I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Sheng Yun bid farewell to Zhao Chi temporarily, avoided the spiral staircase where artists gathered, and walked from the rooftop to the elevator.

He didn't want to meet any artist, so he chose this remote route, but he didn't expect to meet Song Yan.

Sheng Yun stood still, his eyes swept slightly over Song Yan's exposed collarbone, and then fell on his face with light makeup.

At this time, his cheeks seemed to be slightly flushed, and he was a little differently attractive.

Sheng Yun's Adam's apple moved slightly, he looked away, and said lightly, "Take a picture?"

Song Yan came back to his senses and lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Sheng Yun continued: "Do you think this suit is good?"

Song Yan raised his eyes, feeling that the tone of this sentence was a bit...intriguing.

"That's not true, it's because Orens is waiting to retweet because he wants to post on Weibo."

Song Yan still said truthfully.

"Oh." Sheng Yun responded briefly, "I don't care."

Song Yan: "..."

Do I think you care.

Didn't you ask it yourself.

Song Yan suppressed the displeasure in his heart: "Okay."

An Yuan has never met Sheng Yun before, and this time he was able to recognize him because he saw photos from other colleagues.

It was the first time for him to have a chance to talk to him so close.

What made her even more delighted and shocked was that Mr. Sheng actually took the initiative to care about the work of his cubs!

She poked Song Yan with her elbow to protest his disrespectful answer, and at the same time put on a polite and appropriate professional smile: "Mr. In this way, the mouth does not sound good but the person is nice..."

Song Yan: "..."

Who speaks badly.

It's better to send this sentence to the man opposite.

Oh, but whether the man opposite is considered a good person is open to question.

Facing An Yuan, Sheng Yun was more polite: "It's nothing, it's just business. Go ahead and don't disturb the work of the others."

Sheng Yun took a step back and his eyes fell on Song Yan.

Song Yan felt as if he had seen the smirk on the corner of Sheng Yun's mouth disappear in an instant.

"By the way, let me convey that Zhao Chi would like to meet your friend tomorrow night for a drink." Sheng Yun said, "The friend who made your clothes. You can contact him to confirm the time."

Song Yan nodded: "Then...can I go together?"

After Sheng Yun conveyed the message, he was ready to leave. Hearing his question, he stopped in his footsteps, and turned back to face him with half of his body: "Go together?"

"Yes." Song Yan paused, and then explained, "My friend is more introverted, and it will be easier to communicate with me."

Sheng Yun turned the other half of his body around this time, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness: "Is it possible to communicate with you?"

Song Yan: "..."

No matter how you hear this, it doesn't sound right.

He said that it is better to communicate with yourself.

What Sheng Yun said was that it is only when he is around that he can communicate.

It seems that this is not a meaning.

It's a lot worse.

In addition to the two silent people facing each other, there were also two photographers and An Yuan present.

Now the remaining three people dare not speak out, and feel that they are not worthy to intervene in the "high-level meeting" of these two.

Song Yan has been silent, and the atmosphere is about to develop towards embarrassment.

Before that, Sheng Yun ended by himself, turned around and left: "Let's shoot, goodbye."

How cold and cold this goodbye is.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Sheng Yun's back disappear, he turned around and said in a low voice, "Go ahead."

This low mood lasted until I finished taking pictures and sat in the car to go home.

"Do you want to eat something?" An Yuan sat beside him, "Order a midnight snack? Are you hungry?"

Song Yan lay on the car seat with her eyes closed: "I don't want to eat."

An Yuan didn't force him, she glanced at him, seeing that he looked a little tired, she just thought he was tired.

Turning on Weibo, the grand occasion on the hot search was just as she imagined.

The hot search questioning the source of Song Yan's high-definition clothes, everyone knows who is on top.

But the slap came quickly.

An Yuan used Song Yan's Weibo account to post Jiugongge, and 1 minute later, Orens' official Weibo reposted it. This was tantamount to stamping the brand sponsorship with a real hammer, and all doubts were groundless.

[Is this an official announcement? ? 】

[Olens sponsorship, this is too prestigious...]

[Ah, thank you, the patron's father!Good clothes match beautiful women!It's so beautiful! 】

[Look at the next door and directly wear someone else's couture and dare not walk the red carpet. I'm afraid BY will regret it to death. 】

[Regret to die laughing, did BY already contact Song Yan's team overnight. 】

Click on the hot search list, and the number one in the hot search is extremely hot, with an orange word "boiling".

