I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

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"You don't even think about it, anyone who knows your origin will not want to start a family with you, your feelings are a lie..."

"Don't harm others, our Song family can't bear it! Please do me a favor!"

"It's disgusting."

"Son, be obedient, let's break up first, if you let others go, let yourself go, mother begs you, okay..."

"I'll give you three days, and if I see you doing such indecent dirty things, I'll kick your mother out of the house and make you mother and son a bunch of scum!"

"..."

In the study room late at night, it was dark.

The air is filled with an ambiguous smell that is completely inconsistent with the serious atmosphere here, mixed with small and rapid panting sounds, like a song with an undercurrent.

Song Yan's brain fell into a blank after such ups and downs of bliss. He buried his head in front of Sheng Yun's sweaty chest, and suddenly remembered the past by his ears.

Thinking back to a year ago, on that rainy night when he proposed to break up, what kind of pressure and urging he had endured, like an arm with great strength, dragging him into the mud.

From then on, he thought that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to touch a piece of the clothes of the one he loved.

"Are you blaming me?" Song Yan's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a softness that was difficult to describe in words, "I broke up for no reason, are you angry with me?"

Sheng Yun's slightly heaving chest calmed down, Wen Yan reached out and rubbed his head: "What are you thinking again?"

Song Yan was silent for a long while, feeling Sheng Yun's hand gently touching the hair on the back of his head, and spoke slowly, as if telling a story:

"I was too weak, back then."

"They saw you going in and out with me and went to investigate you. Although they didn't find any evidence, they were still worried that you were a paparazzi who came to expose the past between me and my mother. They were afraid that they would hurt themselves, and they didn't want to hear it anymore. To the name Luhe."

"They also said that once you know my parentage, you won't be with me anymore, no one wants to start a family with an illegitimate child."

"I backed down and gave up, because I was too weak."

His voice was soft, saying these words word by word.

Sheng Yun didn't continue to answer him, but kept silent for a while, and kept stroking his hair.

When Song Yan thought that Sheng Yun didn't plan to answer anything, he heard Sheng Yun's low voice from above his head, which seemed to be naturally comforting:

"It's okay, you don't have to be strong in front of me."

Song Yan remained silent, as if he had been hit hard by something.

He's used to it, being told to be strong by different people.

When other children threw themselves into their parents' arms to act like a spoiled child after school, he learned to walk silently through these happy family scenes without looking away, and return to the residence arranged by his "parents" alone.

Even the aunt who took care of him was kind to him, but he could always keenly feel the care and alienation between the two, especially when the aunt was on vacation, he would always watch her child throw herself into her arms, Then there was joy that was hard to describe in words on her face.

At that time, he even felt that it was all because of his own existence that his aunt was separated from his child because he had to take care of him.

Later, when he grew up, he started to act, experienced all kinds of malice, and refused to enter others. Even he himself kept telling himself that he must be indestructible in order to go on.

Sheng Yun was like a sharp sword, piercing the protective shell he worked so hard on, and then gently leading him into the warm water.

Seeing him burying his head in silence, Sheng Yun teased and said, "If you feel touched, promise me to have sex in the bathroom next time..."

These words directly knocked out the sensation in Song Yan's mind, he raised his hand and hit Sheng Yun's chest violently, beating him until he stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and coughed twice.

After the punch, it took him a long time to adjust his mood and brace his upper body.

Her legs were still unbearably soft, but they were much better than the day before yesterday.

After all, Sheng Yun probably considered his own feelings, and it was over after only one time.

Or it's over for now.

No matter what, Song Yan felt that he had a chance to breathe, so he hurriedly stood up and got down from the desk.

After standing up, he noticed the messy documents and a few crumpled paper towels, as well as the weird water stains on the clean mahogany tabletop. His ears felt hot and he felt deeply ashamed.

where is this place?The study of the new chairman of Xingxiang Group!Office location!Serious and dignified!

What does this look like!

Song Yan didn't care about the weakness of his legs, and walked over to pick up the documents.

Sheng Yun hugged his waist dumbfoundedly, and joked: "You still care about this, it seems that I am too soft-hearted."

Song Yan glared at him: "Shameless, let go!"

Although it was a curse, the voice after the indulgence was as soft as a cat's paw gently stepping on the pads. Not only did Sheng Yun not be able to take his scolding seriously, but on the contrary, he had a tendency to desire to raise his head again.

Considering that Song Yan's physical ability could no longer let him do whatever he wanted, Sheng Yun let go of him and distanced himself a little.

Song Yan sorted out the scattered documents on the ground and folded them into a stack, stood up and placed them neatly on the table.

His eyes flicked to the top file, and his movements stopped suddenly.

Sheng Yun tidied up the desktop, and when he looked up, he saw that Song Yan was seriously looking at the contents of the document in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yun asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Yan raised his head, and asked a little stutteringly, "You...you want to buy Song Jianye's company?"

Sheng Yun responded casually: "It's not considered a merger, it's just taking over all the projects that are currently being done. This company is basically just an empty shell. Of course, from the perspective of the capital chain, Song Jianye is not capable of doing well. s project."

