I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

After Song Yan said this, he felt that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

Of course, at the same time, I also feel that I am quite witty. This answer is very logical and reasonable.

Sheng Yun looked down at Song Yan, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Then you run pretty fast."

Song Yan: "..."

Why do you hear three points of doubt, two points of belief, and five points of yin and yang strangeness...

Sheng Yun buttoned the cuffs: "Who are you going to see?"

Song Yan paused: "It's just... nothing."

He didn't want to say much.

He didn't expect Sheng Yun to ask who it was, so he had to try to fool him.

When he thought that Lu Zhinan came here just to get Sheng Yun's favor, he felt embarrassed.

Sheng Yun originally just asked casually, but Song Yan frowned subconsciously after being fooled like this:

"Who can't tell?"

"..." Song Yan had no choice but to say truthfully, "My mother."

Sheng Yun's slightly frowned brows loosened: "Really?"

Song Yan: "Yes."

Sheng Yun gave a faint "Oh": "Then there is nothing to hide, don't I even allow family members to visit the class?"

He coughed and said softly, "Where is she now, please take her to the hotel."

Song Yan pursed her lips: "No need, she has other things to do, she has already left."

"..." Sheng Yun coughed again, "Oh."

After the topic was over, there was silence again.

Song Yan turned around to look at the scene, and was a little startled by the chaotic scene.

"Are you sure you didn't hurt anyone?"

Sheng Yun responded: "It should be gone now."

Song Yan paused and understood what he meant.

"...Sorry, I will apologize to everyone."

The people from the secretariat have also arrived, standing far away waiting for Sheng Yun to arrange work.

"Go back, it's going to rain heavily in a while."

After Sheng Yun finished speaking, he walked towards the cordon, leaving Song Yan in a daze.

Song Yan looked at Sheng Yun's back and noticed that his shirt was wet from the rain, and he could faintly see the outline of the muscles covered under the clothes.

After realizing what he was looking at, he quickly lowered his head.

Go back to appease An Yuan first, and then find an opportunity to apologize to the rest of the crew.

The scene remained chaotic until one or two o'clock in the morning before it was finally cleaned up and the crowd dispersed.

Sheng Yun got into the car and pressed the space between his eyebrows tiredly.

Secretary Lin, who was sitting next to him, was reporting to him the public relations situation of tonight's incident.

The dark black Rolls-Royce is driving in the night, the rain is hazy, cold and lonely.

"...The official blog will post an article soon... There are too many people staring at us. The explosion incident is already in the hot search. Fortunately, we have no casualties."

After listening to the report, Sheng Yun finally said in a low voice: "Be careful to cooperate with the investigation and determine the nature of the incident. This matter cannot be taken lightly."

Secretary Lin nodded hurriedly at the computer: "Don't worry, a special team has been established, and I'm contacting them to implement it."

Sheng Yun looked out of the window, there were thin and dense raindrops falling on the window.

His busy thoughts calmed down, and the cat surnamed Song Mingyan appeared in front of his eyes just now with its tail blowing out.

"Xiao Lin." He suddenly turned his head, "I remember you broke up with your boyfriend once."

Xiao Lin, who was immersed in his work, slowly raised his head: "Huh?"

She struggled to adjust her brain from the working state: "... yes... yes."

Sheng Yun then asked, "How did you reconcile?"

Kobayashi directly pupil earthquake.

Did the explosion just turn the world upside down?

Or has she been so busy lately that she's hallucinating?

"Just... my boyfriend... came to get back with me." Xiao Lin was in a daze, "Why do you suddenly care about this?"

She suddenly remembered something, and she stuttered a bit: "Well, Mr. Sheng, it's not because of him that I occasionally make mistakes at work recently! It's because my cat is sick that I..."

"?" Sheng Yun interrupted her: "What's wrong with your work recently?"

"I..." Xiao Lin's voice stopped abruptly. Judging from the boss's expression, he didn't seem to notice the mistakes he made, "...Didn't you mean that?"

"Of course not." Sheng Yun frowned slightly, "I just asked how you got back together."

Kobayashi was even more full of question marks.

It's also amazing that the boss only cares about his relationship status.

She asked cautiously, "What emotional... confusion do you have?"

Sheng Yun quickly denied: "No."

Then he said, "Ask for a friend."

Xiaolin: "..."

It's hard not to associate it with the "I Have a Friend series."

