I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

When the voice fell to the ground, the silence spread again.

Song Yan's grip on his hand froze at the same time.

After a while, Sheng Yun's desire to tease the little cat was satisfied, and he smiled and wanted to withdraw his hand: "Let's go with you..."

Before the word "joke" came out of his mouth, there was a strange tenderness on his fingers.

Sheng Yun's voice stopped abruptly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Song Yan lowered his head, and covered the wound on Sheng Yun's finger with his soft lips. The soft and warm touch seemed to start from that place and climb to other parts of the body in detail.

Sheng Yun stared intently at Song Yan's drooping eyebrows in the darkness, and his Adam's apple slid imperceptibly.

"Don't..." Sheng Yun exerted a little force and pulled his hand back suddenly, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan raised his head to look at him with an innocent expression: "Didn't you say that a kiss wouldn't hurt?"

Sheng Yun: "..."

Mr. Sheng, who never allowed himself to be fooled, felt that he had once again suffered from being dumb because of the person in front of him.

Is that what he meant by kiss?

It's even harder than just a kiss.

However, Song Yan's expression seemed too natural and sincere, as if he really understood it that way, which made Sheng Yun feel a little embarrassed.

"...Yes, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Sheng Yun suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, turned around and walked out of the alley uncomfortably, "Go to the pharmacy."

Song Yan was behind him, looking at his stagnant back, raised his hand to smooth the corners of his lips that couldn't help but suppress the urge to laugh out loud.

There was indeed a pharmacy not far away, and the two of them went in to get bandages. Song Yan wanted to ask for a bottle of povidone iodine for disinfection, but Sheng Yun refused.

"Don't be so troublesome." After paying the payment, Sheng Yun pulled Song Yan out of the pharmacy, "It's not such a deep injury."

Song Yan looked back at the pharmacy, hesitant: "I always think it would be better to disinfect."

After all, I don't know where it hurt.

Sheng Yun didn't take it seriously, and handed him the band-aid.

Song Yan: "?"

Sheng Yun took it for granted: "Help me post it."

Song Yan didn't answer, hesitantly said: "You..."

Sheng Yun asked back: "Can I do it with one hand?"

Song Yan pursed his lips, almost wanting to say "yes".

If there is anything wrong, it is just a little effort, and it is not a child.

Song Yanru complained in his heart, but he didn't say it after all, but let him go: "Okay."

Song Yan took the band-aid, and Sheng Yun stretched out his fingers naturally.

After putting the bandage on the wound, Song Yan remembered the bruise on his wrist that he saw just now.

"What's going on with you here?" He went to lift Sheng Yun's cuff, "I just saw..."

Sheng Yun immediately withdrew his hand and fastened the unbuttoned cuffs: "It's nothing, let's go."

Song Yan still wanted to ask, but suddenly realized that his concern had crossed the line.

He was in a trance tonight, dazzled by Sheng Yun's ambiguity, he even forgot that his relationship with Sheng Yun was always the ex, and it hadn't changed.

Song Yan pulled his mask, lowered his eyes, and returned to the night market again. He subconsciously became a little more vigilant, and sure enough, he didn't see any suspicious people.

Was it really just tourists taking pictures just now?

He was still holding the box of potted meat in his hand, but it was almost completely cold after running just now.

Sheng Yun noticed that he stopped eating, and asked, "Go and buy a new one."

Song Yan shook his head, he was still a little worried: "No, just go back and warm up, go back quickly."

Sheng Yun looked at him for a while, seeing that his attitude was very firm, he didn't say anything else.

The two got into the car and went back to the crew hotel.

Sheng Yun was holding the steering wheel, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the finger with the band-aid on it.

It seemed that the warm touch was still lingering on it, which made him a little inexplicably distracted.

He lightly clasped his fingers on the steering wheel, and then pressed hard, arousing a little tingling sensation from the wound, before he calmed down his mind.

Song Yanwo was in the co-pilot, holding the cold pot of meat in both hands, feeling a little pity.

It's been a long time since I tasted it. It's best to eat it freshly fried, but I only had time to eat one slice.

Because he remembered the freshly baked meat that passed away with the wind, he began to regret that he might as well not be so frightened.

"By the way." He took advantage of the opportunity to recall a relatively distant event, "Who was that sneak shot you caught last time?"

Sheng Yun obviously didn't remember: "Which time?"

