I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand the meaning of Sheng Yun's words.

Maybe next time I won't drink more.

Maybe next time I won't take the liberty to run over.

Or maybe...

I will never do that kind of thing or say that kind of thing again.

Song Yan's slender eyelashes flickered slightly, and he lowered his eyes.

Perhaps the drunk gaffe last night was an embarrassing situation that Sheng Yun didn't want to accept.

Of course there will be no next time.

When this idea came up, Song Yan suddenly felt a little indescribably lost.

He went home with the cat in his arms, with heavy and slow steps.

The house suddenly became quiet. On the tea table were cold water glasses and uneaten cherries.

There used to be a young couple who were in a passionate relationship sitting on that sofa. Song Yan recalled the scene where Zhao Chi handed cherries to his younger brother intimately and naturally, and felt a faint envy.

On the other hand, looking at myself and Sheng Yun...

Everything that happened last night was just an accident, the night passed, and when I woke up with a hangover, no one wanted to admit it.

There was a slight chug sound from the kitchen, and Song Yan suddenly remembered that egg custard was still steaming on the stove, and hurried into the kitchen to turn off the fire.

After steaming for too long, the egg custard has been thrown out a bit, and it doesn't look tender and smooth.

And no chopped green onions.

In such a big bowl, chopped green onion was originally considered to be eaten by Sheng Yun, but Sheng Yun left so early, and now he ate it by himself.

He prefers egg custard with chopped green onion, so it looks tasteless.

Adhering to the idea of ​​not being wasted, Song Yan rummaged through the bowl clip, and carefully took the steaming bowl out of the pot.

The steam floated to the fingertips, and there was a tingling pain. Song Yan "hissed" and took a breath, and his hands immediately loosened.

With a "snap", the steaming bowl slipped from the bowl clip and fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the tiles and egg custard immediately splashed everywhere.

Song Yan was stunned suddenly, unable to recover for a long time.

It took a full minute before he sorted out what he should do now. He went to get a pack of napkins and pulled out a lot of them. When he squatted down to wipe the custard that fell on the ground, he realized that he should first remove the broken porcelain pieces. I took it.

After taking the trash can, I hurriedly picked up the big pieces of broken porcelain, and then wiped off the small pieces of porcelain and the remaining custard with a paper towel, and it took me a long time to clean it up.

Because he squatted on the ground for too long, he felt dizzy when he got up.

I didn't eat anything when I got up early in the morning, and the only breakfast I made was broken, so I had to grab a few cherries left on the coffee table to barely satisfy my hunger.

With oil on his hands, Song Yan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, raised his head and saw himself pale in the mirror, very ugly.

A piercing pain came from his fingertips, he subconsciously retracted his hand, and saw two openings on his fingers that were cut by broken porcelain, blood oozing out little by little.

Although the wound is not long but deep, I didn't feel it just now, but now I feel pain.

The anxiety became more obvious, Song Yan went to search the small medicine box, found the few remaining loose band-aids, and wrapped his fingers well.

After everything was finally done, he sat down on the sofa, a little depressed.

An indescribable soreness spread across his chest.

On the first day of the new year, everything goes wrong.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind, if just... let Sheng Yun stay.

Although most of them would be rejected by him, at least he tried.

Song Yan closed his eyes forcefully, feeling a slight moistness in the corner of his eyes, and quickly raised his hand to wipe it away, feeling a little angry with himself.

What is this thinking?

Can a little pain make you cry?

While criticizing himself, he picked up his phone to divert attention.

The thumb and index finger of the right hand were covered with Band-Aids, and it was quite difficult to unlock, so I had to enter the password.

As soon as the screen is unlocked, it is the Weibo interface.

Song Yan took a closer look, wanting to see what Sheng Yun typed but didn't send last night.

"You didn't"

With these three words, there will be no more.

What are you doing?

Song Yan really wants to know what's going to happen next, but it's estimated that even Sheng Yun himself doesn't remember what he wants to fight now.

