I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan: "..."

Getting into the predecessor's car, and taking the obviously expensive limited-edition luxury car of the predecessor as a Didi carpool... What kind of social death scene is this.

Song Yan also called Qu in his heart, so why open the car door properly?

He unfastened his seat belt: "Sorry, I misunderstood."

Another voice came from behind him on the left: "Don't, don't go, I let you open the door, it's inconvenient for you to wait here in such heavy rain, we'll take you home."

Song Yan turned his head and saw a man with a cropped cut sitting behind him on the left. He had just seen him from a distance at the reception, and he seemed to be Lu Jin, the chief director of "Morning Star Project".

"... Director Lu."

After Song Yan said hello, he thought of Sheng Yun who was sitting next to him, and he could know who the owner of this car should be based on the location.

He thought about whether he should greet him in an official way, but he couldn't make a sound as if his throat was blocked by something.

Sheng Yun looked sideways out of the window, as if he hadn't seen him, and his frown showed that Sheng Yun was in a bad mood right now.

The road was still blocked, and the car stopped in place.

Song Yan only felt that the mild fragrance in the car had become a little pungent, even pungent, and urged him to leave this place of right and wrong quickly: "Thank you Director Lu for your kindness, my manager called a car for me, I still... ..."

"Oh, if you call a car, you can cancel it. At worst, you can pay the fare to the driver. It's raining so much now, and the roads are quite congested. I guess the car won't be able to get through in a short time. When will you have to wait? What if it's freezing?" Well."

Lu Jin is probably the legendary social bully, talking as fast as a machine gun, and Song Yan can't get in the conversation at all.

Lu Jin glanced at Sheng Yun who was suddenly frozen into an ice sculpture beside him, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Sheng is so kind that he won't have any objections. We'll take you home first, and then return to the company."

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue, and in Song Yan's ears, he half sneered and half sneered.

Just at this moment, An Yuan sent a WeChat message, saying that the driver was stuck in the road, and asked him where to wait now, and be careful in the rain.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to An Yuan to cancel the order.

Mainly it was too cold.

Song Yan tightened his frozen legs, and said inwardly.

For Song Yan, who was afraid of the cold to the bone, face was nothing, embarrassment could be overcome, but the cold was not good, it was purely the warm air in the car that grabbed him and wouldn't let him get out of the car.

As the traffic started to move forward, Xiao Wang asked, "What's the address of this gentleman?"

Song Yan replied: "Shengda Business Center."

Lu Jin wondered, "Going to the company so late?"

Song Yan: "Yes, there is still some work."

Lu Jin said cheerfully, "Are you preparing for tomorrow's audition? To be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing your performance. You must come early."

Song Yan didn't answer, and thought to himself, why don't you first ask the person next to you if he wants me to come.

Lu Jin had taken a fancy to him as early as at the reception just now, and even felt that he was deliberately lowering his sense of existence, and felt very complacent that he had discovered a dusty pearl for himself, thinking that he must make a friend, so He enthusiastically took out his mobile phone: "Add a friend first..."

Song Yan saw that he had already opened the WeChat scanning interface, so he had to take out his phone and open WeChat.

When he turned around to add WeChat, his peripheral vision glanced at Sheng Yun again.

The man seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, and the temperature was frighteningly low.

The car windows were covered with fine rain, refracting the light from the street lamps and casting a shadow on his sculptural side face.

Not only the facial features are three-dimensional like stone carvings, but also the expression.

Sheng Yun seemed to be the only one in the car, in stark contrast to Lu Jin's enthusiasm and excitement.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little dazed, and felt that talking and laughing with this man was already a matter of his previous life, so far away that it was almost vaguer than a shallow dream.

Lu Jin never left the car cold. Song Yan couldn't cope with his social arrogance. In addition, there was a person in the car who probably wanted to drive him out of the car. His gaze kept on navigating Looking up, I hope to arrive at the company soon.

The Chaoyang Entertainment he signed with is an old-fashioned brokerage company, but the current situation is completely opposite to the name. The real Sunset Company, which was brilliant more than ten years ago, is getting worse every day, and even the company's office has been moved to this business One of the floors of the building.

Song Yan got out of the car amidst Lu Jin's reluctant farewell, raised his head, and saw that the windows on the 20th floor of the building were all pitch black, and only one window was still shining.

It was An Yuan who entrusted someone to wait for him, and wanted to help him correct his condition for tomorrow's audition.

Song Yan lowered his head and glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

He sighed softly. If there is only one person in the world who refuses to give up his acting career, it is probably this agent.

The office building of Xingxiang Group is located in the city center. It is a 70-story twin building, which has almost become a landmark building in the CBD. Xingxiang Media, an entertainment company under the group, is on the 45th to 50th floors.

Song Yan stood in front of the railing of the open-air garden on the 48th floor and looked down. For the first time, he really felt how big the Sheng family has mastered, and Sheng Yun as the first heir of the Sheng family. Why did it cause such a big shock when he set foot in the entertainment circle.

The phone rang, and Song Yan answered the phone: "Sister An."

"Is the audition over? What is it? How is it?"

