I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

"Clang clang clang..."

The sound of chopsticks hitting porcelain bowls regularly lingered throughout the kitchen.

Song Yan was beating the egg liquid in the bowl absently, his eyes were out of focus in a daze.

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

These words echoed in his ears 188 times.

The egg liquid in his hand was almost knocked out, Song Yan quickly regained his composure.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to drive this sentence out of his mind over and over again.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and that hangover Sheng Yun is still in the guest bedroom, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.

Last night, after Sheng Yun finally got drunk, Song Yan spent all his efforts to move him into the bed in the guest room.

Almost built his biceps overnight.

After laying Sheng Yun flat on the bed, he seriously considered whether to change his clothes for him.

After Song Yan's tugging and hugging, Sheng Yun's collar had been ripped open, revealing the line of his collarbone and his firm chest.

The hem of the clothes was pushed up, exposing a thin and narrow waist.

Song Yan's eyes subconsciously fell on the clearly visible outline of the man's abdominal muscles, slid along the distinct mermaid line, and gathered it under the cold metal buckle of the belt.

Very familiar, this scene is very familiar.

Seeing this picture, many memories that had been dusted for a long time were forcibly drawn out.

In the scrolling of these memories, even though it was late at night, even though Sheng Yun was lying there quietly without any movement, it inexplicably gave Song Yan a great sense of visual impact.

"..."

When he realized what he was doing, he immediately looked away.

What is he thinking?

He felt that this New Year's Eve was a bit beyond his cognition, and there were too many things that caught him off guard.

Song Yan brought out a new quilt and covered Sheng Yun with all his brains.

Sheng Yun fell asleep after being drunk, and there was only a slight sound of steady breathing.

The brows and eyes are also much calmer, except for the still sharp facial features, it is almost impossible to see how shocking the tiger and wolf words he published an hour ago.

Did he think so?

Song Yan always felt that Sheng Yun at the beginning was always gentle most of the time, although the problem of being stubborn was exactly the same as now, but he was not stingy and gentle when expressing his feelings.

Never showed the slightest bit of rude behavior.

Perhaps for couples, roughness itself is also considered a kind of taste?

Song Yan left the guest room in a daze, and closed the door.

Then maybe they really didn't look like a couple back then.

Tang Yuan jumped off the sofa to rub against his trousers, begging for food.

Song Yan went to the storage room to open her granary, and opened a can for her.

The glutinous rice balls were eaten happily, Song Yan squatted down and touched the back of her neck, and sighed.

"You can do it." Song Yan whispered to her helplessly, "He is your father, have you forgotten? He bought the cans you eat every day."

He gently tapped the little pink nose of the cat girl: "Ni Nu."

After thinking about it, he felt that maybe Tang Yuan was afraid of being bullied. After all, Sheng Yun's behavior just now was really scary, and the sense of aggression in his body seemed to tear him apart.

"Forget it." Song Yan touched the back of Tangyuan's head again, "I didn't raise you for nothing."

Song Yan returned to the living room and nestled on the sofa until very late.

In his impression, the Spring Festival Gala is always getting more and more boring, but he still watches it every year.

When he was young, he would celebrate New Year with Lu Zhinan and the Song family, but he was not very happy.

Later, when he became an adult, Song Zhian didn't go home anymore, and he celebrated the New Year by himself accordingly.

Except last year, when he celebrated the new year with Sheng Yun, he spent every year by himself.

The song "Unforgettable Tonight", the repertoire of the Spring Festival Gala, was already playing on the TV, but he was still sober with his eyes like copper bells.

This New Year's Eve is a little thrilling.

Originally, he thought that this year he would return to the state of celebrating the New Year alone, and he was ready.

But I didn't expect it to become like this.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, anyway, when he woke up, he was no longer on the sofa, but on the bed in the master bedroom, with the quilt covering him properly.

Although he has no memory at all, of course he knows who sent him back to the bedroom.

There are all the pictures in the surveillance record, but Song Yan dare not look at them.

For the time being, he didn't want to face the fact whether he was being carried back by Sheng Yun or by the princess.

He stayed on the bed for a long time, and when he walked out of the bedroom door, he found that the guest bedroom door was still tightly closed, and it was quiet inside.

Sheng Yun must have woken up at some point, saw himself sleeping on the sofa, sent himself back to the bed, and returned to the guest room.

But Sheng Yun is still behind closed doors, whether he fell asleep again or doesn't want to face himself... It's hard to say.

After all, he must have drank some tea, and he still doesn't know what kind of scene he remembered last night.

Song Yan's thoughts were full of strange things. The egg liquid in his hand had been stirred to perfection long ago, but he still didn't realize that it was time to add water and salt to the pot and steam it.