He backed out, and suddenly noticed that this Weibo account was not his own, but another account that he had never seen before. The nickname seemed to be a random one, too, and it didn't look like it was intentional.

Is it Sheng Yun's trumpet?

Song Yan thought about it again, and felt that it might not be a trumpet, after all, he didn't look like a person who could surf the Internet seriously, so it's normal to have a Weibo account casually.

Last night, in such a short period of time, Sheng Yun was still so drunk that he knew not to use his Weibo account to post random things, so he temporarily switched his account.

Song Yan clicked on the data interface, and his eyes suddenly paused at the number of followers.

The number of followers is 2, except for the Weibo assistant who automatically follows...

Only @宋燕sy.

Song Yan's fingertips hovered over the screen, without moving for a long time.

He subconsciously wanted to read more, but felt that this was a private view of Sheng Yun's privacy, which was morally embarrassing, so he quickly canceled his account and switched to his own.

As Song Yan was thinking, he didn't know if Sheng Yun had sent any comments on the trumpet. If the one he saw was only the second and third, it meant that the previous comments had already been sent.

But anyway, it's just a Weibo account without any identity, so it doesn't matter if you send out some tiger and wolf words.

Of course, at this time, he didn't know how powerful the fans' ability to pick up comments was.

The crew notified that work would start after the Lantern Festival, and there was nothing to do in the past ten days, which made him so bored that he almost grew hairy.

Although Lu Zhinan sent him a message halfway, blaming him for not going home for the New Year's Eve, not even sending a New Year's greeting message, and finally invited him to go back for a meal, but Song Yan refused.

To be precise, it's not even a refusal, because he didn't reply at all.

Staying moldy at home until the fourteenth of the first lunar month, Song Yan even basically watched the movies and TV series with good reputation in the past two or three years, until the last day before the start of work, he wanted to make some biscuits on a whim.

The oven was bought together with Sheng Yun at the beginning. Song Yan learned a lot of tutorials, and when he was the most caring, he baked a plate every day, and he couldn't eat much. Most of them were solved by Sheng Yun in the end.

Sheng Yun didn't like sweets at first, but in the end he almost felt nauseated when he saw biscuits and cakes. Song Yan realized that he didn't want to embarrass him any more, and put away the oven.

Song Yan dug out the dusty oven from the storage room, found some usable ingredients from the kitchen, and made a plate of basic cookies with cat's claw molds.

Although I haven't done it for a long time, the muscle memory is still there, so after a long time of tossing, the result is not bad.

The edges of the biscuits are browned and crispy, while the middle part is softer and fragrant and attractive. Although they are a little uneven, they are basically the image of a cat's claw, which is not bad to see.

Song Yan took a few photos of the baking pan, thought about it, and posted on Weibo.

@宋燕sy:

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The comments quickly spread out:

@文小墨: My special pass finally worked!

@甜葱: Ahhh, it looks so delicious!

@Autumn’s Little Pants: Wow, it’s in the shape of a cat’s claw, so cute

@喵吉麟: Let’s do a lucky draw on Yanbao!Just smoke this!

@小小人: It looks delicious, help me...

@白兰: Didn’t expect the cub to have this skill hahahaha

Song Yan looked at the comments and still saw the disharmonious content, but this time someone who loved him helped suppress the bad comments.

But he knows very well that people's evaluation of him is still mixed. It's just because Ding Yiming has made too many black drafts, and "Morning Star Project" has not yet been broadcast, so the wind direction has not yet turned.

If there are not enough convincing works to show, these fans who love themselves will sooner or later be attacked as brainless fans who are vases, and even if they want to produce evidence to refute, they will be powerless.

Whether it was in the reading session or the trial shooting stage, he made [-]% efforts, just to make the finished product a solid shield to protect himself and his fans when it is broadcast.

The popular comment about wanting him to draw a lottery to give away cookies received a lot of approval, but Song Yan knew that handmade products are risky after all, and it is not suitable to give away to fans.

But if it's in the circle of friends... it's different.

