I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan hung up the phone, and his eyes stayed on the phone in his hand.

I always feel that something is wrong. When Lu Jin responded to him just now, he interrupted himself several times, saying that you are welcome or that it is my duty to do so.

Reminiscent of the loud noise and the amplified volume on his side, Song Yan came to a conclusion.

... He didn't hear what he said clearly at all.

After such an interruption, Song Yan realized that even though Lu Jin was the chief director of the Morning Star Project and had indeed cooperated with Xingxiang Media, the brand Orens was relatively independent from Xingxiang Media, and Lu Jin wanted to borrow a set. Orens' clothes are not so logical.

Compared to Lu Jin, there is obviously another person who is more likely to borrow this suit.

"What are you thinking about?" An Yuan helped him get his things, and put a coat on him, "Let's go, go to the waiting room first."

Song Yan withdrew his thoughts, responded, and asked as he walked, "Are you sure Director Lu borrowed this dress?"

An Yuan was looking at the flow chart. Hearing this, he raised his head and thought for a while: "Huh?... Probably, I'm not sure."

Song Yan: "Then..."

An Yuan interrupted him: "This is not the most important thing now, there are two most important things, listen carefully."

Song Yan avoided several entertainers standing in the corridor: "Yes."

An Yuan said: "First, it's about the red carpet process for a while, but this time it's changed, and it will be broadcast live."

Her eyes lit up, and she emphasized the word "live broadcast": "Do you know what this concept is? This is what you are best at, so you must grasp it carefully."

Song Yan was slightly surprised: "Live broadcast?"

"That's right! It was a temporary notice. When I first received the notice, I heard many managers and artists complaining about it..." An Yuan first thought of his biggest opponent, "I really want to see Ding Yiming's face .”

Song Yan's expression sank, he vaguely remembered something, and smiled for a while: "It really means what it says."

An Yuan: "What?"

Song Yan shook his head: "It's nothing. What about the second thing?"

"Oh, the second thing." An Yuan rolled his eyes, "It's still the one surnamed Ding who contacted Zhou Chun and wanted to walk the red carpet with her. Zhou Chun is the female lead of the Morning Star Project, and he is a male Second, I want to walk the red carpet with her, I don't know what's on my mind."

Song Yan chuckled lightly: "And then?"

"Then, Zhou Chun is not easy to mess with. He said on the spot that according to the rules, she wanted to walk the red carpet with you to warm up the project, and rejected him directly."

Song Yan was a little surprised, and An Yuan also sighed: "Even this girl doesn't have any background, and it's easy to break through, and I'm afraid that the Ding family will torment her in the future."

Song Yan didn't take it seriously: "I'm pretty tough too, didn't I break it too?"

An Yuan snorted: "You didn't break it, you were almost gone."

At the same time, the official live broadcast room was already packed.

[Hasty, live broadcast! ! ! 】

[Oh my god, I was in tears, I feel like I haven’t seen the red carpet live broadcast of domestic entertainment since I was in college]

[Sisters, let's just say that tonight is the magic mirror! ! 】

【Hahaha let the retouching monsters have nowhere to hide】

[Looking forward to Ding Yiming's live broadcast debut on the red carpet! 】

[Ding Yiming's face descends! ! ! 】

[Ding Yiming will be wearing BY haute couture tonight, your son yyds! ! 】

[This live broadcast room is a bit rushed]

[The front +1 has already been occupied by his fans]

[Laughing to death, is that the famous retouching monster who will collapse the picture in the video?]

【He had another injection a few days ago, his face is still stiff】

[Tonight, the leading actor of the Morning Star Project will appear, so Song Yan will also come]

[I just came to watch the red carpet live broadcast of the two of them together, I think it will be very exciting]

[Very exciting + 1...]

Song Yan came to the waiting area.

The artist who walked the red carpet first got off the car and went on the red carpet, but he had a project on him, and he had to go on the red carpet with the artists of the same group according to the schedule.

Zhou Chun was also in the waiting area early, and when he saw him, he walked over holding a long water-blue dress studded with floral flowers, and smiled at him: "Teacher Song."

Song Yan returned his compliments, seeing that her expression was calm, as if she was not affected by what happened with Ding Yiming at all.

"Mr. Song, it's going to be a live broadcast, are you afraid?" Zhou Chun joked, "I just told my agent that I'm afraid that the barrage will directly hit me in a while."

"How could it be?" Song Yan's tone was indifferent but soft, "Your clothes are beautiful, and you are even more beautiful."

During the reading session, Zhou Chun saw that Song Yan looked so cold and alienated from others, and thought he was a difficult person to get along with, but he didn't expect him to say such straightforward praise in such an indifferent tone.

