I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Ten o'clock the next morning.

Sunlight had already poured in through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the messy bed.

A white ankle was exposed from the corner of the dark green quilt, and there were scattered ties and waist buttons extending upwards, and finally the bare arm hanging by the bed, with a little strange red mark on the back shoulder.

"hiss……"

Song Yan moved his body lightly, and gasped because of the soreness all over his body.

He buried his face in the pillow, and maintained this posture lying under the quilt for a long time, lost in thought.

What happened last night?

Last night was a gloomy day, but he couldn't remember what kind of vicious words or strange eyes he faced.

The memory instinctively erased some of this part of the scene, and what was covered was the absurdity of last night.

Song Yan stuffed his face into the pillow until he couldn't breathe, then turned his face and took a few deep breaths.

He was lying on the bed in large characters, the temperature beside him was already cold, it was obvious that Sheng Yun had woken up a long time ago.

Song Yan continued to linger, not wanting to get up very much.

In addition to the indescribable soreness and pain from the waist down, which made him too lazy to move, it was more of a mental contusion.

There was a sound of light footsteps outside the bedroom door, Song Yan hurriedly buried his face back in the pillow again, and began to pretend to be asleep.

The very light footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped when they reached their side.

There was the sound of something being put down on the bedside table, and then nothing happened.

It was quiet all around.

Song Yan closed his eyes tightly, thinking that anyway, he could only see the back of his head now, and he couldn't see that he was pretending to sleep anyway.

After being quiet for a while, Song Yan couldn't help but slander what this man was doing, standing there staring at the back of his head?

There was a slight touch on the top of the head, one after another, Song Yan frowned, and could tell that it was him playing with his hair with his fingers.

It felt from the top of the head to the back of the head, and then to the place near the neck.

Song Yan: "..."

The conditioned reflex made him shrink back his neck uncontrollably.

Sheng Yun who was behind him laughed: "You sleep like this, don't you feel bored?"

"I don't mind." Song Yan's voice muffled from the pillow, buzzing, "Don't you often sleep like this with Tang Yuan."

Sheng Yun replied: "Okay, then you can continue to sleep. I'll put breakfast here for you, and then go to bed after eating. I have two meetings today, and I may come back later tonight."

Song Yan said coldly, "You'd better come back tomorrow."

Sheng Yun chuckled twice, half-jokingly said: "Then I will try my best."

Song Yan stopped talking, and didn't bother to talk to him.

He hoped that Sheng Yun would get out of this bedroom quickly, so that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Not to mention, it's really boring.

I don't know how the glutinous rice balls are made. I can sleep for an hour or two with my head buried. Don't cats need oxygen when they sleep?Or do they breathe through the tips of their ears?

Song Yan thought wildly, only to realize that there was no sound of footsteps, which meant that Sheng Yun hadn't left yet.

He didn't move either, he simply lost himself, pretending to be asleep again.

After a long while, he pretended to be asleep and pretended to suffocate himself. Suddenly, he felt someone gently pressing on his waist and hips, and then Sheng Yun asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

It sounded a little worried.

Song Yan: "..."

Nothing is boring!Don't you know what you're doing? !

It just so happened that he was so suffocated that he was really a little hypoxic at this time, he used his arms to prop up his upper body, turned his head and glared at him: "Get out."

Sheng Yun straightened his body and raised his eyebrows at him: "Sure enough, he didn't fall asleep."

Song Yan knew he was being fooled, but he still insisted: "...No, you woke me up."

Sheng Yun smiled, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, then I'm leaving."

Song Yan watched him leave the room, furious.

He couldn't fall asleep either, so he could only struggle to get up, and walked to the bathroom with difficulty to wash up.

Looking up into the mirror, Song Yan suddenly choked up.

The neckline of the pajamas was open, and you could clearly see the little red marks from the collarbone to the chest, every place seemed to remind me how much I suffered last night.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, regretting why he didn't leave some shameful marks on Sheng Yun's neck, and he didn't see such a smug face just now.

After washing up, Song Yan wanted to change clothes, but the indescribable discomfort made him unable to operate, so he finally gave up.

He returned to the bed and looked at the dinner plate that Sheng Yun put on the bedside table.

Simple homemade sandwiches and a cup of hot soy milk are both his favorites. Judging from the browning of the sandwich bread, it should be made by Sheng Yun himself.

Oh, I don't even want to eat it.

Song Yan put aside his breakfast and picked up his phone.

The villa was quiet and quiet, but he knew that it was a bloody storm outside.

Especially on hot searches.

Song Yan didn't even open Weibo, and didn't want to see any news about last night yet.

The fact that Sheng Jing and Lu Zhinan knew each other was enough to surprise him so much that he couldn't think normally, let alone digest all the past events that they said in one go.