In his circle of friends, there is a special group for the members of "Morning Star Project", plus friends are all core members who communicate more and have closer contact, including the screenwriter team, director team, and main actors.

Thinking of this, Song Yan posted a circle of friends:

"Handmade cookies made by myself, does anyone want it?"

Song Yan felt a little apprehensive after matching the picture and sending it.

He rarely expressed kindness to people in the circle like this before, and at the same time he rarely felt it.

But the crew of "Morning Star Project" gave him a different feeling.

The members are all relatively young, with kind personalities, and treat him very well. Many of them helped him in the small details of daily shooting, even if it was not their own job scope.

So he was just subconsciously willing to convey some of his kindness.

But...he was still not sure how many people could reply to him.

Song Yan was apprehensive, scrolling casually in the chat list, and suddenly noticed Sheng Yun's chat box.

At this moment, he remembered that when he just added Sheng Yun as a friend, he seemed to have blocked Sheng Yun's permission to view Moments.

It wasn't that there was anything in the circle of friends that Sheng Yun didn't want Sheng Yun to see, but at the time he thought it was his ex-boyfriend after all, so he subconsciously clicked "Only chat" in the options that popped up after adding friends.

He clicked in and opened the permissions of Moments circle.

Going back to the circle of friends, I have received more than a dozen comment reminders.

Lu Jin was the first to rush to the front line:

"Yes, yes! Deduct 1 if you want it, friends!"

With him taking the lead, there will naturally be a long string of "1"s below.

Seeing someone replying, Song Yan was relieved of his uneasy heart.

Seeing that there are so many people under the leadership of Lu Jin, I was a little dumbfounded for a while, and I counted fifteen people who replied. I was worried that if this continues, I might not be able to finish it, so I hurriedly commented:

"Thank you for your likes, I can't do too much, just stop here!"

After the comment, Song Yan counted the number and got up to go to the kitchen.

15 people, one box per person, five or six yuan is about the same, and I can finish it in time this afternoon.

Then go to the bakery to buy some empty boxes and pack them up, and bring them into the group tomorrow as a souvenir.

After the plan was completed, Song Yan hurriedly made the remaining biscuits while his hands were warm.

Thinking about it while doing it, none of the 15 people had Sheng Yun.

What are you thinking?That Young Master Sheng would not have time to look at Moments, let alone be interested in the little biscuits that he was tired of eating.

After baking a plate in the oven, Song Yan changed his clothes, put on his mask and hat, and was ready to go out to buy gift boxes.

Picking up the phone and going out, I refreshed the circle of friends again, and suddenly found that two new comments popped up.

"Sheng Yun: 1."

Coincidentally, it was right under his "Closed" comment.

Song Yan: "..."

Following Sheng Yun's comment is Lu Jin, who is at the forefront of eating melons:

"Brother Sheng, you're late, it's okay, I'll give you half of it."

Fortunately, there were no more below, and the other members didn't continue to make fun of Sheng Yun, and I don't know if it was because Sheng Yun didn't add them as friends, or other people didn't dare.

What a coincidence!

Just at the second after he said the deadline, Sheng Yun posted a comment.

Song Yan felt a little regretful, why didn't he wait half a minute longer before saying the deadline.

Sheng Yun didn't delete the comment, and he didn't know whether he didn't pay attention to this situation or he didn't plan to delete it.

Song Yan was stunned by this coincidence and came to the bakery.

"I'd like to buy some boxes of handmade cookies."

The clerk asked him how many he wanted, and Song Yan subconsciously replied, "16."

No matter what, let's do Sheng Yun's share.

If he doesn't want it, it doesn't matter if he makes an extra copy. The fear is that if he wants it, he doesn't do it himself.

This is the kind of person you can't afford to mess with.

Song Yan worked hard all afternoon before finally packing all the biscuits and putting them in the suitcase properly.

After finally being free, he picked up his phone again, flipped through his comment on sending biscuits, and found that Sheng Yun's "1" was gone, and only Lu Jin was left to reply to his comment without a thought. I put it over there.

