I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan opened his eyes wide and stammered, "...what... what?"

Before the words were over, Sheng Yun bowed his head and kissed her with such force that Song Yan was surprised.

He subconsciously exerted some force on Sheng Yun's chest, but not only failed to push him away, but had the opposite effect.

Sheng Yun grabbed his wrist forcefully and slammed it on the door with his backhand.

It wasn't until the man's scorching breath came down that Song Yan really understood what he wanted to do.

This awareness made him tense every inch of his body, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

……

After a long time, the room became quiet, leaving only the ambiguous air flowing.

In this world, there is silence.

Nothing can separate them again.

The time was slowly stretched until Song Yan felt that he had lost the ability to think.

Because the vague consciousness was lifted up and down again and again, without giving him any room to breathe, he felt extremely tired.

In the sound of chaotic intertwined breathing, he sank into the soft mattress, and his fingers were lightly rubbed, as if being treated as a work of art.

Sheng Yun leaned close to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you can wear a ring on it, wouldn't it look great?"

Song Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the thoughts floating in the sea came back slightly.

He gently swallowed a breath that was out of proportion, and said in a low voice: "No."

The dark room gradually became quiet, and the scorching temperature was almost cooling down.

Sheng Yun lay beside him, holding the cat in his arms, silent.

After a while, he spoke again: "Are you scared?"

Song Yan raised his head, his forehead touched the tip of Sheng Yun's tall nose, and whispered, "What?"

Sheng Yun said: "I'm afraid of going public, afraid of being known about your relationship with me."

Song Yan paused, and suddenly propped up his upper body for a while, breaking the ambiguous and sticky atmosphere, replaced by a little eager panic:

"you misunderstood."

He added: "I'm not afraid of that."

Sheng Yun also sat up from the bed, reached out to turn on the light, and the dim and bright light immediately filled the entire bedroom.

Seeing light suddenly after a long period of darkness, Song Yan squinted subconsciously.

Then he saw that Sheng Yun's neckline had been ripped open, there were slight scratches on the shoulders of the collarbone, and the belt was also scattered chaotically.

Song Yan realized in an instant that he would never be any more decent than him now, and immediately subconsciously grabbed a pillow and pressed it in front of him.

Sheng Yun leaned against the bed, his expression looked like a satiated wolf in Song Yan's eyes, and there was still a vague smell in the air, which made him blushed uncontrollably.

Sheng Yun got up, gathered his clothes casually, went to the small bar in the bedroom and poured him a cup of hot water, and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Song Yan took the water, took a sip, and muttered in a low voice, "Ask knowingly."

Sheng Yun laughed and admitted this: "Yes, but you are asking what I think knowingly."

Song Yan's lips were pursed into a line.

After a while he retorted weakly: "I didn't ask again."

Sheng Yun smiled and lowered his eyes.

The night is already very dark, and after the ultimate joy, there is also an irresistible fatigue.

Song Yan was pulled into Sheng Yun's arms, and fell into the bed where the ambiguity had not completely faded away. He had no dreams all night.

When he woke up, Song Yan found that there was no one around him.

Not even the temperature, obviously Sheng Yun has been up for a long time.

He blinked vigorously, forcing the sleepiness away, and then saw the things on the bedside table.

A small velvet box with a note pressed underneath.

Song Yan knew what was inside the box when he saw it. He paused for a while before reaching out to take it. Although it was actually light, he felt it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

Inside the box was a plain ring without too many obvious decorations.

Although it looks simple, it is obviously worth a lot. The lines on the ring are delicate and complicated, which should be carefully polished by hand.

Song Yan's eyes fell on the note:

"I've been busy recently, so I'll go out first. You don't need to rush to bring the ring, it's okay."

Song Yan's gaze flickered, and he pursed his lips tightly.

This man had already considered all aspects, whether he gave the ring to express his determination, or let him not wear it to appease his worries.

In contrast, Song Yan began to feel like a demanding emotional liar.

He got up and got out of bed, carefully folded the note into a small square, put it in the ring box, and left the master bedroom holding it in his palm.

Sure enough, the house was already quiet, Sheng Yun should have gone out very early.

