I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

After fighting wildly and wildly until after nine o'clock in the evening, the group was finally settled in a nearby hotel outside the scenic spot.

Since this incident was completely unexpected by the program group, everyone seemed a little confused. Obviously, the live broadcast could not be broadcast on time. The official blog of the program group issued a notice of delaying the broadcast date of the program that night.

Since the hotel where they stayed was temporarily dispatched, the environment and conditions were not very good, and several guests were temporarily settled in a lounge of the hotel.

Their respective artist assistants also rushed over, and the rest room was full and restless for a while.

The temperature in the mountainous area is relatively low, and it’s the cold spring at this time. Everyone’s clothes are relatively thin, and the old air conditioner in the hotel can’t keep up the temperature. The assistants can only ask for blankets from the hotel to cover their artistes to keep warm. .

Song Yan found a quiet corner and sat down. He took out a light down jacket from his suitcase and put it on. He felt much warmer when he curled up.

The down jacket was a little too big, not his size, and only a few fingers could be exposed when it was worn.But there are big benefits, the brain warming effect is even better.

At this time, he couldn't help feeling that Sheng Yun was quite prescient in this kind of matter. When he looked at the box in the morning, he still felt that it was completely unnecessary to put the down jacket back in. Now he will rely on this down jacket to survive.

He turned on his phone and saw several hot searches on Weibo:

#旅行的进义书都集团问题#

#旅行的迷义式引#

#Program group responded that no one was injured#

Click on it to see, it's all because of the topic brought about by the official postponing notice, and his own private messages and comments have also increased a lot, they are all worried about whether he is okay, and urge him to post a report on Ping An Weibo so that everyone can rest assured .

Song Yan looked at these private messages and could feel everyone's nervousness through the screen, so he edited a Weibo post and sent it without thinking much.

【@宋燕sy: Everything is fine, thank you for your concern. 】

There is also a picture, which he took a temporary selfie, and he posted it without much repair.

Soon there were many comments on Weibo:

[I can't wake up every day: Zai Zai finally reported her safety! ! 】

[Wang Ningmei: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

【Lin Shangtang: Where is this?hotel?It seems that the condition is not very good, take care of yourself]

Song Yan curled up on the small chair, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and only his fingertips were exposed to touch his cell phone. He didn't hear the noise around him, but he felt quite at ease, and he was not infected by other people's uneasiness at all.

While he was reading everyone's comments, he received a message from An Yuan:

[You are now at the hotel arranged by the program group?I'm almost near the scenic spot. 】

Song Yan frowned and replied:

[Didn't I tell you not to come, the terrain here is too dangerous, don't run around by yourself. 】

An Yuan didn't reply, Song Yan knew her character, and it would be useless for him to say something so casually, so he continued to dial the voice call directly.

【The other party has declined】

Gee.

Song Yan looked at the five words above and was speechless for a moment.

He was about to say something and make some effort when he received a message from An Yuan:

[It's okay, someone is with me. 】

Song Yan snapped his fingers, is anyone with him?

Now he hasn't signed a contract with any brokerage company, so he doesn't have his own team, and he doesn't know where An Yuan recruited people to come with him.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of glass shattering in the lounge, followed by an ear-piercing scolding: "Don't you have eyes? Who are you trying to scald to death?!"

This sound suddenly silenced the other conversations in the lounge, and Song Yan also raised his head, seeing Bai Lian pointing at a program staff and cursing, with broken glass and water stains under his feet .

The staff repeatedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, I didn't hold my hand steady..."

Bai Lian refused to let go: "I'm really convinced, do you want to say sorry when you burn my hand?"

The staff member who was accused was an intern who had just arrived and had little experience in contacting people. He was terrified in the chaos of the war, and he was at a loss when he suddenly did something wrong. He lowered his head and eyes with tears: "I...I Find medicine for you..."

There were no program crew members who could really talk in the break room, only the assistants of other artists came forward to check on Bai Lian's burns, and also wanted to smooth things over by casually reprimanding the interns to coax Bai Lian cool down.

