I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan hastily ate some quick-frozen dumplings he bought, and it was the New Year's Eve dinner.

It was a bit overcooked, and in the end there were two left uneaten. After smelling the glutinous rice balls on the table for a long time, they jumped off the table in disgust.

Song Yan looked at the remaining dumpling trays and dipping sauce trays, hesitated for a few seconds, and was too lazy to clean them up.

For the big Chinese New Year, we will talk about it tomorrow.

Nesting on the sofa, Tangyuan jumped onto her knees and lay comfortably on her stomach. Song Yan picked up her phone and saw the WeChat message.

Song Zhian sent a New Year's greeting text message, Song Yan casually asked where he was now, replied that he was with his partner, and said that he would bring New Year's greetings together tomorrow.

Song Yan was taken aback, and wanted to ask when it happened, so he wrote it in the input box, but after thinking about it, he deleted the question.

Forget it, asking is asking for dog food.

For Chinese New Year, shrimp and pig heart.

The circle of friends is full of joy. After entering the "Morning Star Project", his WeChat list has expanded a lot, and the circle of friends is no longer like before, and there is no new content after just two pages.

Flipping from top to bottom, most of them are photos of the New Year’s Eve dinner, with different styles. The crew came from all over the world, and the hometown customs reflected in the New Year’s Eve dinner are also very clear.

Song Yan flipped through the content of Moments and saw the message from An Yuan.

[Have you had a good meal? 】

Song Yan: [Yes. 】

An Yuan: [What do you eat? 】

Song Yan returned a "dumpling" chat emoji.

An Yuan didn't forget to laugh at him: [Quick-frozen. 】

Song Yan: […]

An Yuan: [Post a selfie if you have time, ah no, post a selfie if you have time, the brats on Weibo are waiting to be fed. 】

Before Song Yan could reply in time, An Yuan urged him again, for fear that he would be disobedient:

[I really feel awkward, just hold the glutinous rice balls and take a picture.I know you're unkempt now but that's okay!Just rely on your prosperous beauty. 】

Song Yan was reluctant: 【Got it. 】

He didn't post on Weibo for a long time in the past, but now that the number of fans has skyrocketed, posting on Weibo has become a must.

It's okay to post texts, it's like chatting with fans, but posting photos makes him very anxious.

Opened Weibo, and sure enough, I saw "999+" in private messages, and there were a lot of new comments, all of which were telling him happy new year and asking him how he was doing.

Song Yan opened the private message list and looked through the private messages one by one.

@ will only eat sugar, no emotion: [Happy Chinese New Year, Zai Zai!What a delicious meal!I just had enough! 】

@文小墨: [Today is Chinese New Year, I don’t know how Yanbao is doing?Stick it! 】

@genggeng: [There are no Jiugongge photos during the Chinese New Year!Bad review! (sticker)]

@池影: [Look at the dumplings I made tonight!This is my first time making dumplings! 】

Song Yan carefully looked through dozens of private messages, but found that he couldn't read them.

On the night of the Spring Festival, everyone lived happily and happily, and the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

Deciding to read the last private message, Song Yan found this one:

[I'm a little unhappy right now, but I have nothing to say, so I can only tell you.

My parents are fighting again. In fact, I really want to tell them that it is better to get a divorce, but they always say that if I get divorced, I will become a poor child in a single-parent family.

But I'm really sad now, everyone else's family is reunited on New Year's Eve, only our family is unhappy.I don't know if it will disturb my brother, sorry. 】

Song Yan lowered his eyelids, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and started typing after a while:

[Hello, thank you for trusting me.

I would say that who you become is up to you.If you want to be happy and happy, the whole world will make way for you. 】

After hesitating for a while, he clicked send.

Although An Yuan had told him not to reply to the fan's wechat easily, if it was really necessary, he had to discuss it with her first before replying, so as not to cause trouble.

But he still chose to send it out.

Although it feels dramatic when you think about it, he actually acts as a spiritual mentor for others to persuade them to be happy.