Song Yan closed his eyes, but felt a faint sense of relief.

There is no need to hide anything, no need to worry about anything, and no need to ask myself countless times whether I should give up my love of acting and become an ordinary person hidden in the crowd.

If there is any wind knife, frost sword, it will be directed at him.

There is an unread message on the phone, which is Lu Zhinan's WeChat.

[I will get a divorce as soon as possible. 】

Song Yan just took a look, and felt that his heart was hit hard by something.

Last night when she cried and said that she would definitely get divorced and stand up to bear everything, he still felt that she was too impulsive and emotional.

However, as the night passed, her thoughts did not change.

This may be due to Sheng Jing.

Song Yan still remembers that he said last night that if it really doesn't work, he is willing to quit the entertainment industry. After all, he insisted on becoming an actor from the beginning because of his luck and selfishness.

He had thought about it during this time, if it was for the sake of being with Sheng Yun, he would be willing to retire.

When he said this, he looked at his mother and felt that he had made exactly the same choice as her, giving up his acting career for the sake of his lover not to suffer rumors.

The only difference is that the man for whom Lu Zhinan gave up everything also abandoned her in the end, leaving her in that stormy era, and finally forced her to remarry Song Jianye.

Song Yan thought that if his fate was different from that of his mother, it must be because the person he chose was Sheng Yun.

He made a decision in this way, but Sheng Jing refused first.

"Why do you want to quit? Not only do you not quit, you and your mother have to stand up and be an actor together. If there is a mistake, it is also the fault of those people with dirty eyes. It has nothing to do with you. We only need to move towards this goal. That's it."

Song Yan was a little surprised, he never seemed to have considered this possibility.

He looked at Sheng Yun, noticed his calm and firm expression, and realized for the first time why Sheng Yun was angry with himself because he pushed him away several times with the reason of "for his reputation".

Song Yan leaned against the bed, took the soy milk cup on the bedside table, and took a sip.

After recalling the four-person confession last night in his mind, Song Yan felt more and more that he had done something wrong.

In the past year, if they had had such an opportunity to tell Sheng Yun what happened earlier, they wouldn't have to torture each other for so long.

After eating, Song Yan continued to fall asleep all night.

When he woke up vaguely again, there was a trace of warm light unique to dusk through the thick curtains outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Originally, he didn't want to get up, but he was really hungry.

The breakfast on the head of the bed was already completely cold, Song Yan struggled a little inwardly, thinking that he would not have to eat cold food because he was too lazy to go downstairs.

He got up and got out of bed, feeling that the soreness below the waist not only did not ease, but became more serious.

Song Yan didn't even take the stairs, so the elevators went down the two floors.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Yan saw Sheng Yun drinking coffee at the bar on the first floor with a computer in front of him, as if he was processing work.

Song Yan paused for a moment, he didn't expect this person to come back so soon, he thought at least he wouldn't return until after the party ended at □□ in the evening.

Song Yan tightened his neckline a little more, trying to cover up all the traces, before walking out of the elevator door.

Sheng Yun lifted his gaze from the computer a little, and swayed on Song Yan's exposed calves, noticing that he had wrapped up every exposed skin on his upper body as much as possible in his clothes. The head is also stuffed in.

It's a good thing if you didn't do this, but you just did, and Sheng Yun immediately recalled the charming scene last night, as well as seeing the traces left by himself on his skin through this snow-white nightgown.

He cleared his throat lightly, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Song Yan came to the bar and stood several meters away from Sheng Yun: "So early?"

Seeing him hiding far away, Sheng Yun laughed and said, "Why are you standing so far away?"

Song Yan rolled his eyes in his heart, otherwise, did he still expect to meet and have a passionate kiss after the night of deep hatred last night?

He now remembered that last night Sheng Yun tossed and tossed him three or four times in bed, went to sleep, woke up and did it again, and tossed and tossed until three o'clock in the morning, and when he didn't care about his begging for mercy and insisted on making him a mess , I was so angry that my hair exploded.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't speak, Sheng Yun turned and said: "I just came back after a meeting, and didn't go out to eat. There are ready-made meals in the warming cabinet, and I've already eaten them. I didn't expect you to sleep for so long. I didn't call you."

Song Yan let out an "oh".

What was unexpected, who kept him from sleeping well all night, didn't Sheng Yun know?

Song Yan didn't want to talk to him anymore, but remembering what he was concerned about now, he asked more: "What happened last night... Does it have any impact on you in the company?"

Sheng Yun shook his head: "Why would you ask such a question, of course not."

He paused, and continued: "Aunt Lu will do some work according to Ms. Sheng's arrangement in the future. Don't worry, we will definitely have the right to speak."

Song Yan remained silent.

Sheng Yun's eyes fell on the ring on Song Yan's finger, and he smiled lightly: "With me here, what else do you have to be afraid of?"

