I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

The man's voice was low and hoarse, like sawtooth, rubbing slightly from the eardrum to the bottom of his heart.

I have to admit that Song Yan felt that his voice was very special when we first met him. He was filming in this industry and had heard many good voices from dubbing teachers, but he always felt that Sheng Yun's voice was the most special.

It was as if it was just a slight breath sound, and he could recognize it.

"I'm asking you... are you jealous?"

Sheng Yun was very close, as if in his ear, Song Yan tried to raise his head, but couldn't see his expression clearly, it was foggy.

The body seems to be dragged by something, down and down, falling into a deep pool that is so warm and addictive, it makes people want to be here forever.

This was a feeling he hadn't experienced for a long time. He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to grab Sheng Yun's shoulder, but it was in vain.

When I opened my eyes again, I could only see a figure that was gradually moving away, disappearing at the end of my sight.

At the end of the line of sight, suddenly a man with a sharp knife rushed out, and the shining point of the knife went straight to Sheng Yun's neck.

"careful!"

Song Yan's pupils trembled, and he felt numb from his back to his heels. The words rushed out hoarsely from his tight throat, and then he took a deep breath, and all the scenes came to an abrupt end.

The room was dark and extremely quiet, but there was a trace of white light shining through the blackout curtains, proving that it was actually not too early.

Song Yan sat on the bed, the quilt had already been kicked by himself and he didn't know where it went.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my body.

But Song Yan was very clear that it was cold sweat, because he was even feeling chills because he was overly frightened by the nightmare.

He covered his face with his hands and shook his head vigorously.

Last night I tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep, it was all because of the "jealous" that Sheng Yun said.

Although Sheng Yun didn't have to wait for his answer, he just pretended that he didn't ask this question, and asked An Yuan as usual before leaving.

But he still...

Insomnia!

Not only did she suffer from insomnia, she even dreamed of Sheng Yun in her dreams, and because something happened to him in the dream, she broke into a cold sweat from fright.

Song Yan recovered his breathing for a long time, took the phone, and opened Baidu.

"dream……"

He paused, thought for a while, and continued typing:

"What does it mean to dream of a friend being killed..."

Three minutes later, Song Yan browsed more than a dozen web pages, and found a dream-interpretation answer that seemed to be the most formal and reliable.

"I dreamed that my friend was killed, which means that your relationship has not been good recently, and there has been a lot of friction..."

Song Yan finished reading silently and began to think.

What friction happened?

How polite and respectful I was during this time, I didn't say a single serious word to him, and even the address was an honorific.

Read on, see below:

"Or it means that your friendship is about to be in crisis, maybe he has something against you in his heart and you don't realize it..."

Song Yan: "..."

I have a grudge...

After reading it, Song Yan drooped his eyelids.

Originally, I wanted to turn off my mobile phone and forget it, but then I saw the next article about the dream interpretation.

"What does it mean to dream that your boyfriend is killed?"

Song Yan's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Reason told him there was no need to look down.

But his eyes are not listening.

Then he saw what was written next:

"This means that you love your boyfriend very deeply in your heart, and you are very afraid of losing him, but recently he seems to be neglecting you, so you dare not tell him your true thoughts. It is recommended to communicate more and solve the problem..."

Song Yan silently turned off the phone.

Feudal superstition is not advisable, and Baidu's dream interpretation is not reliable!

Press the remote control, the smart curtains are slowly opened, and the darkness in the room is swept away.

It has been raining and snowing for a long time, and now the weather is a little clearer.

It was already 08:30 in the morning, he didn't fall asleep until very late last night, and woke up later in the morning, because he didn't have a job, so An Yuan didn't come to call him.

Instead of going to the restaurant, he went to find something to eat in the refrigerator.

The refrigerator in the room has a large capacity. Since Song Yan didn't buy anything to put in it, it looks empty at first glance.

But it’s not all there, the hotel thoughtfully put fresh fruit milk and some cakes in it.

Song Yan saw a lavender blueberry cake and reached out to take it out.

The mousse is cold, and it is a bit freezing to eat in winter.

The taste of blueberries is very positive, sweet and sour.