He tried to speak briefly and rudely, Song Yan heard the general idea, and said with some concern: "Don't do it for me..."

Sheng Yun knew what he was going to say, and interrupted him: "It's just doing it casually, it doesn't matter."

Having said that, Sheng Yun asked after a pause, "Don't you feel happy?"

Song Yan pursed his lips, and nodded honestly for a while: "It's a pleasure."

Seeing this family get divorced and bankrupt, with no money and no money, who wouldn't say it's cool?

Although the study room was cleaned up, staying in it could always recall the absurd scene that happened just now. Song Yan couldn't stay any longer, and hurried back to the bedroom to take a shower.

Song Yan chose a light green bath ball, which smelled of mint.

The hot air was lingering, and the familiar and pleasant smell of mint enveloped him completely.

Song Yan was lying in the bathtub with his head up, the warm touch of the ironing stick penetrated from the skin to the bottom of his heart, making him drowsy.

He squinted, raised his arm, and saw the ring on his finger through the mist.

I don't think so at first glance, but the more you look at it, the better it looks.

Of course not because of the price.

When he knew that this simple ring was worth seven figures, he didn't feel anything. What really touched him was the meaning that this ring represented.

He also checked the brand later, only to realize what kind of persistence and promise Sheng Yun had poured into this ring.

In contrast, he really felt that he couldn't do anything, and he didn't know how to repay such love.

Thinking of this, he had an impulsive idea. He picked up the phone by the bathtub, picked a suitable background and angle, and took a photo of the hand wearing the ring.

After the photo was taken, he took a closer look and confirmed that he was not in the bathroom from the picture. Then he opened Weibo and just posted the picture without any words.

After posting, Song Yan directly closed Weibo, but reopened it after thinking about it.

Why hide from reading everyone's comments?Showing affection is not something shameful.

After the Weibo was posted, there were [-] comments as soon as it was refreshed.

He browsed around for a while and ate some melons, and then returned to his Weibo to read the hot comments.

The Weibo IDs with the most popular comments appeared too many times, and Song Yan felt very familiar.

[@怪兽: First!The special pass finally worked for a while! 】

[@Just as the eunuch enters the brothel: I am like a dog walking on the road who was suddenly kicked and sprinkled with dog food. 】

[@Authentic Kezhouqiujian: Wow, it's so sweet, I'm so addicted to it. 】

[@Mian Shui: Am I the only one who noticed the hand? prprprpr]

[@一个木尧呀: Just be happy!Never mind those black people! 】

[@afftty: Is this the legendary seven-figure custom wedding ring? My family, I was so sweetly cried]

[@百兔夜行: Mr. Song posted it just before discussing the ring, let’s just say it, Mr. Song, are you talking too much about adultery!dog head.jpg]

Seeing Chaohua, Song Yan was actually a little curious.

Although he has heard of it, he has never seen it, and based on his previous ignorance, there will not be many people in Chaohua.

Thinking of this, Song Yan searched for his name, and clicked into his super chat.

In Chaohua, in addition to the stills and Reuters pictures and various second-generation and second-creation, the Weibo at the top is about anti-criminalism.

It was the host of Chaohua who reminded everyone not to listen to rumors, wait for official news, and not to argue with sunspots.

Song Yan watched this Weibo for a long time, his fingertips hovering on the screen, trembling slightly.

It turned out that behind him, where he couldn't see, so many people believed in him unconditionally, waiting for him, forming an invisible but tough wall, trying to gather together to protect him.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little shameful for not responding positively for many days.

He came out of the shower quickly, and Sheng Yun hadn't returned to the bedroom yet, so he should still be dealing with work.

Song Yan didn't bother him, but took out his computer and opened the Word document.

At twelve noon the next day, an entry of #宋维发长文反身亲亲风暴# rushed to the top of the hot search.

Song Yan was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone. He stayed up late last night to edit this new Weibo on the screen. It took three or four hours to finish a long post, deleted, edited and rewritten.

When it was past three o'clock in the morning, Sheng Yun couldn't hold back and fell asleep, and Song Yan went to bed quietly, as if a big stone had fallen from his heart, and fell asleep in a dark sleep.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when he woke up, Song Yan picked the whole hour and sent out the long text.

Although Sheng Yun went to the company early in the morning, he asked Song Yan's team's publicity to connect with my social platform to tag this Weibo and post it as a hot search, but it doesn't take much effort at all, just because of the popularity of this , the entry climbed up the hot search list directly.

[@烟雨任平生: Finally, the Lord has responded! 】

[@落: Ah ah ah ah finally waited for you! 】

[@课者: After reading it, it is very clear that Mr. Song’s mother is in love with her brain. She was cheated by a scumbag back then. It is slander. 】

[@人世病趣: It’s about the same as my guess. I really don’t understand that even if Lu He takes the sexy route, she deserves to be pointed out about her private life?A bunch of people slander others without evidence. 】

[@呵呵呵: The Qing Dynasty is dead, no matter what route an actress takes, she should be respected. Let everyone know. 】

Under this trending search, there are still some people who persist in ridiculing the dirty water, but as Song Yan's long Weibo is reposted by more and more artists in the circle, these unpleasant voices have gradually decreased.

