I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

【What are you doing】

When Song Yan uttered these three words, he felt nauseous.

Fortunately, from a literal point of view, it was just a plain greeting, it was nothing, and Sheng Yun would definitely not think too much about it.

After a while, Sheng Yun didn't reply. Song Yan got tired of waiting and quit to watch Weibo.

The premiere of the first episode is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, Saturday night at [-] o'clock.

After the official blog posted a fixed-file Weibo, the square was full of topical discussions, and most of them expressed their expectations.

Because there is no traffic participation in this drama, the popularity is not that high.

Song Yan casually took a look, and it might be a good thing that the enthusiasm in his heart is not high. If the hot search topic is really raised too high, I'm afraid Ding Yiming's fans will step on it.

After Ding Yiming resigned from the film crew, he was unexpectedly quiet for a while. Song Yan didn't know the inside story, but guessed that it was mostly influenced by Xingxiang Media, and there might be something unpleasant secretly, so he had to temporarily cover up his edge.

I have to say, going against Sheng Yun... is really not a good thing.

A message popped up on WeChat, Song Yan clicked in, and saw a photo sent by Sheng Yun.

The night view of the CBD seen from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Yan knew this place, and knew that Sheng Yun was still in his office.

Song Yan sent a message saying:

【still busy? 】

Sheng Yun:

【Um. 】

【Are you free on Saturday? 】

He sent a location. Song Yan opened the map and looked at it. It seemed to be an off-road racing track at the foot of the mountains in the suburbs. Large-scale events are held here every year, and reservations are usually accepted.

Song Yan didn't know if it meant driving or watching a game, and he didn't seem to have heard of any games recently, but this may also be because he didn't care about this aspect of activities.

Saturday……

It happened to be the premiere day.

Originally, his plan was to stay at home all day, but since Sheng Yun proposed, he was a little shaken.

When Sheng Yun didn't contact him, he felt that it might be difficult for him to get in touch with him again, and he felt a little lost.

When he got in touch, he suddenly felt withdrawn again, wondering whether he should go or not.

If this continues, the relationship between him and Sheng Yun seems to be getting more and more chaotic.

As if seeing through his wavering, Sheng Yun sent another message:

[Is there something going on that day? 】

Song Yan replied honestly:

【No. 】

Sheng Yun then replied:

【Then I will pick you up then. 】

This means that there is no room for change, and the decision has been made for him.

Seeing Sheng Yun's words, Song Yan felt relieved.

You don't have to worry about how to reply anymore, just listen to what he said.

Song Yan put down his phone, touched the root of Tangyuan's ear, and was a little lost in thought.

It's like a date inexplicably.

He and Sheng Yun had never dated before. From the first day, he brought Sheng Yun back to live in his house, and they quickly changed from roommates to lovers.

In retrospect, he doesn't even remember the process of dating, after all, he took the initiative at that time.

Thinking of what happened that day, Song Yan's memory was a little fuzzy, but he vaguely felt that he was a little ashamed.

-

"……What's wrong?"

"hug."

Song Yan himself didn't expect to say such nasty words, and he said them in a nasal voice with a crying voice.

He just felt wronged and impulsive.

"I almost died during the day."

"I fell down while hanging Wia."

"It's miserable being a stuntman."

Sheng Yun looked at Song Yan who had been cold and calm since becoming a roommate, his nose turned red from crying, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was speechless for a while.

He's not very good at comforting people, especially those who cry so pitifully.

But to make this cat who doesn't seem to care about anything cry so badly, it must be on the verge of mental breakdown, and it can't be just because of drinking some wine.

Song Yan cried and complained alone with Jiu Jin, and slowly realized that the person in front of him was a little too calm.

It's already so miserable, why doesn't he come to give her a hug?

It's okay to reach out for a symbolic hug!

Not only did he not hug him, he didn't even say a word of comfort.

Song Yan felt a little dizzy under the catalysis of a little alcohol, and also blamed himself for why he said something and hugged him first.

It's a bit embarrassing.

"Forget it." Song Yan dropped a sentence, stood up and wanted to go back to the bedroom, "Just pretend that what happened tonight didn't happen."

A chuckle came from behind, and then Song Yan's wrist was grabbed.