"Then why is your friend asking this question?" Xiao Lin insisted that the boss's lies must not be exposed, and the boss's questions must be resolved, and asked earnestly, "Maybe I can help?"

Sheng Yun suddenly stopped talking, and the car became quiet again.

Xiao Lin was confused and hesitated for a long time, and finally had to turn his thoughts back to work again.

PR situation...

loss of props...

Will it affect the share price...

"Why is your boyfriend looking for you to get back together?"

Sheng Yun's voice sounded again, and Xiao Lin's thoughts stopped abruptly, almost breaking her down.

"Ah..." Xiaolin became a little numb between work and emotion, "Because he mentioned the breakup, he did something wrong, so he came to apologize."

Sheng Yun was silent for a long time before saying: "Then what if the one who mentioned breaking up didn't mean to get back together?"

Kobayashi suddenly felt cold sweat coming down.

The answer to this question is too simple, but I feel that I can't say it directly, which is too hurtful.

"That's probably..." Xiao Lin licked his lower lip, "I don't love you anymore."

Xiao Lin pursed his lips after saying this, and looked at the boss's sculpture-like profile, quite frightened.

In the past, colleagues in the secretariat would complain together, saying that the new president was too cold-tempered and a workaholic, devoting himself to work, as if he had no human feelings and thinking, it was too scary, no matter how handsome he was It also makes people afraid to approach.

Thinking about it now... it would be better if he only mentioned work.

After all, during the year when he only focused on work, the annual salary of the top and bottom of the secretariat has increased tenfold, and he is the best boss in the world.

Now that he suddenly raised the issue of personal relationships, it made people feel like walking on thin ice.

The silence spread for a long time before Sheng Yun spoke again:

"You should work."

The tone is flat, and it seems that there is nothing unusual at first glance.

Only then did Xiao Lin let out a long sigh of relief: "Okay, okay."

I don't know if there will be a president's wife in the future...

Xiao Lin was terrified suddenly, what was he thinking, what is the president's wife, it's impossible, impossible.

Hey, hey, hey.

The sound of the heartbeat beating the eardrum was extremely clear, hammering on the chest one after another.

Song Yan woke up suddenly, propped up his upper body with his arms, and couldn't stop panting.

He had already had a dream all night, from the explosion to the fire, from his mother to the fireman, and finally stopped at the scene where Sheng Yun pulled him into his arms.

For some reason, he could feel a strong sense of urgency and anxiety, and then woke up with a fright.

The huge bedroom was quiet and dark.

It was as dark as an abyss outside the curtains, and no light could penetrate.

Song Yan was half lying on the bed, and it took a long time to calm down his breathing, feeling extremely tired.

He subconsciously touched his cheek.

Slightly hot, you don't need to look to know that it is red again.

Song Yan ran out of bed and went to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water vigorously, hoping that the heat on his face would calm down quickly.

For such a long time, he has worked so hard to build himself up with the psychological construction of "never turn back on grass", so he can't just be defeated by Sheng Yun's action that has no meaning at all.

This turned around and designated to pierce the mouth.

It was only 05:30 in the morning, which was the darkest time in the winter night.

After washing his face, the sleepiness was relieved, and Song Yan opened Weibo to hang out.

#晨星计划创集停止漫画#

This entry was impressively listed on the hot search list. Song Yan clicked on it, and the first entry was the official announcement of the official blog.

It was indeed due to the improper installation of the blasting device that the accident occurred, and there were no casualties, including the cast and staff.

Weibo was very noisy. Apart from being thankful that nothing serious happened, there were also many fans of the artist who questioned the safety and professionalism of the crew. It was four or five o'clock in the morning and they were still arguing.

Song Yan checked the WeChat messages, and as expected, he didn't see any concerns or inquiries from "family members", only Song Zhian sent a WeChat message.

He looked blank and quit WeChat.

It should have been long overdue.

He thought, if he hadn't left the film crew to meet Lu Zhinan last night, would he have just encountered an explosion, or might something have happened instead.

Who cares if he really has to die?

An Yuan's face first appeared in front of his eyes, then he thought of that disgusting family, and finally Lu Zhinan.

There are far fewer people who care than those who are happy.

Both Lu Zhinan and the Song family were ashamed of him as an actor, but they thought of him when they needed him, and wanted to use him as a bargaining chip to plead with Sheng Yun.

He suddenly chuckled, half self-deprecating and half funny.

His expression dimmed, and finally he thought of Sheng Yun.