I didn't know what to make for breakfast, so I had to steam an egg custard.

He opened the jar of chopped green onion, scooped up a spoonful, and hung it over the bowl without moving.

The method he learned before was to add chopped green onion and steam it in a pan, but that picky eater Sheng Yun didn't like it.

Song Yan thought about it, but in the end, he didn't put chopped green onion, and put it directly into the steamer.

The kitchen door was closed tightly and was suddenly pushed open.

Song Yan was taken aback, and turned his head to look suddenly, and the egg liquid in his hand spilled a little.

Sheng Yun stood outside the door, although his face didn't look very good after a hangover, but his tone seemed to be in a good mood:

"There's a knock at the door."

Song Yan regained his composure before realizing that there was indeed a knock on the door.

"...Sorry, did I wake you up?" Song Yan put down the bowl in his hand and ran to open the door, "I didn't hear you just now."

Sheng Yun stood where he was, watching Song Yan's back as he went to open the door, and slowly frowned.

Why do you still say "you you you"?

There was another knock on the door, and at the same time there was a faint call: "Brother? Are you home?"

Song Yan recognized that it was Song Zhian's voice.

He did mention last night that he was coming to pay New Year's greetings.

Song Yan opened the door, and before he could speak, he saw another person standing beside his younger brother outside the door.

Song Zhian blushed slightly, and Zhao Chi behind him was the first to smile and said, "Happy Chinese New Year."

Song Yan never thought that this great designer would come to celebrate the New Year with his younger brother, thinking of what he said last night, "I want to come with my partner"...

……

Song Yan's pupils trembled.

Song Zhi'an raised his head and pointed at the top: "Brother, why did you post the horizontal batch upside down?"

Song Yan: "...Accidentally posted the wrong one."

Subconsciously let the two into the room, Song Yan closed the door, and heard Zhao Chi behind him exclaim:

"President Sheng?!"

Song Yan: "..."

Oops, I forgot that there is Sheng Yun at home.

The last time Song Yan introduced his younger brother to Zhao Chi, the four of them had a commercial dinner together.

then……

On the first day of the new year, I scored twice at my own home.

It's just that the relationship between the characters is quite different.

The scene is a bit of a coincidence, and novels dare not write like this.

Song Yan hurriedly turned around, and saw the two guests standing in the entrance in surprise, while Sheng Yun frowned, obviously not very happy about the situation.

Song Yan's eyes fell on Sheng Yun, and suddenly realized that he didn't change clothes to sleep last night, so the shirt on his body was full of wrinkles, and the neckline was slightly open, which looked a bit...

"That..." Song Yan hurriedly wanted to save something, "Mr. Sheng last night..."

Halfway through his speech, he didn't know what to say.

Song Zhian turned around and looked at him with a confused look on his face.

Zhao Chi looked at Mr. Sheng, then at Song Yan, and helped smooth things over by saying, "Did you talk about the script?"

Song Yan: "..."

It seems even weirder.

Sheng Yun finally opened his mouth, ending this weird guess: "I was drunk last night, and I didn't want to be with Director Sheng. Among all my friends, his family has no one."

Zhao Chi was stunned: "Oh, so that's the case, why are you having trouble with Director Sheng again?"

Song Zhian looked at Song Yan with a half understanding.

Song Yanshun also nodded.

This statement... may be true.

Sheng Yun probably knew that he celebrated the New Year alone, and he had nowhere to go to find a place to celebrate the New Year, so it was reasonable to come here.

Song Yan led the guests into the living room, and went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

Zhao Chi hadn't seen Sheng Yun for a while, and thought that the opportunity was rare, so he talked with him about work.Song Zhi'an couldn't speak, so he also ran to the kitchen to help.

"Brother." Song Zhian helped him wash the cup and asked, "What's going on?"

Song Yan was a little exhausted, and asked back: "I want to ask you what's going on?"

Song Zhian lowered his head, his fair earlobes were blushing: "Just... After that, we often talked about design together, every time we come and go..."

Song Yan was silent for a few seconds, looked at him and said, "That's it? Who mentioned it?"

Song Zhi'an has a baby face, looks younger than his peers, and always speaks in a low voice: "Brother Zhao took the initiative."

Song Yan didn't say anything, washed the cup, looked around, and found that there was nothing in the house that could be used for guests.

There was a box of cherries in the corner of the kitchen, which he wanted to leave with the taxi uncle but was stuffed back.

Song Yan poured the cherries into the vegetable sink, and asked suddenly: "Did you tell him what happened at home?"

Song Zhi'an bit his lip, shook his head, and the corners of his slightly drooping eyes seemed a little downcast.

He went on: "I don't think...he should mind."

