I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

That's a...good question.

Song Yan even wanted to ask a question, it would be better for you to tell who you are first.

There has to be a first come, first served, right?

Just at this moment, another wave of people came up and took Sheng Yun's attention away.

What happened just now was just a small episode, Song Yan quickly faded out of the focus of everyone's attention, and continued to return to the corner, standing alone in a daze.

The phone rang a few times, and Song Yan went to the French window where there was no one to pick it up, and An Yuan's eager voice came across: "How is it, have you talked?"

Song Yan hummed, and his heart was indeed on point.

"What did you say?"

"Say... It's been a long time since we met for the first time."

"What did President Sheng say?"

"Ask me what my name is."

An Yuan's tone rose instantly, and her excitement could be heard through the phone: "I asked your name! Then what did you say!"

Song Yan said truthfully: "He was invited away before he could tell."

An Yuan was silent for two seconds: "That's it? He already asked your name! Why don't you take this opportunity to introduce yourself?"

Song Yan was speechless for a moment.

"Sister An," Song Yan looked at the tall figure surrounded by people on the east side of the hall from a distance, and lowered his head, "I really have no chance for this project. Don't hold out hope, just forget it."

"Bah, bah, bah! It's only the first round of audition, and you're going to back out?" An Yuan didn't hear his sincerity at all, "I tell you, even if you don't get selected, you have to do your best!"

Song Yan: "The main reason is..."

An Yuan interrupted him: "I won't listen to your nonsense, and I'm not allowed to leave until the reception is over. I've booked a car for you, and I'll send you the license plate number when the time comes."

The other person directly hung up the phone, Song Yan sighed helplessly, put away the phone, and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I really don't see the Yellow River, my heart doesn't die, I don't see the coffin, I don't cry.

The rain started to fall, and I don't know if the rain will be lighter after the reception.

Song Yan recalled that the first time he met his only ex-boyfriend in his life was on a rainy night like this, but at that time his name was not Sheng Yun, nor was he the eldest son of Astrology Media.

Song Yan pressed his temples, feeling that everything tonight was too absurd, so absurd that he suspected that he was dreaming, or entering some fantasy world.

Novel dare not write such blood.

As the time approached 08:30, there was another movement at the gate of the banquet hall. Song Yan followed everyone's attention lazily and saw a familiar face.

There were two entertainers beside them chattering, probably because they were from good backgrounds and came out to play tickets, and they were not afraid of offending others. They were not at all restrained in their gossip, and their voices did not lower. Song Yan heard it:

"Is that Ding Yiming? He is also interested in this project?"

"He is a serious trafficker. If this kind of celebrity comes to audition, we can all take a break."

"If you think about it too much, they must have finalized it directly, okay?"

"I heard that he seems to have a crush on Mr. Sheng? Tsk tsk, otherwise why are the recent resources so good..."

"Really, how did I hear that he fell in love with some big name? Is it so messy..."

Song Yan couldn't hear clearly, but he heard the word "Fa Xiao" clearly.

As if to prove the authenticity of the gossip, Ding Yiming wore an eye-catching sponsor's haute couture, and walked straight to Sheng Yun's side, with a casual posture and a smile, as if he was meeting an old friend, and he was not polite.

Song Yan and Ding Yiming had collaborated in a play last year, and at that time the roles of the two were about the same, neither of them considered important roles.

However, Ding Yiming soon airborne a highly topical drama, the serious male number one, became a big hit after the drama was broadcast, and won many newcomer awards for this role, now the popularity is extremely high and hot, it is called the most recent Top stream is no exaggeration.

Song Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at the two people who were being flattered all the way in the distance chatting very enthusiastically, thinking it was a little funny.

One is a colleague he once made friends with on the surface, and the other is an ex whom he loved anyway. The same thing is that they have become strangers with him now, and they have become "fa Xiao" without his knowledge. .

Strange.

He suddenly felt that the air in the banquet hall was a bit choking, and he couldn't stay any longer.

An would rather not let him leave the reception, so it's always okay to go out to get some fresh air.

Thinking of this, Song Yan wanted to go to the gate of the banquet hall, but was noticed by a few young artists who were muttering not far away, and stopped him.

Song Yan frowned, a little unwilling to talk.

But these people were just young and playful and liked to chat with people, and they were so enthusiastic that it was hard to refuse. Song Yan's whole body guard was also slightly relaxed, and he stopped his escape.

On the other side of the banquet hall, Sheng Yun received a wave of people's toasts with a faint and distant smile, and his eyes flicked to the corner of the hall.

"Brother Sheng, are you still getting used to it after returning to China?" Ding Yiming smiled, his eyes crooked, and he moved closer, his elbow touching his arm intentionally or unintentionally, "I heard that you are returning to China, but unfortunately there have been too many announcements recently It's really my fault that I didn't have the opportunity to visit you."

Sheng Yun cast his eyes on him, and subconsciously pulled back a suitable social distance: "It's okay, you are not what you used to be now, you should be busy with work."

