I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

a year and a half ago.

"Can I borrow your bathroom?"

Song Yan turned around, looked at the man standing behind him, and politely replied: "Of course."

Hearing him say that there was a change of clothes in his luggage, but no towels, Song Yan got up to find new unused towels.

While searching, he heard the silence in the living room and felt a little uncomfortable.

No one other than An Yuan has ever entered this family.

But now there is a strange man standing in the living room, the kind with a high degree of strangeness, and he has just known him for more than half an hour.

This man is tall and has long legs and good looks. At first glance, he looks like a celebrity, but after half an hour of contact, he feels that he doesn't understand anything about the entertainment industry at all.

Song Yan returned to the living room with the good things, and saw that the man was still standing in the same place, and he didn't mess around with the layout of the room, showing excellent self-cultivation.

Song Yan handed him the things in his hand: "Please do what you want."

Sheng Yun took the things, the towel was soft and tidy, and exuded a faint fragrance, he said softly: "Thank you."

Sheng Yun entered the bathroom, Song Yan sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, felt more and more uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that the act of bringing a stranger home is completely against his principles and common sense, but after all, it is up to the authority.

If the man hadn't noticed that he had sent him to the hospital for bandages when he passed by, he would still be holding his injured arm in a daze in the heavy rain, not knowing what to do.

He fell silent, recalling what happened tonight.

First, he escaped from a charity reception where he felt extremely uncomfortable because he was harassed by the senior management of a certain media company. It was raining heavily and he couldn't find a taxi, so he had to take shelter nearby.

Then he noticed that someone was secretly taking pictures of himself. He was at a loss and panicked. On the way to escape in the rain, he fell and injured his arm.

In the end, how did he meet that man in the rainy night like wilderness and chaos, and he was taken to the hospital to bandage his wound in a daze, and then he brought him back to his home because he heard that the man had run away from home and had nowhere to go...

Anyway, I can't remember clearly.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the sound of the door opening and closing made Song Yan's heart jump up and down.

Sheng Yun was wearing the snow-white bathrobe in his luggage, which was tightly wrapped, so that he could see the thin and narrow waist and the smooth lines of the shoulders and back.

He walked to the living room and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Song Yan shook his head, looked into his deep eye sockets, felt a thump in his heart, and said, "You should, sit down."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Yun was already sitting on the other side of the sofa. Hearing what he said, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

For some reason, Song Yan saw a hint of something interesting from this extremely tiny expression.

Song Yan found that this man was very different from himself. He didn't feel restrained at all when he came to a stranger's house, and he seemed unceremonious in his behavior.

He thought nonchalantly that this person should have a perfect and happy family, with parents who dote on him very much, and the family relationship is very good, which makes him feel confident in everything he does.

This made him feel a little envious, as if he was looking at someone from a different world.

The two were silent for a long time, Sheng Yun looked up and down this young man who looked easy to talk but seemed alienated, and asked, "Does your wound still hurt?"

Song Yan came back to his senses and shook his head: "Fortunately, thank you for your concern."

Sheng Yun asked casually, "How did you get hurt? Did you fall?"

Song Yan paused: "Almost."

Sheng Yun had no doubts about him: "It's raining, walk carefully."

Song Yan nodded and didn't say anything, thinking that if someone is chasing you, you can't do it.

But of course he didn't intend to say more, it seemed that the man in front of him really didn't realize that he was an artist at all, so...it couldn't be better.

"You just said you ran away from home, what's going on?" Song Yan joked lightly, "Aren't it only children who run away from home?"

The man's facial features looked stern and aggressive, so Song Yan didn't dare to appear too offensive, and tried his best to make his tone appear harmless.

But he wasn't angry, instead he smiled softly, which made him look less cold: "If your parents still want to control you when you grow up, then running away from them and hiding is also called running away from home."

Song Yan nodded, half-understood, and said for a while: "Probably, I don't have such experience. My mother stopped caring about me a few years ago."

Sheng Yun looked at him and didn't ask any more questions.

Song Yan continued: "What do you do for work? After leaving home, you have to do your work. It's easy for your parents to find you."