It took him several months to completely forget about Sheng Yun, and just like every voluntary or forced renunciation he experienced since he was a child, he kept accepting the fact that he shouldn't get any good things in the first place.

But he happened to appear in front of him again, disrupting his long dead life.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, trying to calm down his thoughts.

He replied to Song Zhian that it was okay, and reopened Weibo.

The private messages were already overwhelmed, he clicked in, and saw the private messages of the fans, all concerned about his safety, just looking at the text, it could be seen that they were almost insane.

【Zai Zai, if you’re okay, report that you’re safe】

[I saw the hot search, so worried, are you okay? ? 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooophone”

【Is this crew unreliable? If not, let's stop filming, okay...】

Song Yan felt guilty for a while. He didn't leave the scene until one o'clock in the morning and returned to the hotel. He was hugged by An Yuan and cried for a long time. I didn't take it seriously.

This not only worried the fans, but even hurt the crew's reputation.

After all, he has been confused for too long, and he has no awareness of fans worrying about him at all. At first glance, he felt vague and unreal when he saw so many private messages.

He didn't post it rashly, but asked the public relations department of the crew before posting the Weibo to report safety.Not only did it appease the fans to report safety, but it also clarified that the accident was indeed an accident and had nothing to do with the crew, so that everyone should not blame the crew and the like.

After clicking to send the edited Weibo, Song Yan tidied up hastily and went downstairs to have breakfast on time.

An Yuan was waiting for him at the entrance of the restaurant, and when she saw him, she said in shock: "Why do you look so haggard, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Song Yan asked back: "Aren't you too?"

"I was crying." An Yuan's eyes were still a little swollen, "You seem to have been tossing and turning all night without sleep."

Song Yan was noncommittal.

A little guilty.

He did have a dream last night, and he was as exhausted as if he hadn't slept all night.

Walking into the restaurant, seven or eight people came in front of them, and Sheng Yun walked in front.

Song Yan suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his expression flickered.

An Yuan smiled and said hello: "Morning, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yun glanced at her, nodded in response, and then glanced at Song Yan beside her.

An Yuan poked him with her elbow, signaling that etiquette must be in place.

Song Yan hesitated for a few seconds, but Sheng Yun looked away from Bao Liang at this moment, walking away as if he hadn't noticed him at all.

Song Yan swallowed the greeting as soon as it reached his lips, and curled his fingers hanging by his side unnaturally.

Gu Ling, who was walking beside Sheng Yun, came over suddenly, stood still in front of Song Yan, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Xiao Song?"

Song Yan was startled for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand: "Hello."

"I've admired your name for a long time." Gu Ling smiled so much that his eyes crooked, and then he looked back at Sheng Yun, which was a bit meaningful, "It's really different."

Song Yan: "..."

The conversation came a bit suddenly, and the content was a bit confusing, and he didn't know how to answer it.

He has never seen this man before. He is about the same height and has fair skin. He has peach blossom eyes with slanted eyes, and he looks like a male vixen when he smiles.

Sheng Yun urged from the side: "Go quickly."

"Let's have dinner together some other day." Gu Ling mumbled to Song Yan, "We must come then."

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue, stepped forward and pulled Gu Ling's arm impatiently, and pulled him away.

Gu Ling was staggered by him, and he did not forget to warmly invite Song Yan: "I will contact you sometime!"

The group left the restaurant, leaving An Yuan and Song Yan in place with their own doubts.

An Yuan pondered, "Who was that person just now? A friend of President Sheng?"

Song Yan didn't speak, his thoughts were still on those unusually bright peach blossom eyes.

And Sheng Yun's hand that was holding Gu Ling's arm very naturally just now.

The two of them took their meals in the buffet area and found a place to sit down, while An Yuan was still babbling:

"I've never seen it before."

"It's strange why I'm so enthusiastic about you, and I don't know you, so I want to make an appointment with you when I come up, as if I've known you for a long time."

"It seems that we have a good relationship with Mr. Sheng, are we friends? Or..."

Song Yan swallowed a mouthful of soy milk, and said lightly: "Do you still want to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat." An Yuan stopped talking to himself, buried her head in her meal, and complained in a low voice, "Speaking something is bothering you."

Song Yan didn't say anything, and suddenly felt a little bit unappetizing.

An Yuan took a few mouthfuls of fried rice, looked up at him: "Why don't you eat?"

