I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Although the few young men present didn't know Song Yan, they had heard about it, so they stopped joking and greeted him.

Song Yan temporarily shifted his attention to socializing, shook hands with several people politely, and introduced himself.

After all the "socializing" was over, only Sheng Yun was left.

Ever since Song Yan came over, Sheng Yun stood up and stood behind his friends, as if he was trying to make his presence weaker.

But obviously, as a consistent center of the crowd, this effort is more or less just self-deception, and even friends who were used by Sheng Yun to block him consciously stepped out of the way, subconsciously waiting for Song Yan to come forward and say hello to him.

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun from a distance, stepped forward a few steps, with a natural expression, and extended his hand politely and friendly: "President Sheng?"

Sheng Yun's eyes twitched slightly.

Lu Jin secretly stood behind Gu Ling, lowered her head and chuckled.

Gu Ling rubbed his nose and watched the show calmly.

Sheng Yun subconsciously cleared his throat. In front of other people, he had no choice but to pretend to be presentable. He took a few steps forward and shook Song Yan's cool hand: "You're welcome."

There was chatter and laughter all around, Song Yan raised his eyes, and intertwined with Sheng Yun's eyes for a while.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that at the audition reception, they reunited for the first time after a year. They also exchanged some secret thoughts that only each other knew in such a happy place where no one noticed.

Although it has been several months, these secret thoughts are different, and the surging emotions are also different.

Song Yan looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. Others must have not noticed, but he knew that Sheng Yun must have seen it.

Because he saw a trace of embarrassment leaked from Sheng Yun's pretended calm eyes.

Ah.

You just said who would want you to cry?

This big talk can be blown to the sky.

Song Yan's eyes were slightly bent, and he ruthlessly delivered ridicule.

Of course, it was only for a few seconds, and then they let go of their hands, and each looked away, the two faces were still polite and alienated.

The ordinary relationship with unfamiliarity written all over his face.

Zhou Chun, who came with Song Yan, also asked hello one by one. She saw that all the young men present were young men she didn't know, and they were all friends of Sheng Yun and Lu Jin. Wanting to stay longer, we briefly chatted a few words and then left.

Seeing her leave, Song Yan wanted to leave too, but was stopped by Gu Ling.

Gu Ling stepped forward and said with a smile: "Don't go, let's have a drink together?"

Song Yan hesitated, Gu Ling gave him a glass of low-alcohol wine: "I know you don't drink too much, this is not a high-alcohol drink, so take a few sips less."

Song Yan took it, and Gu Ling said: "By the way, I haven't congratulated Director Lu and Teacher Song yet. The new drama is a big hit. Congratulations."

Lu Jin hugged Song Yan happily, and said cheerfully, "I thought Teacher Song was pretty good the first time I saw him. Sure enough, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Morning Star is really popular," Song Yan turned his head and saw a man with dyed brown hair saying, "My mother is also watching dramas at home recently."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Yan and said casually, "She likes you so much, she talks about it every day."

Gu Ling joked: "Is your status higher than yours?"

"That's right, I wish Teacher Song could be her son, and tell me to get out and not go home hahahaha."

Others answered:

"Yeah, don't you worry about your auntie by causing so much trouble?"

"As long as you don't run away all night, you won't be kicked out."

"What do you know, if someone doesn't come home at night, he is in love..."

Song Yan listened quietly to their chatting, because the topic had nothing to do with him, and he was not interested in gossip, so it basically went in from one ear to the other and out from the right.

His eyes were empty, and he didn't look at anyone, but from the corner of his eyes, he could see Sheng Yun sitting on the side, not participating in the conversation of his friends.

Song Yan noticed that he had been drinking in silence, and he had already drank half of the glass in this meeting.

I'm afraid he is still digesting the social death scene just now.

Thinking of the scene just now, Song Yan felt really embarrassed for Sheng Yun, and hurriedly lowered his eyes to cover up the mockery that was about to burst out of his eyes.

"By the way, my mother also said that she thinks Teacher Song looks a bit like..."

These words got into his ears, and the smile in Song Yan's eyes suddenly faded, and he looked up at the speaker.

The brown hair seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes fixed on Song Yan: "Like..."

The others also stopped talking, waiting for him to continue, urging:

"What?"

"Yeah, what does it look like?"

"Say it quickly, don't hold your breath."

