I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

"Morning Star Project" became a hot search with an ambiguous silhouette photo of Lu Jin. After being discussed in all directions, no more official information was released.

A week later, Song Yan received the notice of the script reading meeting.

"The location is at the hotel?" Song Yan looked at the notification, and looked up at An Yuan who was packing his luggage in surprise, "I thought it would be in the Xingxiang Building."

While checking the luggage list, An Yuan said, "It's normal, everything that happens in "Project Morning Star" is normal."

Song Yan stood up and touched another handful of glutinous rice balls before leaving.

The cat raised its head, not knowing that its owner was about to leave home for a while, purring as if it was very comfortable.

"I'll leave it to you." Song Yan said to An Yuan, then lowered his head and told the cat girl, "Be obedient."

Nair Hotel is a manor-style hotel under the Star Group, covering an area of ​​more than 8000 mu. It is equipped with various supporting facilities such as hot springs, gardens, and small playgrounds. The villa is the first choice for the upper-class people in the suburbs of Nanzhou.

During the reading session, the hotel closed its doors and was only used by the crew.

On the first day the crew checked into the hotel, outside the gate of the manor gathered some entertainment journalists who had heard the gossip and came to inquire about information, as well as sisters and buddies who wanted to take a Reuters photo of their boss.

Most of them are Ding Yiming's home.

When he came to the hotel, Song Yan packed himself as tightly as possible. He was used to it and knew that none of his fans would come, and if there were any, they must be black fans.

He also received the final casting results before coming, and Ding Yiming took the role equivalent to the male second.

Without thinking about it, he also knows that an artist like Ding Yiming who relies on traffic to monetize will definitely "unconsciously reveal" that he is about to conduct a closed reading here.

The stations who heard the news would not only point their short guns at their protagonist, but also pay close attention to Song Yan, the opponent who just "taken away" the male protagonist.

Stepping into this hotel, Song Yan felt that he could further understand why so many entertainers in the entertainment industry are eyeing the "Morning Star Project" pie. After all, there are not many such real wealthy crews.

The first script meeting was scheduled on the first day the crew checked into the hotel. There was no time for everyone to rest and breathe. Song Yan did not go to the villa assigned to him, but just handed over the luggage to the exclusive butler, and went directly to the script meeting.

The location of the script meeting was set in a small 12-story high-rise office. After arriving at the place, Song Yan understood why the housekeeper insisted on bringing him by car.

Coming here from the gate of the manor, it would take at least half an hour to walk.It just snowed yesterday, and the ground is still a little slippery. If you walk carefully, it will be close to an hour.

"Hiding so deeply." Song Yan stood at the door, whispering to himself.

"That's to prevent sneak shots." Sheng Yun's voice came from behind, "I made the decision, do you have any opinions?"

Song Yan: "..."

Since reuniting with his ex, he has discovered that he has had an unusually high number of social deaths.

He turned around and saw Sheng Yun walking over alone.

Today he didn't wear a formal suit, but just casually put on a knee-length windbreaker, and the dark turtleneck lined sweater made his jaw line sharper and smoother.

At first glance, Song Yan subconsciously thought, so tall.

I didn't feel so tall last year. He is already 24 years old. Could it be that he still has a twitch?

When will such a good thing be my turn?

The next thought was, isn't this person cold?

Song Yan was still wrapped in a light down jacket today, with a fur collar covering half of his face. Because he was wearing a little less, he had to curl up his limbs to preserve the temperature.

On the other hand, Sheng Yun was dressed at least half thinner than himself, and put his hands in his pockets in a relaxed posture, as if in a different season.

As early as when they were still together, Song Yan was often very jealous of him for this, and now is no exception.

Song Yan rushed into the room to warm up, shook his head perfunctory Sheng Yun: "No objection, it's fine."

Sheng Yun let out a snort from his throat, and walked towards the building, his black boots stepping on the remaining snow, making crisp sounds one after another.

Song Yan followed into the building, and after slowly recovering, his consciousness also returned.

