I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Hearing what he said, Song Yan suddenly recalled that what he just said seemed quite ambiguous.

No wonder after finishing speaking, Sheng Yun was also strangely silent for a while.

He touched his nose, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Sheng Yun's "of course" had other meanings, so he didn't dare to move.

Sheng Yun raised his left hand and pointed to his right arm earnestly: "Look, this is an objective situation, force majeure."

Song Yan: "..."

Well, it is.

The entire right forearm was tightly wrapped, obviously unable to move.

Sheng Yun thought for a while, then said slowly: "Then I'll call the nurse to come..."

"...don't." Song Yan immediately stopped him, cleared his throat, "don't bother others."

The bathroom has a bathtub as well as a shower area.

In Sheng Yun's situation, it is definitely not convenient to use the bathtub, but it is better to use the shower.

"It's not hot here, so it's fine without washing." Song Yan frowned and looked at Sheng Yun's hand. Looking carefully, the injury was indeed serious, and it must have hurt at the time, "Does it hurt when you move like this?"

Sheng Yun said casually: "It's okay."

Song Yan thought about it, but still felt that water was not good: "Wipe it with a wet towel, it's safer."

Sheng Yun frowned, obviously a little reluctant.

Song Yan said speechlessly: "Can't you stop being obsessed with cleanliness at this time?"

Sheng Yun didn't say anything more, acquiesced, and just emphasized gently: "It really doesn't hurt much, don't be overly anxious."

That being said, Song Yan can still sympathize with the pain he has experienced. After all, it is a broken bone, and it is no small matter no matter how fine it is.

Thinking of this, his brows became even tighter, and he felt more and more that it was his own negligence that he hadn't noticed anything wrong with Sheng Yun these days.

He unbuttoned Sheng Yun's upper body clothes, took them off carefully, and put all his energy into not affecting his right arm as much as possible.

After taking off his clothes, he poured out a fine amount of sweat on his forehead.

Sheng Yun cooperated with his movements, and wanted to make a joke halfway, but saw that he looked serious, nervous and serious, and swallowed the words that teased him when they came to his lips.

Song Yan twisted the hot towel, and when he was about to put it on Sheng Yun's body, he subconsciously looked around his naked upper body.

He saw some obvious abrasions and relatively shallow wounds on his right shoulder and back. Although the injuries themselves were not serious, such dense small wounds together made people startled, as if he could imagine the scene at that time .

"With so many injuries on your body, you still want to take a bath and touch the water?" Song Yan raised his tone, quite dissatisfied, "You didn't touch the water a few days ago, did you?"

Sheng Yun: "...No."

"What's going on?" Song Yan frowned tightly and looked at the injury on his shoulder, "How did you hit it? Did the driver grab it?"

Sheng Yun smiled and said, "It's just an accident."

Song Yan doubted: "Really?"

To be honest, when he learned that Sheng Yun had a car accident, he was crazily rushing this way, trying to figure out the cause of the car accident.

Considering that Sheng Yun had just announced his succession as the chairman of the Xingxiang Group a few days ago, coupled with his shallow understanding of the struggles of wealthy families, he was even worried that someone would kill Sheng Yun.

So until he saw with his own eyes that there was nothing wrong with him other than a broken bone, Song Yan's heart was always hanging, and he always imagined that when he opened the door of the ward, he would see him lying on the hospital bed without knowing his personnel.

Song Yan avoided the wound on his body, wiped it gently, and heard Sheng Yun say: "Of course it's true, otherwise what do you think?"

Song Yan thought for a while, but still said what was in his heart: "...I'm still worried about some deliberate conspiracy."

Sheng Yun turned around and patted his head: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Yan tilted his head and refused to touch his head: "Don't move!"

Sheng Yun: "..."

He withdrew his hand and remained still.

Song Yan's hand holding the towel landed on Sheng Yun's collarbone. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his strong and clear abdominal muscles and his thin and narrow waistline.

Reluctantly, Song Yan felt a little hot in the base of his ears.