Song Yan paused for a while, as if he wanted to say something, and said for a while, "I hope."

"Brother, what about you?" Song Zhian changed the subject and couldn't help wanting to gossip, "You and Mr. Sheng last night..."

Song Yan raised his head suddenly, and interrupted him in a panic: "Don't guess, there is nothing."

Song Zhian couldn't believe it: "Really? What happened to the wound on the corner of Mr. Sheng's mouth?"

Song Yan: "..."

No matter what you do, observation ability is No.1.

It's worthy of being in the design business.

Speaking of this wound, Song Yan recalled the scene from last night.

He explained somewhat unnaturally: "The cat scratched it."

Song Zhian's smile froze, and he looked shocked: "Tangyuan? Doesn't it never arrest people?"

Song Yan felt a little embarrassed to say: "...Probably the heroic protector."

From a certain point of view, if Tangyuan hadn't rushed up suddenly and gave Sheng Yun a paw, it would be really difficult for him to get out of bed now.

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt his heart beat uncontrollably faster from the temple to the ear.

"What do you mean?" Song Zhi Anfei wanted to get to the bottom of it, "Expand and talk about it?"

Song Yan glared at him: "Don't ask children about adults' affairs."

He turned around holding the glass, and suddenly saw Sheng Yun standing by the kitchen door behind him.

"You..." Song Yan was taken aback, subconsciously thinking about how much he heard what he said just now, "Is there something wrong?"

Sheng Yun asked slowly: "The cat is hungry, let me ask her where the canned food is."

Song Yan didn't think about it, and answered directly: "It's in the original place."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that what he said was wrong.

Looking up, seeing Sheng Yun's expression was a little half-smile, he bit the bullet and explained: "It's...in the cabinet on the left side of the storage room."

Sheng Yun said lightly: "Understood."

Sheng Yun left the kitchen, Song Yan looked at Song Zhian, saw that he didn't notice anything unusual with a confused face, and was slightly relieved.

Sheng Yun came to the storage room and found the neatly arranged cans familiarly.

The glutinous rice balls had already followed, Sheng Yun opened the can and poured it into her cat bowl.

He started to eat the glutinous rice balls snortingly, and he got up and went to the bathroom to wash off the canned cat food on his hands.

There was a slight tingling pain from the corner of his lips. He looked in the mirror, and the wound at the corner of his mouth was still red. Fortunately, the wound was very shallow and should heal soon.

Sheng Yun lightly pressed the wound with his fingers, and took a breath of cold air with a "hiss".

Last night at the drinking party, I was feeling irritable and drank a few more glasses. I didn't expect the alcohol to be too high, so I drank the fragments directly.

His last clear memory was when he told the driver the address.

He has almost no memory of what happened at Song Yan's house afterwards, and only vaguely remembers a few scenes.

For example, he remembered that he pressed the man under him, and he could still smell the cold fragrance of shower gel on his neck.

After that is a tingling sensation at the corner of the lips.

But he only remembered the feeling, forgetting the reason for the sting.

What did he do to Song Yan...?

This guess made Sheng Yun feel a little guilty, especially when he got up early in the morning and was still nestling on the sofa, looking broken.

After sending him back to the bedroom and covering him with the quilt, he returned to the guest bedroom, and then reflected on his brutal behavior last night, so that he didn't dare to come out to face Song Yan until someone knocked on the door.

Back in the living room, Song Yan had already made the tea, and washed a plate of delicate and beautiful cherries and put them on the coffee table.

Zhao Chi was explaining his relationship with Song Zhian to Song Yan, Sheng Yun didn't bother him, and just sat on the empty seat on the sofa.

His gaze was always on Song Yan, and he noticed that the moment he saw him return to the living room, his upper body was visibly stiffened to the naked eye.

Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, more curious about what happened last night.

On the other side, Song Yan listened to Zhao Chi's explanation absent-mindedly, and had no choice but to send his blessings. By the way, as an elder brother, he asked him a few words:

"That...my brother is introverted and doesn't like to talk very much. Please forgive me in the future and treat him well."

"That's natural." Zhao Chi caught a glimpse of Sheng Yun, and added with a wink, "You are Mr. Sheng's friend, and Xiao An is your younger brother. How could I dare to treat him badly?"

Song Yan glanced at Sheng Yun and smiled reluctantly.

Zhao Chi took a second look at Sheng Yun, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Hey? Mr. Sheng, is your face injured?"

He also asked with concern: "How did you do it?"

Sheng Yun: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

Help.

Which pot is not open and which pot to lift!

Sheng Yun's expression became a little unnatural, and he said after a while: "...I drank too much last night, where did I bump into it?"

Song Yan followed the words: "Yes, yes, yes."