"At the manor hotel at the reading meeting, there was a sneak shot first, and then I ran into a suspicious doctor on duty." Song Yan tried to be as detailed as possible to remind him, "Didn't you take the security personnel to arrest it? "

After finishing speaking, Song Yan touched his nose, feeling that his description was a bit strange.

It made it look like Sheng Yun was like a security captain.

Sheng Yun remembered, and said simply: "He was originally a doctor in the hotel, but he was infiltrated by an illegitimate student and became an undercover agent."

Song Yan asked: "Is that all?"

Sheng Yun took a look at him: "It's the person placed by Ding Yiming's team."

Song Yan fell silent and nodded.

Sure enough.

He always felt that Sheng Yun seemed to be very defensive towards Ding Yiming, or it was a signal that if Ding Yiming was dishonest, he would redouble his efforts to fight back. Because of this, neither of the two parties really took any action now.

The source of this hostility, he is not so confident that he thinks it is himself, but Ding Yiming may have also touched a certain bottom line of Sheng Yun.

Song Yan didn't say anything more, Sheng Yun said suddenly: "Even if someone takes some photos that are not good for you, I have the ability to suppress it."

He said in a low voice, like a promise, but also like comfort: "So you don't have to be afraid."

Song Yan felt his heart jump, and some inexplicable emotions spread.

"actually……"

After saying one word, he didn't say any more.

Sheng Yun keenly caught his hesitation and asked, "What?"

Song Yan pursed her thin lips, and said for a while, "It's nothing."

Sheng Yun's expression suddenly fell, but he didn't continue to ask.

Back at the hotel, Song Yan reheated the cold pot-packed meat in the oven again. Although the taste had declined, the taste was still good.

The phone rang, and Song Yan picked it up to look, and saw that it was Sheng Yun's WeChat:

[What about handmade biscuits? 】

Song Yan: "!"

Almost forgot.

He ran to the refrigerator, opened it and took out the box of biscuits.

His eyes fell on the cookies in the box, and he paused.

Recalling what An Yuan said... This biscuit is actually not tasty, it's too sweet.

Do you want to continue to use this taste bomb to Huo Huo Shengyun?

Thinking of how many biscuits of this flavor Sheng Yun ate last year in order not to hurt his self-esteem, Song Yan inevitably felt a little embarrassed.

His eyes fell on the oven that had just been used.

Yes, there is an oven here.

This is a hotel, so there must be ingredients needed for baking.

Rather than...

He replied to Sheng Yun:

[Sorry, let me make another copy for you. 】

There is "the other party is typing..." on the chat box. Seeing these words, Song Yan didn't leave the screen until Sheng Yun's new reply:

【? 】

Concise and concise, cherish words like gold.

Song Yan entered an explanation in the input box, but before finishing writing, Sheng Yun sent another message:

【understood. 】

Song Yan paused, and deleted the content in the input box.

Anyway, the other party doesn't need to explain, just bring it to him when it's ready.

Lying on the bed, Song Yan began to look up the formula, trying to find out what was wrong with him, and only washed up and went to bed when he saw that he was drowsy.

At four o'clock in the morning, Song Yan's bedside alarm clock rang.

He turned off the alarm clock, although he really wanted to continue to sleep, but after 3 minutes of intellectual and emotional struggle, he still got up on the verge of falling asleep again.

After a cursory wash, he put on his clothes and began to practice his vocalizations.

When he was in school, he never neglected to practice his lines. Although he didn't see any possibility of receiving a play at that time, he still continued day after day.

Commonly used vocalization exercises are already muscle memory, just speaking.

He remembered that Lu Zhinan had taught him many practice formulas.

When she was very young, before Lu Zhinan married into the Song family, she would still get up early in the morning to practice her voice. At that time, she was very curious, so Lu Zhinan taught herself, and later she even brought herself to practice together.

Although his memory is blurred, he can occasionally recall the scene of practicing tongue twisters under the supervision of his mother in the early morning sunshine.

The suite was connected to a garden terrace, and he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terrace, watching the east turn white.

Different from when I was a child, now every morning like this, there is only my own voice, only my own shadow.

Song Yan was a little sleepy, he opened the door tentatively, and found that the temperature outside was not too low, just refreshing, so he went out.

The air outside was relatively fresh and pleasant, so he simply stood on the terrace and recited his lines in a low voice.

After reciting the lines for several scenes, Song Yan took a break for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of something falling to the ground beside him.

With the help of a little light from the room, he picked up a small thing that was left on the ground, and found that it was a piece of milk candy.

