I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

The thank-you banquet is still going on in an orderly manner. Although the process is still going on, it is just holding on.

The dark tide is surging, everyone exchanged eyes with different meanings, and whispered with different expressions and tones. No one knows how many people are talking about the big news that just broke out at this time, and no one knows what will happen next. what happens.

But perhaps, there are many people in the arena looking for the person in the center of the storm, wanting to see how he plans to end up.

Many people remember the name Luhe, and of course many people don't. Tonight, this name has returned to the public eye. Those colorful conversations that people talked about once again became a joke between tongues. Numerous versions have been circulated.

But there is one thing that people unanimously agree on.

An actress, an actress from an ordinary family, was extremely popular with her beautiful eyebrows and plump and sexy figure——

Then the road behind her will definitely not be clean.

An Yuan was a little shocked when he heard this short sentence from Song Yan, thinking that he had heard it wrong, so he endured his sadness and explained to Song Yan:

"Do you have any idea about the current situation here? There were many media here before, and now many people are rushing here. Every media wants to seize the opportunity to shoot you. It is very difficult for us to get out. Now you... ..."

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence. She looked at Song Yan and saw that his brows were calm, but even his lips were a little pale.

She was very worried about his state, and she even suspected that once he was surrounded for questioning or snapped, he would even have mental problems.

In the past few years, she has suffered a lot in order to bring Song Yan to the fore.She knew that her abilities were limited, she had no connections, and she didn't have many skills to become famous in such an entertainment circle, so she could only do her best to help Song Yan take care of her work, but unfortunately she was unable to do so and made a lot of delays his business.

She doesn't want, dare not, and can't let her artists miss the slightest bit.

She firmly believes that Song Yan has an acting talent and love for acting from the bottom of his heart, and no one should bury him, let alone hurt him, whether it is people's words or his origin.

An Yuan froze for a few seconds, as if he understood something.

"it is good."

She whispered, as if to cheer herself up: "Yes, what are you afraid of, let's go out from the front door with our heads held high, we have done nothing wrong, there is nothing to be ashamed of!"

Hearing what she said, Song Yan's lips curled up slightly.

She said that she is quite passionate and has a sense of justice.

But he really didn't think about it that much, he just felt that he didn't want Sheng Yun to wait outside the door, and he didn't wait for anything in the end, so he couldn't let Sheng Yun down anymore.

The journey to the gate was relatively smooth under the maintenance of a stable order. Although Song Yan felt bold or cautious gazes along the way, everyone held their own identities and just looked away after a quick glance. He made way for him.

Of course, correspondingly, no one treats him with a smiley face any more.

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, he was used to this.

"Teacher Song..."

Song Yan looked up and saw Zhou Chun dragging his skirt coming from a distance, and came eagerly to say something.

Song Yan shook his head slightly at her.

Zhou Chun noticed his expression, stopped on his feet, and his beautiful eyebrows were twisted together because of shock and worry.

Her manager also looked uneasy, but still held her arm to let her avoid suspicion for the time being.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze and walked quickly to the main entrance.

An Yuan followed behind him, looking at his slender and thin back, as if it was too fragile to be vulnerable, but it clearly burst out with unshakable firm strength.

At the exit of the main entrance, the specially designated media mixing area has been overcrowded, and it is still extremely difficult to maintain order with twice the security, noisy, noisy, and crazy.

Song Yan looked at this scene from a distance, and felt that he was like the heat or flow of walking, being stared at by many people trying to divide it up.

His footsteps paused slightly, and he hesitated for a moment.

Then he took a deep breath and walked out the door.

His arrival was like a bomb being ignited. The flashlight in the dark night was almost as bright as day. Looking around, there was an invisible media logo. Every face in Song Yan's eyes seemed to be a formatted mask template. , are written the same established procedures.

The only way out was crowded. An Yuan arranged assistants and security guards to do everything possible to clear the way for him, but it was still difficult. When ten people rush up, people will maintain order, but when a hundred people rush up Order can only be trampled upon.

"drop--"

The whistle sounded suddenly, and the headlights of the car flickered on and off, pressing hard on the surface of the sea that almost drowned people.

Song Yan looked up, and after seeing the black sea, there was the island with a lighthouse on it.

Sheng Yun got out of the car, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp like knives.

"open circuit."

He said softly, and the security personnel he brought swarmed up, quickly, professionally and indifferently, paving a road on the long sea.

Song Yan stepped up and wanted to walk over, but saw the tall man coming towards him.

He was a little startled, and subconsciously wanted Sheng Yun to stay away, but it was obviously too late.

Sheng Yun walked through the crowd without hesitation and came to him.

Sheng Yun lowered his head and smiled lightly: "Go home."

Song Yan blinked lightly, feeling like he was dreaming.

Numerous flashing lights frantically lit up, but he didn't feel scared, and he didn't try to avoid it like before.

Sheng Yun took his hand, and Song Yan held him back, interlocking his fingers.

"Are you a couple??? Why hasn't it been made public?"

"Mr. Song, please answer tonight's incident directly!"

"Excuse me, is this what the official announcement means? Is your relationship normal?"

"..."

Sheng Yun turned around and led the lost kitten through the abyss filled with lips, tongues and sharp swords, with reckless or surprised or probing words and gazes.

Song Yan only felt that everything around him slowed down and became blurred.

Only Sheng Yun, who was holding his hand tightly, fell into his eyes clearly and deeply.

Song Yan sat in the car, subconsciously in a trance.