His hand came from Sheng Yun's collarbone to his chest, finally stopped, and stuffed the towel into Sheng Yun's left hand: "You do it yourself!"

Sheng Yun was playing with Song Yan's expression with lowered eyes, waiting for him to break the defense, and chuckled a few times when he saw this: "Strike?"

Song Yan glared at him: "Your left hand is fine."

Sheng Yun turned his back, wiped himself and asked, "Are there any work arrangements for the future?"

The temperature in the room is not very warm right now, Song Yan was turning around to look for the Yuba switch, and said, "Yes, but it will be gone soon."

Sheng Yun: "What do you mean?"

Song Yan turned on the Yuba and adjusted it to a more suitable temperature: "I'm afraid that if I go to work again, your left hand will be broken."

After wiping his upper body, Sheng Yun said with a smile, "You're talking like I deliberately broke an arm just to get you back."

When Song Yan walked back, his eyes uncontrollably swayed to Sheng Yun's lower body.

The crisp mermaid line runs under the waistband, cinched somewhere.

The light in the bathroom was too bright.

It's not that kind of atmosphere in such a bright place, it's still a bit...

Song Yan observed it, and saw that the trousers of the hospital gown were simple elastic waistbands, so he felt that Sheng Yun should be able to handle it by himself.

Thinking of this, he wanted to run away in a panic: "...I'm going out first."

"Hey, wait a minute." Sheng Yun took two steps forward, quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pulled it back, "Want to run?"

Song Yan was pulled into his arms by him, while wanting to struggle, but also afraid of shaking his fixed right arm, he flinched for a while, so he froze.

Sheng Yun wrapped his arms around Song Yan's waist from behind, and hugged him into his arms, resting his chin on his ear.

"Give up half the job?" Sheng Yun smiled, "This is a bit disrespectful."

Song Yan licked his lips embarrassingly, and began to do mental construction.

He's injured now and can't move his hands.

It's normal to give him a hand.

In case of secondary damage due to tampering, it will be troublesome.

Do you still think about those yellow wastes at this time, do you think it is appropriate!

After a series of psychological construction, Song Yan felt that he could now be calm and serious and adopt an academic psychology of caring for patients.

So he took a deep breath and turned around: "Then come on."

Sheng Yun's teasing expression froze, seeing that Song Yan's hand was about to come up to his waist, he subconsciously took half a step back.

Song Yan's hand fluttered to nothing, and he asked doubtfully, "Why?"

Sheng Yun: "...what are you doing?"

Song Yan: "? Take off your pants, don't you want to..."

Sheng Yun's expression became a little weird, and he immediately interrupted him: "No, no need, you go out first."

After Song Yan's psychological construction was completed, now he felt that Sheng Yun was hypocritical, so he walked up to him and tried to continue to untie his pants: "Stop talking nonsense, a quick fix..."

Sheng Yun's eyes widened slightly, he pressed Song Yan's hand on his waist with his left hand in disbelief, and said in a firm tone, "...No, I can do it myself."

Song Yan's movements stopped.

Due to Sheng Yun's obstruction, the psychological defense line he had just built but not solid collapsed again.

Song Yan immediately withdrew his hand, his face flushed slightly: "Oh, then you should be careful."

After speaking, he fled in a hurry, rushed out of the bathroom and closed the door.

After a while, the rustling of clothes and the slight sound of water came from the bathroom again.

Sounds like it's going pretty well.

Standing in front of the bathroom door, Song Yan felt that the heat in his ears couldn't go away, so he quickly moved away and sat on the sofa in the living room.

There were a few more unread messages on the phone, Song Yan opened it to read:

Song Zhian:

[I went to see our mother today, and she said that Uncle Song seems to have started a new business. 】

[From what that means, I think it has something to do with the entertainment industry. 】

Seeing this, Song Yan frowned slightly.

He didn't care about his stepfather's business, but it was a bit strange for him to be involved in the entertainment industry.

He messaged back:

[When did Song Jianye start to do business in the entertainment industry, did you hear me right? 】

Song Zhian is probably idle, so he will reply soon:

[That's right, I also found it strange, so I asked one more question. 】

Song Yan looked at the phone, frowning slightly.

