I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan stood in front of the washstand in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.

The bright light from the headlight of the mirror shone on the mirror, making his face look a little too pale.

But even so, he could still see the faint redness in the corners of his eyes.

...It's too useless.

Is just a word of "rest assured" enough to draw out his weak emotions?

Song Yan often feels that the Sheng Yun in his eyes is different from the Sheng Yun in the eyes of others.

In his memory, Sheng Yun is still the boyfriend next door who would go shopping with him in the supermarket in front of the neighborhood in loose sportswear. At most, he has a slightly handsome face and a slightly better figure. He is still an ordinary person in essence. .

But now, especially when seeing him get along with other people, Song Yan can clearly feel the difference in Sheng Yun.

In other words, now is his real appearance, but I have never seen it before.

All the insoluble difficulties and gaps he faced that he could not overcome, he only needed to hook his fingers to solve them.

Song Yan lowered his head and smiled half-mockingly.

At the beginning, he had no confidence in his acting career, and his "boyfriend"'s career did not improve. He was also seriously worried about the future livelihood of the two of them so much that he couldn't sleep. Now that he thinks about it, he is really self-indulgent.

No wonder at that time Sheng Yun always looked at ease and was not worried at all.

After tidying up his emotions, Song Yan confirmed that he looked fine before returning to the box.

Returning to his seat, he vaguely felt that An Yuan's expression was a bit strange, and cast a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

An Yuan quickly changed the subject: "I'm back, let's order."

It was only after she finished talking about the "secret" that she realized what kind of status Sheng Yun was, and she was not familiar with him, so saying something like "No" directly was really out of ladylike etiquette.

But I said everything, and I couldn't take it back. Fortunately, although Sheng Yun had a weird face, she didn't continue the conversation, so she quickly kept silent.

Song Yan didn't know why, so he simply ordered two of his favorite foods.

After he ordered, he noticed Sheng Yun.

Different from his expression before he went out, Sheng Yun seemed to be not very interested now. After ordering the dishes without saying a word, he pushed the menu and the orderer aside.

Not long after, a waiter came in, because Song Yan was sitting in the guest of honor, so he asked him first:

"Is there any taboo?"

Song Yan said, "I don't eat spicy food."

The waiter looked at An Yuan, she shook her head to indicate no.

Seeing that Sheng Yun didn't speak, the waiter wrote down the non-spicy ingredients, and asked softly, "Can green onion, ginger and coriander be used? Many customers will ignore this point, so let's ask more."

Song Yan subconsciously said: "No coriander."

The waiter nodded: "OK."

After asking about the taboos, the waiter walked out of the box and ordered the dishes to be served.

An Yuan blinked, tilted her head and asked in a low voice, "When did you stop eating coriander?"

Song Yan: "..."

I don't know why, but now he especially hopes that An Yuan can become dumb, or quickly serve food to stop her mouth.

Song Yan twitched the corners of his mouth dryly: "...Recently."

An Yuan blinked again, EQ finally revived again, seeing that Song Yan didn't really want to answer this question, so he took advantage of the situation to fool him: "...ah yes, I forgot."

Song Yan remained silent, while lowering his head and fiddling with the tableware in front of him in an attempt to ease the embarrassment, he secretly glanced at Sheng Yun.

Sheng Yun's eyes were lowered, and his slender fingers were gently rubbing the edge of the snow-white porcelain plate, and his expression did not fluctuate in any way.

Song Yan turned his gaze back somewhat unnaturally.

Not eating coriander is Sheng Yun's taste.

But this is not what Sheng Yun said clearly. They once went out to eat together, but he never directly said that he would not eat, so it is probably not to the extent of taboo.

However, during the meal, Song Yan noticed that he would pick off the coriander bits, probably because he didn't like it very much.

So when the waiter asked if there were any taboos, although he couldn't think of coriander, when he directly asked if he wanted it, his instinctive reaction was no.

For more than a year, Song Yan spent several months manually clearing many of his memories. He thought that he no longer remembered these very subtle habits of Sheng Yun.

But some things are inexplicably evoked at such inadvertent moments.

This subtle embarrassment lingered in Song Yan's mind for several minutes before it slowly dissipated. He could only hope that Sheng Yun didn't notice this little episode.