It wasn't until we got back to the villa that the surroundings really quieted down.

Sheng Yun was by his side, holding his hand: "It's okay, after I arrange for people to die, they can't come here."

Song Yan nodded, took a deep breath, and felt his heartbeat finally calm down.

Going straight back to the second floor from the elevator in the basement, as soon as they got out of the elevator door, they realized that something was wrong.

A faint light came from the living room on the first floor.

Sheng Yun's footsteps paused, and Song Yan was also slightly taken aback.

At this point, who will be in their house?

Before he could react, there was a sound from the stairs on the first floor:

"Come back? Come down first."

Song Yan turned his head to look at Sheng Yun.

It was Sheng Jing's voice.

Song Yan was puzzled at first, then curled up the fingers hanging beside him suddenly.

It's normal, Sheng Jing must know about the big trouble tonight.

He subconsciously looked at Sheng Yun, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment, and Sheng Yun frowned slightly.

"It's okay." Sensing Song Yan's uneasiness, Sheng Yun held his hand harder, "Don't be afraid."

Although he didn't get along with this mother, but judging from his previous performance, Sheng Jing liked Song Yan for no reason.

That Lu Ye came here, probably not to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

Sheng Yun walked in front, Song Yan followed, and the two went downstairs.

Just arrived on the first floor, before Song Yan had time to say hello to Sheng Jing who was standing at the stairs, his eyes turned and his voice froze suddenly.

In the living room, Lu Zhinan stood up awkwardly, his eyes were red and his face was full of tears.

She looked at Song Yan, clenched her hands tightly in front of her body, and another big tear fell down.

Song Yan looked at her for a few seconds, and was too shocked to speak.

Even Sheng Yun was very surprised, he looked at Sheng Jing: "...What are you doing?"

Sheng Jing laughed speechlessly: "Don't look at me like that, I look like I'm here to break you up?"

Sheng Yun frowned and remained silent, admitting that he was a little suspicious.

Lu Zhinan hurried forward, wanting to pull Song Yan's hand, but flinched again.

She took two steps back and stood with Sheng Jing, only slightly behind her.

Sheng Yun watched silently, and suddenly realized that she and Song Yan really looked alike.

Maybe looking at them separately will not associate them together, but when they stand together like this, there are countless similarities.

It's just that Lu Zhinan's brows and eyes have a natural style, but the foundation of this style is exactly the same arrogance and coolness as Song Yan.

It is only in the eyes of people wearing colored glasses that this style is equated with wind and dust.

Sheng Jing tilted her head, sighed softly, and patted Lu Zhinan's arm: "Don't cry."

Sheng Yun frowned: "You...know each other?"

Song Yan was completely confused about the situation, and even secretly pinched himself to confirm whether he was dreaming or not.

Sheng Jing ignored Sheng Yun, first helped Lu Zhinan to sit by the sofa, then handed her a tissue, and comforted her in a low voice.

It wasn't until Lu Zhinan's sobbing finally slowed down that she stood up, looked at Song Yan, pointed at Sheng Yun, and smiled softly: "I've known your mother much longer than you have known this dog .”

After nightfall, it started to rain.

Song Yan stood by the balcony railing, watching the rain getting heavier.

There were light footsteps behind him, Song Yan didn't turn his head, but said, "Have you sent me away?"

Sheng Yun responded.

Song Yan turned to look at him: "What did you talk about?"

Sheng Yun's expression was flat, but Song Yan could tell that the expression on the surface of a calm lake had just experienced big ups and downs.

Sheng Yun paused, then said with a smile, "Auntie asked me to take good care of you."

"That's not true." Song Yan turned his head and smiled, "I must be complaining to you about how difficult my life is, and then let you understand why I broke up in the first place and explain it for me."

Sheng Yun looked at him, smiled for a while and said, "She...maybe loves you more than she shows."

Song Yan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't comfort me."

Sheng Yun was silent, hugged him from behind, clasped his hands in front of him.

The raindrops were dripping down, and fell heavily on the grass and trees in the night, looking a little cruel and ruthless.

Amidst the dripping rain, Song Yan heard himself asking: "Are you afraid?"

Sheng Yun whispered behind him: "What about you?"

Song Yan didn't answer, but said, "I'm sorry."

Sheng Yun smiled lightly, did not refute him, but coaxed: "Okay, yes, I forgive you."

He thought for a while and then said: "I was sorry for hiding my identity from you back then, will you forgive me?"

Song Yan whispered: "Then why don't you make it up to me?"

Sheng Yun responded, "How do you make compensation?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes, the emotion in his eyes was dim.

The rain was getting heavier, the howling wind was mixed with the cold rain, and it was falling in all directions, making him so noisy that he seemed unable to think rationally.

Sheng Yun embraced him and wanted to take him back indoors.

Song Yan suddenly stopped moving.

The next action was thoughtless, just like a conditioned reflex, an impulse forced Song Yan to turn around suddenly, grabbed Sheng Yun's tie with one hand, and then hooked his slender index finger around his neckline.

This action made Sheng Yun's eyes suddenly darken, and his Adam's apple slid suddenly.

"how?"

Sheng Yun's voice was indistinct in the sound of rain that surrounded him.

Song Yan raised his head, his eyes were wet, merging with the rain on his face, he couldn't tell what it was.

His voice was very soft, and it fell into Sheng Yun's ears that he couldn't tell whether it was seductive or coquettish:

"You let me sleep."

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