I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

It turns out that when people lose their vision, other senses will be infinitely magnified.

At this moment, Song Yan smelled the faint scent of mint grass on Sheng Yun's body, the fragrance carefully prepared in the villa, and the hand cream that An Yuan forcibly applied to him.

There are others.

There is also the smell of rain on the night when I first met him, the smell of burnt bread from the toaster every morning, and the lingering fragrance of shower gel in the bed when I got tired of being together before going to bed.

are clearly lingering on the tip of the nose.

Sheng Yun's lips touched the corners of his lips, light and long, careful and eager.

"Ding Dong"

"Ding dong ding dong"

The doorbell downstairs rang crazily, and Sheng Yun's movements stopped immediately.

Song Yan was startled by the sudden ringtone like waking up from a dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sheng Yun's straight nose, and took a step back in panic.

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue lightly, extreme dissatisfaction was almost written on his face.

He turned around and walked downstairs towards the door of the villa, his footsteps were full of anger that had nowhere to rest.

When the door was opened, several secretaries outside the door were still sitting or standing at the door, whispering something together.

Seeing Sheng Yun coming out, the secretaries were stunned for a moment, and then seeing that his face was fine, they almost cried out of excitement.

"President Sheng!"

"Boss Sheng, you are willing to come out, we are all anxious to death."

"Yes, we are worried that you have something to do, the company can't live without you!"

Sheng Yun: "..."

He waited patiently for several secretaries to stop crying, and forced himself to calm down: "What time did you guys come over?"

Secretary Lin replied, "Seven o'clock in the evening."

Sheng Yun: "What time is it?"

Secretary Lin: "...10:30."

Sheng Yun finally couldn't control his anger: "Then why didn't you ring the doorbell these few hours?"

A secretary tremblingly said: "Hey, we are afraid that you are in a bad mood, so we dare not take the liberty to ring the doorbell..."

Sheng Yun sneered abruptly.

He gritted his back teeth lightly, and said word by word: "Then why did you dare again just now?"

After all, the last few words did not suppress the anger, and the tone became louder.

Several secretaries flinched.

Well, just now it seemed that Mr. Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't look like he was in a bad mood. Now it seems that it's all an illusion!

Sure enough, I was in a bad mood!

Several of them turned their questioning eyes to Secretary Lin, after all, it was Secretary Lin who proposed to ring the doorbell.

Secretary Lin felt that many eyes were cast on him, and suddenly felt like a light on his back, and he became nervous.

No, but Teacher Song just entered!

Secretary Lin complained incessantly. Isn't this a good time to go in and ask for instructions while Mr. Song calmed Mr. Sheng's mood?

The secretaries stared wide-eyed and dared not speak. Sheng Yun suffocated the fire for a long time before he digested it by himself. He took a deep breath and asked, "Okay, tell me, what's the matter with you ringing the doorbell."

Secretary Lin trembled as if walking on thin ice, and said for a while, "That...is still news about Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yun let out a "tsk".

Secretary Lin stopped abruptly as if the pause button had been pressed.

Sheng Yun looked at Secretary Lin, and at the other able-bodied generals who stared at him with wide-eyed horror and questioning, pressed the center of their brows, and sighed deeply.

"Never mind."

Sheng Yun gave a two-character motto.

A question mark from the boss immediately appeared in the eyes of several secretaries.

Sheng Yun: "..."

He closed his eyes, and said in a low voice without hope: "It's been so many years, haven't you figured out her temper? Is she too restrained or you are too stupid?"

The main staff of the secretariat: "..."

With a bang, the door of the villa was slammed shut.

There were only a few crickets chirping in the yard.

Everyone's eyes refocused on Secretary Lin.

Secretary Lin swallowed the heart that jumped into her throat again: "Well... Thinking about the good, Mr. Sheng seems very calm, so we don't have to worry about something happening to him, let's go back to our respective homes."

One of the assistants thought for a while: "No, Teacher Song is still inside, are we..."

Secretary Lin hurriedly interrupted him: "What are you doing! You also take care of Mr. Song's affairs! You are tired of work!"

When she said this, she faintly felt that she understood something.

This doorbell probably shouldn't be ringing.

Seeing her blankly, the secretaries asked her what was wrong.

Secretary Lin smiled bitterly, three parts remorse, two parts helpless and five parts sad: "It's okay, I just want to take the blame and resign. How do you usually write an application for resignation?"

Song Yan didn't go downstairs.

The living room on the second floor is not too big compared to the living room on the first floor, and it can be seen that it is usually a private meeting place.

The style of the furniture is very simple, but the production is exquisite, and many details can be seen to be handmade.

The overall color is warmer, and the brightness of the tone is not high. The combination of colors has a kind of unassuming extravagance.

The decorations placed in the corners are more artistic, with very different styles, as if they were bought from all over the world.

