I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

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12 years ago.

"Why don't you let me go to the hospital to see him?" Song Yan stood by the door, blankly carrying a plastic bag containing papers, which contained the homework assigned in the past two days, and he took a special trip to the high school to get it The, "I also want to bring him his homework."

Lu Zhinan sat on the sofa and waved his hands irritably: "Can't you understand? Ah? The family sent someone to the hospital, and Chi told his mother to keep you away from her son! Stay away!"

Song Yan froze in place, unable to recover.

Lu Zhinan got up and walked in front of him. His son seemed to have grown a lot recently. A boy who was only in the first grade of junior high school was already almost as tall as himself.

"Let me ask you, what's going on?" Lu Zhinan looked very tired and his face was very ugly, "It's fine, why did Chi Chao say that it was because of you that he got into a fight with someone and entered the hospital?"

Song Yan lowered his head and remained silent.

Lu Zhinan was very angry. Because of causing such trouble, she was abused by the old lady of the Song family. Seeing that her son did not speak, her voice suddenly increased a lot: "Speak!!"

Song Yan was shocked by her piercing angry reprimand, and his whole body trembled.

"He...he came to pick me up from school," Song Yan said in a low voice, "Because someone at school called me a... a bastard, so he beat them."

Lu Zhinan's face turned pale instantly.

She began to pace uneasily in the room, and sneered for a long time: "What... what kind of bastard, it's all nonsense, who is it? Who said such nonsense?"

She came over and grabbed Song Yan's arm, and said eagerly, "Have they been talking about you like that? How long have they been talking about you?"

Song Yan lowered his head: "It's been a long time."

Lu Zhinan frowned and said, "Then why didn't you tell mom?"

Song Yan licked his lower lip: "...Mom has to take care of my brother, I don't want to embarrass you."

At first, he didn't even know the word was a curse word.

It was only slowly from the expressions and tone of those students when they said these words that I felt something.

Lu Zhinan looked at him, covered her mouth and nose after a while, her eyes were red, she knelt down and asked him, "What else did they say? You tell mom."

Song Yan thought for a while, then lowered his head: "I also said that I look like you, and I will be a man in the future..."

"Stop it!" Lu Zhinan suddenly interrupted him sharply, and stood up abruptly, "Stop it..."

She turned around and took the coat and put it on, her trembling hands couldn't even button it up, and then she went forward to grab Song Yan's arm:

"Go, take your mother to school and find the person who scolded you. Let's go to them and ask them..."

Song Yan stood still, and Lu Zhinan's strength was limp, unable to pull him at all.

A few seconds later, Lu Zhinan suddenly stopped moving. She squatted down slowly, covered her face with force, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Song Yan stood behind him, his porcelain-white complexion looked lifeless. After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand, put it on his mother's trembling shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I don't care, I don't care, I know they are Nonsense."

Lu Zhinan raised his head and turned to look at him.

Her son is only 12 years old. He is still a child, but he speaks and speaks like a mature adult who has experienced many things.

Lu Zhinan pulled out an extremely ugly smile, nodded for a while, and kept whispering softly, as if trying to convince himself:

"That's right... nonsense, how could you be a bastard? You are a child of the Song family, and your surname is Song. They are jealous that you were born in a wealthy family like ours, so they say that..."

She stood up abruptly and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I'll take you to another school, I'll take you out of Nanzhou..."

Song Yan was taken aback, but still didn't understand. He looked up at his mother: "Transfer?"

Lu Zhinan nodded and said with a light smile, "If you change the place, no one will know..."

Song Yan didn't know much about what happened afterwards.

I just remember that soon he was sent to another city to study, different schools, different classmates, everything was strange.

According to Lu Zhinan's request, he no longer makes friends, no longer talks to any classmates, and goes to and from class alone every day.

He approved of this approach because he knew that Chi Chao was beaten into the hospital for himself.

People who get close to him will be in danger, this idea is deeply engraved in his mind.

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"I'm a family member."

Song Yan himself felt a little shocked when he said this sentence.

How did you say that to a stranger?

He fell into silence, and the nurse didn't seem to be able to react: "Ah... Is it Boss Sheng's younger brother, or..."

Song Yan felt unable to continue talking.

Fortunately, without waiting for him to continue to prove his identity, Sheng Jing walked over from a distance and greeted loudly: "Xiao Song."

Seeing that she knew this young man, the nurse knew that the identity of "family member" was not fake, so she raised her hand to indicate that Song Yan could go in without asking any further questions.

Song Yan turned around and saw Sheng Jing walking towards him, standing where he was, suddenly unable to move.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled what Lu Zhinan said to him 12 years ago——

"My mother tells you to stay away from her son!"

At that time, he only heard what his mother said, but judging from her excited emotions, he could also imagine what kind of attitude she was facing, and how she promised never to affect others again.

Right now, it seems that time has passed and the stars have moved, recreating the scene at that time in front of him.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor was clear and rhythmic, and Song Yan heard Sheng Jing say warmly, "Come on?"

Song Yan raised his head, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while, and just nodded.

Sheng Jing smiled at him, showing a little tiredness under her exquisite makeup, and sighed, "It's good that you're here, I can take a rest for a while."

"Ah...?" Song Yan didn't react too much, but asked the question he was most concerned about first, "How is he?"

Sheng Jing said casually, "It's nothing, just a broken arm."

