I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

"Meow~"

The continuous meowing caused Song Yan to turn over several times, trying hard to fall asleep again but couldn't.

Until the fuzzy touch felt indistinctly on his cheeks, Song Yan finally couldn't bear it and scooped up the glutinous rice balls into his arms, and pressed the back of his neck: "Be honest."

It was obvious that Tang Yuan would not listen to people, especially he couldn't listen to him, and immediately struggled to death.

"Hiss..." Song Yan really couldn't fall asleep, and sat up with his body propped up, "Why haven't you seen you so flexible? But if you move a few more times, you won't get so fat."

After achieving the goal of waking people up, Tang Yuan jumped out of the bed contentedly, twisted the enchanting fat girl's little buttocks and left the bedroom.

Song Yan looked at her increasingly honest back, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Ever since she was sent to Shengyun's big house to eat and drink, she always felt that her figure had grown wider.

In the past six months, he has accepted the concept of scientific feeding and knows that cats must not be too fat, so he has always wanted to strictly control her diet.

It must be that when he and Sheng Yun are not at home, the butler sees her cute and can't help but feed her more.

Song Yan was thinking about finding an opportunity to tell the butler, and turned to the side to look.

The other side of the bed was empty, and the temperature was cold to the touch.

up so early?

After Sheng Yun suffered a fracture in a car accident, he stayed in the hospital for a while and then went home to recuperate. However, not long after he was discharged from the hospital, Song Yan received a new script. In a few days, he joined the group urgently.

After joining the group, the announcement schedule was tight, and he didn't come out of the set for a day at all, and Sheng Yun was busy with the replacement of the board of directors, and he had an arm injury, so he didn't come to visit the set.

After all, he and Sheng Yun hadn't seen each other for a month and a half.

Yesterday, when Song Yan's role was finished, he went home directly, but Sheng Yun had a meeting late that night, and when he came back, he was already in a drowsy sleep.

The last impression I had was that Sheng Yun went to bed and hugged him after washing, and he still vaguely wanted to touch Sheng Yun's right arm to see how he was recovering.

Then he fell asleep until now, and when he woke up in the morning, Sheng Yun was not by his side again.

Song Xiaomao, who had not been able to speak to her boyfriend properly for more than a month, felt slightly displeased.

He got out of bed to wash up first, then went to the glutinous rice ball room and opened a can of new flavor for him, muttering: "Just eat this, this one has less fat, you have to lose weight..."

The glutinous rice balls smelled left and right, pawed the ground and began to bury the excrement in protest.

Song Yan came downstairs and saw Sheng Yun standing in the kitchen from a distance.

Subconsciously, he walked lightly and approached slowly, and found that Sheng Yun was doing something to eat, and beside him stood an aunt in her 50s.

"Huh? Mr. Song?" Aunt saw him first, and greeted him with a smile on her face, "I finally saw him!"

Sheng Yun turned his head, glanced at Song Yan, and then turned his gaze back to the stove in front of him: "This is Aunt Zhang, who took care of me since I was a child."

Song Yan understood her identity, and said hello in a warm voice: "Aunt Zhang."

Aunt Zhang smiled happily, wiped her hands on the apron, and walked towards him: "I have always heard that there is a new owner in the house, but Mr. Sheng has never let me meet you..."

Sheng Yun put out the egg fried rice and brought it out: "Some time ago, Aunt Zhang has been taking the initiative to come here at four o'clock to deliver food and cook, and go back before you wake up."

Song Yan was startled, he didn't think much of this, he didn't notice that everything in the house was sorted out before he woke up.

Song Yan said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Aunt Zhang waved her hands again and again: "Hey, it's nothing, you big stars must pay attention to privacy, I understand."

After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she said goodbye with a wink and left.

"She came to teach me how to make egg fried rice more delicious." Sheng Yun pushed the plate towards him, "Try it?"

Song Yan sat down, took a bite, nodded and said, "Very good."

He looked up at Sheng Yun: "Your hand is just right, so don't do this kind of thing."

