I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

An Yuan was not sure what he heard at first, so he poked his head forward and asked, "What did you say?"

Song Yan's index finger lightly touched the diamond cufflinks on the dress in front of him, and said, "The tailoring ratio is not suitable for me."

An Yuan gave him a hard look: "Don't talk nonsense, this is Orens, do you know what level it is? This is a name that is ranked in the international fashion industry..."

"I know that." Song Yan said, "But this dress just doesn't suit me that much."

An Yuan stopped talking, she knew that her artist usually looked soft and easy-going, but in fact she made up her mind that even eight cows would not be able to pull back.

Anyway, she has nothing to do with him.

"Then what do you think, you don't think it's appropriate to borrow such a famous brand of clothes..." An Yuan scolded her, then came to her senses, with a hesitant tone, "Could it be that you...you prepared the clothes yourself?"

Song Yan sighed, and said to An Yuan: "Sister An, you should have some snacks. I thought it was a trap to borrow clothes from you this afternoon. There is no such thing as a good thing."

An Yuan has never been able to figure out the key to this, and only after he reminded her did she wake up like a dream: "...I said, how did it go so smoothly, bah, I'm afraid it was Ding Yiming's crazy trick again."

"So I made second-hand preparations." Song Yan took out the clothes he brought, "To be precise, it was the only first-hand preparation."

After all, he didn't intend to count on the wish, and he didn't expect an Orens to suddenly fall from the sky.

"This is...it looks familiar." An Yuan looked at the clothes in Song Yan's hands, and slowly remembered, "Is this the clothes made by your friend or classmate?"

Song Yan nodded.

An Yuan didn't quite agree: "But this is just a small private workshop."

"Private customization is also customization." Song Yan smiled lightly, "It becomes a high-end customization with the push of capital."

"Well, you can wear this at the reception, but you have to wear Orens for the red carpet later." An Yuan made a final concession, "You still want to refuse Orens' sponsorship in your current status, and you deserve it. "

Song Yan: "..."

The welcome reception was held before the grand ceremony. Song Yan put on this handmade suit and dress according to his own size, and walked into the reception while adjusting the cuffs.

The starlight in the hall is bright and dazzling, which is the miniature embodiment of this glamorous entertainment circle.

Today, not only artists, but also visitors from the media and fashion circles came here. Since the reception was short and the red carpet ceremony was about to follow, everyone looked a little rushed.

"Mr. Song, long time no see."

Song Yan turned his head and looked at Ding Yiming who was standing behind him.

What he was wearing was the BY new haute couture worth millions.

"Not long." Song Yan said lightly, "The reading session has only ended for half a month."

When it comes to reading sessions, Ding Yiming's complexion is not good.

He never thought that the heroine would be taken away by Song Yan. Originally, he planned to completely remove Song Yan from his competition list, but now he became the biggest rival.

Thinking back to the days when he was not as good as Song Yan in the crazy day, Ding Yiming's teeth itch with hatred.

"Ms. Song's dress is quite unique today." Ding Yiming glanced at it, and saw that it was a brand he didn't recognize, "Let's go for a simple style, the price is estimated..."

Ding Yiming laughed, with a particularly yin and yang ambiguity: "Ham, it's cost-effective, right?"

No matter how eccentric what he said, his expression was quite green tea, as if he was innocent and sincerely praising.

Artists around him who had good friends with him all cheered, laughing while eating melons.

Song Yan's eyes were cold, and he didn't want to argue.

He turned around to leave, but suddenly bumped into a tall figure head-on.

Sheng Yun walked over slowly, with a careless expression: "What are you talking about?"

Ding Yiming's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to get close, Song Yan's cool voice preempted him: "Teacher Ding is talking about my clothes, saying they are street stalls."

Ding Yiming's face froze suddenly: "You... what are you talking about, when did I say that?"

Although the subtext of what he just said was mocking Song Yan for being a street vendor, he would never say these three words directly, it would be embarrassing to others, and he would not take it for granted.

Especially when Sheng Yun and several bigwigs from the fashion and capital circles around him were in front of him, it was even more troublesome to leave such an impression.

Song Yan turned his head to look at him, and smiled: "Isn't it? I heard it just now."

Ding Yiming smiled uglier than crying, subconsciously looking for other people to agree: "I didn't mean that just now, you heard it, right...?"

Sheng Yun's eyes kept sweeping back and forth on Song Yan's unknown clothes, his eyes darkened.

He had told Orens that the dress must be delivered on time.

Is there a delay there?

Almost impossible.

That is... Song Yan doesn't want to wear it?

He also specifically told him not to make it clear that it was his intention to send the dress, unless Song Yan guessed it himself.

If it was given by him, Mr. Sheng, then he is determined not to wear it, right? Okay, you really have backbone.

Sheng Yun raised his chin, and twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure: "Tsk, your clothes..."

After exporting the four words, he glanced at Ding Yiming from the corner of his eye, paused again, and changed his words with difficulty: "It's not bad."

It is a high praise if this evaluation comes from this ruthless Mr. Sheng.

Standing beside him was Zhao Chi, the chief designer of Orens, and after hearing this, he took a closer look at the unfamiliar artist: "The tailoring and design of this dress are really good..."

Zhao Chi took a few more glances, and his expression suddenly changed: "The shading pattern of this fabric is unique, and the waistline is raised, which perfectly complements the proportion of this gentleman's body. Seeing such a perfect body proportion, there is such a pearl left in the inner circle."