Song Yan pushed the dinner plate: "I can't eat it."

An Yuan frowned: "What's wrong with you? Were you scared last night?"

She suddenly remembered: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, what did Aunt Lu come to you to say to you last night?"

Song Yan avoided his eyes: "It's nothing, I just came to visit the class."

An Yuan looked at his expression tentatively: "...Really?"

Song Yan laughed suddenly: "You also find it strange?"

"Ah..." An Yuan was startled, "No, I..."

An Yuan knew a little bit about those things in his family.

Objectively speaking, she did find it strange that Lu Zhinan didn't tell him anything, but just came to visit a class.

But she certainly couldn't say that directly.

Song Yan didn't wait for her to finish explaining, but just took another sip of soy milk without taste, and restrained his expression: "It's okay, eat quickly."

The set where the explosion occurred was temporarily unavailable for use, and the venue was changed for subsequent test shoots, and all notices were revised.

"After this announcement was revised, all the main events have been postponed." An Yuan accompanied Song Yan to the set, "You don't have a part in the scene, but you don't have to come today."

Song Yan was holding the unfinished hot soy milk in his hand, and because the temperature was too high, he had to bite the straw intermittently, and said vaguely: "There is nothing to do in the hotel."

An Yuan smiled and said: "Okay, I know your temper, you are more serious about filming than anyone else, and I still have to watch the scenes without you, for fear that I may miss the understanding of the whole play."

She joked: "You are free now. If there are more announcements in the future, can you still be so meticulous? There is not enough time."

Song Yan let go of the straw he was biting on: "Sister An, stop boasting, just say what you want to say."

"...You don't have a sense of humor at all." Seeing that his emotions had almost recovered, Anyuan felt relieved, then cleared his throat, half-covered, "Well, I'll take a leave of absence tonight , I won’t accompany you with the team anymore, someone from the company has something to tell me.”

Song Yan continued to chatter about the straw: "It's strange, when do you still need to ask me for leave?"

"Isn't this Mr. Song about to become famous? In order to secure your position as manager, you must use some snacks."

"...Don't talk about it, I can't bear it." Song Yan interrupted her greasy flattery, "You go, I can do it by myself, and don't I have an assistant with the group."

Song Yan didn't bring anyone with him when he came to film, and the agency couldn't afford to provide him with an assistant. Only An Yuan went along with him to do it himself. The crew saw the situation and assigned him a team to take care of his life in the group.

However, because he is not quite used to the living conditions surrounded by many people, he still refuses the kindness of his assistants most of the time, and he and An Yuan go back and forth between the film crew and the hotel.

"I'm worried that they don't understand your living habits, such as soaking in hot water and forgetting to make longan." An Yuan is still remembering the previous grudge, "Okay, I won't bother you, just read the book."

Song Yan didn't say anything, his eyes were cast on the script in his hand, and after a while he suddenly raised his head again:

"You just said that someone from the company wants to talk to you?"

An Yuan paused, and said vaguely, "Yes."

Song Yan frowned: "What's the matter?"

The company sent people all the way to the film crew to talk to An Yuan, and they always felt that something was wrong.

What can't be said on the phone.

An Yuan licked her upper lip awkwardly: "It's nothing special, you don't need to think too much, just go and come back."

"Where will we meet?"

An Yuan said: "It's on the first floor of the hotel. There is a public reception room. I've already reserved one."

Song Yan was silent for a while, then lowered his head to read the script again: "Then go early."

The tone is flat, but it seems that there is no doubt anymore.

An Yuan agreed, turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Jin didn't arrive at the set today, it was the director of Group B who was auditioning on the spot.

Without the leading actors participating in the scenes, the set looks much deserted.

Ding Yiming's part was not included in the temporarily revised notice, obviously because the talks with him had not been settled yet, and the scenes related to him could not proceed, so they were all postponed.

Song Yan recalled seeing Sheng Yun with that investor the day before yesterday, and he didn't know what the final result of their talk was.

He sincerely hoped that Ding Yiming could get out of this crew.

No matter how high the ability to enter the play is, looking at his face, it is still a challenge to get into the role well.

What's more, after last night's accident, Ding Yiming's fans had the most fun. Not only did they frantically crusade against the crew on the official blog for failing to take good care of his brother, they also slaughtered the square of the show.

Of course, after coming and going again and again, Song Yan lay down a lot of guns.