Looking at Sheng Yun who was walking ahead, the anger aroused by staying up all night for "homework" last week recovered a bit.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

Song Yan didn't say a word, although he really wanted to ask Sheng Yun if he had read the biography and condemned him for his deliberate behavior of denying himself, but in the end he didn't say anything.

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The elevator door closed slowly, and Sheng Yun broke the silence first, with a hoarse voice: "During the reading session, what about the glutinous rice balls?"

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little surprised, and some weird emotions slowly seeped out.

This was the first time between the two of them that something related to the past was mentioned.

The glutinous rice balls were cats that Sheng Yun picked up from outside, and the day they brought them home was also a late night with heavy rain.

During the time we were together, Sheng Yun had been taking care of it.After the breakup, the glutinous rice balls were left to Song Yan. At the beginning, he was not good at raising them, and after more than a month of messing around, he finally got started.

Speaking of the cat girl, Song Yan rarely spoke softly: "Sister An will take care of it for me."

Sheng Yun didn't answer, and the elevator fell into silence again.

Song Yan lowered his eyes to look at the ground, feeling a little confused.

Since the reunion, they seem to have formed an unwritten tacit understanding in the few contacts, no one mentioned the past, and no one showed emotions related to the past.

At least from Song Yan's point of view.

He almost felt that they were really just strangers they just met, or that Sheng Yun had already forgotten himself and the past.

Why hide your identity then?

This question has been hidden in Song Yan's heart for too long, and he has never found a chance to ask it.

Song Yan always felt that, as the one who was broken up, this Mr. Sheng should hope that that shameful past would be erased forever.

Now he and Sheng Yun temporarily maintained an ordinary and alienated relationship between producers and participating artists, and he didn't want to bring up the past to break this balance.

However, Sheng Yun's question to Tangyuan seemed to have torn a hole, allowing Song Yan to have many questions and emotions to export.

He opened his mouth: "At that time you..."

Sheng Yun's gaze subconsciously shifted to Song Yan's direction.

"Ding Dong"

When the elevator reached the floor, the door opened slowly, and Lu Jin's voice came in immediately.

"Why haven't you come yet..." Lu Jin turned to look at the elevator, and said pleasantly, "Here he is! Coincidentally, you guys came together!!"

Song Yan swallowed back what he hadn't said, and Sheng Yun also put away his emotions for a moment, and returned to the style of a wealthy nobleman whose eyes are higher than the top and clean.

"It's so noisy." Sheng Yun glanced at Lu Jin with disgust, "I don't mind being noisy in the early morning."

Lu Jin looked aggrieved: "I was saying hello to Song Zai, why did you make such a noise?"

As he spoke, he cared for Song Yan: "It's cold today, isn't it? You're still wearing a little less."

Sheng Yun glanced at Lu Jin coldly, walked past the two of them and walked away.

Song Yan looked at the back of Sheng Yun leaving, and greeted uncomfortably: "Good morning, Director Lu."

Lu Jin knew that Song Yan was aloof and didn't like to approach people, so he took a few steps back consciously, restrained his emotions, and explained, "Come in quickly, we're almost full."

Song Yan then approached the large conference room of the reading meeting. Except for the long table in the center, the seats on both sides were already full, and there were endless voices.

Sheng Yun sat at the top of the long table in the center, and Song Yan saw Ding Yiming sitting next to him at a glance.

Not surprisingly, Ding Yiming is talking to Sheng Yun in a warm and docile way, with an intimate and flattering attitude, even though Sheng Yun has been flipping through the script and is a bit indifferent, it is not affected at all.

Song Yan snorted, rolled his eyes, and found a vacant seat far away from many seats.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed that many eyes were cast towards him either cautiously or boldly.

Apparently, many people are curious about what this young actor who pushed Ding Yiming down and was favored by the chief director looks like.

Song Yan clearly felt that a considerable part of the eyes were not friendly, either questioning, disgusting, or jealous.

Even his old opponent Ding Yiming had time to take his attention away from Sheng Yun and look at him.

Song Yan watched his nose, nose and heart, pretending he didn't see it.

After two years in this circle, the only skill he has learned is how to ignore people.

