other end of the phone, but couldn't find a chance to say a word of comfort.

"You wait, I'll think of a way, I still don't believe it, you really step on my head and play me for a fool!" An Yuan hung up the phone with a snap, Song Yan's words "I've prepared clothes" were stunned. Did not say it.

Song Yan put down his phone and said to the makeup artist, "Let's put on makeup first."

Four artists are in a dressing room, and Song Yan's styling team has the least number of people. There are only three people in total, and one of them hasn't come yet because he was late.

There are two left, one is waiting for the dress to arrive, and the other is holding a makeup box and has not opened it. It seems that they played all night last night, and they are all yawning with dark circles under their eyes.

"How to put on makeup before the dress arrives." The makeup artist said casually, "Wait for Sister An first."

Song Yan was silent for two seconds, took the liquid foundation from his hand, and put on the makeup by himself.

The make-up artist didn't stop her, and was happy to relax, and went to the sofa to laze off.

The dressing room was full of people, and there were always people who were free to notice him, especially a few other artists, who were all putting on makeup and glanced at him.

Ten minutes later, An Yuan's call came again.

This time, An Yuan's voice was extra excited and panting: "This time it's really done! I borrowed it! I'm holding it in my hand! Come to the locker room!"

Before Song Yan could say anything, he hung up the phone, leaving his head full of question marks.

He stood up, and the makeup artist was using Douyin, and looked up at him at this moment: "Don't run around, sit there."

Song Yan looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Who are you instigating?"

The make-up artist choked for a moment. There were people all around him, and he didn't dare to really confront the artist. Looking up at Song Yan's sharp jaw, he felt a little apprehensive.

I almost forgot, this male number one who just got the Morning Star plan.

Although his reputation has always been so bad, even if he takes over the male number one, he has no popularity, and he is still a top-notch opponent for many years... But what if there is suddenly someone behind him?

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why they overwhelmed the top class and got the role.

"I, I didn't mean that either..." The makeup artist was a little discouraged, with an ugly smile on his face, "There are a lot of people in the backstage, I'm afraid you might get separated and delay the process..."

Song Yan's cold gaze didn't stay on him for too long, and he left the dressing room.

The dressing room is a four-person cubicle. Song Yan came to his own cubicle according to the number. The cubicle is quite large, with a full-length mirror and a table, stool and hanger.

An Yuan was full of joy, and had already put the clothes on the hanger, admiring them happily, carefully checking for any slight wrinkles.

"Whose family is this?" Song Yan just walked into the cubicle when he was taken aback by the dress, "...so eye-catching."

The well-tailored dark black suit, the cufflinks are inlaid with fine-sized, clear and bright diamonds, and the fabric has a faint silver powder texture. It has achieved the utmost chic and exquisiteness within the simple and simple evaluation range, and it can be seen at a glance that it is high-quality craftsmanship. .

"Unexpectedly, Orens, a high-end brand under the Xingxiang Group." An Yuan's eyes are full of stars, "This male lead is really good, Orens' Yitong personally delivered the clothes, for the morning star The planned male lead will naturally wear the Xingxiang Group brand..."

Song Yan looked at the dress for a while, was silent for two seconds, and responded simply: "I won't wear it."

An Yuan's praise came to an abrupt end: "?"

Song Yan compared this dress with the one he brought, and commented:

"It's kind of ugly."

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Mr. Sheng whose aesthetics has been questioned: If you help me again, I am a dog.

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