While boasting, Zhao Chi couldn't help but stepped forward to take a closer look: "May I ask which master made this? I want to pay a visit..."

Song Yan looked calm, but an imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes: "It's a friend of mine. If you don't mind, I'll introduce him to you."

"Good good..."

Sheng Yun stood a few steps away with a playful look in his eyes.

He knew his ex's micro-expressions all too well.

Although it was not obvious, the words "expected" and "absolutely to be won" were clearly written on Song Yan's face.

Thinking of the fact that he secretly sent clothes was purely self-indulgent, Master Shengda's noble self-esteem was strongly shocked.

Ding Yiming, who had witnessed this development, had already turned pale. He wished he could quickly disappear from the reception hall. Seeing Sheng Yun standing aside, he wanted to try his best to restore his image: "Brother Sheng, in fact, I really didn't..."

Young Master Shengda, whose self-esteem was thwarted, was already in a bad mood, so he took advantage of this outlet: "Nothing?"

His tone was cold, and Ding Yiming trembled all over. He didn't expect him to have such a bad attitude towards him, tears welled up in his eyes immediately.

Sheng Yun looked away, just in time to catch a glimpse of Zhao Chi chatting with Song Yan intimately, it was like seeing each other late, and his face immediately turned darker.

He didn't even bother to say a few words to Ding Yiming, he strode forward and grabbed Zhao Chi: "Didn't you still say you were going to meet that person, let's go."

Zhao Chi looked blank: "Where is that?"

Sheng Yun didn't give him a chance to ask more questions, and took him away without any explanation.

Song Yan left the center of many eyes, and met Ding Yiming's resentful gaze.

Ding Yiming gritted his teeth: "You plot against me."

Song Yan asked sincerely: "What's wrong with me?"

Ding Yiming angrily said "you wait", and hurriedly left the reception hall.

Song Yan was not afraid that Ding Yiming would have some way to make himself "wait", he knew what it was with the doorknob.

Half an hour later, Ding Yiming's refined nine-square grid appeared on the square, and the trending search also soared to the top three on the entertainment list.

#Ding Yiming is beautiful#

#星球盛定Ding Yiming#

#丁伊明 BY 高定#

The entertainment list was originally filled with entries bought by various participating stars, and you went up and down to follow your side to sing and me to appear on the stage. However, once Ding Yiming made the list, the others could only compete for the top three positions.

Song Yan clicked in and glanced, Jiugongge, Gege refined, especially the face.

I have to say that Ding Yiming is very good at finding shooting angles and styles that suit him, so the quality of the pictures is not bad. Even if he doesn't buy hot searches, his number of fans is enough for him to dominate the list.

We haven't reached the red carpet stage yet, so the current trending searches are actually warm-ups, but the warm-up alone is enough for Weibo to have a carnival.

Song Yan frankly accepted the fact that he didn't own any entries, and was going to go backstage to change clothes.

On the way backstage, he began to wonder who had brought Orens' clothes.

An Yuan accompanied him to reshape the shape, while saying: "They said, it seems that... Director Lu borrowed it for you."

"Director Lu?"

"That's right, you're the number one male lead." An Yuan said, "He hopes that the male lead in his new drama will have more popularity, and it's only right."

An Yuan felt excited just thinking about it: "Oh, if you wear this haute couture dress on the red carpet, you will definitely kill that idiot Ding Yiming!"

Song Yan said casually: "The quality of his pictures is so good, it is still a bit difficult to kill him instantly on the red carpet, and there is no live broadcast tonight."

Even if Zhanjie shoots videos for him, he will repair them, and he will delete all raw pictures and road videos.

An Yuan curled her lips: "Oh, what a pity."

At this time, Lu Jin was finishing up the greetings at the reception, and pulled Sheng Yun aside to be lazy.

"I'm a little puzzled, why did you temporarily change the red carpet live broadcast? This is a process that only existed more than ten years ago, and it has not been broadcast live in recent years." Lu Jin half-joked, "You don't really think that domestic entertainment still exists There are a few artists who can stand up to live broadcasts on the red carpet, who can't finish it seriously."

Sheng Yun didn't respond, and took a sip of the red wine.

Lu Jin glanced at the phone: "Eh? It's a rare call from Song Zai."

Sheng Yun swallowed the red wine, his Adam's apple slipped gently, and his expression paused slightly.

"Hello? Umm, what's the matter?"

"Ah... ummm, thank me? You're welcome, why are you thanking me? It's a bit noisy here..."

"Is there anything to be thankful for? You're welcome. It's all what I should do. Whoever is with you between you and me hahahaha"

Lu Jin chattered endlessly, and Sheng Yun's expression became more and more ugly.

After Lu Jin hung up the phone, he saw a dangerous look on him.

He took half a step back: "...Brother Sheng, why are you looking at me like that?"

Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes: "What did he thank you for?"

Lu Jin thought for a while: "I didn't hear clearly, what seems to be... clothes? I didn't hear clearly, and I was a little puzzled."

Sheng Yun laughed angrily: "You said 'it's all what I should do'?"

"Ah?" Lu Jin was a little confused, "Isn't it right? Then what should I say..."

Sheng Yun's eyes turned cold, and Lu Jin felt that his neck was also cold.

Lu Jin tentatively asked, "Say...you're welcome?"

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