There were also people who were more thoughtful and quickly tried to smooth things over: "You can't talk nonsense, he is an artist, do you know that it is impolite to say that he looks like someone to an artist..."

The brown-haired man heard the words and explained: "...No, that doesn't mean that, it means that he looks like a star in the past, not the current one, who is here, I haven't heard the name very much, I forgot..."

Song Yan's eyes flickered, and when he noticed that everyone around him was looking at him, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his fingers curled up on his knees.

He lowered his head, and suddenly wished that he could wear a mask on his face, or a mask and sunglasses.

When he was very young, someone said that he looked like his mother, but when he grew up, he gradually became different. Unless he stood with Lu Zhinan, no one would think that they looked alike.

However, this brown-haired mother is about the same age as Lu Zhinan, maybe she still remembers her appearance when she was popular, and when she sees herself, she thinks it is possible...

If you say it in public...

Song Yan lowered his head slightly, and some dusty and gloomy memories suddenly rolled up.

In just a few seconds, he felt a thin layer of cold sweat form on his back.

Just when others began to guess who Song Yan looked like, Sheng Yun, who had been sitting by the side without speaking, shook the wine glass in his hand, raised his chin, and looked at the brown hair.

His eyes were cold, and he interjected in a strong tone: "Don't talk about it, did you drink the fine wine just now?"

"Ah?" The brown-haired man was thinking about it, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and it took him a while to realize, "Oh... yes... oh brother Sheng, can't you make me drink? I really can't drink anymore, I have something to do tonight... "

Speaking of the topic, other people's attention was also diverted:

"What's the matter?? To be honest, what's the matter, don't make excuses."

"Isn't it to accompany your little boyfriend?"

"Who? Just that student? The kid who just went to college?"

"No way, you are really going to fall, what about your former love affairs? Now that you are married, you are strictly controlled..."

It doesn't matter if the brown hair is ridiculed by everyone like this, he looked at Sheng Yun and smiled: "That's true, if I had half of Brother Sheng's husband, I wouldn't be so cowardly, would I?"

Hearing this, Sheng Yun's Adam's apple suddenly rolled, and he subconsciously glanced at Song Yan who was beside him with downcast eyes, and threw an unopened bottle of wine far away at the brown hair:

"Stop talking nonsense and drink!"

"Drink, drink, it's wrong, it's wrong..." The brown hair was smashed by the wine bottle and grinned, and he called the waiter at the side, "Come, come and make a drink..."

The topic was taken away in this way, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense back was slightly relaxed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a look in his direction, so he raised his eyes and looked over.

Sheng Yun's face was as cold as a sculpture, and he immediately looked away the moment his eyes met.

The brown-haired drinker opened the wine, and raised a gesture to Sheng Yun from a distance: "Come on, are you done?"

Sheng Yun curled his lips into a smile, raised his arms, his black clothes complemented the golden champagne that had just been filled in his glass, then he raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

"it is good!"

"It's done, it's done, come on!"

"You haven't finished drinking, ah, no, no, no..."

"My cup is much better than yours..."

Song Yan also followed everyone's atmosphere and took a sip of wine.

He raised his eyes and peeked at Sheng Yun who was a few meters away, and saw him leaning on the chair with one arm, drinking with his head up in a loose posture, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, revealing a bit of inexplicable sex appeal.

Sheng Yun drank the wine in his glass, lowered his head, and met Song Yan's peeking gaze.

Song Yan: "..."

Sheng Yun tilted the empty cup forward slightly, hung in the air for another pause, and made a gesture of toasting.

Then he looked at Song Yan, smiled very lightly, and the corners of his eyes, which were always sharp, were slightly curved, like a stone being thrown into a frozen lake, causing ripples.

These movements and expressions were subtle and secretive, no one noticed, but Song Yan suddenly felt a little hot on his cheeks.

He hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes had no place to put them on the goblet he was holding tightly in his hand.

Sheng Yun watched his reaction, shook the cup in his hand playfully, smiled slightly, and then turned his eyes away.

The chattering and raucous joyous field continued, and no one noticed every little eye contact and air movement they were out of everyone's eyes.

Only the stars in the sky above the cruise ship can be seen.

After the cruise ship ceremony ended, Song Yan first left from the artist passage, and An Yuan sent him back to the villa.

After he took off his make-up, ate something, and fed glutinous rice balls, Sheng Yun came back.

Song Yan stood at the stairs on the second floor, with his elbows on the railing and his chin in his palm, watching Sheng Yun from the first floor come in and change his shoes and clothes in the hallway, but he kept silent.