Song Yan recalled a time last year when he went on a business trip for two days and took an early morning flight home. He was so sleepy and exhausted that he fell asleep.

The first time Sheng Yun saw him, he wondered why he came back so early, because he said before he left that he would live outside for three days.

"Come back early, aren't you happy?"

Song Yan narrowed his eyes sleepily, complaining a bit.

Sheng Yun coaxed him in a low voice: "Of course not."

Song Yan didn't remember what happened later, because he fell asleep after that.

When I woke up again, it was already mid-afternoon.

It is said that if you sleep until after four o'clock in the afternoon and then wake up, you will feel a sense of loss, as if the whole world has abandoned you.

Song Yan used to feel that way too, but since he was with Sheng Yun, he didn't feel that way anymore.

Because whenever he wakes up, Sheng Yun is always by his side.

But not this time.

It's just that without Sheng Yun alone, Song Yan felt that the family was empty.

At that time, Sheng Yun's personality was still an ordinary laborer. After being together, he was not in a hurry to find a job, and took a temporary break with the tens of thousands of savings he had earned before. They agreed to reserve three months to adjust and rest.

During this period, Sheng Yun not only paid the rent, but also paid all the water, electricity and living expenses. Song Yan wanted to share his share, but he refused.

"It's not that I don't have money." Song Yan said seriously, "You haven't found a job yet, so you have to save yourself."

Sheng Yun vaguely said every time: "It's easy for me to find a job, and you don't need to worry about it."

Song Yan seriously thought about their future, so he half-joked: "Otherwise you should make your debut too, your face is enough."

It was precisely because Sheng Yun had been resting and was always at home watching over him, it was strange that he didn't see Sheng Yun when he woke up.

Sheng Yun didn't rush back until after six o'clock.

Hearing the sound of the key opening the door, Song Yan rushed to the door and stared at Sheng Yun displeasedly.

But before he got angry, his eyes were attracted by a piece of blueberry cake that Sheng Yun handed to him.

Song Yan no longer remembers how Sheng Yun explained why he was not at home in the afternoon. It was nothing more than many reasons that seemed reasonable but were always untenable after careful study. I couldn't remember the specifics.

But he still vaguely remembered the taste of that blueberry cake.

I also remember that the grudge seems to have started from then.

He lowered his head, and there was still a bit of cream left on the small fork in his hand. He felt full after only a few bites of the cake.

The breakfast was hastily settled, and Song Yan sat on the sofa in a daze.

Is it a coincidence?

Besides Sheng Yun, who would know that he likes to eat blueberry cake.

He suddenly remembered the phrase "Are you jealous just now" that Sheng Yun said last night, and covered his face impatiently.

Are you really jealous?

It's dying.

The doorbell rang, followed by An Yuan's greeting from outside the door: "Are you awake?"

Song Yan stood up and went to open the door, thankful for the first time that An Yuan always came to remind him to have breakfast.

After all, he is afraid that if he delays for a while, he will be convinced that he is really jealous.

"Yo, wake up so early." An Yuan was a little surprised to see that he opened the door very quickly, and he looked like he had finished washing, as if he had just gotten out of bed. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

Song Yan let her in and asked, "What did Boss Sheng ask you last night?"

"I asked about the identities of those two people, and the company's accounts related to you." An Yuan said, "And asked me to tell them that I must come to see him tonight."

Song Yan continued to nest on the sofa, thinking with a plush doll in his arms.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that he would show up in person..." An Yuan sat opposite him, and gradually became embarrassed, speaking hesitantly, "Just..."

Song Yan raised his eyelids: "What's wrong?"

An Yuan pursed her lips. She didn't have any makeup on today, her lips were pale, and she looked haggard.

She sat up straight and said seriously, "I didn't sleep all night last night."

Song Yan looked at her with doubts in his eyes.

An Yuan hesitated and said: "President Sheng finished talking to me last night, and I thought about it alone for a long time. To be honest, I don't think it's very reliable for you to go to him to withdraw the film salary. I didn't expect that he even directly planned to help You come forward to negotiate with the company..."

She leaned forward, frowning tightly: "what did you tell him?"

Song Yan didn't understand, so he said truthfully: "Just tell me the situation is normal."