His current fan base is not what it used to be. When he really started a fan scolding battle, he could no longer just be hanged. Although there is still a huge difference in the number, he already has a considerable degree of combat effectiveness.

This has led to the fact that any passer-by who wants "Morning Star Project" will first see the scolding battle between the fans of the male lead and the second male lead.

This made Song Yan very distressed.

He has no interest in fan circle disputes at all, but even if he can try his best to persuade his fans not to participate, it would be enough to make him feel bad if Ding Yiming's crazy fan group started arguing.

And he couldn't completely watch the fans who cared about him suffer this grievance.

While watching Group B's test shoot outside the set, he followed Weibo.

People like Ding Yiming who live on the hot searches are a little too quiet today.

Sure enough, at five o'clock in the afternoon, a trending search turned out to be the third place on the entertainment list.

#Ding Yiming Resignation#

The entry does not include the title of the play, expressing a firm heart to untie.

The hot search quickly exploded.

An Yuan sat next to her and checked Weibo. She saw this trending topic earlier than Song Yan, and asked unexpectedly, "Resigned?"

Song Yan smiled lightly: "I found an opportunity."

An Yuan glanced at him: "You mean...to make use of it? What happened last night."

"It's a once in a thousand years." Song Yan's tone was sarcasm, "There is no such shop in this village."

An Yuan nodded and understood:

"That's right, he can keep his reputation by resigning on the pretext of doubting the safety of the crew. It seems that he is really afraid of not having a later version... Also, as far as his half-baked acting skills are concerned, he needs a hundred people to cooperate with him. Look, no filter, no dubbing, no editing, he's all exposed."

She thought about it again, and frowned: "But if this is the case, wouldn't it be the same as directly questioning the crew?"

Song Yan was noncommittal, and he felt the same way.

And he also felt... With Sheng Yun's personality, he wouldn't suffer from being dumb.

He didn't make a move now, probably because he was still collecting evidence or sorting out his thoughts.

"It's time, aren't you going to meet someone from the company?" Song Yan reminded An Yuan, "Go, I'll stay here until night."

An Yuan's expression flickered, and he forced a smile: "Yes, I have to go."

Song Yan watched An Yuan's back and left the set, and sat there for a while.

After 10 minutes, he also stood up and left the crew.

When he came to the front desk of the hotel, Song Yan made sure that An Yuan was no longer in the lobby, so he asked, "Excuse me, which reception room is reserved by a lady named An? She is my manager."

The front desk has been watching the crew members come and go recently, and has also seen Song Yan. It is very normal for an artist to ask his agent for an appointment, so he told him the number without any doubt.

Song Yan came to the corresponding reception room and stood still. Seeing that there was no one else nearby, he stood there and began to "eavesdrop" unobviously.

"...Our meaning is very clear, your contract with the company has expired, and we have the right not to renew the contract..."

"Your artists, those who are due can go with you, but those who have not expired can't."

An Yuan's voice came out sharply and tremblingly: "What about Song Yan?"

"He still has a five-year agency contract with the company, and we will arrange a new agent for him."

There was a sound of slapping the table, and An Yuan screamed, "Who are you going to give it to? That bastard surnamed Li? He hasn't really thought about Song Yan at all!"

"Don't get excited, the company will definitely consider the artist's development, you just need to follow the company's arrangement and follow the process to terminate the contract peacefully..."

"Impossible! He's only getting better. You want to treat him as a cash cow, but you think I don't know!"

"An Yuan, I advise you to think clearly. It is impossible for us to continue the contract with you. If you want to take Song Yan away, you know exactly how much liquidated damages he will bear. Will he pay the money for you?"

There was silence in the reception room.

Song Yan stood outside the door with a face as calm as water.

Suddenly, he pushed open the door and walked in.

The reception room door slammed shut behind him.

There were three people standing in the room, besides An Yuan, there were also two senior executives from the brokerage company.

An Yuan's face was pale: "You...how could you..."

Song Yan walked over, pulled An Yuan behind him, raised his chin, and looked at the two senior executives in front of him:

"If you want to change my agent, why don't you come and talk to me?"

These two people used to give Song Yan and An Yuan a lot of faces, but now Song Yan has a tendency to become popular, and his attitude immediately becomes more polite.

"Oh, Mr. Song." One of them smiled apologetically, "Why are you here? It's such a trivial matter as changing a manager, I don't need to bother you."

Song Yan's face was cold.

An Yuan standing behind him was so anxious that the corners of his eyes were red, and he tugged on his sleeve.