Every tiny place reflects the owner's fine ingenuity and unique aesthetic taste, which is in line with his status as a wealthy son.

Song Yan slowly looked over one by one, and saw an ornament placed in a corner.

A bird whistle made of stoneware, dark black, rough in workmanship, a little abrupt at first glance.

However, the wooden box around the bird whistle is wrapped with intentionally staggered hemp ropes, which complement each other to create an idyllic and leisurely atmosphere, which does not seem that the bird whistle is out of place here.

Sheng Yun and him once went to the ancient town to play together, and bought this bird whistle on the street.

On the streets of the ancient town, there is nothing that can be put on the table, but Sheng Yun thinks it is quite cute.

On the way back, the bird whistle was broken due to a crowd collision.

At that time, Sheng Yun said it didn't matter, but Song Yan saw a trace of regret in his eyes, and wanted to go back and buy it again, but was stopped by Sheng Yun.

After returning to Nanzhou, Song Yansi still couldn't be reconciled after much deliberation, so he specially found a time to make an excuse to go on a business trip, so he rushed to the ancient town alone, and bought an identical one back.

When I hurried home the next day, it rained heavily because I didn't bring an umbrella, and I got drenched once and had a fever for three days.

If he hadn't seen it here, Song Yan would have almost forgotten that past.

On the day of the breakup, Sheng Yun left alone, without even taking away his underwear, and he didn't know when he put it on his body and brought it here.

Song Yan kept looking at the bird whistle, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

A sound of footsteps suddenly getting closer, Song Yan reacted, quickly stopped, stood upright, and pretended not to notice anything.

Sheng Yun came to the living room, looked at Song Yan, raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

His uncomfortable subtle movements immediately reminded Song Yan of what happened just now, and the roots of his ears immediately turned crimson.

Sheng Yun took a few steps closer: "Let's talk."

Indoors, Song Yan and Sheng Yun were sitting face to face.

The small pot was bursting with steam, and Sheng Yun performed a complicated tea art operation, which surprised Song Yan.

Finally, a small cup of clear tea was placed in front of Song Yan.

He picked it up carefully and took a sip.

He doesn't understand tea, so he can't feel anything, but the aroma is indeed quite elegant.

"When I was young, every time I quarreled with Dong Sheng, she would punish me to sit here."

Sheng Yun said in a low voice, "At first I was very resistant, but later I wanted to come here and stay here. It's much more comfortable to shut up than to talk to her more."

Song Yan swallowed the tea, subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Sheng Yun looked at him and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Seeing Sheng Yun's hand approaching, Song Yan instinctively leaned back.

The hand in front of him stopped, and Song Yan seemed to have realized something, and he also stopped, not refusing Sheng Yun's hand, and gently wiped away the remaining water stains on his lips with his slightly cool fingertips.

This action seemed a little too ambiguous, Song Yan pursed his lips, his eyes were wet, and the roots of his ears were flushed, looking a little at a loss.

Sheng Yun's Adam's apple slipped slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, with a little chuckle: "I won't let you run away again."

Song Yan was startled, but didn't understand: "...what?"

"I've thought a lot during this time." Sheng Yun said, "To sum it up, you seem to be playing tricks on me during this time."

Song Yan opened his eyes wide, and retorted eagerly: "I didn't."

Sheng Yun smiled, but continued: "Later, I felt that there was another possibility. Someone forced you to not let you be with me."

Song Yan: "..."

Sheng Yun said succinctly: "Say, who is it, I'll let him nod in agreement."

Song Yan closed his eyes: "...it's not what you think."

Sheng Yun asked back: "What is that?"

His questioning picture is vague: "Repeating and repeating for so long, what are you thinking? Why are you so distant from me and refuse to open your heart?"

He spoke quickly, and then eased back: "Last time you asked me to give you time, and I agreed. But I still haven't waited for the answer."

Song Yan's breathing became disordered, and he felt Sheng Yun's burning gaze, with an undeniable sense of aggression, and heard him say: "I think I may never be able to wait, you are like a cat who has lost its sense of security, I will get closer One point, you want to hide."

Song Yan lowered his head, looked at the small teacup on the coffee table and the little tea left, and felt that his vision was becoming more and more blurred, like a layer of fog.

His chest was sore, as if something was churning it together, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

Sheng Yun leaned over, trying to get closer to the hiding cat.

Sheng Yun's deep and sharp eye sockets were filled with the cat's messy hair and lowered ears, and his voice was low and soft, coaxing like seductively:

"Tell brother, what happened?"

These words were like a needle, lightly piercing through Song Yan's defense that had been stripped to thin paper. It was the first time that the pain and shackles he had carried for too long made him feel so heavy.

Song Yan raised his head suddenly, two tears slipped down his jaw almost without trace, his voice trembling slightly:

"Do you know my mother? Her name is Lu Zhinan."