Song Yan watched from the side, and saw that the intern was standing there as if she was frightened, not daring to move, knowing that the longer she stood there, the more likely she would get angry, so she got up and walked over, touching her arm, Signal her to stay away first.

Before taking a few steps, Bai Lian noticed this side, and immediately said angrily: "Stand, where are you going?"

Song Yan frowned, turned around, gently pulled the intern behind her, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Bai, she is still a little girl and doesn't understand anything, why do you hold on to her. "

Bai Lian sneered loudly: "I'm holding onto her? Hey, that's weird. It's my fault that she burned me?"

Song Yan lowered his eyelids, feeling annoyed by his face: "She made an unintentional mistake. Of course it is your fault if you insist on scolding too much."

The others looked at these two, one with a high rank and the other the new favorite of Xingxiang Media, they didn't dare to stand in line immediately, and the people who were trying to smooth things over also fell silent, observing the situation with trepidation.

Bai Lian was choked by Song Yan, and immediately couldn't get off the stage in front of so many people, plus he had long been displeased with Song Yan, so he immediately turned his face and pointed at him: "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. "

Song Yan remained silent, standing in front of the interns, the meaning of maintenance was obvious.

Bai Lian looked at his bland face, and his nameless anger immediately rushed to Lao Gao, and he didn't care if the words he said were appropriate, so he sneered angrily and said, "Oh, it's different if you have someone backing you. How dare you provoke me!"

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, not understanding what the subtext of his words meant.

Could it be... that he knew about the fact that he contacted Sheng Yun for help?

Before he could react in the future, Bai Lian sneered twice, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear with a voice that could only be heard by two people: "I just don't know which big brother belongs to your Teacher Song." Real dad? Let us all hear it, everyone is curious."

Song Yan's breathing stopped suddenly.

He raised his eyes suddenly, the light in his eyes flickered like a cold star, his teeth lightly clasped his lower lip, which turned white.

Bai Lian squinted at his reaction, and knew that this was the real pain point.

The others were whispering in low voices, but those who were far away didn't hear what Bai Lian said to Song Yan clearly, but felt that the atmosphere suddenly became more wrong, so they all stretched their ears to listen.

Bai Lian knew that provoking Song Yan like this might bring him trouble, but he didn't care.

Bai Lian came from a family of performers with a very traditional family tradition. Her parents hated the flirtatious and high-ranking actress like Lu He the most, and she hated Song Yan even more for a bastard with unclean background. She would never allow herself to be taken over by him. Upwind.

If Song Yan really wanted to embarrass himself, at worst, he would put his indelible stain on the hot searches, and see if his fans could still be fans of this kind of person.

Bai Lian thought about this, and continued to raise his voice: "Okay, I want this intern to leave the program group. Why, Teacher Song has to protect him?"

Song Yan stood where he was, feeling his legs and feet were cold and numb.

His eyes fell fixedly on Bai Lian's face, and he felt that the voice beside his ears became blurred one after another.

When the others saw this, they felt a little sympathetic to the intern. After all, it was an unintentional mistake. No one thought that Bai Lian would pursue it as if he had been shot.

It's a pity that no one dared to provoke Bai Lian, so some people only gave a few words of persuasion symbolically, and they didn't dare to speak anymore.

Seeing that Song Yan was silent, Bai Lian thought that he had finally grasped his weakness, which was quite proud, and glared at the intern behind him: "Aren't you going to get out?"

When the intern was sobbing and wanted to leave, Song Yan stopped her lightly, looked at Bai Lian, and said softly, "You should get out."

These words were flat, with a cool and pleasant tone, but the content made everyone present gasp.

It took Bai Lian a few seconds to realize what Song Yan said to him, and his anger rose three feet, and he immediately took a step forward and was about to strike.

Before Song Yan could react, he grabbed the neckline.

Bai Lian raised his other hand: "You're courting death..."

With a bang, the door of the living room was opened.

A loose but extremely oppressive voice came in:

"What's going on here?"

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the past, and there were voices of surprise, surprise, or doubtful inquiry one after another:

"President Sheng?!"