#宋彦火火的世界露色#

This entry was not thought up by An Yuan, and without even spending money to push it, it became the number one hot search with its own popularity, and the square was maxed out immediately.

Ding Yiming's trending search completely disappeared. Obviously, when the team removed the hacking trending search, they also deleted all the prepared entries.

Save your eyes.

An Yuan was so addicted, she couldn't help holding the phone and talking to herself: "You are finally going to be popular, and you have today!"

Song Yan heard it this time, and said lazily: "It's not that exaggerated."

An Yuan smiled and scolded him: "Versailles."

"That's not true." Song Yan opened his eyes and looked out of the car window. The night was thick, "Ding Yiming won't admit defeat so easily, and there is the Morning Star Project. Can he admit it if he doesn't count on me?"

An Yuan's smile paused: "Can't his dog skin plaster be torn off?"

Song Yan turned his head to look at her: "Of course not."

An Yuan blinked, looked at Song Yan's gentle and distant face, and heard him say, "Take your time."

An Yuan half understood: "Oh."

She knew that the artist under her hands, although seemingly indisputable, had a lot of ideas.

No one can really control him.

"Find a chance to post my outfit as well." Song Yan leaned back on the car seat, closed his eyes and meditated, "You can also post the party look, right?"

"Yes." An Yuan replied, while reacting, "Are you wearing this suit to help your friend?"

Song Yan was a little drowsy, and his voice was quiet: "It's not to help him, but because I think his clothes are good."

The next day, Song Yan woke up and saw a series of messages from An Yuan, telling him to guard against the paparazzi, followed by many business invitations, which An Yuan picked out before sending them to him.

The grand ceremony ended last night, and now he has time to open Weibo and take a good look.

In one night, the number of fans soared by more than 100 million, and it is still rising wildly.

The Jiugongge posted last night has not only been reposted, commented and liked by more than 20 people, but even the Weibo posted before has gone from a dozen comments to many people one by one.

Even Song Yan was a little surprised by the speed at which the popularity rose.

After clicking on Weibo and private messages, he roughly understood the reason for the rapid increase in followers.

It's been a long time since the ugly people in domestic entertainment...

On the contrary, he was not surprised when he saw a comment calling him a vase, and he didn't delete this crazy hot comment.

Opening An Yuan's WeChat, Song Yan frowned slightly, and replied: "Advertisements and endorsements can be picked up, but the book is not required. I will not accept plays during the Morning Star Project."

After sending it over, he thought for a while and added: "The variety shows are also not accepted for the time being."

Soon, An Yuan replied to him: "You are quite picky, you made it look like you were popular before!"

Song Yan didn't reply, he knew that An Yuan would not go against his idea.

He slept for a long time this time, and it was almost night.

When chatting with Zhao Chi last night, Zhao Chi quickly asked for his WeChat account, and at this time he had already sent the location of the dinner, asking him to bring the "designer" with him.

Very busy.

Song Yan thought so.

If a person becomes really popular, he really misses the time when he was not popular and was at ease.

Song Yan made a phone call, and it took a long time before the other side answered.

"elder brother?"

Song Yan responded: "Come to a dinner with me tonight, and introduce you to the designer of Orens."

The other side was shocked and speechless.

Song Yan comforted in a low voice: "It's okay, I will accompany you, don't be nervous."

In the evening, when Song Yan went downstairs, Song Zhian had already driven a car and was waiting for him downstairs.

Song Yan opened the passenger door and sat in. The young man next to him smiled, showing two dimples: "Brother."

Song Yan glanced at him and said, "Don't call me brother tonight, we are just ordinary friends."

Song Zhian nodded obediently, and then couldn't help saying: "...you are too careful."

Song Yan put on his seat belt: "One more thing is worse than one less thing."

Song Zhian started the car, and tentatively said, "Mom doesn't know, take me to meet people."

Song Yan: "Of course I don't know."

Song Zhian sighed: "That's right, if she knows, Dad will know, Dad doesn't like us the most..."

Song Yan didn't look at him, but said coolly, "Don't call him that in front of me."

Song Zhian immediately faltered, and shut up in a low voice: "Got it."

There was silence in the car until they arrived at the place Zhao Chi had agreed upon.

A quiet and elegant private kitchen is a membership system, and Song Yan was introduced to the door only after Zhao Chi's name was reported.