Sheng Yun's expression paused, and he said after a while: "...I won't do it, I'm resigning."

Song Yan was a little surprised, and said slowly for a while: "Then you have serious conflicts with your parents."

Sheng Yun saw that his expression was gentle, and his tone was always flat and calm, making him look a little lazy and cute.

This made him feel that this young man was very interesting, like... a cat that lay there calmly and didn't care about anything.

Sheng Yun smiled: "Yes, it's serious."

He turned his head and looked at the layout of this small house. The two-bedrooms are very simple, without much vitality, and the daily necessities are also arranged in a disorderly manner. It can be seen that the owner doesn't bother to enjoy life.

"I'm bothering you here tonight, I will move out tomorrow."

Hearing what Sheng Yun said, Song Yan thought for a while and asked, "Are you staying in a hotel? Do you still have money?"

Generally, if you run away from home and resign, then there should not be much money left.

Sheng Yun looked at the serious look in his eyes, and touched his nose lightly: "The money...is really not much, but it doesn't matter, it will take a while."

Song Yan responded in a low voice: "Oh."

He slowed down, and he didn't know what caused the trouble, maybe it was because he said so many things to this man tonight that he hadn't said in the past week, or maybe it was because living in this house was almost corroded by loneliness Clean, maybe because... I think this man is really handsome.

In short, no matter what the reason was, he suddenly said without thinking: "Why don't you just stay with me, anyway, the guest bedroom is empty, it's cheaper than staying in a hotel."

After finishing speaking, he regretted a little.

Is this request too abrupt? ?

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun, although he regretted it, but there were still bits and pieces of expectation in his eyes.

Completely beyond his imagination, the man in front of him just thought for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said softly:

"it is good."

"Crash..."

The water from the shower poured down over his head, and the heat made Song Yan feel a little dizzy.

It's hard to believe that the feng shui took turns. When Sheng Yun first came to his house, he borrowed his bathroom, but this time he was locked in Sheng Yun's room by accident and borrowed the bathroom.

When he thought that Sheng Yun's bedroom was outside the bathroom, and Sheng Yun was there, Song Yan felt warm in his ears.

How should I put it, because the door was broken, he was forced to live in a room, and even borrowed a bathroom and a bathrobe. This happened in an idol drama script, and Song Yan had to complain about it.

But life is far more bloody than idol dramas.

Turning off the shower, Song Yan left the shower room, slowly dried his body, staring at the bathrobe that Sheng Yun lent him in a daze.

He vaguely remembered that Sheng Yun was wearing the same type of bathrobe when he came out of his bathroom on the first night they met.

He put on the clothes slowly, and found that the sleeves and the clothes were a bit long, and he had to roll them several times to expose all his hands.

As for the hem, it doesn't matter, it just covers the legs.

I was speechless.

Song Yan looked at himself in the big mirror, and felt more and more unable to go out to meet people.

This person, of course, is just Sheng Yun.

Now it is different from when they first met, now they are in a state of wanting to be ambiguous or not, reconciling or not, and wanting to be strangers or not.

It's so awkward.

It is said that the resurgence of an old relationship after a breakup is like dry wood and fire, which can be ignited instantly without much trial, so why is it more difficult for him than when he first fell in love?

The showers are all turned off, so it's not a problem to stay in it all the time.

Song Yan took a deep breath, patted his face, and saw that there was nothing unusual except for his face that was a little red after taking a bath, so he walked out of the bathroom with confidence.

As soon as he went out, he saw Tangyuan walking towards him with his tail upright, but Sheng Yun was not on the big bed.

Song Yan looked up and saw Sheng Yun sitting on the sofa in the corner of the curved living room at the other end of the bedroom, reading a book.

Song Yan pursed her lips, and didn't talk to him. She picked up the glutinous rice balls and took two steps, not knowing whether she should sit on the bed or not.

When he was hesitating, Sheng Yun helped him make a decision: "Go to bed."

Song Yan's ears perked up, and he tasted another subtext of this sentence.

Then Sheng Yun explained the whole subtext: "I sleep on the sofa."