"Who? Huh???"

"Mr. Sheng... seems to be..."

"Wow, is it true or not, so handsome and so young...??"

Bai Lian didn't have time to let go of Song Yan's neckline, but turned to look at the door, motionless in surprise.

Song Yan looked through the crowd and saw the tall and familiar figure by the door.

He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

Every time I get stuck, what about acting in an idol drama?

The chief director of the program who followed him noticed the impulsiveness of Bai Lian and Song Yan, and ran over in shock, wanting to mediate before Sheng Yun was alarmed:

"Hey, what's the matter, I have something to say..."

Bai Lian was also aware of his actions, and immediately withdrew his hands, restraining his hostility.

Song Yan took two steps back and smoothed the wrinkles on the neckline.

The intern behind him looked at him anxiously and worriedly, so he patted the girl's arm lightly to indicate that it was all right.

Sheng Yun took two steps into the lounge, he was half a head taller than most of the people, his gaze easily passed the crowd, and landed on the person who was wrapped in the down jacket that was originally his size.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he only touched Song Yan's eyes lightly, then he looked at the unnatural white face on his face, and then moved away indifferently.

"I'm sorry to have wronged everyone tonight." Sheng Yun used the official tone of alienation at work, "On behalf of Xingxiang Media and the program team, I would like to express my apologies to everyone, and I will urge coordination in the future program live broadcast plan and compensation plan. "

As a real capital boss, he came here in person, and he condescended to apologize personally. No matter how dissatisfied the artists and teams present were, they all disappeared in an instant. Yun has the opportunity to swipe his face and strike up a conversation at close range.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately improved a lot, and everyone said polite words, as if the atmosphere that had almost dropped to freezing point just now did not exist at all.

Even Bai Lian could pretend to put on a business smile as if nothing had happened, and echoed repeatedly.

Song Yan stood in the corner of the crowd, silent, his eyes secretly falling on Sheng Yun.

He frowned slightly, and others might not be able to hear it, but he felt that Sheng Yun's voice was vaguely hoarse.

After Sheng Yun finished speaking, he didn't stay long, and before turning around to leave, his eyes met Song Yan again as if inadvertently.

But they only met for a moment, and then they separated without any flaws. Sheng Yun was surrounded by the members of the program team and left the lounge alone.

Song Yan kept staring at his back, until he lost sight of him before realizing that he was staring too seriously, and immediately looked away.

Although no one else noticed, he still touched his nose in embarrassment.

After Sheng Yun left, a staff member came over to arrange the board and lodging for tonight. Everyone finally left the lounge one after another and went to their own rooms to rest.

Song Yan also planned to leave, but when he passed by Bai Lian, he heard him muttering, "It's a good day for you today", but he just left without squinting, leaving Bai Lian standing there suffocated and jumping.

Not long after he walked, he saw An Yuan was carrying a big bag and a small bag, and he was talking to his follow-up director.

Seeing Song Yan, An Yuan's eyes lit up, and he said to the filming director, "Let's talk in detail tomorrow", and came up to him.

"Hey, ancestor, are you okay?" An Yuan came over and took his arm, "Is it cold? I almost froze to death, but you are smart enough to wear a down jacket."

When Song Yan saw her, he made up his mind again, and immediately understood: "...you said someone, did you come here with Sheng Yun?"

"Yeah, Mr. Sheng asked me if I want to be together, so of course I agreed." After An Yuan finished speaking, he noticed something and joked, "Yo, it's really a habit of calling him by his first name, why didn't I notice it before?" , no wonder..."

Song Yan: "..."

His ears were a little hot, and he changed the subject: "How will the show be arranged later?"

An Yuan shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, it depends on the traffic conditions in the scenic area and the schedules of the artists. Let's forget about tonight, you are tired, go back and rest early."

Song Yan came to the room assigned to him, which was an ordinary double room.

The conditions of the hotel where I stayed in the crew of "Morning Star Project" are really different.

But after all, the environmental conditions were limited, and he didn't have the mind to be picky at all. In addition, this trip tonight really exhausted him physically and mentally, so he simply washed up and went to bed.