Song Yan nodded, and whispered for a while, "There are still some, I'm afraid of you."

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows, played with this sentence for a while, and then laughed: "Okay, then in order to let Teacher Song dispel his guard against me, I will go get you dinner."

Sheng Yun took out the dinner plate, it was sweet and sour pork tenderloin and stir-fried lettuce.

Just made this a while ago, so fresh and steaming.

Sheng Yun put the food on the table: "Come and have a taste."

Song Yan hesitated a little.

Normally, he should sit next to Sheng Yun and eat.

But now he doesn't want to get too close to Sheng Yun.

So he walked around behind Sheng Yun and tried to sit opposite, but before he could go around, Sheng Yun grabbed his sleeve.

Song Yan paused: "Why?"

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows, didn't answer him, and suddenly pulled him into his arms with force.

Before Song Yan could react, he sat on Sheng Yun's lap and was hugged tightly by his waist.

The slight discomfort made Song Yan hiss imperceptibly.

Sheng Yun hugged him and raised his chin: "What are you hiding from?"

Song Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said bluntly, "Hiding you."

"Why?" Sheng Yun smiled, "I won't eat you again."

Song Yan: "..."

He felt that this sentence was wrong.

He was really likely to be eaten by Sheng Yun! !

Song Yan said speechlessly: "I want to eat, let me go."

Sheng Yun naturally moved the dinner plate in front of him, signaling that he could eat: "Isn't it the same wherever you sit?"

Song Yan pursed her lips, obviously disapproving.

Can sitting on a chair and eating well be the same as sitting on his lap?

Song Yan lowered his head slightly, staring at Sheng Yun's face that was close at hand, expressing his dissatisfaction.

But not only was Sheng Yun not threatened, he even pretended to be wrong and picked up the spoon: "You want me to feed you?"

Song Yan laughed angrily, and pulled the spoon out of his hand.

Sheng Yun didn't seem to expect that he would use such force, and before he could react, his forearm was knocked against the edge of the bar by inertia.

Sheng Yun let out a soft "hiss".

Song Yan was taken aback, and suddenly realized that it happened to be the place where the fracture was injured. Although he had been working normally for a long time, the old injury might still hurt there, and he became a little nervous.

"Are you okay?" He frowned, wanting to touch Sheng Yun's hand, "Sorry, I..."

Sheng Yun didn't speak, turned his right hand over, grabbed Song Yan's tentative hand, then pulled his upper body down, raised his chin and kissed it.

Song Yan opened his eyes wide, and it took him a while to realize that he might have fallen into his trick again.

Sheng Yun refused to let him go, raised the corner of his straight jaw slightly, and kissed him a lingering kiss.

But Song Yanxue was smart, and he noticed that something was not innocent from this kiss that seemed to be very affectionate.

He whined a few times and tried to get off his legs, but his waist was tightly bound by his arms, so he had to struggle hard.

Without struggling twice, Song Yan immediately stopped moving as if he had been shocked by something.

Sheng Yun let him go at this time, Song Yan raised his head, the corners of his mouth were red, and his eyes were filled with physiological tears caused by poor breathing.

He gritted his back teeth lightly, and said for a while, "Are you still a human being?"

Sheng Yun smiled, resting his chin on Song Yan's shoulder, and said calmly: "I've been hugging you like this, you're not human if you're not hard."

Song Yan choked, and his ears turned redder.

He found that Sheng Yun seemed to be very happy to see his embarrassing expression, because immediately after that he felt Sheng Yun gently push his hips.

Song Yan felt so angry that his hair was going to stand on end.

Song Yan glared at him: "The solution is very simple, you can let me down."

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows: "What if I don't?"

Song Yan took a few deep breaths to calm down his anger, and felt that for a thick-skinned young master like Sheng Yun, the only thing he could do now was to make him feel guilty, which was more effective than anything else.

So he endured the crazily rising temperature at the base of his ears, and said in a low voice: "...my leg hurts, I can't do it again."

Sheng Yun reacted a little when he heard this sentence, and after a few seconds' pause, he buried his face into Song Yan's neck and laughed muffled.

Song Yan: "..."

He only felt itching on his neck, and he couldn't figure out why Sheng Yun laughed, anyway, he was made even more ashamed by this reaction.

Song Yan exhausted his last patience, gritted his back teeth and said, "Let go!"

Seeing that the cat was about to explode, Sheng Yun raised his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay to let you go, but you have to answer me a question."

Song Yan frowned and looked at him, and said vigilantly, "What?"

Sheng Yun looked at his wet eyes, suppressed the urge to scream and spread from below, and asked in a hoarse voice half provocative and half bewitching: "Do you dare to say that I can't do it in the future?"

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