Song Yan walked to her cloakroom, turned on her mobile phone, and saw the WeChat message from Song Zhian.

【Brother】Are you free to come out and meet?

Inside a small box of a restaurant.

Song Yan frowned, looking at the young man in front of him.

His tone was a little displeased, and he said coldly: "I haven't eaten for a few days, and I don't want to live anymore?"

Song Zhian raised his eyelids listlessly, and then fell down overwhelmed.

Seeing him like this, Song Yan felt a little annoyed, and a strong hatred of iron and steel surged up: "Did you start drinking again? I said a long time ago, if you do it again, I won't..."

Song Zhian said softly, "No."

Song Yan paused: "What?"

Song Zhian repeated weakly: "I didn't drink."

Song Yan's tone became a little better, and he sensed something was wrong: "...What is that?"

Song Zhian: "We broke up."

Song Yan suddenly fell silent.

"...I knew it a long time ago. How could a family like his not care about the origin of the other half..."

"...Even if he doesn't care, his parents will. They want him to have a lover with a real root, not a bastard or illegitimate child as others say."

"But I don't want to lie to him. I want to tell the truth. If we break up, we can only break up. I have no choice..."

After Song Zhian finished these few words as if muttering to himself, Song Yan's face and eyes were almost pale.

He picked up his water glass and took a sip.

It is ice water, which cools from the lips and teeth to the chest.

Song Yan took a few deep breaths to make his tone sound firm and relaxed: "What's the matter, it's not what you think, just change it."

Song Zhian looked at him with dark pupils and asked, "Really?"

Song Yan nodded: "Yes."

Song Zhian lowered his eyes: "Boss Sheng can accept you, right?"

Song Yan's eyes drifted away for a moment, then they gathered again.

He hesitated, but the velvet ring box that was next to his body in the deep pocket suddenly became heavy.

Then he raised his eyes: "Yes."

"That's great." Song Zhian showed his first relaxed expression since we met, "It's a pity that not everyone is Mr. Sheng."

This sentence hit a certain point in Song Yan, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Song Zhian smiled: "Brother, will you make it public?"

Song Yan paused, then shook his head.

Song Zhian's smile faded: "Why?"

"As you said, not everyone is him." Song Yan heard himself finally speak out what was in his heart, "I don't want anyone to make irresponsible remarks about him."

Song Zhian thought for a while, as if he didn't quite understand: "What?"

Song Yan took another sip of water, his lips and teeth were icy cold, and even the words he said seemed to be completely cooled, and he looked extremely calm:

"What I am destined to carry, I just carry it."

"But I don't want him to bear the burden because he fell in love with me."

Song Zhi'an didn't quite agree: "You have nothing to be afraid of with an identity like Mr. Sheng."

Song Yan smiled: "At first I thought so too, but the longer it took, the less I wanted him to suffer even the slightest bit of harm."

When they broke up a year ago, he thought that Sheng Yun was just an ordinary person, and he didn't want him to bear the dirty things in the entertainment circle, and he didn't want him to be poked in the back with him.

Later, he discovered that Sheng Yun had hidden his hand, and he had to admit that in many moments, he would think that there was nothing to be afraid of with his overwhelming authority, and he didn't need to worry about him.

But after a long time, he found that he didn't want Sheng Yun to bear even a little bit of accusation against Sheng Yun, even a little bit of possible grievance.

Song Zhian thought for a while, then seemed to understand, and sighed: "Then what should I do? Do you want to be a lover for the rest of your life, like..."

He paused, then whispered, "Just like my mother."

Song Yan's heart seemed to be stabbed by everything, it hurt like never before.

Song Zhian suddenly smiled, half self-deprecating and half helpless: "Are we really supposed to be bastards with stains?"

Song Yan looked at the panic and confusion in his younger brother's eyes, and pursed his thin lips tightly. He really wanted to deny this sentence, but felt that he had no right to say it.

On this point, he was still a little weak, and he didn't dare to really deny it. After all, he had heard his mother say this, his stepfather said this, and everyone said that since he could remember.

"Actually, it shouldn't be." Song Zhian was a little dissatisfied, "We were all deceived by them."

Song Yan frowned slightly, then let go after a while, and said with a low smile: "You are right, you were deceived."