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan didn't know how to respond to Sheng Jing's tone as if he had just made a small cut, so he had to stumble and laugh in cooperation with her, but he couldn't laugh in the end.

He was still very worried, and always wanted to take a look at Sheng Yun to be relieved.

"I can..." Song Yan hesitated, and said, "Can I go and see him?"

"Of course." Sheng Jing stepped forward and patted his arm lightly, "I'll have to work hard for you later, so I'll go first."

Song Yan was startled: "What?"

Sheng Jing didn't answer him anymore, she just stepped back a few steps to call the assistant who was waiting at the side, and hurriedly walked towards the elevator.

That is, literally, she doesn't care.

All the groundless fantasies just now proved to be groundless worries. Not only did Sheng Jing not forbid him to visit Sheng Yun, but she directly threw the responsibility of taking care of her son to Song Yan.

Although shocked, Song Yan was more relieved.

It's good to see Sheng Yun.

He asked the nurse how to get to the ward, and he walked faster to the ward.

The closer he was to the ward, the more nervous he felt, wondering if Sheng Yun would lie pale and weak on the hospital bed, would the wound be shocking, would...

The wards here are all suites. When you open the door, the first thing you see is the living room.

Song Yan was ready to go directly to the bedroom, but was stunned after opening the door.

Sheng Yun, who was extremely distressing in his imagination, was wearing a hospital gown at this time, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Seeing Song Yan open the door and come in, Sheng Yun's expression that was full of "boring" and "boring" finally changed, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Here we come."

Song Yan slowly closed the door, stood there and looked at Sheng Yun in dismay: "You..."

Seeing his hesitation and surprise, Sheng Yun smiled and said, "What's the matter, do you think I should be lying in bed and unable to get up?"

Song Yan remained silent, let alone, it was true.

Now Sheng Yun didn't look like a patient at all except that his right arm was in a plaster cast and he couldn't move.

It even made him suspect that this person just fell off his feet, not a car accident.

The long-term worries dissipated all of a sudden, and the big stone in my heart fell. After I relaxed, I complained a little, and frowned, "Why didn't you make it clear? When I heard about the car accident, I thought..."

Sheng Yun interrupted him, and tapped the plaster cast on his right hand with the index finger of his left hand: "It was a car accident, but I was lucky and the car was good. If the car is ruined, the person will have a broken arm."

He sighed a long time: "It still hurts a lot. I thought I was going to die at the time. I wondered what would you do if I died. I didn't even see each other..."

He spoke easily, and his tone could tell that he was joking, but Song Yan felt a sharp tug in his heart, bursts of sourness surged up, so he had to frown and hold back.

Sheng Yun originally intended to tease him, but he didn't expect his eye circles to turn red immediately, and he looked like a cat who has been wronged enough and forced himself to be arrogant.

"Hey, don't..." Sheng Yun stood up, feeling that he had made a joke, "I'm kidding you, don't take it seriously. It was just a bump, it's not that serious."

He came to Song Yan and rubbed it on the top of his head: "Look at my biological mother. Does she run faster than anyone else? In the past few days, I have quarreled with her many times. , she keeps talking about why you haven't come yet."

Song Yan eased the soreness in his heart, and his nose was a little stuffy: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Sheng Yun cleared his throat and paused for a while: "It's the same when you're done with work."

Song Yan lowered his eyes: "Secretary Lin told me, but she didn't want to attract attention."

He took a deep breath, and the soreness surged up again: "It's my problem, I have been trying to hide our relationship, and you..."

Sheng Yun interrupted him in a low voice, with a serious tone: "Don't say that, let's discuss the matter, solve the problem, and don't take all the responsibility on yourself, okay? The car accident has nothing to do with you, and I didn't tell you because the injury was really not serious. , it's almost fine now."

Song Yan raised his head to look at him, and met Sheng Yun's gaze for a while.

He could understand what Sheng Yun meant, knowing that he only wanted to solve the problem with absolutely rational thinking.

And my unwarranted self-blame has no meaning except to bring negative emotional effects to both parties.

Song Yan touched his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Oh."

I have to say that sometimes Sheng Yun's extremely calm handling made him feel very at ease.

But this can't reduce the negative emotions in his heart. Maybe he won't have the guilt of blaming himself for everything, but it is inevitable to feel uneasy about everything Sheng Yun sacrificed.

Sheng Yun didn't continue this topic, but thought of something else, and said casually: "You came just in time."

He turned around and walked to the bathroom in the suite: "I'm going to take a shower."

Song Yan stood there, a little dazed: "What?"

Sheng Yun stood still, seeing that he hadn't followed, turned to look at him: "Come on."

Song Yan: "?"

what?

What is coming just in time?

Sheng Yun pointed to his right hand, which was immobilized by plaster, and said calmly: "My right hand is immobile, and it's inconvenient to take a shower. Please help me."

Song Yan was shocked and took half a step back.

Sheng Yun looked at him without blushing, as if he was just saying something as ordinary as asking me to pour me a glass of water.

After a while, Song Yan opened his mouth, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and popped out: "Just taking a bath?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them were silent for a while.

Song Yan felt that his subtext was a bit strange.

And Sheng Yun seemed to be reminded of something.

After a long while, Sheng Yun's eyes flashed with narrowness, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was very natural: "Of course, what else can there be?"

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