Ding Yiming lowered his eyes, looked a little tired, and sighed: "Oh, what is different today, you know how difficult it is. The most uncomfortable thing is that after gaining some popularity, my former good friends can't fight with me. and."

"Really?" Sheng Yun asked absently, "Who?"

Seeing that he cared about him, Ding Yiming's eyes lit up: "It's bad, it's not a big deal, it was an old puppet artist who was given to me last year as the second male actor, and now he has no name, so he always buys some to bully me." Draft."

Sheng Yun listened casually, his eyes were always wandering over a few people in the far corner, and he saw a few young artists talking with Song Yan.

Song Yan's expression was rare and gentle, as quiet as a cat being stroked, completely different from the posture that was ready to run away when he was talking to him just now.

This comparison made Sheng Yun a little inexplicably upset, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing him in a daze, Ding Yiming said, "Brother Sheng?"

Sheng Yun came back to his senses, he didn't know what scenes Ding Yiming had filmed, so he could only ask: "La Tie? Last year your puppet, the male second was..."

"Song Yan." When Ding Yiming mentioned this name, a bit of unconcealable disgust appeared in his eyes, and his mouth began to become ruthless, "I bought all the mentally handicapped drafts of the male lead who pretended to be killed by the second male."

Sheng Yun gently shook the wine glass in his hand, absent-mindedly continued: "That's right."

The expression on Ding Yiming's face froze, suspecting that he didn't hear clearly, he whispered: "What?"

Sheng Yun stopped the movement of his hands, cleared his throat and changed his mouth: "It's nothing, don't care about these rumors."

"That's natural." Ding Yiming regained his bright smile, "By the way, Brother Sheng, how are things at home recently? When you returned to China, did you..."

Sheng Yun interrupted him and drank most of the wine in the glass: "It's okay."

Of course Ding Yiming also saw his unwillingness to mention this matter, blamed himself for impulsively asking, and at the same time attracted the waiter who served the wine.

Sheng Yun put the empty wine glass on the tray and was about to get a new one, but Ding Yiming took a glass from the tray first, and handed Sheng Yun the wine glass he had drunk in his right hand.

This action seemed to be subconscious and did not attract anyone's attention. Ding Yiming's posture was also very natural. Sheng Yun was dealing with several producers, and took Ding Yiming's wine glass without paying attention for a while.

When the greetings were over and it was time to drink, Sheng Yun suddenly realized whose wine glass he was holding, and stopped immediately before the rim of the glass reached his mouth.

Sheng Yun's gaze subconsciously looked towards the corner where Song Yan was standing, just in time to see Song Yan also looking towards him, and their eyes met for two seconds.

Song Yan seemed to have just glanced over here by chance, and turned his head calmly.

Sheng Yun: "..."

Ding Yiming asked: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Yun quickly passed the wine glass in his hand to the waiter, and took another glass of wine.

Ding Yiming hurriedly explained with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry Brother Sheng, I didn't pay attention just now, it wasn't intentional."

Sheng Yun didn't respond to him, and turned around to take a sip of mulled wine.

He tried his best to stop his gaze from wandering where he shouldn't look, and felt irritated in his heart.

Why watch Song Yan?Why should you care what he thinks?What position does he have to control himself? ?

Damn muscle memory.

humiliation.

At the end of the reception, it really rained heavily.

Holding an umbrella, Song Yan came to the road in front of the hotel, and An Yuan said that the car he agreed to would pick him up here.

It was raining heavily, and the vision was blurred in the middle of the night. Luxury cars of various colors drove out of the parking lot one after another, and all of them were slow moving and blocked the road.

Song Yan stood alone on the side of the road, because of the heavy rain, the trousers and shoulders were already wet, and his hair was also wet.

The temperature has been low in the past few days, and the cold air mixed with the rain directly penetrated into his bones, making him shiver involuntarily.

Turning on the phone and looking at the license plate number, Song Yan continued to cower in the rain, looking for one passing car after another.

After about five minutes, a commercial vehicle stopped in front of Song Yan, and the co-pilot's automatic door slowly opened.

Song Yan glanced at the license plate number by the light of the street lamp, and saw that it was a "9" at the end, which was the same as the one An Yuan sent him, so he didn't think much, and got into the car directly.

Song Yan put away the umbrella that was still drenched in embarrassment, and said:

"Tail number 8293..."

From the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be people in the back seat, and he was a little puzzled, "Excuse me, did I call a carpool? I remember it was a special car..."

Assistant Xiao Wang's expression froze. He never thought in his life that he would be regarded as a Didi driver.

Seeing that the driver didn't respond and the automatic door closed slowly, Song Yan slowly realized something was wrong.

The spaciousness of the car seat, the interior decoration, and the custom-made fragrance in the air...

At the same time, a voice so cold that it made his teeth itch suddenly came from behind him, accompanied by a sneer:

"Is my vision for choosing a car that bad?"

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