"Angry?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

Sheng Yun felt a little funny: "Why don't you look back at me if you're not angry?"

Song Yan struggled for his hand, although the strength of this movement was not deterrent, nor did it show determination.

Sheng Yun wanted not to care about the drunken person, so he coaxed him patiently: "Then tell me what do you want from me?"

Song Yan suddenly turned around and stared at him.

I said it just now, didn't you listen?

The cat's eyes were shining, filled with faint tears, the corners of the eyes and nose were red, and the expression was very pitiful.

Sheng Yun blinked twice, and came to his senses.

In the next second, Song Yan was hugged into that embrace.

"can not tell."

Sheng Yun's smiling voice sounded above his head, "You're pretty good at seducing people."

-

"Meow~"

Tangyuan cried out, pulling Song Yan back from his thoughts.

He doesn't have any memories of the later ones, he only knows that he and Sheng Yun have started a couple's life inexplicably afterwards.

There is no process of pursuit, no ceremony of confession, and even no ambiguous progress from approaching to holding hands.

Just because of his impulsive "hug", the nature of the relationship has changed.

"Hey."

Song Yan touched Tangyuan's head and muttered, "It's too impulsive."

It was really impulsive.

At that time, he had just moved out of the Song family. He had lived in the Song family for about three months before, and it was the only time he lived with his mother and stepfather's family as an adult.

It was also the time he didn't want to recall the most since he was an adult.

Maybe it's because I have suffered too much grievance in my original family, or maybe it's just because I almost had an accident when hanging Wia, and I have a bad mentality of simply having fun in time.

And then it became like that.

The phone rang, and Song Yan picked it up: "Sister An."

An Yuan simply said: "Just now the crew informed that there will be a live broadcast tomorrow night."

"Live broadcast?" Song Yan thought that the broadcast would start soon, and guessed, "Drama announcement?"

"Yes, the drama announcement." An Yuan explained, "I also asked, and I feel that the live broadcast of the drama announcement is a bit early, but I guess it may be because the current popularity is still a bit low, so I want to advance the drama announcement."

Song Yan: "What time?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening." An Yuan said, "About half an hour, you don't need to be too nervous, and you don't need to make any special preparations."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's rare to hear that you told me not to make special preparations."

An Yuan was silent for two seconds: "You are right, if I say that, I have reason to suspect that you will appear on camera without washing your face."

She explained: "The main reason is that I don't think the number of viewers will be too many. After all, the broadcast has not started, and the popularity of the official announcement has almost gone down. The only hot search during the filming was the topic of the fairy crew box lunch, but this How can I remember so many people who have competed in the entertainment industry for a few days."

She was afraid that what she said would hurt Song Yan's confidence, so she added: "Of course, it's all because the broadcast hasn't started yet."

Song Yan didn't really care about the popularity, but he was a little unfamiliar with this kind of thing, and hesitantly said: "I haven't broadcast live much."

An Yuan carelessly comforted him: "Just think of it as chatting with a few of my fans, is it possible that a bunch of people can come in to watch?"

On the night of the live broadcast, Song Yan looked at the number of people in the upper left corner of the live broadcast room, and wanted to sew An Yuan's open mouth on the spot.

Joining him in the live broadcast was a supporting actor who had already finished filming today. He was a little younger than him, a student, and didn't dress up much. He appeared on the scene wearing a peaked cap.

Seeing the increasing number of people, the peaked cap was also very shocked, and smiled for a long time: "Teacher Song's popularity is too strong."

When the broadcast first started, Song Yan was able to answer the questions in the live broadcast room relatively calmly, but as the number of people increased, his tongue gradually began to get knotted.

Fortunately, Cap is a purely social bully boy who can speak and behave, and has attracted a lot of attention.

【I'm afraid Yan Zai is shy】

【Absolutely shy, not very good at talking】

[Help, should everyone who is not present leave halfway first?Let Yan Zai not be speechless?Hahahahaha]

[Hahahaha why don't you go!Big leak! 】

[It's okay, isn't there a cutie here? It's so interesting to let him talk]

[Yes, yes, yes, Yanbao is pleasing to the eye just by appearing on camera without talking!Just looking at this face is enough]

[Also, Song Yan can be a vase with peace of mind]

【? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

[What is that yin and yang weirdness?Heizi is gone?Don't come to our live broadcast room, thank you】

[The vase is a hammer, so you know how to hack this, and your boss doesn't even dare to act, isn't it even more embarrassing?]