He leaned forward and touched the top of his younger brother's head. He felt that this gesture was like Sheng Yun touching his own head.

"Give me some time, I'll try to change it." Song Yan looked at his younger brother's deer-like eyes, making his expression and tone more relaxed, "I can't be a bad example of self-destruction in front of you, right?"

Song Zhian smiled weakly, but his expression was not so depressed.

"Okay, you're like a starving ghost now." Song Yan took the menu, "Eat first."

In the third week of "Morning Star Project", the unedited version was also released.

Within a few days of its release, the drama's popularity increased exponentially, completely exceeding Song Yan's expectations.

When he looked at the data report sent by An Yuan, he didn't even believe it.

"...Is it so exaggerated?" Song Yan sat in the dining room with a glass of milk, and made a voice call with An Yuan, "Did I make a mistake?"

"No!" An Yuan loudly denied, "If it's red, it's red!!!"

Song Yan opened Weibo and gradually realized that this was true.

An Yuan kept babbling excitedly: "This unedited version is really a brilliant idea. Now no one dares to say that you are unprofessional or that your acting skills are not good. Some compliments make you and I feel blush."

Song Yan gulped down his milk and watched his Weibo comments multiply, and felt the same as An Yuan.

"I just received an invitation to the star cruise ceremony." An Yuan said, "It's really hard to imagine. Last year we didn't even have to go on the red carpet. This year we can go to the cruise ceremony!"

The cruise ship ceremony hosted by Xingxiang Media is the biggest event except several official large-scale film and television awards. Due to its completely commercial nature, it has attracted more attention, more popularity, and higher commercial value.

Song Yan paused: "It can't be Sheng Yun..."

An Yuan interrupted him: "Don't think about it, even if Mr. Sheng wants to give you a back door, you have to have this position, and don't worry, Zhou Chun has also been invited, he is the hero and heroine of the Morning Star Project, it's normal, don't you Blind thinking."

Song Yan said no more and glanced at the date.

There are still two days before the cruise ship ceremony, no wonder Sheng Yun has hardly been at home these days.

Sheng Yun has always done everything related to the drama "Morning Star Project" by himself, and it can be seen that it is his obsession to create such a phenomenal drama.

In the next two days, Song Yan never went out of the room again. Only by not opening Weibo and WeChat can he pretend that he is still an ordinary person. It wasn't until the day of the cruise ship ceremony, when he made up and went to the ceremony, that he really felt it. The situation is different.

The whole live broadcast of the cruise ship ceremony, Song Yan entered the live broadcast room through his mobile phone in the car, and was dazzled by the dense barrage as soon as he entered.

[Cubs here I come! ! 】

【Ah, ah, looking forward to the Morning Star crew】

[Can I see my brother's peerless face again, thank you for the cruise ship ceremony, thank you Xingxiang Dad, thank you, thank you, thank you]

[Mainly thanks to Morningstar for saving the internal entertainment]

【How about more good dramas? Let's make more astrological scenes】

【Hope that Yan Zai and Chen Xing crew will live on the set forever】

【Live on the set + 1】

Song Yan put down his phone and sighed, "Am I about to be killed?"

An Yuan is going to accompany Song Yan on a cruise tonight, and is fixing her makeup, when she heard this, she said, "Don't be afraid, you can't kill him if you praise him."

Song Yan obviously disagreed.

He has seen too many rainbow farts in the past few days, but fortunately, there are no sensitive topics.

Maybe it's because no one paid attention to his background so they didn't dig it out, maybe the opponent hasn't done anything to hack him, or maybe the powerful public relations department arranged by Sheng Yun is too effective.

In any case, when seeing the hard work of myself and the whole crew being recognized, I was more happy than frightened.

The huge and gorgeous cruise ship is moored in the port. As the invited people board the ship, the cruise ship like a pearl on the sea slowly sails out of the port. The dazzling neon lights are reflected on the sea, countless seats on board and drones in the sky The camera will broadcast live this annual event together.

There are not only members of the entertainment industry on the cruise ship, but also big names in the fashion and literary circles. It can be regarded as a business festival, but also a large-scale social event.