It seems that Sheng Yun really discovered this oolong later, so he deleted the comment.

Even through the screen, I could feel a sense of social death.

Song Yan felt a little sorry, clicked on Sheng Yun's chat box to explain, typed "I've already done your share", thought about it and then deleted it.

"It's okay, I've seen it"

"There's more, I'll bring you"

After entering so many versions, Song Yan finally clicked to delete all of them, threw the phone aside, lay down on the sofa and covered his face.

So complicated!

How should I say it?How do you feel it's weird?

If Sheng Yun wished he hadn't seen this comment at all, would it make him feel even worse if he told him so now?

Song Yan, who usually tried to be considerate of others' feelings, fell into a tangle, and his social fear also came from this. Most of the time, he would be careful with people with good intentions, and was afraid of hurting others.

For him, it is easier to get along with those who have bad intentions, just treat them with a cold face and ignore them, but for people who are close to friends, they don't know how to communicate.

Not to mention the relationship with Sheng Yun.

Maybe Sheng Yun just replied casually and regretted it later?

Song Yan put down his phone, and finally decided not to say anything else. Anyway, he has already made 16 cookies, so let's take them over first.

The next day, Song Yan flew to Linzhou with daily necessities and the box of cookies.

An Yuan waited for him directly at the airport and took him through the green passage.Although there are already sisters from the front line who are following him to take pictures, An Yuan greeted them privately, and they are not allowed to come during the winter, and the itinerary has been kept secret.

When they came to the hotel, Song Yan sorted out the cookie boxes first, and An Yuan helped him get some, and the two went downstairs to send them to each room.

In the end, he came back with the only box of cookies that hadn't been sent out, and asked An Yuan: "Mr. Sheng...why didn't you come here?"

An Yuan wondered: "How do I know this? Will he come over? Logically speaking, he won't."

Song Yan paused for a moment, but didn't tell her that Sheng Yun told him that he would join the team again on New Year's Eve.

She looked at the cookie in Song Yan's hand: "Boss Sheng told you that he was coming? Why did you think of giving it to him specially?"

Song Yan passed vaguely: "No, it's just not good to think not to give him a share."

An Yuan nodded, then shook her head slightly: "That's not necessarily...after all..."

Song Yan: "?"

An Yuan put on a mask of pain: "After all, it doesn't necessarily taste like..."

Song Yan: "..."

He couldn't speak for a while, and finally slowly understood the meaning of An Yuan's expression, and asked with some difficulty: "You mean... I cooked it so badly?"

An Yuan patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "I will never forget eating once."

Song Yan was a little dazed. Since he became an actor, he has habitually controlled his figure, and he doesn't like sweets, so he has never tasted the biscuits he made.

At the top of the battle, she gave An Yuan once, but she only said that she didn't like sweets, so she never ate them again.

The only person who ate his biscuits for a long time was Sheng Yun.

And at that time, he never said it was not delicious, but he liked it very much. He didn't say that he ate too much and couldn't eat it until he ate it for more than half a month.

Because of this, Song Yan is even somewhat blindly confident in his baking skills.

Seeing Song Yan fell silent, An Yuan thought that her words were too straightforward and hurt his self-confidence, so she hurried to make amends: "That... it's not particularly bad, it's just average, it's just a little bit sweet, it's okay, and It looks great! Right! Everyone loves it."

Song Yan listened to her recovery one after another, and finally sighed inexplicably, and slowly walked towards the bedroom with the leftover biscuits in his arms, and said wearily, "It's nothing, I'm going to wash up and go to bed."

Ann regretted telling the truth guilt wished to look at Song Yan's lonely back and was quite sorry, but he couldn't say anything more, so he comforted him: "Okay, okay, I'm leaving first, you rest early."

Song Yan returned to the bedroom and lay on his back on the big bed.

The cookie box was placed on her chest, feeling light.

His fingers scratched lightly on the edge of the box, making a small sound.

It turns out that the desserts made by myself are not delicious at all.