The dishes came out gradually, because the three people ordered each, so the tastes were not the same.

An Yuan likes to eat strong food, so he ordered Dongpo pork and mandarin fish with scallions, while Song Yan followed his own taste, ordering plum spareribs and sweet-scented osmanthus horseshoe soup.

The remaining dish can only be ordered by Sheng Yun, stir-fried lettuce.

The dishes were all served, An Yuan was full of praise for the taste of the dishes, Song Yan also thought it was very tasty, but Sheng Yun didn't eat much, he only ate a spare rib and half a bowl of soup and didn't move his chopsticks much.

"Let's eat some vegetables." Sheng Yun put down his chopsticks, turned the plate around, and transferred the plate of green "bamboo shoots" to An Yuan and Song Yan, "It tastes good."

Song Yan paused, and Qianqian took a piece.

Since when did Sheng Yun love to eat lettuce?

Doesn't he dislike root vegetables?

As Song Yan thought about it, he suddenly felt that his thinking about it was too common.

People change, and he is just an ex of Sheng Yun's in the past. I really think I know his taste very well.

After eating, the three got up and left.

"I'm going back to Nanzhou tonight." Sheng Yun walked ahead and said suddenly, "I won't take you back to the hotel."

Song Yan walked behind, and heard that his pace slowed down a beat: "Tonight...back to Nanzhou?"

"Yeah." Sheng Yun didn't turn his head or look at him, but said calmly, "There is nothing I need to deal with for the time being, so of course I should go back."

Song Yan walked with his head down, silent for a while.

Outside the door, Sheng Yun's car was already parked waiting for him.

Song Yan felt a little flustered in his heart, raised his head, and before he could speak, he saw Sheng Yun had already gotten into the car, the automatic door was slowly closing, and he only had time to see his indifferent profile.

Song Yan's thin lips were drawn into a line, and he stood there, silently watching the car door close completely, the Rolls-Royce started, drove away, and disappeared into the night.

An Yuan walked up to him, stretched out her hand and shook in front of him: "What are you looking at?"

Song Yan looked away.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Why didn't he say goodbye to us just now?"

The film crew sent Song Yan an assistant and a caravan. An Yuan was in contact with them and drove over to pick them up. Hearing this, he was startled and doubted his ears, so he asked again:

"What did you say?"

Song Yan pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

An Yuan recalled what she had just heard, and repeated: "You just said why President Sheng didn't say goodbye to us?"

Song Yan: "...Why did you ask after hearing that?"

An Yuan seemed to have heard something strange: "No, I just can't believe you would ask that. What are you thinking, you think this is the end of a class reunion? You also specifically said goodbye to our friends."

"..." Song Yan was a little unconvinced, "But he returned to Nanzhou tonight."

An Yuan: "So?"

Song Yan suddenly fell silent?

yeah, so what?

He didn't look directly at An Yuan, and was silent for a long while before sighing softly:

"never mind."

What's the point of tangling these.

An Yuan didn't wonder why he thought so, but said casually: "That's right, Mr. Sheng is not in this industry. How many investors have personally participated in the production of the project? He just came to town for a place, and now he's going back to deal with the company's affairs It's normal."

"Ah."

Song Yan responded perfunctorily, not feeling very energetic.

Want to go back to sleep early.

When the car came, Song Yan got into the car sullenly, nestled in the car seat and lowered his eyelids.

What are you thinking?

Song Yan felt that he was getting more and more confused about himself.

An Yuan watched Weibo from the sidelines to check if there was any recent news in the circle.

"Ding Yiming's resignation has become less popular?" An Yuan said suddenly, "I don't know what to hold back."

Song Yan turned his head sideways: "What do you mean?"

An Yuan put down her phone and thought about it carefully: "I see, this idiot is still waiting."

Song Yan: "Waiting for what?"

An Yuan glanced at the calendar and snapped his fingers: "That's right, because it's almost the Spring Festival, and it's impossible for public opinion to focus on him at this time, so he has to wait."

"When the new year is over, the official filming progress of "Morning Star Project" will also start, and the broadcast will not be far away. Ding Yiming will use this event to build momentum." An Yuan sneered, "He will not Allowing a hot thing to be pushed down naturally during the Spring Festival for no apparent reason."