Lying on the bed, Song Yan suddenly thought of Sheng Yun again, picked up his phone and wanted to ask him how he was doing now.

Before the news was edited, the door was gently knocked.

Song Yan thought to himself that it was probably because An Yuan had brought something to give to him, and reluctantly got off the bed. The air conditioner in this room didn't seem to be working well, and he was shivering from the cold.

Opening the door and seeing the people outside, Song Yan cried out in surprise: "Why are you here..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Yun covered his mouth with his hand, walked him into the room, and closed the door smoothly.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Song Yan struggled, Sheng Yun wrapped in a cold air, pushed him against the wall, and said with a smile:

"The soundproofing here is not good, so speak louder to let everyone know that I'm coming to your room."

Song Yan instantly became honest.

Sheng Yun let go of his hand, took a few steps back and let him go.

The lights in the room were dim, but he could still vaguely see Song Yan's bright eyes wide open.

Sheng Yun smiled and said, "What's wrong? It's like seeing a ghost?"

Song Yan slowed down, and finally regained his ability to speak: "Why are you in my room?"

Considering the problem of sound insulation, he forcibly suppressed the sound.

This floor is full of entertainers and teams. If they are discovered, it will be an official announcement in the entertainment circle on the spot.

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows: "Are you scared?"

Song Yan: "...that's not the case, it's..."

Okay, even if no one else finds out...

Song Yan's ears were hot, and he pretended to be calm: "Why did you come to my room at night?"

Sheng Yun didn't answer him, but walked in.

Song Yan: "..."

He followed, instead of urging him to leave, he further noticed that Sheng Yun's voice seemed to be a little hoarse.

He frowned, "Do you have a cold?"

"Is your air conditioner turned on?" Sheng Yun adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and replied after hearing the words, "I don't have a cold, what's wrong?"

Song Yan walked over, snatched the remote control from his hand, and frowned at him.

Sheng Yun paused, turned to look at him, saw his displeased expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan said seriously: "You lied to me."

Sheng Yun avoided his sight, wanted to get the remote control back from his hand, and said casually: "No..."

Song Yan flicked the hand holding the remote control and threw it on the table next to him.

Sheng Yun took a moment, paused, and was forced to meet Song Yan's gaze: "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yan reached out and grabbed Sheng Yun's neckline, pulling him towards him.

The distance between the two suddenly approached.

Song Yan tried his best to stand on tiptoe, raised his head, and gently pressed his forehead against Sheng Yun's brow.

The distance is so close that the breathing is almost touching each other, interlaced and chaotic.

Sheng Yun felt the cool temperature on his forehead, and immediately froze, his limited field of vision froze on the erect nose bridge and reddish thin lips that suddenly enlarged in front of him.

In Yu Guangli, it was Song Yan's clear collarbone and the blurred chest under the slightly open collar.

Everything around was so quiet that it seemed as if the heartbeats of the two could be heard.

Sheng Yun's hand hanging by his side curled up unnaturally, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and some strange impulses were growing.He turned his head slightly, and tentatively went between his fair and slender neck.

At this time, Song Yan was seriously feeling the temperature of Sheng Yun's forehead, and felt more and more that something was wrong.

When I first encountered it, there seemed to be no obvious abnormality, but it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

This method was learned from Lu Zhinan. When he was young, every time he caught a cold and had a fever, Lu Zhinan would press his forehead like this for ten seconds. If his temperature was obviously higher than his own after ten seconds, he could be sure that the child had a fever. up.

After ten seconds passed, Song Yan frowned and came to a conclusion.

He took a step back and pulled away quickly, and there was another step between the two of them. He raised his head and stared at Sheng Yun with worry again.

Sheng Yun didn't react, and his eyes that were already a little drowned immediately woke up, he shook his eyes unnaturally, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"……What's wrong?"

Song Yan was very confident in the results of his experiment, and said loudly:

"Your forehead is so hot! You have a fever!"

The author has something to say:

...Maybe it's hotter elsewhere