Lu Jin walked in and sat next to Song Yan, and the long table was filled one after another.

Sheng Yun gestured to the assistant to close the door with his eyes, and the whispers in the conference room gradually disappeared.

Sheng Yun propped his elbows on the armrest of the chair and supported his chin. After everyone calmed down and looked at him, he sat up a little and signaled to Lu Jin: "Director Lu, let's start."

Lu Jin made a warm-up opening speech, and roughly talked about the key points that need to be discussed during the round-up reading and the process of this period of time.

Lu Jin didn't say too much, and gave Song Yan the right to speak after speaking briefly.

Song, the male number one who unexpectedly took over, and the original little mischievous Yan, was suddenly brought into the center of all eyes by Lu Jin.

Song Yan was like a cat that was suddenly frightened. He was a little bit overwhelmed for a while, and kept silent.

The meeting room was quiet for a while, Ding Yiming suddenly laughed, which sounded very harsh, and the atmosphere in the meeting room became a little delicate.

"Everyone, let's take a look at this material first." Sheng Yun glanced at Ding Yiming, with a sense of oppression without anger and prestige, Ding Yiming immediately fell silent, "This is a biography written by Mr. Song."

The assistant sent the pre-printed documents to everyone one by one. After a while, there were whispers of discussion, and Lu Jin made no secret of his admiration. He nodded repeatedly and whispered to him: "Song Zai, you can analyze it well. Very good, why don't you just say it directly."

Song Yan: "...not very good at it."

Another reason is that since his debut, he doesn't like to explain his thoughts to others, he doesn't respond, doesn't argue, and feels tired.

Of course, no one ever listened.

When everyone had finished watching, Sheng Yun sat up straight, propped his arms on the table, looked at Song Yan, and spoke lazily and sharply:

"I have some questions after reading it, and I want to ask Mr. Song."

After an hour and a half.

"...So your question here is illogical to me."

Song Yan talked for nearly 15 minutes, and finally came to an end. Feeling a little dry, he picked up the water glass and filled most of it.

Some of the people in the conference room muttered softly, some were dumbfounded, and watched abruptly as the project’s largest investor and actor played a back-and-forth for an hour and a half over issues of script and character understanding. Even though many people interjected, But it still couldn't ease the tense atmosphere between the two.

Lu Jin couldn't sit still anymore, so she hurriedly called for a rest, ran to Sheng Yun's side, and whispered to her ear: "What are you doing? The discussion is about why you are so fierce to Song Zai!"

Sheng Yun squinted his eyes, Song Yan spoke bluntly, and he was furious: "Isn't it just because he was so convincing that he turned against me?"

Like a cat with its fur fried, it hurts when it bites.

On the other side, Song Yan moistened his throat after drinking water, and sat a little shrunken. The energy he had just lost suddenly disappeared, as if the phone had turned off automatically.

"Teacher Song, you are so amazing." Sitting next to him was one of the screenwriters, and sighed in a low voice, "Dare to hate Mr. Sheng."

Song Yan almost choked, and felt that his bad relationship with Sheng Yun should be settled in the crew soon.

The main reason is that Sheng Yun's question really hit the nail on the head. He didn't want to be perfunctory, so he immersed himself in it unconsciously, without caring about anything else.It is indeed too far from his usual habit of always doing one thing more than one thing less.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was a little solemn, only Ding Yiming was particularly cheerful, as if watching a joke.

It was rumored that Sheng Yun had some kind of friendship with this ambiguous person, which made him take the role of male number one. Now it seems that it is not at all. Sheng Yun targeted him very seriously.

While he was complacent, Lu Jin changed the subject in order to ease the atmosphere: "By the way, we need a cat actor for filming. Does Mr. Song have a cat at home? I don't know if he is brave or not, can you make a scene? "

Song Yan was startled, and subconsciously looked at Sheng Yun, seeing him frowning, looking at Lu Jin who made this suggestion.

Then, the entire meeting room heard the two people who had been tit for tat for a long time speak at the same time. What they said was verbatim, and even the tone was the same firm. The two voices overlapped:

"No, it's timid."

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