【Who will end up with? Neuropathy】

【Just leave him alone】

[Does it have something to do with others? Don't just take others out, OK? 】

Seeing that the bullet screen was arguing because of the word "vase", Song Yan was a little surprised.

The peaked cap didn't dare to play tricks anymore, fearing that he would be tricked because of his improper handling, so he sneaked a nervous look at Song Yan's expression.

After a while, Song Yan watched the fans defending himself being attacked more and more fiercely, so he frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"Everyone stop arguing."

He pursed his lips, and said, "Is it a vase? Don't you know when the broadcast starts? Why bother?"

【Yeah! !Slap them in the face with your works]

[Speechless, please stop arguing with them, it's really unnecessary]

[Watch the live broadcast with peace of mind, everything will be known when the broadcast starts]

[+1]

【agree】

The wind direction of the barrage was turned back a little, but it still couldn't fully return to the right track.

Just as Song Yan was thinking about how to continue to reconcile the atmosphere in the live broadcast room, colorful bombing-like special effects suddenly appeared on the screen.

[wdtg sent 990 skyscrapers and stuffed them into red envelopes]

[wdtg sent 999 bazookas and stuffed them into red envelopes]

[wdtg sent 999 cruise ships and stuffed them into red envelopes]

Song Yan blinked, confused.

[Fuck, fuck, there are red envelopes!Am I blind? ?I grabbed more than 100! 】

【I was blinded by the light of money! !I grabbed more than 50! 】

[Which boss is so proud!There are so many people in the live broadcast room, tens of millions of red envelopes must be given out...]

The barrage was completely attracted by the snatching of the red envelopes. Song Yan looked at the ID that gave out the red envelopes and vaguely felt a little familiar.

Not long after, a banner was drawn across the live broadcast room:

[@Director Lu Jin entered the live broadcast room]

Lu Jin still has some of his own popularity, and there are also some people in the live broadcast room who came to him to watch the show and announced the live broadcast, and it immediately became lively:

【Old Overland Wheat】

[Old Lu shows his face! 】

[Is it a red envelope from Director Lu?Boss atmosphere! 】

[Lu Dao is grand! 】

[@Director Lu Jin: ...Thinking too much, do I have that much money? 】

Having said that, Lu Jin also sent a red envelope, but the amount was much smaller.

【Director Lu is stingy】

【mean】

【mean】

【…】

Seeing a series of stinginess, Song Yan also laughed out loud.

Seeing that the atmosphere is much better, the peaked cap also continued to perform its own rhythmic responsibility.

A live broadcast ended in this lively and harmonious atmosphere.

After the broadcast ended, Song Yan pressed the corner of his mouth that was stiff with a smile, and collapsed on the sofa to rest.

It's only been half an hour, but it feels like a long time.

He thought of the ID "wdtg" and always thought it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Opening Weibo, he found that a topic was also trending:

#wdtg who is#

Song Yan: "..."

Sure enough, not only he cared, but everyone cared too.

Click on the hot search, and many fans who just came out of the live broadcast room are discussing who this aggressive wdtg is, but there is no result. Most people tend to be a rich woman who is controlling the field.

Song Yan vaguely suspected that it was Sheng Yun, but he was not sure.

Because Sheng Yun sent him a WeChat message during dinner, Song Yan replied that he would broadcast live tonight, and he said that he had work tonight.

He felt that Sheng Yun didn't need to lie.

In addition, he is now completely sure that Sheng Yun is actually a workaholic. If he says he is busy with work, he is definitely busy with work, and his relatives don't recognize him.

The topic of "Looking for wdtg" has been buzzing for a long time, but somehow it has become more popular, and the replay of the live broadcast has been watched by millions of people.

It has been lively until midnight, but no one has found out who this ID is.

Lying on the bed after washing, Song Yan became interested in who this person was. Curiosity prompted him to ignore other things, and sent a WeChat message directly to Sheng Yun.