Sheng Yun got up and took two steps towards the living room, only to suddenly notice Song Yan on the second floor, he hissed slightly, and looked up at him: "Where is peek-a-boo?"

Song Yan shook his head slowly: "I didn't hide."

Sheng Yun smiled, and wanted to go upstairs, but suddenly met Song Yan's downcast gaze, and stopped in his footsteps.

"..." Sheng Yun cleared his throat, "I said it casually at night, don't take it seriously."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "That's nothing."

He went upstairs and asked from a distance, "How about the glutinous rice balls?"

Song Yan was about to go back to the bedroom on the third floor: "It's good, I fed some snacks."

He went straight to the stairs, but Sheng Yun pulled the hem of his clothes off, and he hugged him into his arms again.

Sheng Yun kissed the back of his neck: "It's still early, are you going to sleep?"

Song Yan struggled a little, but was forced to press his chin, and turned his head to accept a light kiss.

Song Yan's breathing was a little messy, panting lightly: "Don't..."

Sensing the tendency of Sheng Yun's hand to touch down, Song Yan's tone became firmer: "No... I still have work tomorrow."

Sheng Yun paused: "Tomorrow?"

Song Yan nodded: "Yes, and it's a business trip, I have to go to Linzhou. There will be many activities in the future, I will not be at home for several days, please take care of the glutinous rice balls."

Sheng Yun frowned, slightly dissatisfied: "Who arranged for you to leave in such a hurry?"

"Cooperate with the crew's announcement." Song Yan was held in Sheng Yun's arms, explained, and unconsciously touched his arm on his waist, "Don't ask, you will come back after a while .”

Sheng Yun let go of him, turned around and picked up the glutinous rice balls that were rubbing against his feet, half-jokingly said: "Then I have time to go to Linzhou to visit the class?"

Song Yan was taken aback, but did not answer.

Sheng Yun lowered his head, touched the head of Tangyuan, and said for a long time, seemingly unintentionally: "Just kidding, I am also very busy, so I can't go."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and said for a while, "Sorry, I..."

Sheng Yun stood up, as if he didn't pay attention to what he said, interrupted him, and said with a soft smile: "Go upstairs and rest early."

Song Yan pursed his lips and swallowed the rest of the words.

"Morning Star Project" ushered in the most intense period of publicity and release.

Due to the rapid increase in popularity, for Song Yan, the intensity of business has naturally increased.In addition to the original live broadcast, interviews, and variety show guests, many new activities have also been added.

Song Yan turned around for a week, and flew directly to Linzhou in the second week. Counting it, he didn't get a good sleep for almost ten days.

"Teacher, that..." the makeup artist called him in a low voice, "I have to put on makeup, wake up first?"

Song Yan's head jerked slightly, recovering from the half-dream and half-awake state.

"Oh, you're so sleepy." An Yuan just confirmed the interview process, came over to see his state, and said distressedly, "You too, I said to push the interview, why didn't you agree? You are not afraid of getting tired. Come."

Song Yanqiang cheered up and patted hard on the cheek before regaining consciousness: "Forget it, they have been waiting for a long time, if you push again, you have to make them wait again, which is not good."

An Yuan didn't say anything, sighed, and poured him a cup of hot water.

After putting on makeup, Song Yan finally yawned a few times, trying to make himself look normal.

Walking out of the dressing room, he bumped into Chi Chao who was about to do an interview after him.

Song Yan stood still, lowered his eyes, and greeted lightly: "Teacher Chi."

Although Chi Chao was not very satisfied with this unfamiliar title, he gradually understood something during this period of time, and no longer forced the relationship between the two of them, he just said: "Did you sleep well?"

Song Yan nodded: "It's okay, it'll be fine if you've been busy for a while."

Chi Chao responded, and seeing no one around, he suddenly whispered: "Mr. Sheng isn't here to visit? He will feel distressed seeing you like this."

Song Yan frowned and looked up at him: "What do you mean?"

Chi Chao smiled, a little helpless: "What can I mean? Don't think too much, just ask casually. You have said so clearly that the blue man doesn't distinguish, and Mr. Sheng even called you "little boy" in front of me. I have sworn sovereignty, what else can I say?"

Song Yan looked at him suspiciously, and said for a while, "...he's not coming, he's busy."

Chi Chao said: "You don't want him to come either, do you?"