As Song Yan left the open-air garden, he said: "The normal scene interpretation, and some questions and answers about the character script... nothing special."

An Yuan: "How about it, is there any play in taking this role?"

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan really wanted to answer, no matter how he behaved, with Sheng Yun's predecessor standing there, it was probably useless, but in the end he endured it and changed his words: "I don't know, just wait for the notice."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan came to the elevator.

He stretched out his hand, and before he pressed his finger on the button, he heard a sound of noisy footsteps behind him, and a group of people walked over mightily.

"Majestic" is Song Yan's intuitive feeling. He admits that it is a bit exaggerated. After all, there are only five or six people who walked over. It is the momentum that can be called these four words.

"Sorry, give me a break."

Song Yan was pushed a few steps away by the harsh order and forceful pushing, and these people escorted the two of them to the elevator.

There were also a few artists who had just auditioned nearby, some walked away tactfully, some were very excited, and wanted to take a closer look at these two big stars.

Ding Yiming was wearing sunglasses and a mask. Standing beside him was another man who was half a head taller than him. The two stood very close, almost shoulder to shoulder.

The surrounding staff looked around vigilantly, for fear that someone would approach from a few meters away.

The elevator door opened, and Song Yan waited for them all to enter before taking a step, but was stopped by a big man standing in front of him, and Ding Yiming also spoke at the same time, with a soft and tired voice:

"Sorry, wait until next time."

This apology was very insincere, Song Yan looked over and met the face wearing sunglasses.

Even though he couldn't see the eyes behind the sunglasses clearly, Song Yan could still imagine the contempt and arrogance in his fox eyes.

Song Yan chuckled, stepped back a few steps, and closed the door after the elevator was still more than half empty.

The other artists who were waiting for the elevator all backed away, and those who had no interest in him inevitably complained:

"It's a big table."

"The one next to him is Zhang Yi? Fuck, my favorite actor from the past few years..."

"There are rumors that the two of them are together after filming."

"real or fake??"

Song Yan stood where he was, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, and the snow-white fluff around his hat was fluffy and warm. He buried his neck and jaw in it, and lowered his eyes to watch the pattern of the carpet.

Seeing Ding Yiming flaunting his might, he didn't feel angry, but just amused.

The phone vibrated slightly, Song Yan glanced at the message that popped up, and raised an eyebrow.

【Zhang Yi: Long time no see】

Song Yan glanced at the elevator display screen, the elevator they took had just descended to the 20th floor, Zhang Yi actually dared to secretly send WeChat directly next to Ding Yiming, he was quite bold.

Since adding friends, they haven't sent many messages, and they forgot to delete WeChat.

Song Yan didn't reply, and just deleted and blocked Zhang Yi casually. It took a second too long.

After deleting people, Song Yan's eyes fell on the chat box with Lu Jin.

[This is Brother Sheng's WeChat account, please add it to chat when you have time. 】

Song Yan clicked on it and saw the familiar avatar and ID on the WeChat business card. He was in a daze for a moment. He remembered that when he blocked and deleted this account a year ago, it seemed that it took him an hour to make up his mind.

His finger hung on the button to add friends for a long time, but he still didn't press it.

There is a long queue outside the president's office on the second floor of No. 60 of the Xingxiang Twin Building.

The artist director came out of the office, heaved a sigh of relief, and patted his chest: "It's okay, okay, the plan is over."

His success inspired all the people in the back line to cheer each other up in low voices.

Lu Jin drove straight over, passed the employees in line, opened the office door, walked in and lay down on the sofa.

Sheng Yun was dealing with work with his head down, as if he didn't see him at all.

Lu Jin lay on the sofa and muttered to himself: "Internal entertainment may be over."

Without raising his head, Sheng Yun said casually, "It's a good thing."

Lu Jin got used to his out-of-the-ordinary sarcasm. She stood up and poured a cup of coffee from the tea room that came with her in the office. She came back to calm down her surprise. She squeezed her nose and eyes together as soon as she took a sip: "I'm convinced... Is it medicine? It's more bitter than last time!"

Sugar and milk cannot be found here, so Lu Jin pushed the coffee cup and gave up.

"However, there are some very good ones, such as Song Yan." Lu Jin laughed and said, "Oh, yes, I just sent him your WeChat account, let him add you and make friends..."

Sheng Yun paused for a while before signing, and sneered: "Make friends."

It's simply a joke of the world.

Seeing that he was still listening to him, Lu Jin was very moved. He made up his mind to let Song Yan play the leading role, so he really wanted Song Yan to get in touch with Sheng Yun to make a familiar face:

"Yes! Don't you feel lonely when your friend list is empty?"

Sheng Yun handed the signed document to the assistant, looked up at him coldly: "If you are free..."

Lu Jin suddenly stood up and ran outside.

The office door was closed, and Sheng Yun lowered his head to look at the next document, his eyes flickered on the mobile phone beside him.

The secretary explained the contents of the document to him, but seeing that he didn't respond, he paused and reminded, "Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Yun came back to his senses and coughed: "Continue."

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It was night, and Sheng Gou didn't receive the little red dot, and he never admitted that he was looking forward to it.