"Ah, no wonder Mr. Sheng went back right now. It seems that he also intends to stay put and wait. Instead, he will hit the trick with one blow."

Song Yan was not interested, and looked out the window again.

New Year approached.

During the Chinese New Year, of course, everyone's thoughts will not be on the melons of the entertainment industry. Even if something happens, it will be lively and lively in a small area at most, and soon no one will care.

According to Ding Yiming's thinking, I'm afraid we will have to wait for the "Morning Star Project" to be announced in the future, when fans ask about his resignation, and then all the public opinion will be aroused.

uninteresting.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel speechless. With such a leisurely mind to work carefully, it's hot searches, topics and opportunities to find time. After spending so much energy, wouldn't it be good to make a movie or go to an acting class to learn about acting skills?

"By the way." An Yuan put down his phone and yawned, "How did you spend the Chinese New Year?"

Song Yan sleepy: "On the set."

"That can't be done." An Yuan said, "Accurate gossip, our crew is on holiday for Chinese New Year."

Song Yan frowned slightly.

Sure enough, bad news always comes together.

An Yuan glanced at him, then sighed silently: "How about you..."

"Don't worry about me." Song Yan closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, "Go back and accompany your uncle and aunt."

The day has come to the 24th of the twelfth lunar month. Although the crew is still conducting trial shooting in an orderly manner, it can also be felt that everyone's hearts are a little fluctuating.

Ding Yiming has left the crew after his resignation. Fortunately, his roles are not as many as male and female leading actors, so the announcement list can still be arranged.

Song Yan's announcements were full, and when it came to the eve of New Year's Eve, he didn't realize that so many days had passed.

"Call it off." The studio was bustling with the joy of the New Year, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

Song Yan smiled faintly until he got into the caravan, and the joyful expression on his face was instantly removed.

He turned on his phone and saw the calendar.

It has been ten days since Sheng Yun returned to Nanzhou.

However, Song Yan felt that he had hardly any impression of these ten days.

The memories of the ten days all belong to the character he played, as if there are only a handful of memories of the part of "Song Yan".

It also seems to be the case.

The plane landed at Nanzhou International Airport.

It was snowing again, and the weather was cloudy and foggy.

Song Yan put on the mask, wrapped the down jacket and hat tightly, and couldn't see anything except his eyes.

He was a little nervous when he got off the plane, and he was relieved until he returned to his home and confirmed that there was no one following him or picking him up on the road.

Walking into the house, the first thing is the meowing of glutinous rice balls.

He has been in the group for half a month, and An Yuan has been taking care of Tangyuan by his friend, visiting once a day.

Even so, the glutinous rice balls circled around Song Yan as if they had been suffocated.

Song Yan picked up the cat and turned on every light in the house.

No one has lived there for a long time, and the temperature seems to be a little bit colder. Song Yan is a little stubborn and feels that if the house is lit up everywhere, it seems to be warmer.

After turning on the lights, he turned on his phone.

An Yuan sent a message an hour ago, saying that she had returned to her hometown.

Other than that, there's no news of anyone.

He has always disliked chatting with people, WeChat is always clean, he always thinks this is the best.

But now he suddenly felt an inappropriate sense of loneliness.

By accident, he rummaged down, saw Sheng Yun's chat box, hesitated for a few seconds, and clicked into his circle of friends.

Three days to see, nothing.

Song Yan didn't find it strange. He just threw the phone aside and slowly nestled into the sofa. The snoring of glutinous rice balls was more obvious in the quiet house.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, Song Yan went to the supermarket.

"Good luck, I wish you good luck..."

"Congratulations on getting rich, I congratulate you on getting rich..."

The supermarket was crowded with people, and the checkout counters were lined up more than ten meters away. The special supermarket BGM for the Spring Festival was played in a scrolling manner, and it was full of joy.

Everyone was preparing the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner, and the whole family talked and laughed together to purchase. Song Yan also walked around, and finally didn't know what to buy, so he only took a bag of melon seeds and went to check out.

Carrying a bag of melon seeds and returning home, I saw that red lanterns had been hung up in the community, which was the Spring Festival atmosphere prepared by the property.Every household has already started cooking, and the sound of the residents on the first floor stir-frying came out through the windows.