"But her stage name is Luhe."

Sheng Yun paused.

As if relieved, Song Yan wiped away the tears on his chin, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Is it enough to explain?"

Sheng Yun frowned, and was about to say something when the cell phone beside him rang sharply.

He picked it up and wanted to hang up, but found that the caller ID was Sheng Jing.

He took a deep breath impatiently, picked it up, glanced at Song Yan who was lowering his head trying to avoid suspicion, pressed the speakerphone, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Sheng Jing's voice was cold: "I'm good at anger."

Sheng Yun asked shortly and irritably: "Talk about something."

Sheng Jing: "I'm in the hospital."

Sheng Yun laughed: "Really, is it because of taking sleeping pills or because of cutting wrists?"

Sheng Jing clicked his tongue lightly.

Song Yan inevitably listened together, thinking in his heart that this sound really sounded like Sheng Yun's tone.

Mother and son are in the same line.

"Neither, it's because your mother and I were beaten up for being brave enough to teach a lesson to the scumbag who bullied the little girl."

Sheng Yun was silent for a while.

Song Yan raised his head in shock and mouthed, "Which hospital?"

Sheng Yun looked at Song Yan, understood his mouth shape, and asked reluctantly, "Which hospital?"

Sheng Jing reported the name of the hospital and hung up the phone.

Seeing that the phone was hung up, Song Yan said, "Go quickly."

Sheng Yun looked at him vigilantly: "I haven't finished what I just said."

Song Yan was speechless for a while, and from Sheng Yun's eyes, he saw a hint of worry that he would hide again and miss this opportunity to speak clearly.

"Let's do this." Song Yan sighed, thinking that maybe he really had to push him too far, and whispered, "I'll go to the hospital with you, it's okay? I can't run away."

Sheng Yun responded and stood up: "Then let's go."

The hospital is not far away, it is a private hospital that Sheng Jing often goes to, and the confidentiality and privacy are well done.

After arriving at the hospital, the two took the VIP elevator directly to the top ward.

Seeing that the floor was approaching, Song Yan discussed with Sheng Yun: "I won't go in for a while."

Without even thinking about it, Sheng Yun immediately said, "No way."

Song Yan: "...I won't run away."

Sheng Yun turned to look at him: "That's not okay, what are you hiding?"

Song Yan felt a little unbelievable: "Is it appropriate for me to visit Sheng Dong?"

"Where is it inappropriate?" Sheng Yun was very confident, "It's reasonable and reasonable to visit the big financial backer of the company you signed with."

Song Yan was at a loss for words for a moment: "...I haven't signed the contract yet."

Sheng Yun sneered: "When I get back, I'll call the person in charge of the artist's manager to talk."

Song Yan, one head and two big, hurriedly explained: "...don't. I'm not ready yet..."

Sheng Yun didn't listen to his true meaning at all, and instead said: "Then you should meet your friend's mother, can't you?"

Song Yan was silent.

If Sheng Yun said he was her boyfriend...he could still talk a little bit.

But when it comes to being friends, it seems that there is nothing to say.

The elevator had already reached the floor. Although Song Yan still felt that something was wrong, he had already reached the door of the ward, and it was too late to argue with Sheng Yun about this matter.

Several personal assistants of Sheng Jing gathered at the door of the ward, talking to the doctor.

Seeing Sheng Yun approaching, everyone greeted him one after another, and the doctor turned to report the situation to Sheng Yun.

"...There are some soft tissue bruises, not serious. Director Sheng has practiced before, and he broke someone's bones..."

The secretary next to him spoke for the boss: "Mr. Sheng, it's really not Dong Sheng's fault. That man relied on his husband and wife relationship to beat his own wife, and Dong Sheng shot him because he couldn't see it!"

A few people talked about each other, and they all said the various versions they had heard from the police and Sheng Jing, bluffing.

Sheng Yun pressed the center of his eyebrows, without saying a word, obviously already quite broken.

Song Yan listened, a little dumbfounded.

He only heard that Sheng Jing lost her husband in her early years and supported a huge astrological group by herself. Nanfeng's skills and style are simply not comparable to ordinary people.

But I didn't expect that he would run away from home inexplicably, without anyone around him, and finally fight in person and be sent to the hospital?

……

He had a flash of inspiration, and a guess came to his mind.

He has always guessed that the various reasons why Sheng Yun fell in love with him incognito are all guesses.

What are the struggles of wealthy families, what are the turbulent undercurrents, what are the enemies chasing and killing, what are the fears that they are greedy for wealth...

It is estimated that they are all boundless.

The only reason may be that the child follows the mother and lives everywhere.

And Song Yan also remembered that he knew Sheng Yun because he met someone secretly taking pictures on the street on a rainy night, and was helped by Sheng Yun in a hurry. He went to the hospital to bandage and took him home as a roommate.