What the Song family hates the most is the entertainment industry. Back then, Lu Zhinan was very well aware of how much his in-laws looked at him because of his status as an artist.

And because of Lu Zhinan's previous "famous name", Song Jianye and the old lady of the Song family became more and more prejudiced against this industry, and the insulting words they talked about became more and more ugly.

Song Yan still remembers that when he finally made his first movie, Mrs. Song called him "actor" one by one.

After so many years of self-proclaimed high-mindedness, suddenly started to start a business in the entertainment industry?

No matter how you think about it, you can't understand it.

Song Yan continued to send messages:

[What about his other real estate and catering projects?Do you still do it? 】

Song Zhian:

[I didn't ask the specifics, but a long time ago, it seemed that the economy was not good. 】

Song Yan also knew that the economy was not going well, he still remembered Song Jianye's Hongmen Banquet a few months ago, and planned to use him to pass on the investment to Sheng Yun.

Of course, it was impossible for him to speak to Sheng Yun for Song Jianye's sake, and he basically forgot about it.

Song Yan vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where the problem was.

Song Zhian sent another message:

[Brother, Brother Zhao came to make up with me, do you think I should agree to him? 】

Song Yan looked at the message and was about to reply when the bathroom door opened.

Sheng Yun didn't wear a shirt, just put on a bathrobe and came out.

Song Yan put down his phone, got up and went forward to get the clothes in his hand: "Shall I help you wear them?"

Sheng Yun shook his head: "That's it, make it more convenient."

He saw Song Yan's cell phone kept on on the sofa, and said, "Who are you chatting with?"

Song Yan replied: "My brother."

Sheng Yun threw the changed shirt into the laundry room, and said casually, "What are you talking about?"

Song Yan hesitated for a while, and finally concealed the content related to Song Jianye, and replied: "He said that Designer Zhao asked him to make up."

Sheng Yun sneered.

Song Yan pursed her lips: "You know about their breakup? Don't you like Designer Zhao?"

Sheng Yun's expression faded: "I can't comment."

He looked at Song Yan and said in a low voice, "I just hope you won't be influenced by them. No matter what Zhao Chi's attitude is or how he swings, don't affect us."

Song Yan nodded and glanced at the ring on Sheng Yun's left ring finger.

"The ring... I wear it too." He took out a chain from his neckline, on which were hung two rings, "I put it here, sorry."

Sheng Yun saw two rings hanging on that chain, one was a handmade custom ring worth millions that he had just given, and the other was a Taobao item that he had given to him when they were still together last year.

Sheng Yun's expression froze in surprise: "Do you still keep that gadget?"

Song Yan lowered his head, saw the old ring on it, and cleared his throat: "Ah... yes."

Sheng Yun looked at the two rings for a while, then raised his eyes and landed on Song Yan's slightly embarrassed face, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't move his eyes for a long time.

Song Yan noticed his gaze: "...why are you looking at me?"

Sheng Yun smiled and said, "Look at you, you look good."

Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense, turned around and refused to continue communicating.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sheng Yun glanced at the time: "The food delivery."

Song Yan went to open the door and found Gu Ling besides the food delivery person outside the door.

"Yo." Seeing Song Yan here, Gu Ling was not surprised at all, and smiled at Yan Yan, with a subtle tone, "Did I bother you?"

Song Yan didn't expect him to come too: "...No..."

Gu Ling walked in directly, and it was only then that Song Yan realized what the subtext of what he said just now was.

Song Yan let the food delivery staff in, thanked them and sent them away, and then pushed the small trolley with the food to the restaurant.

As soon as Gu Ling came, the atmosphere in the room became more active. He leaned over to Sheng Yun's side, and kept clicking on his arm.

Sheng Yun was very annoyed: "What are you doing?"

Gu Ling shook his head again and again: "It looks like the injury is serious, it needs to be raised for a while, right?"

Sheng Yun said perfunctorily, "Two or three months."

Gu Ling turned pale with shock: "Two or three months?"