Song Yan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

A few seconds later, he turned around, bought a box of oranges and a box of cherries at the gate of the community, and hailed a taxi.

"Chang'an mansion."

When he said the location, he felt a little tight in his throat.

Lu Zhinan sent a WeChat message early on asking him to go to celebrate the New Year together, but he never replied. Lu Zhinan asked twice and didn't get a reply, so he didn't ask again.

The taxi driver seemed in a good mood, and said, "Go home for the New Year?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"Hey, me too." The uncle couldn't help laughing happily, "You are the last order I took, and I won't charge you for this order, just treat it as a New Year greeting to you!"

Song Yan was startled, and declined a few words, but the uncle persisted, so he had no choice but to give up.

The car broadcast is also a special program for the Spring Festival, and the host is enthusiastically greeting the New Year:

"Everyone will have a reunion dinner soon, right? FM 82.3 Cheguang Sound of Music column team wishes you a happy family and a happy reunion!"

Song Yan turned his gaze and looked out of the car window.

The snow is still falling, and a thin layer has already accumulated on the ground.

Arriving at the gate of the Chang'an Mansion, Song Yan grabbed the handles of the two boxes of fruit and prepared to open the door with one hand.

At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped.

At the gate of the community not far away, there were several familiar figures standing.

"Young man?" Seeing him not moving, the driver asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan didn't seem to hear, he parked in the car, looked at Lu Zhinan and the Song family standing together from a distance, and got into the car that came to pick them up one after another.

Lu Zhinan held Song Heng in his arms, and Guozilian supported the old lady. The family talked and laughed and got into the car.

Then, the car sped away and disappeared into this family-happy New Year's Eve.

Song Yan's hand pressing the taxi doorknob turned white.

After a while, a hoarse chuckle came out of his throat.

"Master." Song Yan said hoarsely, "Go to the Xiangzhang Mansion on Chonghua Road."

The driver asked strangely: "Isn't it here? The address is wrong?"

Song Yan said "hmm": "Yes, the address is wrong, I won't come here again."

It was a strange thing to say, but the taxi driver saw that he looked strange, so he didn't ask any more questions.

When he returned to the gate of Xiangzhang Mansion, Song Yan got out of the car without bringing the oranges and cherries with him.

"It's a New Year's greeting to your family." Song Yan's voice was as cold and soft as ice and snow, "Thank you for giving me a ride."

He got out of the car and walked away, but the uncle hurriedly chased after him, stuffed the cherries into his hand, and said repeatedly, "This is too expensive, you take it back to eat, and I will take the oranges! And You take this."

Song Yan took it and saw a wishful knot with a bit rough workmanship.

The uncle smiled honestly: "My daughter made this, as a good intention, if you don't mind it, then take it."

Song Yan held the wishful knot in the palm of his hand, his eyes slightly bent: "Thank you."

In the box on the top floor of Nanzhou Yueming Hotel.

The food at the table was already cold, and the people on the table were still chatting and laughing happily.

Sheng Yun sat loosely, holding a champagne glass in one hand, shaking it one after another.

"Of course, I hope the chairman will take care of you in the coming year..."

"It's really an honor to have the New Year's Eve dinner with Mr. Sheng and Mr. Sheng..."

"That's right, I still feel like I'm dreaming!"

"Come, come, let's toast Dong Sheng and Young Master together."

The flattery on the table came and went, never ending.

Sheng Yun's cold eyebrows flickered, and he raised his glass perfunctorily in front of the several uncles who stood up to toast.

"Sheng Yun." A female voice like a sharp blade came down, "Stand up, there is no manners at all."

Sheng Yun glanced at his mother carelessly.

Sheng Jing was wearing a wine-red cheongsam, which was tightly tailored with silk and satin, wrapping her tightly.

But her waist is not slender, and her curves are not soft.

The cheongsam worn on her does not have the "Oriental beauty" stereotyped by many people, which seems to run counter to the conventional aesthetics, but it makes people subconsciously think that this dress matches her well.

Several directors at the table even praised her clothes to the sky and earth, and praised her as a fairy descending to earth.