An Yuan hesitated, "Did you ask him to come forward?"

Song Yan shook his head: "No, I'm only talking about the salary, he said..."

As Song Yan talked, he felt that An Yuan's expression became more and more strange, so he asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

An Yuan looked at her with tears in her eyes: "I just think...you must not do anything stupid for me."

Song Yan: "?"

She was so excited that she raised her voice: "I said before that I want you to get in touch with Mr. Sheng more, but that's because I heard that he is a very upright person, so I said that. If he is planning something wrong now, don't do it for me any sacrifice..."

Song Yan: "?"

An Yuan was sobbing: "You child is too stupid, my greatest wish is that your beauty and ability can be seen and recognized by others, instead of doing such stupid things for me now..."

Song Yan finally came to his senses, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "No, you..."

An Yuan stood up with a strong face, "I have already made up my mind, I will resign from the company today, and I will directly quit the circle and change careers..."

Song Yan was so speechless that she stood up and said loudly, "Be quiet!"

An Yuan was already immersed in her sad farewell to Song Yan, and was suddenly startled by the sound, with tears on her face, looking at him dully.

Song Yan didn't know what to say, so he sighed and said, "Why don't you become a screenwriter with your brain?"

An Yuan flattened her mouth and cried, "What do you mean?"

Song Yan said speechlessly: "You didn't think so much at all, nothing happened."

An wished to digest it by herself, Song Yan didn't bother to explain further.

"Oh..." An Yuan calmed down slowly, and sat down, "So... Boss Sheng is just a simple person, okay?"

She found it unbelievable: "This person is too good to do this!"

Song Yan said vaguely: "He is very concerned about the "Morning Star Project" project. I am the lead actor. It is normal for him to want to clear up my worries."

This reason relatively convinced An Yuan, and she immediately felt much better.

"That's right." She praised Sheng Yun from the bottom of her heart, "Boss Sheng takes his work too seriously, a role model for us."

Song Yan took a sip of hot water, swallowed it slowly, and did not answer.

Maybe it's not just because he takes his work seriously.

He didn't want to think deeply about Sheng Yun's many behaviors or make more interpretations, but he didn't expect to find out that he was just being sentimental in the end.

An Yuan thought about it for a while, and then said: "Think about it, too, according to what most people say, Mr. Sheng will not..."

Knowing that she had made an own mistake, she touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, and whispered, "I wouldn't do that kind of thing either."

She patronizes the embarrassment, but Song Yan's focus is not on this, but can't help but ask: "He passed it... What did you pass it on?"

An Yuan whispered gossip: "Say he's asexual! That's the kind of person who has no interest in others."

"……Oh."

Song Yan responded casually.

How could there be such rumors?

"Of course, there is another way of saying it."

Song Yan took a sip of water and said vaguely, "Huh?"

"Say he has a white moonlight that he can't love."

Song Yan choked suddenly: "...Huh?"

"You don't think it's reliable, do you?" An Yuan smiled, "With his appearance, family background and status, even if he can't fall in love, he won't be able to keep his body like a jade. Human nature is the same."

Song Yan: "...Oh."

"But it's also strange. It seems that I haven't heard of his love life. Maybe it's because he's still young and doesn't think about it?"

Song Yan didn't say a word, just lost in thought.

He couldn't deny that he had also thought about whether Sheng Yun fell in love with someone else during some late-night emo.

I subconsciously hoped that he didn't, but felt that it was unnecessary and impossible.

Now I heard from others that he has indeed never had a lover in this year, and he feels like a thorn in his heart has been pulled out temporarily.

No more pain, but faint discomfort.

Can't tell what it feels like.

An Yuan learned that her worries all night were unnecessary, and her mood immediately improved a lot, and she looked forward to the night very much.

I even confirmed the time and location with the two people in the company an hour in advance, and emphasized that I should not be late.

Listening to the tone, the waist straightened a lot.

Sheng Yun set the place in a member-only private kitchen, which is extremely private, and there is a long and quiet path for going in and out, and the guests in each box will not bump into each other.

When An Yuan and Song Yan arrived, the two senior executives of the brokerage company had also arrived.