Song Yan went to the place to go according to the staff's guidance, took out his mobile phone and sent Sheng Yun a WeChat message.

[I'm on board. 】

Sheng Yun didn't reply, probably because he was busy. He was also on this cruise ship tonight. During this period of time, he was busy with the grand ceremony, rarely went home and communicated with him less.

Song Yan first followed the bustling guests to the rest hall on the upper deck. This is the only place without a live camera for the guests to rest and communicate privately outside the camera.

Song Yan entered the rest hall first, looking for something to eat.

"Dessert counter over there." An Yuan led him to the dessert counter, "I told you to come back after dinner in the evening, and now I know I'm hungry."

Song Yan came to the dessert table and saw a figure from behind.

It's been a long time since I saw this back figure, and Song Yan almost forgot that there was such a person.

Ding Yiming also saw him, his eyes changed, and he was the first to smile and said, "Long time no see."

Song Yan smiled lightly in response.

Ding Yiming's attitude was still neither cold nor indifferent nor yin nor yang, but his unkind look faded a bit.

An Yuan leaned her head next to his ear and said, "He was dumped by Zhang Yi, and the benefactor is gone, so he has no confidence?"

Song Yan twitched his mouth after listening.

He usually doesn't care about these gossips, and An Yuan wouldn't tell him specifically, so he didn't hear any rumors at all.

However, he could still see that Ding Yiming's young Wu Qing could only be covered by three layers of powder.

He was too lazy to talk to Ding Yiming, took a piece of dessert and wanted to leave, but Ding Yiming walked up to him from behind.

"Morning star explodes, congratulations." Ding Yiming said with a smile, "You are really going to be popular, it's very different from before."

Song Yan looked at him indifferently: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

The smile on Ding Yiming's face couldn't hold back, he said in a low voice for a while: "I...I just want to say..."

He paused, and then went all out: "Can you tell Mr. Sheng, don't embarrass me anymore?"

Song Yan: "?"

Ding Yiming had a bitter smile on his face, it was very embarrassing whether he wanted to cry or not: "As far as he said, Zhang Yi didn't care about me anymore, and other companies didn't cooperate with me anymore. I haven't received any work for such a long time..."

His forced smile was more embarrassing than crying: "I beg you, tell Mr. Sheng, can you let me go?"

Song Yan: "..."

He subconsciously turned his head to look at An Yuan, and found that the woman had already hid away, leaving him to face this embarrassing situation alone.

Song Yan pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, you can tell Mr. Sheng yourself."

Ding Yiming: "You hate me? Won't you help me?"

Song Yan shook his head, looking at his nose and heart: "No, I'm not familiar with Mr. Sheng."

After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave.

Ding Yiming laughed lowly behind him, a little unbelievable: "Isn't it? You don't know him well?"

Song Yan turned around: "Is it strange?"

Ding Yiming looked at him and said for a while: "But I heard..."

He frowned, his face collapsed, and his tone became cold: "Could it not be you?"

Song Yan didn't understand, so: "What's not me?"

Ding Yiming was full of embarrassment, picked up his mobile phone and typed frantically.

Song Yan stood looking at him in bewilderment, and after a while he saw that he closed his eyes regretfully, raised his head and looked at himself viciously: "Crap, I didn't ask clearly, I thought it was you."

Song Yan saw that he changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and couldn't figure it out even more, so he laughed out loud: "Can you go and treat your illness?"

Ding Yiming sneered, completely different from the humbleness just now, showing a bit of complacency: "Your surname is Song, so you really didn't climb the high branch of Mr. Sheng. Now that they want Mrs. Sheng, you are still so calm?"

Song Yan's ears froze and his expression froze.

Mrs. Sheng?

what?

How did Ding Yiming know?

What did that bastard Sheng Yun do? He agreed not to make it public. How did he let others know? ? ?

Seeing Song Yan's expression stiffen suddenly, Ding Yiming knew that he had poked his sore spot, and proudly said: "He is still familiar with Dong Sheng, he was chosen by Dong Sheng himself, and the person chosen by Dong Sheng must be a serious and noble person." The noble son of heaven..."

