I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Although everything was ready, the progress was much slower than Song Yan imagined.

Because it adopts the mode of filming and broadcasting, it tells a story of brain-hole reasoning, the rhythm is fast and the plot is dense, and the requirements for actors to enter the role as soon as possible are particularly high.

Before the official shooting, a week was left for trial shooting.

Song Yan already knows this book by heart, not only the control of the logic of the whole story, his own lines, the context of the character design, etc., but also the parts of other characters.

The reasoning skit in the Blizzard Villa mode is his favorite book.

At the beginning, he still insisted on trying to audition even though he felt that he would be targeted, because he liked the script.

So for this week's test shoot, Song Yan is very confident, but unfortunately the co-actors don't think so.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with my interpretation." Ding Yiming signaled the sound engineer to raise the microphone farther away, suppressing the urge to get angry and said coldly to Zhou Chun, "In this plot, since I have prejudice against you at this time, then I certainly won't believe your judgment."

Zhou Chun stood in front of him, a little at a loss: "But your character design shouldn't interrupt me directly, and the script also..."

Song Yan sat in the rest shed on the edge of the set, watching the second male lead and the female lead arguing from afar.

Lu Jin came to the set early in the morning to check the situation on the set, and she was disheveled. Seeing that the lead actors were arguing, she rushed to mediate, but unfortunately the effect was not obvious.

An Yuan took care of Song Yan with the team this time, as if she was a mother, and at this time handed the water glass to Song Yan: "Don't watch the fun, have a drink."

Song Yan took it and opened the lid of the thermos cup: "Huh? There is no longan."

An Yuan was speechless: "My ancestors, didn't they say they wanted goji berries last time, and longan this time."

"Now it's longan and wolfberry, you're missing longan." Song Yan took two mouthfuls of hot water, his eyes still looking in the direction of the people on the set, and he boasted calmly, "But this is not bad, Sister An's method of soaking wolfberry is really superb , If I join the group myself, I won’t be treated so well.”

An Yuan: "..."

This flamboyant rainbow fart made her feel very hot.

She sat down beside Song Yan and said, "By the way, the company said today that your salary will not be transferred to your account until later, and the finance side is a bit busy."

Song Yan raised his eyes when he heard the words: "Too busy?"

An Yuan didn't quite believe this statement: "I would also like to ask them what they are so busy with, how can they get credited? All the artists in the company are busy at home."

She added: "Except for you."

Song Yan took another sip of hot water: "At most, I'll give them another week to settle their accounts."

An Yuan nodded: "I think so too."

The quarrel between several people on the set became louder and louder, and many other staff members also joined in the mediation. Song Yan was holding a thermos, and was stupefied in such a noisy scene.

He thought of last night.

But the first picture that came to mind was not how Sheng Yun accepted the cufflink, nor was it that he whispered that he would not have to pay for canned cats anymore.

It was the faint outline of his collarbone under his loosened neckline.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Song Yan still couldn't escape was that the frigidity he boasted for many years had been planted on this man in the first place.

What makes him feel sad is...it still hasn't changed.

Too useless.

Presumably Sheng Yun had already guessed why he gave him cufflinks, but he still didn't expose it. He just changed the saying so that he didn't have to spend another 3000 yuan to pay for the canned food.

An ex, an ex who was kicked by him, can do this, Song Yan feels that it is necessary to build a memorial archway for him in his heart.

Song Yan rested his chin on the lid of the thermos cup, his lips were drawn into a line, and the broken hair on his forehead rested on his brow bone, looking a little lonely.

At this time, he felt that it was meaningless to give away the 3000 yuan cufflinks he bought from Taobao. Which item on Sheng Yun's body did not start at five figures.

If I had known earlier, I would have spent two hours shopping on Taobao to choose this style of cuffs.

Sheng Yun wouldn't wear it anyway.

What a waste of precious life!

The dispute on the set finally came to an end temporarily under Lu Jin's patient mediation.

In order to adjust the atmosphere of the scene, Lu Jin decided to advance Song Yan's afternoon scene to the morning.

Song Yan's rivalry with Zhou Chun went well. This is the first time he and Zhou Chun have worked together, but he can feel the girl's very strong emotional explosiveness and unique understanding of the role.

Perhaps it was because the next test shoot in the morning went smoothly, and Song Yan got along with her very accommodatingly. In the afternoon, when Zhou Chun faced Ding Yiming again, he couldn't get used to it at all.

This time the conflict could not be resolved by Lu Jin's words, and it ended with Ding Yiming leaving in a huff.

Song Yan was reading the script in the rest shed, and didn't notice that Ding Yiming left the shooting scene, while Zhou Chun returned to his car with tears in his eyes.

An Yuan was dumbfounded watching from the side, and pulled out the script that Song Yan was holding: "Little ancestor, don't read, something happened!"

Song Yan took the script back patiently: "What can happen."

An Yuan: "Ding Yiming left immediately!!"

Song Yan gave a soft "hmm": "He didn't want to shoot."

"Everyone is gone, isn't this just tearing up..." An Yuan just reacted, and was stunned, "Don't want to shoot?"

Song Yan raised his head, closed the script, and rubbed his eyes.

Didn't sleep at noon, a little sleepy.

"For his filming, the director needs to cooperate with him in all aspects in the post-production stage of lighting and photography, so as to help him shoot one by one without showing timidity. He realizes that it is impossible in this crew, and he is even more afraid that there will be no post-production version, so he wants to resign." Song Yan said slowly. Tun said, "But he is also worried that his resignation will affect his reputation, and he is even more afraid that his acting skills will depend on the later stage, so he wants to find a fault and let the crew quit him, or..."