Unlike yesterday, the two middle-aged men seemed a lot more timid today, and their tone of voice to Song Yan was not so harsh.

Seeing Song Yan coming in, the two stood up subconsciously, glanced behind him secretly, and were relieved to see no one coming together.

"Sheng...President Sheng...hasn't arrived yet?"

Song Yanai ignored the answer and sat down on the small sofa in the box.

An Yuan put on exquisite makeup and raised her eyebrows: "Why, do you still want to remind Mr. Sheng?"

"No no no..."

The two denied it again and again.

An Yuan obviously enjoys this feeling of pretending to be a tiger, and she can't wait to vent all the grievances she has suffered for so many years.

Within a few minutes, Sheng Yuncao walked in with strides.

The two middle-aged men hurriedly got up and said respectfully, "...Hello, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yun only looked up at them, didn't say much, unbuttoned his suit, sat on the main seat, and said casually: "Let's all sit down."

Song Yan walked over from the small sofa, and when he wanted to find a place to sit, he saw Sheng Yun lightly buckle it with his index finger on the seat on his right.

Song Yan was startled, that was the position of the guest of honor.

He only paused for a moment, then walked over from Shan Ruliu and sat down.

When the two company executives saw this posture, they immediately panicked.

When they heard that they were going to have an interview last night, they originally had a glimmer of hope that they could talk to Sheng Yun. After all, Song Yan was just the lead actor of a project, and he had no friendship with Sheng Yun, so he had no reason to support Song Yan.

As long as he fights for it, maybe he can get Sheng Yun's support.

Everyone sat down, Sheng Yun cut to the chase: "I heard from Mr. Song that you want him to pay 300 million liquidated damages?"

The two high-level executives were heartbroken, wishing they could just say no, but after all, with the interests of the company on their backs, they still wanted to fight for it: "...Yes... Indeed, it is written in the contract that liquidated damages..."

"I've read all your overlord clauses," Sheng Yun interrupted them, "It's all invalid."

The two senior executives shook suddenly.

Sheng Yun hooked the corner of his mouth: "I said so."

Song Yan watched from the side, smacking his lips silently.

Good guy, they are overlords, and you are even more overlord than them.

To be honest, in this kind of business game, it is undoubtedly whoever has the thicker wrist has the final say. Xingxiang Group can even use 3000 million to pay Song Yan's termination liquidated damages, but there is always a way to get this money back later. return.

In the entertainment industry, going against capital giants like Xingxiang Group will not gain anything.

The executives of the two companies knew clearly, and immediately performed Sichuan opera to change their faces: "Look at what you said, you have misunderstood us. The reason why the company wants to change Mr. Song's manager is because he is managed as an important artist of the company. Unexpectedly, it caused a misunderstanding between Mr. Song and Ms. An..."

An Yuan snorted coldly, her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

The two company leaders are somewhat powerful at any rate, and can have the final say in the company. This is the first time they have suffered such a big loss, and they are rolled eyes by An Yuan, who is usually suppressed.

Both of them wanted to have a fit, but when they saw Sheng Yun sitting there laxly, with a coercion of controlling the field, they all shrank their heads again.

Sheng Yun didn't say anything, but took out a stack of documents from the briefcase that the secretary sent in and put aside, and threw it on the round table with a "snap".

The information slid far along the smooth glass table to the front of the two leaders.

"In this, besides the evidence that Mr. Song was deducted by the company, there are other evidences of unfair management, illegal resource replacement, and financial chaos." Sheng Yun said lightly, "Fill these accounts quickly, otherwise I'm sorry for the results that my secretariat worked overtime last night."

The two leaders just flipped through it casually, and immediately felt terrified and sweated.

They knew how thick the wrists of the capital giants were, but they never imagined that they would be able to thoroughly understand their small but sizable brokerage company in just one night.

"That's right." Sheng Yun suddenly ordered, "Send it in."

Two waiters brought two bottles of high-quality wine and placed them in front of the two leaders.

The two were trembling: "This is..."

Song Yan didn't understand at first, but when he turned his head and saw An Yuan's red eyes, he immediately realized it.