The so-called expressionless expression of the most direct rainbow fart.

Zhou Chun couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Song, I didn't expect you..."

Suddenly her laughter stopped abruptly.

Song Yan also turned his gaze, and sure enough, he saw Ding Yiming walking past her.

There was no turning back, no pause, no greeting to him and Zhou Chun.

Song Yan turned his head to look at Zhou Chun, seeing that her expression was a little unnatural, with a little timidity in her annoyance.

Zhou Chun is a newcomer, with no background or fame, and he won the female lead role with his solid acting skills. It is impossible to say that he is not afraid of Ding Yiming wearing small shoes for himself.

Song Yan didn't say anything, and raised his hand to pat her on the back lightly as comfort.

His eyes only stayed on Ding Yiming's stiff side face for a moment, and he knew that he was not the one who was most anxious now, nor was it the little girl beside him.

The only time he and Sheng Yun complained about Ding Yiming was when they had a drink at home with him and got drunk.

"I do not believe."

Song Yan hugged the pillow, sat on the bed with messy hair, looked at Sheng Yun indifferently: "I will go crazy with alcohol?"

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue, and took out his mobile phone mercilessly: "I have recorded everything, so I knew you would deny it."

Song Yan's eyes suddenly widened.

He stared at the cell phone in Sheng Yun's hand, and began to think whether it would be faster to kill him or to grab the cell phone and smash it.

"That idiot Ding Yiming...to tell the truth, whenever we give him a 360-degree live broadcast of the red carpet, he will be cold!!"

"He has been buying drafts and trying his best to blackmail me. I really don't know what evil I did to get him. Those marketing accounts that say I'm prettier than him have nothing to do with me!!"

An inarticulate voice came from the phone, and Song Yan was stunned for a moment.

He got up from the bed and grabbed the phone in Sheng Yun's hand, his white ears were flushed: "It's okay, it's okay, I admit that I'm drunk and crazy, don't let it go."

Sheng Yun raised his arms to prevent him from touching the phone, and said slowly: "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

Before Song Yan opened his mouth, he heard himself in the recording start to cry.

His arm that was about to snatch the phone froze in mid-air.

humiliation.

humiliation.

Shameful.

Some people go to sleep drunk, some people get drunk and go crazy, and some people do things they never do in front of people.

He actually cried in front of Sheng Yun!

Song Yan really wished he could break up on the spot, and wipe out all Sheng Yun's memories of him by the way.

During the fight that day, Song Yan only remembered how embarrassed and ashamed he was.

After more than a year, he remembered that there was still Sheng Yun's voice in the recording that was playing all the time.

At that time, he softly comforted himself who was crying.

"Okay, okay, sooner or later, I will give him a 360-degree live broadcast of the red carpet."

According to the order of the list, Song Yanka set his own time and walked to the red carpet according to the guidance of the staff.

Among the dark crowd, the sound of flashing lights filled my ears, and the red carpet under my feet was sprinkled with fine gold powder, which was extremely bright and resplendent.

Song Yan signaled Zhou Chun to walk in the front position, while he avoided her skirt and stepped onto the red carpet slowly.

With the lights all over his body, he felt as if he was walking under the warm winter sun, surrounded by many strange and fascinating smells.

【this is? ? ? 】

[Song Yan, right, Song Yan...]

[Sloppy, I'm blind, is he so good-looking? 】

【Is he wearing the haute couture of Orens this season...】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I finally saw you walking the red carpet in high definition! ! ! 】

[Neiyu has such a look and is not popular? ? ? 】

[Doubt +1, this is actually not popular...]

【He has a lot of black material, hope everyone knows】

【It’s just a vase, what’s the use of having a face but no acting skills】

[He just opened his mouth, who said he has no acting skills? 】

[Needless to say, 90.00% of those who hate him are Ding family fans]

【understood】

【Knowledge】

Song Yan and Zhou Chun finished their short fixed-point interview and prepared to take their seats.

Surprisingly, Ding Yiming, who was supposed to appear behind him, did not appear on the red carpet.

【Did you miss my brother】

【Ding Yiming didn't leave? 】

[Looking at the studio blog, it seems that I twisted my foot in the background]

[? ? ?Really? 】

[Laughing, this is an excuse. 】

[Someone has already taken a video in the background, walking like flying]

[Don't dare to enter the live broadcast hahahahaha]

Soon, the hot search list changed.

#Song Yan Renjian stunning color#

#Ding Yiming was injured and absent from the red carpet#

The square of the Astrology Festival was slaughtered in an instant, and the screen was full of these two names.