The house was brightly lit, and he turned on all the lights, even the small spotlight at the entrance and the fill light in front of the mirror.

It's as if there is some New Year's atmosphere in this way, and it won't look empty because there is only one person staying.

He got up to pour a glass of water, it was almost cold, but he was too lazy to reheat it, so he just drank the half-warm water in one gulp.

The slightly cool touch has spread from the throat to the chest.

The glutinous rice balls came to his feet and acted like a baby. Song Yan saw it coming to his door, so he scooped it up and put it next to his face to take a selfie.

I didn't look for angles or retouch the picture. I just blurred the background and sent it with the text "Happy New Year".

After posting on Weibo, he put down his phone and was about to turn on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

"Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Song Yan was startled.

At this moment, he first felt a subtle expectation, and then felt that his expectation was a bit ridiculous.

Who will come to find themselves at this time.

Song Yan walked towards the door, and when his hand touched the doorknob, Sheng Yun's face flashed before his eyes.

He subconsciously closed his open neckline.

However, soon, he clenched his fingers lightly, feeling that his action was a bit redundant.

Open the door, standing outside the door is the old lady who lives next door:

"Yo! Someone is really here! I thought you moved away!"

Song Yan was a little surprised, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while, as if he was a little lost, but he felt it should be taken for granted.

The old lady spoke Nanzhou Mandarin, wearing the new clothes her daughter just bought, and enthusiastically holding a pair of couplets: "I thought there was no one in your house, so I planned to post a pair of couplets on the door of your house, and not post couplets." No, since you are here, post it yourself."

After finishing speaking, the old lady put the couplet in his hand into his hand, and the voice of the little granddaughter calling her came from the next door. While running back, the old lady did not forget to tell him: "Be sure to post it!"

The door next door was closed, and the corridor returned to calm.

Song Yan took a deep breath, and looked at the couplet in his hand with some dumbfounding.

I had no choice but to paste it, otherwise the old lady might have to knock on the door and call him when she sees it tomorrow, so she can paste it for him herself.

Song Yan went to the room and moved a stool to step on, first pasted the upper and lower couplets, and finally pasted the horizontal batches.

The position where the horizontal batch is posted is too high, the stool is a bit short, and you have to stretch your arms to barely reach it.

He didn't tear off the adhesive tape, and raised his head to gesture for directions.

"Crooked."

A low and hoarse voice sounded behind him, and Song Yan stopped suddenly with the hand that was marking the position.

He wanted to look back, but he didn't pay attention for a while, his feet were empty, and he lost his center of gravity.

A hand was stretched out to support his waist, and Sheng Yun let out an impatient "tsk": "You can't stand still?"

Song Yan got off the stool in a hurry, her heart was beating fast with fright, and she said in a bad mood, "Isn't that because you spoke suddenly?"

He didn't expect that there would be someone behind him suddenly, so it was good if he didn't fall directly.

In particular, it was even more impossible to think that Sheng Yun would come.

Song Yan stood firm, looked at Sheng Yun behind him, smelled a trace of alcohol, and asked, "...What are you doing here?"

He felt the pounding sound of his heartbeat coming from his eardrum, and his heart rate couldn't drop.

Seeing Sheng Yun's face at first glance, he felt very unreal.

Sheng Yun's face looked quite normal, and his posture was not unusual, but his eyes were slightly out of focus, and after a few seconds of silence, he replied: "Chinese New Year."

Song Yan: "..."

With this short half-minute observation, Song Yan made a judgment.

Sheng Yun was probably drunk.

Song Yan looked behind him, saw that no one was following, and began to think about who should be notified to lead them.

He must have just had the New Year's Eve dinner. Didn't his family stop him when he ran out?

Just as he was thinking about it, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, with the palm facing up, and the slender fingertips hooked slightly.

Sheng Yun: "Bring it."

Song Yan: "?"

Cherish words like gold when drunk?Who can understand?

Sheng Yun didn't speak any more, and stretched out his hand to pull the couplet away.

Song Yan: "..."