Song Yan stood up suspiciously, walked to the edge of the terrace, and glanced down.

The layout of different floors of the hotel is different. The lower left of the terrace happens to be the open-air garden of the suite downstairs, and he can see it from this angle.

Sheng Yun was sitting on a chair in the open-air garden, with a cup of coffee and a laptop in front of him.

Seeing Song Yan looking over, he raised his head to meet his gaze.

Song Yan was taken aback, took out his mobile phone and made a voice call.

Sheng Yun on the terrace below tapped the bluetooth headset on his ear and picked up the phone.

Song Yan: "...Why are you so early?"

Sheng Yun whispered: "Aren't you early too?"

"I'm reciting lines." Song Yan said truthfully, "How long have you been up? Are you busy with work?"

Sheng Yun glanced at the time: "Some business affairs are more urgent, and it only takes more than half an hour."

"Is not It Cold?"

Sheng Yun chuckled: "Didn't you come out too?"

Song Yan was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that not only would he get up at four or five in the morning, and brave the cold wind to run on the terrace to refresh himself.

He thought he was acting a little silly.

Sheng Yun said: "Go back after memorizing, are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

As soon as the two went up and down, they could still see it from the air, so Song Yan nodded: "I'm going back, so be careful."

Sheng Yun responded and hung up the phone.

Song Yan took a few steps back, and suddenly realized that the way he just recited his lines was probably seen by Sheng Yun.

He was still holding that toffee in his hand, and he didn't know how Sheng Yun happened to have this at hand.

He peeled the toffee into his mouth, and the sweet taste spread.

After intensive shooting for three or four days, Song Yan got up early every morning to recite his lyrics. It was not until the sun was bright that he stretched his waist and exercised his muscles and bones, ready to eat some breakfast and start work.

On the afternoon of the weekend, Chi Chao also came.

They had been filming in groups before, and it was the first time the two of them filmed a scene together until today.

The filming took place in the afternoon, and the filming went smoothly, with almost no NG. Apart from the emotions outside the scene, Song Yan felt that the cooperation with Chi Chao in the film was a mutual achievement.

The only thing that makes him feel a little uneasy between takes is that...

Sheng Yun also came to the set today, and sat behind the main monitor with Lu Jin.

Although Song Yan was completely immersed in it during the filming, she also subconsciously looked in the direction of Sheng Yun when preparing.

Although after the afternoon, Sheng Yun seemed to look very calm, but he didn't show any abnormalities, as if the tension at the dinner table a few nights ago didn't exist.

As the chief director, Lu Jin's filming went smoothly, and he was very proud of himself. He felt more and more that the male lead and male lead he chose were perfect candidates, and couldn't help but praise himself for his unique vision.

"Look! The spark between the two of them!" During the break, Lu Jin boasted to Sheng Yun who was sitting beside him silently, "Is my vision too good? Brother Sheng, do you agree?"

Sheng Yun didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on the center of the set.

Chi Chaozheng took the warm blanket from his assistant and handed it to Song Yan.

With such a seemingly normal movement, Sheng Yun immediately squinted his eyes slightly, and curled up his distinct knuckles.

"Brother Sheng?" Lu Jin couldn't hear the response, so she turned to look at him, "What are you thinking?"

Sheng Yun ignored him, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Contact Song Yan's team assistant." Sheng Yun's tone was quite unpleasant, "Does my own artist still need someone else's assistant to take care of me?"

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Lu Jin felt the faint murderous aura rising from the side, and slowly slowed down in surprise, before carefully asking: "What's wrong?"

Lu Jin looked at Sheng Yun's face, then looked at the field, and also noticed that Chi Chao's assistant handed Song Yan some water, and Song Yan's team assistant was talking to the makeup artist. One was by his side.

He understood, and echoed, "This is too careless."

Lu Jin knew that Song Yan had always been soft-tempered, and he was always easy to talk to the people in the team. After a long time, it was inevitable that some people who had no wink would push their noses in the face.

Sheng Yun didn't say a word, his expression was cold.

It wasn't until Song Yan's assistant team picked up the phone, showing nervous expressions, and returning to Song Yan's side to take care of him, that his expression improved a little.

Lu Jin felt that the air pressure around her was much better, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and continued the topic just now: "The two of them have a tacit understanding. It seems that knowing each other when they were young is quite useful...Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Jin noticed Sheng Yun's icy gaze, and immediately shivered.