The small sofa that Sheng Yun was sitting on could indeed sleep another person, but for someone like Sheng Yun who was [-] tall with long hands and long legs, it was a bit aggrieved.

It is estimated that you can't move around even when you lie down, or you won't have a place to put your legs.

Song Yan pursed his lips and said, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

After all, he is still a little shorter, so it is more comfortable to sleep there.

What's more, this is Sheng Yun's bedroom, so you can't turn your back on the guest.

Sheng Yun didn't move, and continued to look down at the book: "Didn't Tangyuan want to sleep with you? If you sleep on the sofa, she has to come and fall asleep under the sofa."

Song Yan stopped talking, indeed he was reluctant to let Tangyuan sleep on the floor.

If he slept on the sofa by himself and Tangyuan slept on the bed with Sheng Yun...then he would lose face even more, and he really couldn't face it.

Thinking back and forth, Song Yan lay on the bed.

This bed sleeps almost like a guest bedroom, it should be exactly the same custom mattress.

But Song Yan lay on this bed, but felt a thorn in his back, and subconsciously tensed his muscles.

Sheng Yun on the other side of the sofa was very at ease, as if there was no one more in the room.

Tang Yuan jumped onto the bed and lay down next to Song Yan. Song Yan touched her with one hand and played with the phone with the other.

He flipped through Weibo casually, without looking at it himself, and was thinking about a question.

Why does Sheng Yun look so plain?

Comparing Sheng Yun's reaction with his anxiety in the bathroom just now, it's simply ironic!

Song Yan slid down, became too nervous and began to lose his bones, and didn't bother to care about the open neckline.

It's so natural to sleep on the sofa.

Song Yan was drowsy, thinking so in his mind.

He thought Sheng Yun would take the opportunity...

He didn't even think that he was wary of what Sheng Yun would do just now, but now that Sheng Yun has really become a gentleman with a calm mind, it made him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Don't talk about the resurgence of the old relationship, old couples are not as calm as Sheng Yun, thanks to him, he even thought of several ways to reject Sheng Yun.

Thinking of this, Song Yan pursed her thin lips tightly, her expression seemed a little unhappy, her eyelids gradually lost their hold, the phone dropped by her head, and she fell asleep leaning against the pillow.

After a while, Sheng Yun noticed that there was no movement from Song Yan's side, and only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep.

He let out a long breath, relaxed his tense shoulders, and put down his slightly bent legs.

It's hard to believe that just hearing the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, he couldn't control his body's reaction.

Sheng Yun frowned, thinking that moving to sleep on the sofa was an extremely correct choice.

Seeing that Song Yan fell asleep leaning on the pillow, and would surely suffer from a stiff neck after such a night, Sheng Yun stood up, walked over lightly, and came to Song Yan's side.

He reached out his hand to pull the pillow behind Song Yan's head away, and let him lie flat to sleep, only to find that there was a faint resentment in Song Yan's sleeping face.

Sheng Yun looked at it for a while, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, and forced himself not to laugh out loud.

With light movements, he laid Song Yan flat, covered him with the quilt, and removed the cell phone from his head.

Song Yan was probably really tired today, such a move didn't wake him up, and he quietly fell asleep with half of his face curled up in the quilt.

Sheng Yun settled him down, and didn't leave directly, but looked down at him for a while.

When Song Yan was asleep, like every cold cat, he seemed docile and deceitful.

I just don't know what this faint complaint is for, and whether it has something to do with me.

Sheng Yun looked at it for a while, and his Adam's apple slipped again uncomfortably, and some emotions that had just subsided seemed to be awakened again.

Sheng Yun frowned, a little irritable.

There is no way to take a cold shower, so I can only go to the side to calm down and wait for everything to subside naturally.

He didn't dare to look at Song Yan any longer, he returned to the sofa the same way, and turned off the light by the way.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Song Yan's tightly closed eyelashes moved slightly in the darkness.

Although he was sleepy, he was only in a light sleep just now, and he woke up when Sheng Yun came over to move his pillow.

But he didn't open his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Let Sheng Yun put his head down, cover him with the quilt, and carefully tuck the corners of the quilt.