【is that you? 】

Sheng Yun didn't reply for a long time, Song Yan guessed that he was probably busy.

He didn't urge, and continued to browse Weibo for a while, and it took half an hour before he received Sheng Yun's WeChat reply:

【no. 】

Song Yan was not surprised by this answer.

That's weird, who is it?

Sheng Yun sent another message:

[You care about it? 】

Song Yan watched the news, and inexplicably smelled a little sour from the screen.

[...Of course not, everyone is very concerned about it, and it's all on the hot search. 】

Sheng Yun didn't continue this topic, but said:

[I'll pick you up downstairs at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, can you get up?Postpone if you can't get up. 】

Song Yan replied:

[Get up. 】

He slept well and early in the past two days. He basically went to bed before eleven o'clock, and it was not a problem to go downstairs at eight o'clock.

Anyway, I can't be bothered to clean up.

The next morning, Song Yan really went downstairs with a mess of hair on his head.

When he went out, he vaguely felt that it would be better if he didn't take care of it, but when he thought about going out with Sheng Yun, he felt it was unnecessary.

What does he look like Sheng Yun has never seen before?

Although one should always care about one's image in front of one's predecessor, Song Yan didn't think so.

After all, the relationship between Sheng Yun and Sheng Yun is neither fish nor fowl, neither dating nor ex.

Sheng Yun's car was parked downstairs waiting for him. Seeing the bristly hair on his head, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Did you just get up from the bed and go downstairs?"

Song Yan got on the co-pilot silently, and patted his hair upon hearing this.

Although he didn't care, it didn't mean he was willing to slander his image by Sheng Yun, so he remained silent in protest.

Sheng Yun didn't say anything, just said half hidden and half: "I don't care, it's just..."

Song Yan wanted to ask him what it was, but he refused to say.

It wasn't until he came to the cross-country racing field that he seemed to understand something.

Song Yan stood there for two seconds, looking at several heavily armed men who were preparing beside heavy motorcycles of various styles not far away.

Sheng Yun urged beside him: "Let's go."

Song Yan turned his head stiffly: "You didn't tell me there were others."

Sheng Yun said calmly: "Who else is there? We all drive our own cars."

"Oh." He added another sentence, and said slowly, "Of course I have to say hello first, we are old friends."

Song Yan was incompetent and furious on the spot.

Speaking of which, he could be regarded as an actor who is about to start a hit drama.

Just woke up, no makeup, no hair, just go out to meet strangers.

"Who are they all?" Song Yan asked dryly, "You want me to completely lose my reputation in the circle."

Although he didn't intend to do so, active and passive are still different.

Sheng Yun's smile faded, and he said in a low voice, "No, they are not from the circle."

"What?" Song Yan was a little surprised, "That's..."

A staff member delivered the equipment, Sheng Yun took the helmet, pressed it on Song Yan's head, and looked it over: "Well, it's very suitable."

Song Yan had never worn this kind of helmet before, so he was a little confused for a while.

Sheng Yun said with satisfaction: "It's custom-made, the size is not a problem."

It's like a cat wearing a lion dance headgear, somehow, it's cute.

Song Yan lowered his eyelids and felt that the smile on his face seemed to be mocking him, so he raised his hand and pulled his helmet: "It's ugly, right? You..."

Sheng Yun pulled his hand down: "Of course not."

After grabbing his hand, Sheng Yun didn't let go, and pulled him to the front of the few people who were about to go on the track.

"Yo, long time no see."

"Is this a new friend?"

"I haven't heard you say that, welcome to join."

Several people greeted each other, but no one noticed what Song Yan's face looked like under the helmet.

After a shallow greeting, everyone dispersed, some went to their own tracks, and some made appointments for competitions.

Only then did Song Yan understand why Sheng Yun said "not from the circle".

Not only was he not from the circle, judging from their attitude towards Sheng Yun and the names they called him, it seemed that no one knew his identity.

But the fake name they mentioned was the name Sheng Yun used when he was in love with him.

Song Yan laughed suddenly, then turned to look at Sheng Yun: "You still have two identities."

Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Sheng Yun vaguely felt that Song Yan was not very happy.