Seeing him answering the call, Sheng Yun glanced at him, and swept his gaze over the base of his blushing ears.

The New Year's greetings that made Song Yan restless lasted for 10 minutes, and the two left because they still had something to do.

After sending them away, Song Yan heaved a long sigh of relief and closed the door.

Song Yan cleaned up the cups on the coffee table, lost his mind, and whispered to himself: "There won't be any misunderstanding?"

Sheng Yun heard it behind him, and raised his eyebrows: "Misunderstanding?"

Song Yan recovered, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

The guests were sent away, and now only Sheng Yun's problem remained.

"That..." Song Yan tentatively asked, "Where are you going today?"

Sheng Yun frowned slightly: "Do you have to call me that?"

Song Yan was startled, not quite understanding why he suddenly cared about this:

"Then... where are you going?"

Sheng Yun's expression turned pale: "What about you?"

Song Yan thought for a while: "Stay at home. Are you going home? Director Sheng definitely wants you to go back."

He couldn't help saying a few more words, and after he finished speaking, he felt that he was meddling in his own business, so he changed his words in a low voice: "Of course, it's up to you, you can go to a friend's house or to your own house."

Sheng Yun looked down at him, and seeing that he didn't continue, he asked, "Are you finished?"

Song Yan nodded, not knowing why: "It's over."

Sheng Yun looked at him for a while, then looked away for a while: "Got it."

Song Yan blinked suspiciously, feeling that he was suddenly a little unhappy.

Just because I persuaded him to go back to see his mother?

What kind of quarrel is this, to be so angry?

Song Yan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, in case he would offend the young master again.

Sheng Yun was silent for a while, and adjusted his mood: "I'll go to Lu Jin's, he's going back to Nanzhou today."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and nodded.

Sheng Yun looked at Song Yan's soft hair, and suddenly said: "After the Lantern Festival, I will join the group again."

Song Yan raised his head, a little surprised.

Sheng Yun turned around: "Let's go."

Song Yan sent him out, and Tang Yuan followed him with his tail upright.

Seeing the glutinous rice balls, Song Yan immediately remembered the flying claw of the rebellious girl last night, and couldn't help but said, "Is your wound okay?"

Sheng Yun had just put on his coat, when he heard this, his movements suddenly stopped.

Song Yan also immediately realized that mentioning this matter was nothing more than mentioning what happened last night...

And the words Sheng Yun said that shocked him.

An awkward and strange silence suddenly spread between the two.

Song Yan immediately regretted it, so he shouldn't have said this out of nowhere.

Fortunately, the glutinous rice balls had all the vaccines and the wound was not deep. He had sterilized Sheng Yun at that time, so it should be fine.

Song Yan bit the bullet and said, "I'm... sorry."

Sheng Yun turned around and saw that Song Yan's face was almost flushed red.

His Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he said unnaturally, "It's okay."

Sheng Yun paused, then changed his words: "No... I should be the one saying sorry."

It must have been something outrageous that he did last night that made Song Yan resist so fiercely.

For this matter, he conducted in-depth analysis and thinking for three hours this morning.

After he did inappropriate behavior, Song Yan didn't directly throw himself out or on the sofa, but tried his best to get himself onto the bed, so it can be seen that...he doesn't hate himself very much.

He was tall, with long legs and long hands, a broad frame, and he drank too much alcohol. It must be very hard for Song Yan to get him in with such a thin body.

That being the case, it may mean that Song Yan did not feel disgusted or disgusted by his rude behavior.

Although I resisted, it was only because I still had knots in my heart, and I didn't quite adapt to the fast progress.

That means...

Sheng Yun looked away, and said bluntly: "I've been quite free for the past few days, and I don't have any plans right now."

Song Yan was immersed in embarrassment, and was startled when he heard the words, not understanding why he said this to himself: "Ah... so."

Sheng Yun didn't say anything, opened the door and came to the elevator.

Song Yan hugged the cat and sent it to the elevator door with proper courtesy.

"Ding"

The elevator arrived, and the elevator doors opened slowly.

Sheng Yun entered the elevator, before the elevator door closed, suddenly looked at Song Yan again, and said in a low voice:

"Not next time."

After saying this, the elevator door slowly closed.

After a while, Song Yan stood outside the door alone, unable to react for a long time.

next time what?

what next time?

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The author has something to say:

Different versions of a family of three regarding Sheng Gou's unknown wound:

Tangyuan: Cats don't play with dogs!Protect papa!

Song Yan: Caught by a cat

Sheng Yun: My wife bit (?)

ps to emphasize again, there is no vice cp in this story, the brother and sister only exist for the needs of the plot, but there is no separate role, don’t worry and don’t ask

There are so many little angels fed, thank you everyone!