Song Yan's expression darkened, and he remained silent.

Chi Chao sighed softly: "Mr. Sheng has publicly said that he has a lover. You are afraid that if you are found out that you have been getting along in private, it will attract suspicion."

Song Yan lowered his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "This is our business, so we don't need Teacher Chi to worry about it."

Chi Chao said: "I don't want to take care of it, I just... think that this is not the way for you, you can't hide him forever, can you? Are you willing, is he willing? It's not fair to him. "

Song Yan frowned, a little at a loss, he took a step back, and said anxiously: "I'll go first."

He turned around and left, not wanting to give Chi Chao a chance to say a word, so he took turns several times out of breath.

After finishing the interview with great energy, Song Yan almost used all his strength, so he could barely see the tiredness.

After the interview, he got into the car, his whole body went limp, and he slumped on the car seat, unable to speak.

An Yuan drove the car, and looked at him with distress: "Okay, this period of work is over, the past half month is really exhausting."

She took a blanket for Song Yan: "Sleep for a while now? Or go back to the hotel to sleep?"

Song Yan shook his head, the sleepiness has passed, and now he feels less sleepy.

He suddenly asked, "What time is the flight back to Nanzhou tomorrow?"

An Yuan replied, "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "Can you make it a little earlier?"

An Yuan looked at the ticket: "Not too good, there is no flight in the morning, and it would be three o'clock this afternoon, you are so tired, go back to sleep, and leave tomorrow."

Song Yan was silent for a while, let alone, he really wanted to take the afternoon plane and go back overnight.

An Yuan glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Why, I haven't seen Mr. Sheng for half a month, do you miss him?"

Song Yan was noncommittal.

He picked up his phone, opened the wechat box with Sheng Yun, and swiped up.

His brows were slightly frowned, feeling something was wrong.

In the first few days when he was on a business trip, Sheng Yun had frequent contact with him, and he could always find time to play videos at night.

In the next few days, Song Yan became more and more tired, and he didn't play video with him for a few days. Most of the time, he went back to the hotel and fell asleep.

In the past few days, it has become even more strange. Not only did Sheng Yun not take the initiative to send him messages, but he also responded to his messages in a perfunctory manner, almost all of which were only two or three words, and there were always various reasons why he could not call or Play video.

Song Yan looked at the last message in the WeChat box, which was sent by him an hour ago, telling him that work is finally over and he can go back tomorrow.

However, an hour passed and there was still no reply.

Song Yan turned off the screen of the phone, turned his face out of the car window, and closed his eyes in a state of confusion.

"Are you willing, Mr. Sheng? Is it fair to him?"

Chi Chao's words suddenly rang in his ears.

Song Yan has always felt that he wanted to conceal the relationship between Sheng Yun and himself because he had a clear conscience. He was just afraid that if his life experience was exposed, Sheng Yun would be accused of some dirty things, and he didn't want to Others vilify them into nurturing relationships.

At least he still has not made up his mind and is not ready.

That's why he rejected Sheng Yun's idea of ​​coming to the state to see him, if possible...

He even wanted to go on like this forever.

But Chi Chao's words revealed the hidden worries in his heart.

A wealthy son like Sheng Yun has probably never suffered much neglect or wronged in his life. The only two times are probably when he broke up with him a year ago, and now he asks him to be an underground lover.

However, Sheng Yun endured it and never showed much resentment.

Judging from the frequency of chatting in the past few days, Song Yan felt perfunctory and impatient, which made him a little panicked.

Could it be that Sheng Yun still couldn't hold back his dissatisfaction after all, could the relationship between the two of them no longer maintain this precarious balance?

He closed his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and he felt throbbing pain in his temples.

From this came waves of panic that were hard to ignore.

If Sheng Yun is really bored...

The insecurities and doubts engraved in his bones once again completely wrapped him up. During this period of time, Sheng Yun took care of him so well that Song Yan even forgot the feeling of fear and worry about losing.

The phone rang suddenly, startling Song Yan.

He picked up the phone and found that it was Sheng Yun's call, his eyes lit up slightly, then hesitated again, a little nervous.

An Yuan urged him suspiciously: "Take it, what's the matter?"

Song Yan paused with his fingers, and finally pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Song?"

A female voice came out of the phone.

Song Yan's words stopped abruptly as soon as they came to his lips, and he couldn't slow down for a while.