He paused, not quite sure: "Let the blame go to Zhou Chun? Otherwise, why are you talking to her forever?"

An Yuan nodded, and thought for a while: "Speaking of which, he has a very good relationship with Mr. Sheng. How could he be in such an embarrassing situation?"

Song Yan twitched the corner of his mouth: "I don't think Sheng Yun has a good relationship with him."

An Yuan: "Sheng... no, why are you still calling people by their names?"

She half-seriously and half-pleadingly said: "You can't mistake the two of you just because he's about the same age as you! He's a nice person, don't be prejudiced, I think he's really rare... that's the kind ..."

"..." Song Yan lowered her eyelids, and stopped her rainbow fart, "Okay, don't say any more."

An Yuan turned the topic to the real thing: "By the way, I also heard that another big investor is here today, maybe it's because of Ding Yiming."

Song Yan checked the time, collected his things, and planned to go to dinner.

An Yuan helped him pack his things, and asked tentatively, "Then what are you going to do?"

Song Yan glanced at her and patted her on the shoulder: "What are we worrying about?"

He picked up the thermos and walked out of the rest shed: "This is what Sheng Yun...Mr. Sheng must care about."

Due to special circumstances, Lu Jin directly announced that work would be over for the day.

Anyone can see that he is very irritable.

According to Song Yan's guess, the reason why Lu Jin was so polite to Ding Yiming was definitely not because he was afraid of Ding Yiming's traffic or background, it was not in line with his character and identity.

It should be that he is also afraid of leaving a handle.

He didn't want to be bought by Ding Yiming in the future to say that he was too vicious and personally attacked the actor, causing the actor to resign.

Song Yan left the set, boarded the exclusive shuttle bus, and headed for the hotel.

The hotel was not far from the studio, and he slept all the way during the half-hour drive, and when he arrived at the hotel, he still felt that he hadn't had enough sleep.

The weather was quite cold recently, so he got out of the car, put on his down jacket and hat, and wrapped him up tightly.

"I'm not going to eat dinner anymore, I'll go back to bed first." Song Yan's eyes were sleepy, and he couldn't open his eyes a little, he said to An Yuan, "Go and eat first."

An Yuan has some opinions, but knows he can't hold him back: "You must come down to eat at seven o'clock at the latest!"

Song Yan nodded, An Yuan didn't really want to eat in the hotel restaurant, so she made an appointment with Zhou Chun's manager who had just met in the past two days, and turned around to go to a nearby hot pot restaurant.

Song Yan walked into the hotel lobby alone.

After bypassing the huge and gorgeous spiral staircase, the elevator area is behind.

As soon as he turned into the elevator area, Song Yan saw the people waiting for the elevator split into two sides.

On one side are the staff of the crew carrying the equipment and a few group performers chatting together, and on the other side are a few people in suits and ties, surrounding the two big guys.

Song Yan looked over and noticed the familiar back of one of the two people in the center, so he knew why the people on the other side consciously distanced themselves from them.

There was only one person standing beside Sheng Yun whom Song Yan had met before, and that was the secretary who received him when he first went to the president's office to find him, and the others were very unfamiliar.

It looked like someone brought by another middle-aged man.

Thinking of what An Yuan said just now, Song Yan guessed that this was probably another "big investor".

From a distance, An Yuan saw Sheng Yun's sharp-edged side face with a cold expression. This man never hides his emotions, and his dissatisfaction is written all over his face.

It can be seen that their conversation is probably not very pleasant.

Song Yan didn't deliberately avoid them like the others. Seeing that the elevator next to them was the closest to the first floor, he stood directly behind them on the left.

When the elevator came to the first floor, two subordinates stretched out their hands to block the elevator door. Sheng Yun was not humble, and walked in directly. The middle-aged boss next to him looked hard to distinguish, and walked in behind.

Song Yan watched from the sidelines, just in time to meet Sheng Yun and turned around to meet his gaze.

Song Yan: "..."

Being caught peeping, Song Yan hurriedly looked away, pretending not to see him.

Others did not dare to take the elevator with the bosses, and the subordinates naturally felt that they would not come up, and Secretary Lin directly pressed the close button.

The elevator door was about to close, Sheng Yun suddenly stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed the back of his hand against the elevator door. Secretary Lin next to him thought he had missed someone and didn't get in the elevator, so he quickly reached out to block it, and looked at Sheng Yun cautiously and surprised .

Sheng Yun looked at Song Yan who was a few steps outside the elevator door indifferently: "Going to the restaurant? Come in."

Song Yan was taken aback, and glanced at the middle-aged boss with a dark face beside him and a few subordinates who didn't dare to show their pride.

The atmosphere in this elevator has dropped to freezing point, why did Sheng Yun invite himself in to experience the arctic temperature?

"...No, no need." Song Yan shook his head, "Thank you."

Sheng Yun was obviously in a bad mood, and frowned impatiently when he heard the words, and glanced at Zhang Dong beside him who was full of depression from the corner of his eye.

It was this old man who had been speaking for Ding Yiming, and even secretly pressured him to be unfavorable to Song Yan.

Sheng Yun subconsciously felt that Song Yan was afraid of Zhang Dong, so he said coldly: "Just come in, what are you afraid of."

Song Yan: "..."

Does he act like he's scared now?

This is also understood at the enterprise level.

"I want to go back to my room. It's on the 24th floor." Song Yan touched the tip of his nose and could only answer truthfully, "Your elevator stops on a single floor..."

He pointed to the double-decker elevator next to him: "I'm waiting for this one."

The author has something to say:

The first time Mr. Sheng tried to engage in privileges, he suffered from Waterloo