After that, Sheng Yun didn't move anymore, but Song Yan noticed that he hadn't left, and the light and shadow in front of him flickered, knowing that he was looking at him beside the bed.

He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that he had no flaws at all, but his breathing was slightly disordered.

Then, he heard Sheng Yun walking back gently, and turned off the lights along the way.

This meant that she really planned not to sleep in the same bed with him.

Song Yan was a little inexplicably annoyed, even if it was just to cover the quilt and just chat, or just to hug him, wouldn't it be... not bad?

But he didn't dare to think about it. After all, he had never taken the initiative. Not only did he not take the initiative, but he also deliberately avoided too close contact with Sheng Yun during this time.

I just want and don't want to, hope and don't hope.

He himself was entangled to death.

Song Yan finally made himself sleepy, and then slowly lost consciousness.

That night, he seemed to have a nightmare, and dreamed that the night he and Sheng Yun first met, the rain was pouring and the night was dark.

He was harassed, fled from the reception, and encountered a sneak shot on the way. In his dream, he firmly believed that the purpose of the sneak shot was to expose that he was the illegitimate child of the porn star "Lu He" bastard.

He seemed to see many familiar people standing in front of him, scolding him for being the child of Xiaosan, scolding himself for having many godfathers, scolding himself for being dirty.

He tried hard to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth, couldn't speak, his chest was about to explode, until he saw Sheng Yun's figure among countless people pointing at him.

He seemed to have seen a life-saving straw all of a sudden, and only hoped that Sheng Yun could take him away, so he shouted his name vigorously, but his voice still seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound even though he tried his best.

When he was almost exhausted and completely desperate, he saw Sheng Yun pushing aside the crowd and walking towards him. He saw Sheng Yun stretching out his hand, pulling himself up from the mire that kept falling, and pulling him back without hesitation. He was led away from the crowd that was about to devour him.

All the accusations filling his ears slowly subsided, and he returned to the quiet and distant dream again...

Song Yan took two deep breaths suddenly, and his body trembled slightly.

Then he found himself awake.

This sleep seemed uneasy, as if he had a nightmare, but he didn't seem to have it. When he woke up, he felt that he had slept quite satisfactorily.

He half-closed one eye and slowly realized something was wrong.

... In front of him is a clean and bare chest, with a sharply carved jaw upwards, and a messy nightgown neckline downwards.

Song Yan: "...!"

He turned over lightly, so that his face was not directly facing Sheng Yun's chest, and then tried to get up.

But the second step was unsuccessful. An arm was firmly wrapped around his waist, and he moved a little before pressing him back hard.

Song Yan suddenly froze, and the whole person was in a daze.

He was hugged in his arms with his back leaning against Sheng Yun, and he could smell the mixture of Sheng Yun's unique mint fragrance and bedding aroma, which was particularly pleasant.

Hearing Sheng Yun's slight breathing, he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

But the strength on his waist just now... didn't seem like a subconscious move in his dream.

Song Yan was stunned for a while, and wanted to test again, so he raised the arm resting on his waist.

... did not lift.

Now he confirmed that Sheng Yun was awake.

Just as he was thinking, Sheng Yun spoke above his head, his voice was hoarse and irritable: "Don't move."

Song Yan: "..."

He had never seen such a level of waking up.

Song Yan looked at the light coming in from outside the curtains, and was sure that it was not too early.

Sheng Yun always got up early, but now not only did he not wake up, but he also got up angry, which is not normal.

He was thinking wildly in his mind, but he didn't realize that the two were very close.

Lie back to back, almost touching from the waist down.

Song Yan's breath was stagnant, and belatedly realized what the strange feeling was vaguely felt somewhere behind him.

There was a sudden heat at the base of his ears, he couldn't continue to act as if nothing had happened, and his lower body moved a little away.

This action made Sheng Yun speak impatiently: "What are you always doing?"

Song Yan: "..."

He almost blurted out, so don't blame me!

Of course, he still didn't speak in the end, and shut up obediently.

After all, Sheng Yun seemed to be very angry when he woke up.

After tossing like this twice, Sheng Yun finally woke up.

... and gradually realized why Song Yan felt uncomfortable.