...Come on, it's all straightened out.

Song Yan drooped his eyelids, and for a moment didn't know how to face himself who had been processing bloody love stories over and over for more than a year.

He was re-repairing his worldview here, when Sheng Yun finally heard a rough idea and made a decision:

"Okay, the police must be in touch with each other, since we are reasonable..."

The secretary conveyed urgently: "Don't worry about it! It has been resolved, and the police station is going to give a bravery award, and we have already agreed..."

Sheng Yun smiled coolly: "Are you joking?"

secretary:"……"

Sheng Yun said softly: "The only reason you can still work in astrology is because you belong to Director Sheng, and I can't move, so you have to hold her thigh tightly."

He didn't want to talk nonsense with these scumbags, so he motioned for Secretary Lin who came over to give him a reference answer.

Secretary Lin said:

"This matter must be suppressed and kept quiet. No one should know that the chairman of the Xingxiang Group is... a child who lost his temper and got into conflicts and fights. Although it is good to be brave, such a chairman The image bursting out...is not good for the group."

Sheng Yun hummed in satisfaction, and finally added coolly: "The most important thing is, why don't you ask your Director Sheng if she would like to let everyone know that she was sent to the hospital for her black taekwondo class."

Secretaries: "..."

In the end, the matter was resolved, and it finally calmed down. Only Sheng Yun and Song Yan were left outside the ward.

Sheng Yun turned his head and motioned for him to go in with him.

Song Yan wanted to struggle one last time, but Sheng Yun didn't give him a chance to think, grabbed his arm and walked into the ward.

Sheng Jing was lying on a spacious and comfortable hospital bed, with a lot of gauze wrapped around one leg. She was watching financial news on a tablet while drinking a glass of red wine, and no one came in without looking up.

Song Yan followed Sheng Yun, saw Sheng Jing's state, and said silently in his heart.

As expected, elegance never goes out of style.

He had never seen Sheng Jing before, but now that he saw it, he found that Sheng Yun really looked like his mother.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, clear and majestic facial features, sometimes Sheng Yun would show a bit too aggressive, but Sheng Jing looked more gorgeous and soft.

"coming."

Sheng Jing was in a good mood, she raised her head, but her eyes did not stay on her son, but was immediately attracted by the person behind him.

Song Yan suddenly noticed that Chairman Sheng's gaze was directly on her, and also found that she was really staring at him hard and unabashedly, with a strange look on her face, and she was a little at a loss.

Why are you looking at yourself like that?

Sheng Jing looked at it for a while, and suddenly seemed to come back to her senses, she narrowed her gaze, gracefully raised the goblet, and looked at her son: "How are you doing these few days?"

Sheng Yun sneered: "It's good without you."

Sheng Jing nodded, and responded to Sheng Yun nonchalantly.

She was talking to Sheng Yun, but her eyes were still dangling from Song Yan's side, and finally she said unintentionally: "This is yours..."

Sheng Yun paused and said, "Friend."

He didn't dare to speak too much, so as not to annoy the cat behind him again.

Song Yan nodded upon hearing this.

Sheng Jing said "ah", her tone was a little subtle, but she didn't show it, but smiled lightly: "Thank you for your hard work, come and see me."

She cleared her throat and asked, "You look familiar, what's your name?"

Song Yan said the name truthfully, Sheng Jing seemed to think about it for a while, and then said: "Actor?"

Song Yan nodded.

Sheng Jing kept looking at his face, and said in a low voice, "You're pretty... Where are you from? How old are you?"

These few words were strung together without thinking, which made Song Yan a little overwhelmed, and didn't know whether he should answer or not, so he subconsciously looked at Sheng Yun.

Sheng Yun was quite dissatisfied, and stood in front of Song Yan, blocking Sheng Jing's view of him, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Seeing this resentful son interjecting again, Sheng Jing's face turned cold immediately, and she could only say: "Your friend has worked hard here, the next door is the escort room, let him sit and have something to eat."

Song Yan understood in his heart that this meant he wanted to talk to Sheng Yun alone, so he hurriedly responded and left the ward.

Before leaving, he met Sheng Yun's gaze and said, "...I'll go to the next door to stay for a while."

Sheng Yun frowned and watched Song Yan leave the room, then turned to look at Sheng Jing, and said impatiently, "What else do you want to say?"

Sheng Jing said displeasedly, "I just want to ask him..."

Sheng Yun immediately became alert, squinted his eyes: "Don't inquire about him, and don't meet him alone in the future."

Sheng Jing sneered: "What did I do to him? Look at you."

"I just want to ask you, is he really your friend?"

Sheng Yun raised his chin and looked at her, then nodded indifferently.

Sheng Jing clicked her tongue extremely disdainfully:

"No promise."

"Why not your boyfriend?"

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