No one would question this point, even though her lips were pale and her voice was soft, everyone respected her and was very timid.

Sheng Yun subconsciously moved when he heard his mother's scolding.

But immediately he was annoyed at the fact that he really had to listen to her reflexively.

"Oh, look at what you said, you don't need to stand up, you don't need to stand up. Mr. Sheng is young and promising, and in the future he will definitely take charge of the astrology to a higher level..."

Several directors were busy trying to smooth things over, and Sheng Yun became more and more irritable.

Suddenly he stood up, and the wine glass was placed heavily on the table, making a crisp sound.

While buttoning up his suit, he walked out of the box with heavy steps.

The crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor followed, and Sheng Jing quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Yun turned around and directly faced his mother's sharp eyebrows: "Go back for the New Year."

Sheng Jing frowned: "Isn't this the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Is this so?" Sheng Yun's voice was low and cold, "Ask them, they would rather go home to celebrate the New Year with the whole family, or talk about work with you."

Sheng Jing's expression suddenly turned cold: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Sheng Yun's gaze stayed on her face for a moment, then turned around and said, "I know, so I won't accompany you."

Sheng Jing was so furious that she suppressed her voice and called him, but she didn't get any response.

Sheng Yun left alone, and heard his mother's laughing voice fading away behind him: "Oh, it's okay, he's going to meet his friends, let's continue to eat ours, don't worry about him..."

The hotel's sightseeing elevator descends rapidly.

Sheng Yun stood alone in the elevator, looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside, reflecting the auspicious snow, the sky was silent, but the windows were peaceful.

Even the busiest main road usually has little traffic, and the only people who have not returned home are in a hurry, rushing to a place where all the troubles and loneliness of the year can be placed.

Sitting in the car, Sheng Yun looked up at Xiao Wang who was about to start the car:

"Why haven't you come home yet?"

Xiao Wang was taken aback for a moment, and when he heard this sentence, he knew that Boss Sheng had drunk too much.

"...I go to work as usual on New Year's Eve, Mr. Sheng, you forgot."

Sheng Yun suddenly sneered: "After sending me to the place, you will have a vacation, as I said."

Xiao Wang was overjoyed at first, then hesitant: "But Dong Sheng..."

Sheng Yun gave a "tsk", and said coldly: "Is it because I can't afford to pay you? Do I still need her to take care of my driver?"

Xiao Wang immediately fell silent.

As long as he said "she she she", everyone knew that the mother and son of the enemy were losing their temper again.

Especially since Boss Sheng drank too much which was rare, Xiao Wang didn't dare to provoke him.

"Yes, yes, I will go home in a while." Xiao Wang repeatedly agreed, and asked, "Then... where are we going now?"

Suddenly there was no sound in the back seat.

Xiao Wang was not in a hurry to urge, and his heart beat a drum.

Ever since he became Mr. Sheng's driver, every New Year's Eve dinner, except when he was abroad during the Spring Festival last year, was spent every year at the dinner table discussing work with Mr. Sheng.

This year, half of the entertainment was done, and he left alone. It must have been a result of a quarrel with the chairman.

Then... where should I go?

Xiao Wang himself didn't know, and he felt that Mr. Sheng probably didn't know either.

Anyway, no matter where he goes, he is alone, and he doesn't have a decent year to live.

The Spring Festival is really special, everyone is with their families, even if Mr. Sheng has many friends, he probably won't be able to make an appointment.

Xiao Wang sighed inwardly, thinking that although these noble sons are enviable, they really have troubles.

According to the legend, there are so many lights outside, but none of them are reserved for him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wang felt a little sympathetic to his boss, and felt more and more sad for him, and even wondered whether it would be feasible to invite him to his home for the New Year.

Seeing Sheng Yun behind the car kept silent, Xiao Wang tentatively said: "If you have no idea, why don't you just go..."

At this moment, Sheng Yun suddenly interrupted him with a low voice:

"Camphor Mansion."

Xiao Wang is a bit unfamiliar with this address, it seems to be an ordinary community, and they basically don't go there.

But vaguely felt a little familiar, as if I really had to go there once.

Sheng Yun repeated it again, with an affirmative tone:

"Chonghua Road, Xiangzhang Mansion."

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