The action is also strange and rough, and I don't know what happened to it.

Song Yan had no choice but to step aside and watched Sheng Yun step on the stool, a little terrified.

Rarely, even though he was drunk, his steps were quite steady.

"You're drunk." Song Yan tried to remind him, "Don't do it, I'll post it."

Sheng Yun tore off the adhesive tape and sneered: "Am I drunk?"

Song Yan: "..."

Then I drank too much?

When they were together in the past, they also drank more than once.

In my impression, after this man was drunk, he was quite sober at first glance. He didn't walk shaky and didn't get drunk. People who didn't know him thought he was a thousand cups.

But Song Yan learned from that experience that there were some changes when he was drunk.

...will get a little rough.

He looked up and saw that Sheng Yun had finished pasting the banner, he patted the wall dust on his hands with satisfaction, and got off the stool.

Song Yan looked carefully: "..."

Posted down.

It's really Wuyu's mother who opened the door for Wuyu, and Wuyu got home.

Moreover, this is the self-adhesive sticker that came with it, and it is very difficult to tear it off. Fortunately, Sheng Yun pressed hard to make sure it would not fall off.

Song Yan pressed his forehead and collapsed.

He took out his mobile phone speechlessly: "Is your driver downstairs? I'll ask him to come up..."

"He's on annual leave." Sheng Yun turned to look at him with an expression as if he had heard something incredible, "Tonight is New Year's Eve."

"That's right." Song Yan said, "But he sent you here, right? Or did you... take a taxi?"

"He sent me here, and it's the annual leave now." Sheng Yun squinted his eyes, "Do you think I will let the employees go to work on New Year's Eve?"

Song Yan: "..."

Why do you think the current dialogue is so childish?

The temperature outside was very low, Song Yan shivered a little from the cold, and frowned, "Then where are you going now?"

Sheng Yun didn't answer, picked up the stool with one hand, opened the door with the other, and walked in.

Song Yan: "..."

Help, so that's what he meant by Chinese New Year?

He's staying here tonight?

He admitted that the moment he realized this, he actually felt a little vaguely happy.

After all, he doesn't really like spending New Year's Eve alone.

But the current situation is not completely within his expectations, he did not expect Sheng Yun to come here after being drunk.

I don't even understand why he came here when he was drunk.

Song Yan walked into the room with a little daze, and closed the door.

Sheng Yun had already sat down on the small sofa. He had liked this position the most before, as he could directly see the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows as soon as he turned his head.

Now the glutinous rice balls are lying on his lap, turning their stomachs very familiarly.

Seeing this scene at first glance, Song Yan even felt a sense of time and space confusion, as if he had returned to the past.

Sheng Yun touched Tangyuan's neck with one hand, the movement was quite gentle, but Song Yan could feel Sheng Yun's mood... not very good.

The whole body is gloomy and low pressure.

Song Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, suddenly a little worried about himself.

It's not like he was drunk, recalled the past when he was broken up, and planned to come here for revenge.

Thinking of his rough character exposed after he was drunk, Song Yan felt even more scared.

Is it too late to run now?

Sheng Yun suddenly raised his head at this moment: "What are you doing standing there?"

Song Yan: "...Is there something wrong?"

Sheng Yun frowned: "Is there any water?"

Song Yan nodded, and went to get a cup. When pouring the water, he found that the water was cold. After thinking about it, he still didn't give him the half-warm water, so he took the water again and boiled it.

Sheng Yun didn't speak again until the water was boiled.Song Yan watched from a distance, and felt that his mood gradually calmed down, and his posture became more and more relaxed.

This made him heave a sigh of relief. After boiling the water, he poured a cup and brought it over.

Sheng Yun looked at the snow-white porcelain cup and laughed: "Isn't it a disposable cup?"

Song Yan: "?"

He was slightly puzzled, but then reacted.

It was talking about the last time I drank too much, I used a disposable cup to pour water for him.

Good guy, I have kept my grudge until now, even when I was drunk.

Sheng Yun took a few sips, looked at the cup carefully, and asked, "Where's my previous cup?"