That liar Sheng Yun has been lying for so long.

Song Yan thought in a mess, then suddenly turned sideways and picked up the phone.

The meeting room of the Xingxiang Twin Towers Group.

Sheng Yun finished two meetings, and the night was already dark.

Years later, there was a lot of business, the president's office and the secretariat were brightly lit, and the whole floor was so busy that only the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

"You've worked hard tonight." Sheng Yun walked to the office and said to Secretary Lin, "I've worked overtime to this point again."

There was a thick stack of documents in Secretary Lin's hand: "It should."

The boss is still working overtime and they have nothing to complain about.

Of course, the most important thing is that Mr. Sheng's overtime pay is ten times higher.

Secretary Lin then asked: "Are you going to Linzhou in a few days to follow the "Morning Star Project" project in person?"

Sheng Yun loosened his tie, paused for a while before saying, "Not necessarily."

Secretary Lin was taken aback, not necessarily?

Work started on the seventh day of the lunar new year, and he has been working in the company for a week until now.

At the beginning, he said that it was because he had to follow the crew for a period of time after the Lantern Festival, so he handed over and arranged some of the work at hand as soon as possible, and it would be more convenient for the crew to handle it remotely.

Why did you suddenly change your mind when you said you were about to join the group?

Xiao Lin was puzzled, but the boss couldn't speculate randomly, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Sheng Yun returned to the office, told the others to get off work, and stayed in the office by himself, answering Lu Jin's call.

Lu Jin: "Brother Sheng, is the meeting over?"

Sheng Yun said lightly, "Yes."

Lu Jin: "You've worked too hard, it's almost nine o'clock."

Sheng Yun asked back: "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course I have something to do." Lu Jin asked excitedly, "Are you coming tomorrow? I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and have a drink together."

Sheng Yun didn't answer.

When it comes to having a drink, some bad memories are brought back again.

From New Year's Eve to now, Song Yan hasn't sent a single message for two full weeks.

He has been working overtime since the seventh day of the seventh day, and occasionally checks WeChat subconsciously, but as expected, none of them are related to Song Yan.

When I left Song Yan's house, didn't I say "I'm free these few days, no arrangements"?

Did he not understand the meaning of this sentence, or was he not interested in coming to him?

Sheng Yun felt a little irritable. He originally thought that that night...

"Whether I go or not is very important?" His tone was not very good, and he choked Lu Jin, "Film your own scene well."

Lu Jin disagreed with this sentence: "Of course it's important! Why don't you come to control the place."

He added: "Besides, how can you eat the biscuits given by Yanbao if you don't come?"

Sheng Yun sneered.

What to eat, eat the biscuits that Song Yan gave Lu Jin?

Do you look like someone who snatches food from someone else's mouth?

Thinking of this, Sheng Yun felt even more irritable: "Hang up."

After speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Lu Jin any time to react.

Sheng Yun leaned on the back of the chair and pressed the space between his eyebrows.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pressed the secretariat's phone.

The assistant answered the phone, and he whispered, "Cancel my flight tomorrow..."

Just saying this, the phone vibrated suddenly.

He picked it up and saw the new message on WeChat:

Song Yan: [The biscuits will go bad if left for a long time. 】

With a photo.

A small transparent box with turquoise borders, tied with a ribbon on the outside, and the bow is tied a little crookedly, it looks like Song Yan's level.

There are several small biscuits of different shapes inside, all of which look familiar.With just one glance, Sheng Yun felt that his mouth was full of that overly sweet taste again.

But he wasn't disgusted because it had something to do with that person.

Then came the next message: [Are you still coming to the state? 】

Sheng Yun looked at these few messages, and the emotion in his eyes was unclear.

On the phone, the assistant of the secretariat was confirming: "Mr. Sheng? Is tomorrow's flight going to be cancelled?"

Sheng Yun replied quickly: "No cancellation."

Then he hung up the phone and typed in the chat box with Song Yan:

【1. 】

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Mr. Sheng who received his wife’s WeChat message:

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