Sheng Yun sat down opposite him, and Shi Shiran said: "I'm afraid that some people will think too much because I haven't fulfilled my boyfriend's obligations for more than a month, so I behave well."

Song Yan: "..."

He took a sip of the egg and whispered, "...I don't have any."

If he really wanted to say that, he felt a little more guilty. After all, Sheng Yun was injured at home when he was out filming.

Sheng Yun didn't say anything else, took a sip of coffee, and said for a while: "I thought you would be unhappy."

Song Yan looked up: "What?"

"It's my acquiescence to allow you to meet Aunt Zhang." Sheng Yun looked into his eyes, "I wonder if you will be angry."

Song Yan lowered his eyes. In fact, when he first saw Aunt Zhang, he was also shocked for a moment. Although many people close to him and Sheng Yun knew about them, after all, every one more People know that the risk of being leaked is even higher.

But it was strange that he didn't feel so unhappy.

Perhaps at a very deep level, he also began to waver, because Sheng Yun continued to infiltrate his life in various ways, and he also unknowingly began to imagine that if Sheng Yun and What would it be like to face all the risks yourself.

It's like a drowning person who knows he shouldn't drag others into the water, but he can't restrain his survival instinct.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Song Yan raised his head and smiled softly, "You just want to taste what it's like to be splashed with dirty water with me."

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows slightly: "You guessed it."

Song Yan didn't say anything more, and didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed, but continued to eat the rice in the bowl.

It was indeed delicious, far exceeding the level that a young master Sheng Yun should have.

Nanzhou Yueming Hotel.

Song Yan came to the door with these six characters written on it again, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

The last time he came here, it was to attend the audition reception of "Morning Star Project". At that time, he was in a difficult situation and no one was paying attention.

But this time, as soon as his car drove into the road in front of the hotel, it was blocked by the filming media.

Wearing big sunglasses, An Yuan clicked his tongue in displeasure: "The organizer said that it is not allowed to block artists' vehicles, why are you disobedient? What should I do if I get hurt?"

Song Yan lowered his head, the car had a one-way film, and he could see the outside from the inside. He saw many flashing lights and people with various media logos chasing after him, so he closed his eyes slightly.

He is still a little uncomfortable with such a dense flash.

Tonight is the thank-you banquet for "Morning Star Project". Its attention and popularity far exceed the audition reception. The entire Nanzhou Yueming Hotel is full of brilliance and starlight, as bright as day.

The car stopped in front of the hotel gate, and the hotel security immediately stepped forward to open the way.

Song Yan got out of the car and was escorted by a group of assistants and security guards to the hotel.

"Mr. Song, may I ask if you have any plans to accept the ancient puppet "Jianghu" uploaded on Weibo?"

"Why hasn't Mr. Song's recent endorsements increased much? Do you have any plans for business resources?"

"After "Morning Star Project" became popular, do you have any new ideas for the next drama?

"..."

Song Yan lowered his head slightly, with a calm expression, trying to make himself ignore the surging questions and gazes around him.

Walking to the hotel entrance, he entered the hotel from the noisy media crowd, and the media were all blocked from the door, which made everything around him suddenly quieter.

An Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and strode forward, but suddenly felt that Song Yan beside him was walking a little slower.

She looked back at him.

Song Yan's face was still calm, but his eyes were trembling, and the brows were slightly frowned.

Because just now, he seemed to hear a cold voice asking:

"May I ask what is your relationship with the generation of porn star Lu He?"

This voice was extremely small and dissipated quickly. In the scene of dozens of people talking at the same time, almost no one noticed it. It seemed to be just a common and boring question like other questions that were constantly thrown out, and it was quickly submerged in the out of the din.

But Song Yan felt that he heard it clearly.

And even that voice was very familiar.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Song Yan subconsciously turned his head back, the media outside the door sharpened their heads thinking of taking more pictures, the flash made his eyes full of dense spots of light.

He wanted to find someone who looked cold and malicious, the one who just asked the question.