Seeing that there was no voice, he said again, "Mr. Song? I'm Xiao Lin, President Sheng's secretary. We met."

Song Yan collected himself and realized that it was indeed Secretary Lin's voice.

"Yes, it's me, why do you..."

Song Yan hesitated to speak, what's going on?Could it be that Sheng Yun is so annoying that he needs to ask the secretary to express dissatisfaction or break up on his behalf? ?

He was thinking wildly, and then he heard Secretary Lin say: "It's like this... I told you, don't be angry, just..."

Secretary Lin's wording and tone made Song Yan even more flustered.

Song Yan pursed his lips, his back tensed, and his heart sank: "Say it straight."

Secretary Lin didn't hesitate anymore: "It's like this. I have been using Mr. Sheng's mobile phone to contact you for the past three days. The reason is that Mr. Sheng had a car accident three days ago. He is undergoing surgery these days and is not in good condition. Couldn't get in touch with you, so..."

Song Yan replied in a daze: "...Oh."

It turned out not to break up.

Wait a minute, a car accident? ?

Song Yan reacted suddenly, only felt his ears explode, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and his voice trembled: "What did you say, a car accident?"

An Yuan was also taken aback when he heard that, and quickly pulled over to the side to comfort Song Yan, whose face was already pale: "... Calm down..."

Secretary Lin also hurriedly said: "Don't be nervous, there is nothing serious, it's just that your arm is broken, and it is now in the recovery stage. It's just that Mr. Sheng is worried that it will affect your work status, so he wants me to use his WeChat to contact you. Tell the truth after your work is over..."

Song Yan listened numbly, and only when he heard that there was no serious problem did he start breathing again, and the disordered heartbeat calmed down.

With lingering fears in his heart, he couldn't help but impulsively said: "Why didn't you tell me? The big deal is to push back the work..."

Secretary Lin paused, and then said: "I explained this to Mr. Sheng as well, but he said that once you push the job well and suddenly, people will definitely be suspicious. If you and Mr. Sheng are found out by following the vines In addition, Mr. Sheng has no energy to deal with public relations matters, which may affect you."

Song Yan suddenly fell silent.

Secretary Lin's words suddenly made him feel weak for a while.

That's right, it's what he asked for. It's an underground affair, so it can't be discovered by others.

Once he suddenly resigned from the publicity job for no reason, he would definitely get attention at this hottest point, especially for yesterday's live broadcast, he had to give a reason for not showing up.

It seems reasonable that Sheng Yun chose to conceal it.

But it seems very unreasonable.

Song Yan swallowed the soreness surging up in his chest, and asked, "Give me the address of the hospital."

After hanging up the phone, before he could speak, An Yuan started the car: "The flight has been changed, it's in the afternoon."

Song Yan was startled: "Thank you."

An Yuan smiled and said: "I don't know what you are going to do yet? When I go back this time, I have to ask Mr. Sheng to pay me a sum of money. I have worked hard for you."

Song Yan smiled and clenched the phone tightly, still feeling lingering fears and couldn't let go.

This tension lasted until he came to the hospital, and took the elevator directly to the floor where Sheng Yun was hospitalized.

When the nurse on duty at the medical guidance desk saw him coming, she hurriedly stopped him: "I'm sorry, this is an exclusive ward for VIPs, and you can't enter casually."

Song Yan ran all the way, the rainy weather in early spring was obviously low, but he was still sweating: "I'm here to visit Sheng Yun."

The nurse asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

Song Yan: "..."

He took a long breath, feeling that this scene seemed familiar again.

Sure enough, no matter when and where, if you see Sheng Yun as an ordinary person, you will be asked about this damn appointment.

He turned around, picked up his mobile phone and tried to contact Secretary Lin, asking her to pick him up.

But after thinking about it, Secretary Lin is unlikely to accompany Sheng Yun in the hospital.

He immediately didn't know who to turn to, and he couldn't contact Sheng Yun directly. He still didn't know how he was doing.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, he turned around and looked at the puzzled nurse, and realized that the current entanglement was all because he didn't want to tell the nurse about his relationship with Sheng Yun.

He only felt his brain heat up, as if he was suddenly bored, and a string broke suddenly in his anxiety.

Song Yan looked at the nurse and smiled coldly: "I don't have an appointment, but I think I can come in."

He slurred his words, saying something simple but effective: "I am a family member."

The author has something to say:

Shouting out to my husband to pick me up on the spot might work too.