He carefully probed: "I said something wrong... what?"

Sheng Yun slowly replied word by word: "Stop talking."

Lu Jin: "..."

I can't figure it out, the benefactor's mind is really unpredictable.

Lu Jin's mind went back and forth for a while, and finally his association and creativity as a director helped him, making him think of an impossible but somewhat possible conclusion.

He turned his head abruptly and stared at Sheng Yun.

His gaze was burning like a torch, and Sheng Yun soon noticed it, took a sip of coffee and swallowed it, turned to look at him, frowned and said, "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"Brother Sheng." Lu Jin asked cautiously, "Are you interested in Yan Zai...?"

Sheng Yun happened to take another sip of coffee, and choked suddenly when he heard this.

This reaction was tantamount to self-reporting. Lu Jin was even shocked by his insight, and was speechless for a while: "Damn it, really?"

Sheng Yun put down the coffee cup and sneered, "Of course not."

Lu Jin shook his head slowly, and said firmly, "No, no, you are being stubborn."

Sheng Yun squinted his eyes, his eyes almost cut Lu Jin's throat with a knife.

Lu Jin thought for a while, and suddenly said, "I understand, you are embarrassed to say because you haven't caught up yet."

Sheng Yun said coldly: "You..."

The more Lu Jin thought about it, the more logical he felt: "No wonder you always secretly seem to pay attention to him! The other day you replied that you wanted his biscuits!!"

Sheng Yun's face became darker and darker: "Do you want to..."

Lu Jin also didn't care about his own safety, and was immersed in this shocking secret: "Brother Sheng has a temper like a young master, and he must not be able to bear the fact that the person he likes doesn't like him! So you refuse to admit it!"

Lu Jin was beaming and looked at Sheng Yun with bright eyes, seeking his affirmation.

Sheng Yun was speechless for a while, and stared at this stupid Lu Jin for a moment.

He gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "How do you know that he must not..."

Halfway through the talk, Sheng Eldest Young Master Temper Yun finally failed to say the shameful word "like me".

But Lu Jin already knew what he wanted to say, so he opened his mouth wide.

That's an admission!

Damn, brother Sheng is actually emotional, and the iron tree is blooming! !

Lu Jin's heart was turbulent, but he immediately thought of a fatal question.

I really can't say that Yan Zai doesn't like him.

Otherwise, the first person to die is himself.

"That..." Lu Jin changed the subject and made a 180-degree turn, "Of course it's not that Yan Zai doesn't have feelings for you, it's just..."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Jin felt that Sheng Yun's expression softened a lot with the naked eye, and the knife on his neck was also put down.

He was relieved now, and continued to speak: "It's just Yan Zai's personality, and I guess it's impossible to say it even if I feel it."

Sheng Yun frowned: "Really?"

Lu Jin looked determined: "Don't you feel it? He is a person. Although he looks indifferent and doesn't care about anyone, he is still easy to get along with. The more easy-going a person is, the more passive he is. Like a hedgehog, he curls himself up at every turn to keep people away..."

Sheng Yun seemed to be in deep thought. After listening to Lu Jinxu's ramblings, he finally clicked his tongue and interrupted him: "Then what do you think we should do to people like him?"

Lu Jin clenched his fists violently: "Impress him with fierce enthusiasm! Loot him with wild love! Occupy him with strong methods!"

Sheng Yun paused for a moment, then sneered: "Take care if you are sick."

"..." Lu Jin pouted, "You don't believe me, okay, then let me ask you, how have you treated him these days, and how did he react?"

Sheng Yun summed it up: "Treat it normally, there is no reaction."

Lu Jin: "..."

He was a little helpless: "Brother, you are single based on your strength."

Sheng Yun squinted his eyes and his Adam's apple moved, but he still didn't say anything.

For so long, since Song Yan broke up with him inexplicably, he had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out.

All of a sudden, Lu Jin punctured the layer of paper, but he still couldn't help but say, "I've made it very obvious, shouldn't he take the initiative?"

Sheng Yun concealed some information, but what he really wanted to ask was——

It was Song Yan who broke up with him at the beginning, and now they meet again, if he wants to get back together, shouldn't Song Yan mention it to him?

Lu Jin shook her head again and again: "No, no, you still don't understand him."

Lu Jin, a bystander, summed up his years of experience in watching people and came to a conclusion:

"This child has a lot of thoughts at first sight. If you don't open his heart, are you waiting for him to suffocate himself?"