So he turned over, took away the arm on Song Yan's waist, slightly bent one leg, lay on his back, rubbed his eyes, and became fully conscious.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Yun pressed his forehead: "You had a nightmare last night."

Song Yan was startled: "...it seems to be."

Sheng Yun: "Not only did I have a nightmare, but I kept calling my name in the dream."

Song Yan: "..."

Sheng Yun: "I was woken up by you, so I came to see you and wanted to comfort me, so you hugged me and didn't let me go."

Song Yan: "?"

May I ask how credible this statement is, and don't let it go?

Sheng Yun finally paused, and complained slowly and pretendingly: "You seem to be very scared, and you still cry, so I just slept here, and I didn't sleep well in the middle of the night."

Song Yan was speechless for a moment.

Even a fool can hear the complacency in your tone.

He got up and sat up, recalling the only bit of nightmare memory left, and whispered: "Sorry."

Sheng Yun calmed down a little, got up and calmed down, sat up and asked, "What nightmare did you do? So scared?"

Song Yan thought for a while: "It seems to be dreaming of the night we d... met for the first time."

Sheng Yun laughed: "Is it all a nightmare when we first met?"

Song Yan shook his head: "...No, I just don't remember the rest."

Sheng Yun reached out and rubbed the top of his head: "Since it's a nightmare, don't forget it."

He wanted to pick up his mobile phone to check the time, but found that the mobile phone was placed over the sofa, and his current state is still...

Not suitable for getting out of bed.

He still kept one leg bent, and asked Song Yan, "What time is it?"

Song Yan picked up the phone: "It's 07:30."

Sheng Yun: "Well, the butler should be here soon."

Sure enough, more than ten minutes later, there was a faint movement outside the door.

Song Yan just came out of the bathroom after washing his face, and wanted to go back when he heard the voice: "Should I hide?"

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows: "What are you hiding?"

"Last night..." Song Yan hesitated, "I spent the night in your room, it's not good for people to see."

Sheng Yun said casually: "My personal butler is very strict. If you are worried, don't stand at the door. He won't come in."

Song Yan thought about it for a while, so he stood in a place where he couldn't see from the door and waited.

The butler came and knocked on the door, obtained Sheng Yun's consent, and opened the door from the outside.

After the door handle was broken, it couldn't be opened from the inside, but it opened with a twist from the outside.

After the butler opened the door and said hello, Song Yan hid inside and remained silent until the butler left.

Sheng Yun signaled that he could go out, Song Yancai relaxed, and went out to go back to his bedroom to wash up.

Song Yan just came to the door and was stunned.

In front of him, stood a lady in bright clothes and long wavy hair, who also stared at him dumbfounded.

Sensing that something was wrong, Sheng Yun also walked out.

He frowned suddenly: "...Why are you here?"

Sheng Jing didn't regain her composure for a moment, she looked at Sheng Yun and then at Song Yan, with a rare expression of guilt and uneasiness on her fearless face: "I...I didn't expect...you... "

Song Yan panicked for a moment, and blurted out: "Auntie, it's not what you think..."

Sheng Jing didn't listen to him at all, and suddenly turned around and ran away: "Excuse me, I didn't see anything!"

Seeing that Sheng Jing went downstairs and disappeared, Song Yan stood there and didn't know what to do for a while.

Sheng Yun walked up to him and patted his stiff back: "Go and wash up, it's fine."

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun in embarrassment, his expression collapsed: "What should I do?"

Sheng Yun: "...What should I do?"

Song Yan widened his eyes and pointed in the direction Sheng Jing left: "What do you think? Auntie must have misunderstood, why don't you explain it?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that the explanation was also very powerless. How could Sheng Jing accept that the reason she stayed in Sheng Yun's room all night was because the door was broken?First of all, it was very strange why he went to Sheng Yun's bedroom at night.

Song Yan was in the middle of a big collapse, and Sheng Yun's expression showed a strange expression that seemed to be indescribable, and he said stiffly for a long time:

"If you misunderstand, let's misunderstand... She is probably very happy."

The author has something to say:

Ms. Sheng Jing is ecstatic