[@吉玉: Turn around and have a look, Mr. Song is an actor I respect very much, please don't slander me at will. 】

[@周秋: I’m crying, Mr. Song is really not easy, please don’t hurt him anymore]

[@艺术张立: It was an honor to cooperate once, young people are very willing to endure hardships, educated and polite (thumbs.jpg)]

What really turned the tide was a microblog posted by the official blog of "Morning Star Project", #讨论丁伊明First learn to be a man and then learn art#.

In this official announcement, Ding Yiming listed all kinds of evil deeds that Ding Yiming arranged for illegitimate undercover hotels to film the private lives of participating artists during the "Morning Star Project" reading period, and ordered the team to buy a large number of troopers to attack the crew and leading actors. The sharp and merciless words caused an uproar.

Of course, Ding Yiming's public relations team reacted quickly, but they couldn't match the speed of many artists in the industry to stand up and speak out, including Song Yan's ensemble performance in the ancient puppet drama that he participated in a few years ago, they all stood up to prove that Ding Yiming was playing big names to delay the shooting progress , forcing Song Yan, who was a supporting actor at the time, to be a stand-in for underwater scenes and so on.

It wasn't until the yin-yang contract signed by Lian Ding Yiming's team broke out that he stopped completely and realized the fact that he had no chance to stand up under such an offensive.

The long text was sent out for a few hours, and even Song Yan didn't expect it to develop in this direction.

Many things were beyond his expectations, especially he did not expect so many actors who had worked with him to stand up and speak out.

He has never deliberately been kind to others. In his cognition, he is even a very ruthless person. The relationship with all the actors who have worked with him is just work. Once he leaves the working state, he can't wait to stay by himself. Not much to say, not much to see.

So when he found that so many artists who also lived under the attention of many people stood up to speak out for themselves, and many people even mentioned some small things on the set that he himself had forgotten or helped others with little effort, he felt a little uncomfortable. reality.

After spending several hours on Weibo, it was not until Sheng Yun came back that he pulled his attention away from it.

"You are..." Sheng Yun looked at his slightly pale face, "Didn't you eat dinner?"

Song Yan Rumeng woke up and nodded, only then did he realize that he was busy surfing the Internet and did not have dinner.

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows, wanted to say a few words to him, but finally held back, because at this moment, he looked as if he could shed tears with a slight movement of his body.

Song Yan rubbed the tip of his nose, suppressed the indescribable emotions surging in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to eat fried chicken."

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue: "It's too unhealthy."

Song Yan frowned and looked up at him. Sheng Yun met such pitiful eyes silently for a while, then turned his face and sighed softly: "Okay, just this time."

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he felt even hungrier.

He rarely eats this kind of high-oil and high-fat food, but he is very excited now, why congratulate him?Of course, it is to eat something delicious that I would never dare to touch at ordinary times.

For the first time, Sheng Yun ordered a takeaway, and even ordered a Coke for him under the attack of Song Yan's dog eyes.

The fried chicken arrived quickly, within 25 minutes.

Song Yan silently looked at this exquisite lunch box printed with the logo of a certain Nanzhou Black Pearl restaurant, and opened it to reveal a very down-to-earth Chinese-style fried chicken, feeling a little speechless.

Even fried chicken has a high-end version?

Song Yan, who originally planned to simply eat Grandpa Ken, once again felt the fact that even though he suddenly became popular, he still did not change his true nature as an ordinary worker.

But the taste is really good.

Song Yan was indulging in the crispy aroma of fried chicken, and because it was rare to see him eating something so sweet, Sheng Yun also took a few bites.

After eating half full, Song Yan noticed that Sheng Yun opened Weibo beside him, and looked at the entries related to him this afternoon.

He suddenly remembered something, took off the disposable gloves, stretched out his hand and said, "Show me your phone?"

Sheng Yun looked at him when he heard the words, and smiled: "Where did you learn it? Do you still want to check your phone?"

Song Yan pursed his lips and explained: "I only read your Weibo and nothing else."

Sheng Yun didn't intend to refuse him at first, so he handed over the phone directly.

Song Yan took the phone and found "Comments I Have Sent" on the Weibo page.

Sheng Yun watched from the side, not paying much attention to it, because this Weibo was registered last year, and half a day after the breakup, everything was still as usual, but at night, he couldn't control his emotions, so he registered a small Weibo account to watch Something related to Song Yan.

But it certainly hasn't been commented on by anyone.

Because of this, when he saw that there were actually a few comments after the page was opened, his spine froze suddenly.

Song Yan suddenly remembered what happened on New Year's Eve a few months ago, so he suddenly thought of watching and posting a comment.

At that time, he logged out of the account without taking a second look, and now he suddenly saw Sheng Yun watching Weibo, and immediately aroused his curiosity at the time.

Sure enough, the screen showed that there were several comments sent on New Year's Eve.

They were all replies to his fans, and each of them, without exception, was a hot comment from fans calling him "wife".

At that time, Sheng Yun, who was in a state of drunkenness, sent exactly the same content:

"Don't you have wives? This is my wife, don't bark."

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The world line ended, there was still a baby who guessed right