That is, half a year ago, Song Yan was teased and forced to drink by these two leaders in a company's drinking bureau. He really couldn't drink any more. During the stalemate, An Yuan rushed forward and drank all the wine for him.

Anyuan was allergic to alcohol, and after drinking it, a rash developed all over her body, and it took three days for it to disappear.

Song Yan lowered his head, his nose a little sore.

Were these things also asked by Sheng Yun last night?

The battle didn't start at all, and the two leaders were completely defeated. After drinking two bottles of strong wine, they were almost unable to stand still.

Sheng Yun ordered people to throw out the two people who had drunk to the point of collapse, and cleaned up all the materials on the table before the waiter delivered a thick menu.

Song Yan looked at the menu book that was handed in front of him, and looked up at Sheng Yun: "?"

Sheng Yun: "Order."

Oh yes, this is the place to eat.

Song Yan opened the menu book and pursed his lips.

Ganqing Shengyun didn't intend to have a meal with those two people.

Sheng Yun's all-round attack also put his heart into it.

Song Yan raised his head and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Sheng Yun flicked through the menu for a moment.

The two sat together, but the distance was not too close, but Song Yan seemed to feel the familiar body temperature of Sheng Yun at this moment.

"It's okay." Sheng Yun continued to turn over the menu, and said in a low voice, "You can rest assured in the future."

Song Yan lowered his head, the soreness at the tip of his nose lingering.

He stood up, suddenly a little at a loss: "I... I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Yan ran away, leaving An Yuan sitting where he was and couldn't help wiping away tears.

There were only two people left in the box, Sheng Yun raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Was he so thin before?"

An Yuan froze for a moment, then shook her head.

"I used to be quite thin, but not as thin as now. Last year...something happened to him, and he lost more than a dozen catties, but he didn't gain it back." An Yuan felt distressed when talking about that time, and couldn't help bringing a little Tempered, "Hey, it's okay."

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and Sheng Yun suddenly said, "Because of your ex-boyfriend?"

An Yuan was about to hold a water glass, but when she heard this, her hands shook and the glass almost fell over.

"You... how do you know?" An Yuan's pupils trembled, "Did he tell you?"

Sheng Yun paused, then nodded: "Yes."

An Yuan was a little unbelievable: "He actually told you this? He never mentioned it to anyone."

Sheng Yun prevaricated: "After all, we are friends. We talked about a relationship for more than three months a year ago, right? What's so strange?"

What he said was full of routines, but An Yuan was completely caught up in it. Seeing that even the time and duration were correct, he immediately had no doubts about him.

Seeing that she was so innocent and easy to deceive, Sheng Yun suddenly had an idea, looked sideways at the closed door of the box, and asked in a low voice:

"Why did they break up?"

After speaking, he bent his index finger on the menu, and the paper was torn a small hole.

An Yuan sighed, dissatisfied: "What else could be the reason? It must be the ex-boyfriend's problem, a scumbag who made Song Yan of our family sad for so long after the breakup."

Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Who is the scumbag?

"He..." Sheng Yun always felt that something was wrong, and these answers were different from what he had imagined before, "Have you been sad for a long time?"

An Yuan nodded vigorously: "That child, you are too sincere. If you like someone, you should like someone seriously. After being hurt, it feels like giving up. I haven't mentioned anything about feelings this year."

Sheng Yun suddenly fell silent.

An Yuan always thought that Song Yan's relationship experience was her own secret, but now that Sheng Yun knows it, it's like having an extra comrade in arms, so she immediately opened up the conversation:

"At the time when he broke up and was depressed for more than three months, I was so mad that I wished I could beat up that big scumbag."

An Yuan was very angry: "Although I haven't seen him, I can already imagine that he has a face that is so deceptive but deserves a beating!"

Sheng Yun pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly: "That's it."

Due to Sheng Yun's operation tonight, An Yuan's affection for him was full, and his mentality was also very close. He even subconsciously regarded him as one of his own, and couldn't help gossiping:

"There is another reason. Although I guessed it, I think it's pretty close..."

Sheng Yun said "Hmm" in a neutral manner, wanting to see what tricks she could come up with.

"I think his ex-boyfriend..."

An Yuan lowered her voice, and revealed a shocking secret, "Not in that respect."

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