Song Yan was stunned.

Sheng Yun looked at him, his eyes darkened: "Did you throw it away?"

Song Yan pursed his lips and said truthfully: "No."

Sheng Yun: "Then how did you deal with it?"

Song Yan: "...put it away."

There seemed to be some surprise in Sheng Yun's expression, he looked away, his eyes fell on the cup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "I thought you would throw it away."

Song Yan didn't answer.

He himself felt that it should be thrown away.

At that time, he packed up all the things related to Sheng Yun at home, put them in a box, and thought about throwing them away.

One evening, he carried the box to the garbage station in the community. After all, he didn't dump it into the trash can where flies were flying around, but put it on the ground beside him.

Then he walked back, walking very slowly. After walking a few hundred meters, he turned his head suddenly and ran back to the garbage station quickly, panting to see that the box of things was still there intact, long and loose. tone.

Then he took the box back home, and finally put it in the top cabinet of the storage room, sealed it for a year, and never took it out again.

Most of the time, he can always forget that there is still a box of memories about that time.

It's just that at some specific time, or at an accidental moment, I suddenly think of it.

The room was very quiet, and the two of them were separated by a short distance, neither talking.

Only the glutinous rice balls snore happily.

"I'll call a car to take you home." Song Yan finally couldn't stand the unbearable silence, and picked up his phone, "Where is your home?"

Sheng Yun frowned and said firmly, "I won't go back."

Song Yan: "Why?"

Sheng Yun's irritable temper returned: "There's no one going back."

Song Yan: "...Then where do you want to go?"

Sheng Yun looked up at him, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the light, and it was rare for people to see a little fragility: "Isn't it okay here?"

Song Yan's gaze froze, and the movement of holding the mobile phone stopped abruptly.

Sheng Yun asked: "Do you really don't want to stay with me?"

These words were hoarse, like questioning, like grievance.

Song Yan suddenly became confused and quickly looked away.

To be honest, he didn't expect Sheng Yun to have such a side when he was drunk.

This man is conceited, unruly, and extravagant, even when he was pretending to be an ordinary person before, he has never been soft.

Even when Song Yanti broke up, apart from his unbelievable shock and stubbornness, he didn't show any soft emotions.

Like a lion who is used to being admired, he refuses to bow his body until death.

After getting used to his personality, Song Yan was at a loss when faced with his current appearance.

It's better to just call him a scumbag, or beat him up.

It is also much stronger than torturing his conscience like this.

Song Yan thought for a while, and felt that since Sheng Yun was in a state of irrational drunkenness, he had to go along first.

So he forcibly lowered his voice and coaxed: "No, then you should stay here."

Hearing this answer, Sheng Yun slightly loosened his frown.

At this moment, the WeChat phone rang.

Sheng Yun glanced at it and directly refused.

Song Yan: "...who is it?"

Sheng Yun seemed very reluctant to mention this name: "Chairman Sheng."

Song Yan: "..."

So it was his mother.

How dare you use such an honorable title?

However, according to his speculation, the relationship between Sheng Yun and his mother should not be good, so it is not particularly surprising.

Thinking about it this way, he probably ran out after arguing with his mother.

Song Yan thought about it, and felt that he still needed to persuade her: "After all, today is New Year's Eve. Even if you quarrel, don't... run away from home, Auntie will be sad."

After finishing speaking, he felt quite funny, as if he was coaxing an ignorant little boy home.

Sheng Yun snorted coldly: "She won't."

Song Yan fell silent, he felt that it was pointless to persuade him any longer.

What qualifications does he have to persuade?On New Year's Eve tonight, he didn't even see his mother's face.

Ah, I saw her, I saw her chatting and laughing with her family and going out to celebrate the New Year.

He knew very well that it was impossible to persuade others to be kind without the pain of others, so he didn't want to continue to urge Sheng Yun to go home.

He knew that when Sheng Yun sobered up tomorrow, he would probably regret coming to his house now.