He sneered a few times. Although he was unhappy that he didn't climb up to Sheng Yun, as long as he wasn't taken over by Song Yan, it would be pretty good: "...what are you, you still want to climb up to Sheng Yun's family?"

After finishing talking, Ding Yiming turned around and left, leaving Song Yan at the same place a little confused.

Sheng Dong chose for his son?

Righteous?

Nobility?

An Yuan eavesdropped on the sidelines, completely panicked, beating drums up and down non-stop.

She knew the relationship between Song Yan and Sheng Yun, but judging from Ding Yiming's description, it wasn't Song Yan at all. One, Dong Sheng didn't know him at all. Two, where did he come from?

She stepped forward cautiously, looked at Song Yan, hesitated and dared not speak.

Song Yan was still frozen in place, silent.

Looking at his face, An Yuan anxiously inquired about the news, and even got a positive response from Lu Jin, completely panicked.

Lu Jin: [I heard that too. 】

When An Yuan saw the news, the possibility of Ding Yiming lying was completely gone, so she had to close her eyes in collapse.

She really wants to beat Sheng Yun up now, why should Song Yan be wronged like this.

She carefully looked at Song Yan who was expressionless: "...are you okay? Or let's go back?"

Song Yan shook his head: "If you don't go back, what are you going to do?"

An Yuan pursed her lips, thinking that the child might be sad and stupid.

When the time came, she accompanied Song Yan out of the lounge, ready to go to the grand ceremony.

Before the grand ceremony started, there were some simple speeches and welcome sessions. Tonight, Sheng Yun temporarily added a session, announcing that the former chairman, Sheng Jing, would transfer 40.00% of the shares under his name to him, and that he was going to succeed the director of Xingxiang Group long.

The live broadcast room was not interested in this session at first, but after Sheng Yun appeared on the stage, there were more bullet screens in an instant.

【Who is this? 】

[Fuck, why isn't he a 50-year-old middle-aged greasy old man? 】

[I'm in a hurry, is this the reality of Mr. Ba's novels? 】

【Ahhhhhhhh such a handsome young guy, what treasure did I miss?】

[Don't you know the previous one, the CEO of Xingxiang Media, he is young, rich, good-looking, and the standard dominates the boss]

Song Yan sat on the seat and looked at Sheng Yun on the big screen from a distance. He was dressed in a low-key and luxurious high-end suit. In an instant, it first came into his eyes.

After announcing the succession news, thousands of people applauded for a long time at the grand ceremony, and when it was slow and quiet, Sheng Yun spoke again.

"Tonight I want to say a word to someone I will be with for the rest of my life."

This sentence instantly detonated the atmosphere of the scene, everyone couldn't help whispering, and the atmosphere suddenly became difficult to control.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is dense:

【My ears are blind? ? 】

[What did he just say, to be with you for the rest of your life? ? 】

[Grass, marry early? 】

[No way, did I fall in love just now? ? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Yan's eyes fell directly on the person in the distance.

His words seemed to be addressed only to himself. The thousands of people present and the millions of people in the live broadcast room did not seem to exist, as if he and him were in a time and space that belonged to only two people. The echoing voice seemed to him also like a whisper.

Passing through the bustling crowd, Song Yan's gaze and that person's gaze quietly met.

Sheng Yun hooked the corners of his lips, and the ring on the ring finger of his left hand was shining slightly: "I will always be here."

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and everyone was inquiring about who the other person was, who was the noble man personally selected by Chairman Sheng, who became the new head of Xingxiang Group and wanted to work together for a lifetime.

An Yuan sat next to Song Yan, her eyes were only on this poor kitty who was probably hurt by love and had tears in her eyes.

She tugged at Song Yan's sleeve, the crowd around her was too loud, she could only comfort him with her eyes.

She leaned close to his ear and tried to say loudly: "Don't worry about this dog man, we will be better next time!"

Song Yan didn't realize An Yuan's misunderstanding from the beginning to the end, only heard what she said about a man, so he put away the sore nose caused by being moved, and said in her ear quite agreeingly:

"I also want to say, what kind of weird character set up for me!"

The author has something to say:

An Yuan: So I am the only one living in the ancient gossip and bloody novels?

ps (There is a bit of content that can’t be released, let’s see it in Big Eye Boy)