At noon the next day, the crew had lunch, and Song Yan sat in the rest shed, holding a lunch box and reading the script.

Chi Chao sat next to him to talk to him, and after finishing the dialogue, he noticed a small bag beside Song Yan.

"There's..." He poked his head and glanced, "Biscuits?"

When Song Yan heard this, his expression was a little unnatural: "Yes."

Chi Chao directly reached out and took a box from the bag, and Song Yan frowned immediately.

Chi Chao looked at the box and said with a smile, "Look at this, you made it yourself?"

Song Yan nodded.

In the past few days, he used his free time to make the cookies with the new recipe in a hurry, and tasted them several times. He only made the ones he was satisfied with yesterday, and he planned to find a chance to give them to Sheng Yun today.

He didn't throw away the box of old recipe biscuits that he still had, but brought them out together to see if he could barely make a cushion when filming and it was too late to eat.

But now, that box of old biscuits was held by Chi Chao.

Song Yan explained: "I made some before and distributed them to the crew members."

Chi Chao smiled and joked, "Then who is this for? Don't you want me?"

Song Yan thought for a while: "Then you can take this."

It's not tasty anyway.

Although he was a little unhappy with Chi Chao that day, he didn't intend to really tear up his face with him, and just got along like an ordinary colleague.

Chi Chao thanked him, opened the biscuit on the spot, and took a bite.

Song Yan continued to read the script, and then heard Chi Chao say: "I feel that there is too much sugar, and the heat is not very good."

Song Yan: "..."

Got it, thank you.

Song Yan didn't look up, so he pretended he didn't hear it.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the rest shed, and Zhou Chun who was at the side called out: "Mr. Sheng is good."

Song Yan suddenly raised his head.

Behind Sheng Yun was the secretary who carried the suitcase, Song Yan asked in surprise, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, I've been on a business trip for a few days." Sheng Yun replied, his eyes suddenly noticed the small biscuit that Chi Chao had opened in his hand, his brows frowned suddenly, and his words were a little absent-minded, "I told Lu Jin, come over and call you guys." Say hello and go."

Song Yan nodded in a daze: "Okay, all the way is going well."

Why are you leaving again.

Sheng Yun left without saying anything.

After the others had disappeared, Song Yan suddenly realized.

The cookies haven't been given to him yet!

This business trip and I don't know how many days it will take to see you again, so the biscuits are broken.

And this time it was very successful. If I wait for the next time, I don’t know if I can make cookies of this level.

Song Yan didn't think much, picked up the paper bag containing the biscuits and ran after him.

Sheng Yun had already arrived outside the set, and the Rolls Royce was waiting for him outside the door.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, in a bad mood, and his thoughts were very disturbed. The scene of Chi Chao holding the familiar gift box could not be shaken off before his eyes.

"President Sheng!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Sheng Yun's footsteps subconsciously stopped.

When he turned around, he saw Song Yan chasing after him with a paper bag in his arms, running out of breath.

"This is for you." Song Yan thought in his heart that he was lucky enough to catch up, and before he could catch his breath, he quickly took out the cookie box and handed it to him, "I just made it, this will taste better."

Song Yan noticed that Sheng Yun's brows were slightly frowned, and he was a little nervous because he thought that Sheng Yun probably saw the biscuit box in Chi Chao's hand.

There may have been misunderstandings that should not have occurred.

He frowned, feeling a little uneasy, and didn't know how to speak for a moment, so he could only whisper:

"The newly made ones don't have a gift box, so I just use this ordinary biscuit box..."

Sheng Yun stared at the box in his hand for a while, then fell silent for a while.

After a while, he joked: "Is it really more delicious? It can't be dark food, right?"

Song Yan was startled, realizing that he was no longer angry, but just kidding himself, he was relieved and at the same time felt a little speechless.

The biscuits specially made for him would probably make this young master proud to death.

Song Yan simply opened the box, took out a piece, and took a bite: "I tested the poison for you."

He sent the opened box in his hand to Sheng Yun: "You try?"

Sheng Yun smiled lightly.

In the next second, the wrist of Song Yan's other hand was grabbed.

Before Song Yan could react, he saw Sheng Yun lowered his head, almost touching his hand.

There was a warm breath from the fingertips, and there was a soft sound from the half-bitten biscuit in his hand.

Sheng Yun raised his head, carefully chewed the cookie that Song Yan ate, and said softly, "It's really delicious."

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Action Director: Lu Jin