"It's always been there." Sheng Yun looked at him steadily, trying to make him realize the truth of his words, "But I never lied to you."

Song Yan was noncommittal.

Lies about identity, partial name, and experience, isn't that considered cheating?

He has never asked this question directly, perhaps because he also has secrets that he does not want to reveal.

The two seem to have always been close, but they have always been far apart.

Everyone has something they haven't confessed to.

Seeing that he was silent, Sheng Yun continued, "Because the me at that time was the real me."

"Maybe it sounds like an excuse to say that, but I mean it."

"I think you probably care... but I haven't had a chance to say it."

Song Yan raised his head suddenly: "You don't need to say it."

Sheng Yun, who was about to tell him why he had to hide his name at the beginning, suddenly stopped speaking, and frowned: "Why?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and pursed his lips: "You probably have your reasons."

Sheng Yun's brows were always furrowed, and these words seemed to be forgiven in a literal sense, as if he no longer cared about his own lies.

But his intuition told him that was not the case.

Song Yan followed Sheng Yun to an exclusive track, and there was no one else on the track.

"Take you to try." Sheng Yun led him to his heavy motorcycle, "Will you be afraid?"

Song Yan's eyes fell on this radiant heavy locomotive, feeling a little surprised.

He originally thought it was just a motorcycle, but if he really had to see it face to face, he felt that it was extraordinary.

"This car can seat two people." Sheng Yun explained, "It's a customized model."

Song Yan stretched out his hand to touch the body, and felt that the price of this car would not be lower than seven figures.

Sheng Yun tidied up the equipment on his body, and carefully checked Song Yan's.

Song Yan raised his eyes and watched Sheng Yun check his helmet carefully. The distance between the two of them was almost only a dozen centimeters. At certain times, their breathing seemed to be slightly interlaced through the mask.

"boarding."

Song Yan got into the car according to Sheng Yun's instructions.

"Hold my waist."

Song Yan hesitated for a moment.

Although he knew it was just for safety, but when he heard this sentence, he subconsciously paused.

The bodies of the two were close together, and he felt an ambiguity that could not be ignored.

There are many strange things that are breeding and growing crazily.

Song Yan raised his hand and put it around Sheng Yun's thin waist, interlaced his hands, touching the cold metal texture of his belt.

Sheng Yun asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid?"

Song Yan shook his head, then thought that Sheng Yun couldn't see it, and said, "No."

"Grab it."

The next second, his body jerked backwards due to inertia, and his hands subconsciously clenched even tighter.

The wind whistled in his ears, the weightlessness of his body was getting worse, and the scenery around him was flying so fast that Song Yan couldn't help but close his eyes.

I have to admit, the first time I sat, I was a little scared.

But under the extreme stimulation, along with the quickening of the heartbeat, a strange emotion is also spreading.

After driving for a while, Sheng Yun slowed down and stopped, then turned around and asked about Song Yan's situation.

Song Yan took off the mask, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Sheng Yun looked at him, a little worried: "How do you feel?"

Song Yan's eyes were sparkling besides fear: "...it's fun."

Hearing this comment, Sheng Yun smiled slightly, with a relaxed expression.

Song Yan looked at this heavy locomotive with its brilliance, and couldn't imagine that it could burst out with such great power.

I didn't expect that Sheng Yun, who seemed to follow the rules, would like to play this game.

Thinking of this, Song Yan said casually: "Why didn't I know you could drive this before."

Sheng Yun laughed softly: "You don't know a lot."

He paused, and then said: "But I still don't know a lot about you."

Song Yan's mind was still on the car, and he didn't quite understand for a moment: "What?"

Sheng Yun looked at him, and whispered for a while: "For example, why did you break up?"

Song Yan's fingers curled up suddenly, and his eyes turned away, only touching Sheng Yun's eyes for a second, then turned away abruptly.

His heartbeat hadn't subsided yet, and he was still beating his eardrums up and down, wrapped up with the wind, as if shouting something.

It seemed that the moment had finally come, and the thing that was unwilling to touch was torn apart suddenly, and unfolded naked in front of him.

Sheng Yun's voice pierced his ears with complex and dense emotions through the wind:

"For example..."

"Are you still not letting go?"

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