He glanced at Song Yan, sighed for a while and said, "That's troublesome, wouldn't it be up to us Xiao Song to come here?"

Song Yan was stunned: "?"

Sheng Yun frowned: "..."

Gu Ling didn't think there was anything inappropriate about his words about tigers and wolves, so he went to the restaurant to help Song Yan put the food on the table: "Come and eat."

Sheng Yun sneered: "I can't eat you here."

"Why?" Gu Ling said casually, "Is the beauty delicious?"

The plate in Song Yan's hand slipped suddenly.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Gu Ling caught it and said with a smile, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Sheng Yun got up and came to the restaurant, sat down on the chair, used his left hand to hold the bowls and chopsticks for himself, and glanced at his cousin: "In a good mood?"

Gu Ling sat on the chair, poured a cup of hot water to drink, put away his joking look, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Sheng Yun was silent for a while, and his tone was low for a while: "Is there no change?"

Song Yan arranged the food, not quite understanding what they were talking about, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Yun was silent, Gu Ling explained to him with a relaxed face: "My good brother has pity on me, I will be arranged marriage soon."

Song Yan was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Sheng Yun, but saw that his expression was gloomy, and he just looked at him.

This means that it is actually the default.

"What does that mean?" Song Yan didn't understand. After all, he always thought that Gu Ling and Sheng Yun were cousins, so they must have similar backgrounds. How could they get to the step of an arranged marriage, so he guessed, "Shang... ... a business marriage?"

Gu Ling shook his head: "No, just exchange me for something in general. You must know that my family is not in the same family as the Sheng family, so don't misunderstand me."

Song Yan watched Gu Ling casually say such words in surprise, only now did he realize that his face was extremely pale, and the rouge-colored tear mole under his eyes seemed to be brighter.

"Then..." Song Yan thought about things better, "The marriage partner..."

Gu Ling knew what he wanted to say, thought for a while and said, "Well...it's okay, young and promising actor, but it is said that he has a cold personality and is allergic to people."

Song Yan thought about it, there were a few movie kings who came from a wealthy family and had a cold personality, but there was only one who was recognized as "allergic to people".

"But it's hard to say." Gu Ling laughed, "You see, people outside say that Sheng Yun is so cold, doesn't it look good to me?"

He frowned, leaned closer to Song Yan, and motioned for him to listen to him.

Song Yanzheng felt sad for his marriage in the heated kang, and when he saw this, he moved over, thinking that he wanted to whisper something.

Then he heard Gu Ling whisper:

"Xiao Song, how is my younger brother's bed skills?"

Song Yan: "..."

Sheng Yun put down his chopsticks with a snap: "Aren't you busy with other things? Do you have to stay here?"

Gu Ling straightened up: "Hey, yo, look at your reaction, those who don't know think you can't do it."

He pretended to be surprised: "No, you haven't..."

Song Yan covered his face: "..."

Sheng Yun's face was gloomy: "If you don't say a few words, you won't die."

Gu Ling curled his lips and fell silent.

Sheng Yun could only eat with a spoon in his left hand. Sometimes Song Yan couldn't see it, so he stretched out his chopsticks to help him a few times.

Gu Ling watched from the side, smacking his lips: "I have committed a crime to come here to eat dog food."

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun and then at Gu Ling, still feeling a little worried about his marriage.

Gu Ling seemed to see it, the expression in his eyebrows faded, and he said in a low voice: "Don't think about it, your boyfriend can't help me."

He glanced at Sheng Yun: "He can't protect himself now."

Song Yan was startled suddenly, and looked at Sheng Yun.

The movements in Sheng Yun's hands paused, and for the first time his expression was cold: "Gu Ling."

Gu Ling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Hiding everything, is the way you two get along?"

There was a sudden silence at the table.

Sheng Yun turned his eyes slowly, met Song Yan, and said, "There are some troubles in the board of directors, but it's not serious."

Song Yan asked back: "Is it related to the car accident?"

Sheng Yun put down the spoon: "That's right."

He turned to look at Gu Ling, and warned implicitly: "I can solve it, so I didn't tell him, don't scare him."