Song Zhian was very nervous, and grabbed Song Yan's cuff with his hands. Song Yan walked into the box first, and shook his younger brother's hand to express comfort.

Zhao Chi was already inside, and he stood up to welcome him: "It's finally here, welcome both of you!"

Song Yan stopped in his tracks.

There was another person sitting beside Zhao Chi, and he got up to greet him, but that person sat there without moving.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Sheng Yun.

Song Yan's first reaction was that Sheng Yun would be here, and his second reaction was that the hand holding Song Zhian's wrist was loosened.

Sheng Yun was drinking a glass of sake when he caught sight of the finger of the strange young man hiding behind Song Yan secretly grabbing Song Yan's sleeve.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the bitter wine.

The box is a table for four, which is Japanese-style, and the four people sit very close to each other.

Zhao Chi is the master and a social ox, and each introduced the other three people. He saw that the young designer was withdrawn, so he took the initiative to suggest that he toast Sheng Yun with a glass of wine.

Song Zhian glanced at Song Yan, trying to get permission from him.

Song Yan nodded.

Sheng Yun has been paying attention to the interaction between the eyes of the two people in front of him, and the more he looks at the eyes, the colder they become.

He raised his glass and touched Song Zhian perfunctorily without saying anything.

Since he was usually so carefree and arrogant, Zhao Chi didn't think there was anything wrong, and Song Zhian didn't doubt that his status was what it should be.

Only Song Yan could vaguely feel that he was not in a good mood.

Because of the love experience that existed after all in the past, Song Yan could always know when Sheng Yun was unhappy.

Although it wasn't written on his face, the air pressure around him was obvious.

But tonight's protagonist is not him, and Song Yan doesn't bother to pay attention to his emotions.

It was his own idea to introduce Song Zhian to Zhao Chi.He really thinks that his younger brother is talented in fashion design, but unfortunately his original brand has not improved.

To show his sincerity, he even drank alcohol.

He seldom drinks because his capacity for alcohol is so poor.

After drinking a few cups, Song Yan felt that his head was already a little dizzy.

Zhao Chi and Song Zhian had a good chat. Although the young designer was very shy, he had a lot to say when it came to fashion design. The two chatted like friends, and Zhao Chi decided to invite him to modify a set on the spot. In recent works, the two have a tendency to disappear overnight.

Seeing that his task was completed, Song Yan planned to withdraw first, leaving room for them.

He came out in a daze, and stood by the door of the private kitchen, and began to think about how to go back.

"come over."

A voice came from behind.

Song Yan turned around and vaguely saw Sheng Yun standing behind him with his hands in his pockets, standing against the night like a dark messenger.

"Why?" Song Yan opened his mouth and said, "Pretending to be a ghost."

Sheng Yun: "..."

He walked over, pulled out Song Yan's arm, and said mockingly, "I'm drunk after just a few drinks."

Song Yan frowned, disapproving of this sentence: "I'm not drunk."

Sheng Yun stretched out his index finger: "How much is this?"

Song Yan: "Are you joking? It's 1."

Sheng Yun shook his index finger left and right: "How much is this?"

Song Yan took a serious look: "Two."

Sheng Yun smiled unsurprisingly, and withdrew his hand: "Come with me."

Song Yan wanted to struggle, but Sheng Yun grabbed his arm with great force and pushed him into his car involuntarily.

The heating in the car was properly turned on, and there was a faint scent of fragrance. Song Yan curled up in the back seat, feeling quite comfortable.

Sheng Yun asked, "Have you moved?"

Song Yan shook his head.

Sheng Yun was silent for two seconds, and said to the driver Xiao Wang: "No. 31 Chonghua Road, Building 19, Xiangzhang Mansion."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Yun pursed her thin lips.

More than a year later, he felt humiliated that he could still give his ex's address immediately.

The driver responded and the car started.

Sheng Yun turned his head and saw Song Yan looking out of the car window with his eyes open, looking quite sober.

Sheng Yun: "You..."

As soon as he uttered a word, Song Yan suddenly turned his head to look at himself, and blocked the rest of his words.

Seeing the strange look in his eyes, Sheng Yun frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan's head was full of question marks.

Eyes full of exclamation marks.

"You..." Song Yan was terrified and asked seriously, "How do you know where my family lives???"

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No relatives after drinking