Zhou Chun sat next to Song Yan. It was the first time she stood in the center of so many people's sights tonight, and she realized who was sitting next to her belatedly.

She took a peek at Song Yan's plain side face.

Help.

So lovely.

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhou Chun secretly swiped Weibo to try to divert his attention, while admiring wildly in his mind.

Below the hot search, there is another entry whose popularity is gradually rising.

#Song Yan Orens#

This entry does not seem to be a black entry, but it is not a positive entry either.

Zhou Chun clicked in, and sure enough, he saw all the Weibo posts questioning the origin of his clothes, sweeping the topic square in a mighty manner.

According to this climbing speed, this topic is estimated to rise to the top ten position soon.

Zhou Chun wrinkled his face, and called Song Yan in a low voice: "Teacher Song."

Song Yanzheng half-closed his eyes in a daze, the occasion with so many people was not comfortable for him, and he even began to miss the feeling of going home and sleeping with glutinous rice balls.

Zhou Chun saw him turn his head to look at him, and reminded in a low voice: "There are hot searches about your clothes on Weibo, do you want your team to..."

She said it quite tactfully, Song Yan didn't react for a while.

Seeing the "crazy hint" and "hesitating to speak" on her face, Song Yan finally understood.

"It's nothing." He turned his head indifferently, "It's true, it can't be fake."

Zhou Chun pursed his lips and nodded dully.

Seeing that Song Yan began to enter the state of half-closed eyes and resting his mind again, she couldn't help but wonder what killer move he had in the future.

Song Yan's side face has smooth lines and sharp edges, which looks more indifferent than his front face.

When he remains motionless like a statue, it makes people feel calm and reserved.

This is probably a sense of security.

Zhou Chun comforted himself, believing that Mr. Song must have prepared a big killer.

After an hour and a half.

The short but gorgeous astrology ceremony came to an end, Zhou Chun was dazzled, and finally freed his hands to look at Weibo.

Lian Nan herself had a small entry. She went in excitedly to read it, and when she came back, she saw the unharmonious entry on the list.

Song Yan beside him stood up and was about to leave, Zhou Chun gently tugged at his sleeve: "Mr. Song, how are you going to deal with that topic?"

After sitting for more than an hour, Song Yan was already extremely sleepy.

He looked down at Zhou Chun whose eyes were full of doubts and expectations, paused, half calm and half strange: "I don't plan to deal with it."

Zhou Chun: "?"

Song Yan: "What do you think?"

Leaving Zhou Chun with a sluggish face, Song Yan left the scene and retreated to the background.

An Yuan waited for him in the background, and stepped forward to put the coat on him.

Song Yan said lightly, "What's Orens's plan?"

"It's been discussed. Our studio will post a backstage nine-square grid, and they will forward it at the official fair." An Yuan is busy contacting the person in charge of shooting, "Come on, let's go to the rooftop to shoot."

Song Yan responded and followed her to the rooftop.

It's true that he doesn't need to deal with it. Someone will deal with it anyway.

At the end of the grand ceremony, the artists will come to different places to shoot tonight's look, because Orens has to wait to repost Weibo, so time is tight, and there is no time to choose the most suitable location, so they simply choose a place where they can take pictures of the night sky rooftop.

The lighting on the roof is like daytime, and with the stars in the night sky, the effect of the picture should be good.

Song Yan yawned and faced the photographer with three words written all over his face, "Hurry up."

An Yuan howled: "Be more energetic!"

Song Yan managed to gather his energy and finished the filming, when he suddenly remembered something: "Where's my suit?"

An Yuan said, "I'm holding it."

Song Yan quickened his pace: "Let's take a set with that suit."

He walked to the nearest changing room, loosening his collar.

When he reached the rooftop door, his steps stopped abruptly.

An Yuan followed behind him: "Slow down, slow down, you're in a hurry now..."

The rambling voice also came to an abrupt end.

An Yuan lowered her voice, cautious and shocked: "Mr. Sheng..."

Song Yan stood where he was, his hands still resting on the loose neckline.

A small, distinct collarbone was exposed there.

The wind on the rooftop was cold and howling, but Song Yan felt a silence around his ears.

Seeing the man in front of him, he suddenly remembered that day, he snatched the phone from Sheng Yun despite his shame.

Of course, it was Sheng Yun who released the water so that he could grab it.

Because when he was angrily deleting the recording, Sheng Yun lowered his head, leaned close to his ear, and chuckled softly in an insignificant but enough voice to make his whole body burn:

"When can I hear you cry like this in bed?"

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