But he was kind of enjoying the present, so he subconsciously acquiesced in celebrating the New Year with Sheng Yun.

Although ridiculous and unreasonable.

Sheng Yun on the other side was caught in the interaction with the cat girl, Song Yan watched quietly, but felt quite harmonious.

He opened Weibo and flipped through it casually.

There are a lot of comments on the selfie sent out, and most of the hot comments are friendly comments, but there are also some negative voices.

"Vase, Neiyu is really a pill."

"Hey, don't you celebrate the Spring Festival in the group? This is too unprofessional."

"I really don't know how the Morning Star Project chooses the cast..."

Song Yan glanced at it casually, and then crossed over.

Read more comments from other fans, and you will be much happier immediately.

[@那可乐不加冰: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) 】

[@百灵: It’s so beautiful, woo woo woo wife post! 】

[@上半月: Who is robbing me of my wife?Yanbao is already in my arms, thank you. 】

Halfway through, the phone was suddenly snatched away.

Song Yan: "...what are you doing?"

Sheng Yun looked displeased: "Look who you are talking to."

Song Yan: "..."

What is this all about? ?

When the two of them were still together, Sheng Yun didn't even check his cell phone. How dare they break up now to inspire this idea?

Seeing that he was reading Weibo comments, Sheng Yun's face turned pale, but he soon noticed the bad comments, and immediately frowned:

"What are they talking about?"

Song Yan saw Sheng Yun's expression as if he was about to say "Let them wait for the lawyer's letter", and hurriedly explained: "It's nothing, don't worry, which artist has no black fans?"

Sheng Yun still frowned: "But what they said is not true."

He looked at Song Yan with a firm tone: "You are not a vase."

Song Yan: "...Thank you."

What can I say, I can only say thank you.

Sheng Yun continued to read the comments with a dissatisfied face.

Song Yan was trembling at the side, for fear that some comment would offend the young master.

How much do you have to drink?

Can people drink like this?

After a long while, Sheng Yun flicked the screen for a while, as if he had watched something carefully for a long time, and then said slowly:

"Who are they and why are they called your wife?"

Song Yan: "..."

Help, why do you keep asking this kind of question with seriousness?

"It's just... just a nickname, it doesn't mean anything." Song Yan felt so embarrassed that he was about to sweat, and he never thought that one day he would need to explain to others why these little girls called him wife , "Don't look at it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Sheng Yun suddenly start typing seriously.

Song Yan: "!!!"

At this moment, he even thought about how to explain himself to make a strange statement on Weibo tomorrow, and he didn't know if he could get away with it by saying that he was drunk.

He rushed up reflexively, grabbed the phone, and threw it far away on the sofa on the other side, in case Sheng Yun could still get it.

When he threw it out, he saw a few words in the input box out of the corner of his eye. Although he couldn't see what was written clearly, he could make sure that he hadn't had time to send it out.

That's good.

Up and down, Song Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and tried to stand up exhausted.

Suddenly, there was a force of retreat on his waist, and he lost his footing and fell backwards.

Then fell into a solid chest.

For just a moment, Song Yan felt as if fireworks exploded in front of his eyes.

Sheng Yun's aura enveloped him like an explosion. The smell of wine mixed with the cool and pleasant scent of mint formed a strange and trembling smell.

Song Yan's body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he was lying almost straight in Sheng Yun's arms. The man pressed his shoulder with the other hand, making him unable to get up.

Sheng Yun lowered his head and got very close to him.

Song Yan watched his face reflected in the light, and in the shadows were a pair of bottomless eyes, unable to see the surging emotions clearly.

After a long time, he saw the man lower his head, close to his neck, and breathe in his ear, which made him tremble.

"Do you know what I regret most now?"

Sheng Yun's voice was low and inaudible, but it carried some extremely strong and unclear emotions,

"I regret that I didn't fuck you until you couldn't get out of bed."

The author has something to say:

More than just talking hard! ! !

Again ps, although my younger brother has a boyfriend, but he is not a vice cp, there is no vice cp in this story, you can rest assured