But he suddenly felt that the dozens of people outside the door all had the same face, with burning eyes, as if they were spying on something.

Inside the reception hall.

Sheng Yun socialized for a while, then hid in the small lounge in the corner of the hall.

He pressed his arm lightly.

After using the right hand for two months, it has almost recovered, but after holding the wine glass for a long time, I still feel a little sore and uncomfortable.

The lounge door was opened, and Lu Jin yawned and walked in.

Sheng Yun glanced at him, and asked coolly: "You're sleepy after only saying a few words?"

Lu Jin glanced at him wrongedly: "Do you know how busy I have been these days, so you, who have been on vacation for a long time, are also lazy?"

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue, and obviously didn't agree with this sentence: "I'm injured, what holiday? You look very envious, and I don't mind helping you take a long vacation."

Lu Jin hurriedly took two steps back, afraid that he would break his hand with something if he said it: "Don't, don't, brother Sheng is merciful."

He took two steps forward and looked at Sheng Yun's arm: "Speaking of which, do you have any sequelae?"

Sheng Yun moved his arm: "It's not obvious."

"That's good." Lu Jin said worriedly, "Although that dog got in, the wound on your hand can't be repaired anyway, so you're letting him go lightly."

Sheng Yun was noncommittal: "As long as the board of directors changes in an orderly manner and I succeed smoothly, it will be nothing."

He took a sip of the wine lightly: "Otherwise Ms. Sheng will not be able to sleep."

Lu Jin laughed: "I've convinced you, I already know what Auntie's difficulties are, why don't you call me Mom..."

Sheng Yun interrupted him, as if he didn't hear what he said: "Did you see Song Yan outside just now?"

Lu Jin thought for a while: "No. He didn't come with you?"

Sheng Yun remained silent.

Lu Jin tasted his expression, touched the tip of his nose: "He still doesn't want to make it public?"

Sheng Yun's index finger gently stroked the wine glass.

Lu Jin always felt that this matter was probably a small grievance between the two of them. He wanted to say it but he didn't dare to say it too much: "Maybe he also has some difficulties? He is an entertainer, and now he is very popular. He wants to hide the relationship. It's normal..."

Sheng Yun looked up at him.

What is hiding the love affair, it sounds so ugly.

Not at all.

Sheng Yun paused for a moment, then said for a while: "It's not what you think."

"Yes, yes." Lu Jin hurriedly smiled, "You just have to be good."

Sheng Yun's eyes fell on the trembling liquid in the wine glass: "It's he who doesn't give me the qualification to fight side by side with him."

Lu Jin didn't understand this sentence: "What?"

Sheng Yun stopped talking about this topic, and left the lounge to go to the hall: "Let's go, finish the social interaction tonight."

Coming to the "social" hall where the light and shadow flowed, Sheng Yun looked around subconsciously and frowned slightly.

Song Yan still didn't come.

His hand subconsciously stroked the cuff of his right wrist, which was the cufflink that Song Yan gave him as a birthday present.

——Of course he knew that it was originally used to repay the canned cat money, which reflected Song Yan's determination to settle the accounts.

It has been kept in the cabinet for a long time, but Song Yan accidentally remembered it when he went out today, and asked him why he hadn't worn it before, and then put it on for him himself.

Lu Jin stood with Sheng Yun, noticing his tiny movements, and at the same time saw the cufflink.

From the point of view of workmanship and materials, it is completely out of Sheng Yun's usual taste. From this point of view, it does not match every part of his body. .

He urgently poked Sheng Yun's arm, and while there was no one around, he whispered to him: "Brother Sheng, your assistant has to deduct salary."

Sheng Yun looked at him: "What?"

Lu Jin pointed to his cufflinks, and said cautiously: "Why did I get you a Taobao item? Hurry up, go change it."

Sheng Yun squinted his eyes, and sneered for a while: "No wonder."

Lu Jin didn't understand, so: "What?"

Sheng Yun said calmly: "No wonder you have always been single."

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