Gu Ling said "harmful": "It's okay, of course you will get through it safely. In two weeks, the person surnamed Li will go in because of economic crimes, and you will be able to get the shares smoothly. If I didn't know, I dare to follow Xiao Song said?"

Sheng Yun frowned, looking a little weird.

Song Yan was confused when he heard it, and then saw Gu Ling say to himself: "I just mean that Sheng Yun can't help me, and he has no position to help me. I don't mean that he is going to make a big deal, don't think too much about it."

Song Yan nodded with a vague understanding.

Sheng Yun still looked strange: "How do you know I'm checking him?"

Gu Ling's expression froze for the first time, looking a little unnatural: "Did I just say that?"

Sheng Yun and Song Yan looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Gu Ling touched the tip of his nose: "I dreamed about it."

Sheng Yun still wanted to ask, but Gu Ling suddenly stood up: "I have to go, I have something to do."

Sheng Yun wanted to keep him, but he ran away like oil on the soles of his feet. Sheng Yun was limited by his right arm and couldn't catch up.

Song Yan also muttered: "Why is the eldest brother so weird?"

Sheng Yun was silent for a while, then shook his head.

After dinner, Sheng Yun had some things to do, so Song Yan went into the bedroom alone to check Weibo.

A doctor came for an examination before going to bed, and Song Yan asked to apply medicine to Sheng Yun's shoulders before he felt relieved.

The hospital bed in the bedroom is made no different from a normal bed, it is so big that it can sleep two people.

Song Yan had no choice at all.

The lights were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Lying on the bed, Song Yan felt the mattress sink behind him.

Then Sheng Yun's injured right hand rested on his waist.

Sheng Yun was a circle taller than him, so when he hugged him like this, he just wrapped him into his arms.

The familiar mint aroma enveloped him, but this time it was also mixed with some various faint medicinal smells.

Asking about these medicinal smells, Song Yan's emotions were aroused again, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It must be very painful, right?"

In the quiet room, only the breathing of the two people remained, and Song Yan's low nasal voice was like a kitten paw gently scratching her heart.

Song Yan heard Sheng Yun behind him say softly: "It hurts."

This time his tone was a bit serious, not like joking during the day.

Song Yan knew this was the truth.

Car accidents, collisions, fractures, how could it be painless.

"But it didn't hurt that much at the time, and I fainted." Sheng Yun said slowly, his tone calm as if he was talking about someone else's business, "It was more painful during the operation in the hospital, and I thought about it at the time, let you come to accompany me I'll let it go."

Song Yan swallowed the bitter air lightly, and said for a while, "Don't do this again."

Don't want anything, Sheng Yun didn't ask.

He gently rubbed the back of Song Yan's ear with the tip of his nose, and his warm breath was as if away.

The two were very close, Song Yan moved slightly, and suddenly felt something.

"..." Song Yan pursed his lips, a little speechless, "Just now I said it hurts..."

Sheng Yun was confident and confident: "There is no contradiction."

Song Yan didn't say any more, because he felt that the touch behind him was getting more and more obvious.

After a few seconds, Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore: "...can you be more honest?"

Sheng Yun laughed and said innocently: "Of course you are like this when you are in my arms. Is this something I can control?"

Song Yan is not stupid, he clearly felt his subtle movements just now, so it was definitely intentional.

After another half hour, after another obvious touch, Song Yan stepped back slightly to ensure that his injured hand could not be touched, then suddenly turned over and sat up.

Sheng Yun spoke in the dark: "What's wrong?"

Song Yan gritted his teeth, hearing his tone, it seemed that he really didn't know what happened.

Song Yan groped and pressed Sheng Yun's only intact left hand under his knee, completely immobilizing his upper body.

Then he leaned over and supported Sheng Yun, thinking that it was better to turn off the light, no matter how red his face was, Sheng Yun would not be able to see it.

He bit his lower lip, his heart broke, and he touched down with his hand, at the same time, he said the tiger-wolf words that shocked him:

"...now you're at my mercy."

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