Song Yan ignored her, and pulled out his hand forcefully:

"I want to terminate the contract."

The tone is peaceful, but powerful.

The faces of the two senior officials changed immediately.

An Yuan was too shocked to speak, and kept shaking her head to grab his arm.

Song Yan turned around and snapped, "Sister An!"

An Yuan fell silent.

She had never seen Song Yan with anger written on his face like this.

When she first brought him up, she treated him like a child, and she protected him like a child along the way.

It's a pity that he has suffered too much. She has always seen it in her eyes and wished him to suffer less.

She clearly knew that Song Yan didn't have much money in his hands, and that the salary was withheld from the company and hadn't been paid to him. He signed the Overlord contract for the company, and he couldn't afford the liquidated damages.

He is on the rise, and if he makes trouble with the company, it will also affect his future.

If she is the only one who can stabilize Song Yan's future, she is willing to step aside.

Afterwards, you can wait for a turnaround, she doesn't want him to fall out with the company right now.

The tone of the two high-level executives suddenly turned cold: "Song Yan, you have to think clearly, you will have to bear a huge amount of liquidated damages if you terminate the contract early, you..."

Song Yan said in a deep voice, "I will."

His eyes are like blades, and every word is sharp and sharp.

The three words were firmly established, he grabbed An Yuan, and strode out of the reception room without looking back.

"You're crazy... Do you know how much it is, we..." An Yuan followed behind him, so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, "You don't have to do this for me."

Song Yan pulled her into the elevator, his expression still ugly: "Don't be sentimental, it's for me too."

An Yuan stopped talking.

Standing behind Song Yan, she secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and bit her lower lip tightly to keep herself from crying.

Back in the room, Song Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a thermos cup to drink water.

An Yuan sat in front of him, her makeup was smeared, her false eyelashes fell off, and she was quite embarrassed: "So what should I do about the liquidated damages?"

Song Yan returned to the room, and the sharpness that had just appeared in the reception room disappeared again, returning to a soft state.

"Isn't there still some time?" Song Yan said, "I can always get some work."

An Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears: "300 million, how could it be too late."

Song Yan was silent.

Now that he had calmed down, he started to worry a little.

During his time as an artist, he didn't earn much, and most of it was looted by the company, and the rest was used for decorations. It can be said that he was drained by this unscrupulous company.

I really don't know where to get so much money.

He thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head: "The remaining 40.00% of the salary of "Project Morning Star"...is it enough for 300 million?"

An Yuan was listless: "Enough is enough, but the specific amount will be calculated according to the situation after the broadcast. How can I get it now?"

Song Yan fell silent.

An Yuan sighed deeply, and said for a while: "Forget it, we still..."

Before finishing speaking, Song Yan stood up abruptly.

An Yuan: "?"

Song Yan left a sentence: "You wait for me here."

An Yuan called him from behind, but he had already left the room.

In Sheng Yun's room.

Gu Ling was holding back, trying to talk to his younger brother.

"Teacher Xiao Song is very cute, I like it very much." Gu Ling said seriously, "I am very happy that he is my sister-in-law."

Sheng Yun looked at the computer and didn't bother to talk to him at all.

Gu Ling continued: "But I think you are very indifferent to him? Have you always treated him like this? It's too wrong. You deserve to have no wife like this."

Sheng Yun still ignored him.

Gu Ling persisted: "I've already made up my mind, I plan to treat him to a meal and get to know him better..."

The pair of peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and seeing that Sheng Yun still didn't respond, he smiled narrowly: "I just happen to have a friend who matches him well, why don't I introduce..."

Sheng Yun said suddenly: "Are you free?"

Gu Ling smiled triumphantly: "You finally paid attention to me."

Sheng Yun pointed to the door: "If you are free, go back to sleep."

"What are you doing, no one will come here anyway." Gu Ling shook the cup in his hand, which contained snow-white coconut milk, "Tell me, brother, what's going on with you two."

Sheng Yun raised his eyes, turned off the computer, and said word by word: "Nothing."

"Huh? No." Gu Ling stretched out his index finger, with an expression of having solved the case, "Compared to the day before yesterday, your expression is wrong."

"What happened yesterday?"

Sheng Yun didn't speak, he really wanted to throw this person out.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions, but the words Secretary Lin said last night still echoed in his ears:

"The one who broke up doesn't take the initiative to get back together...he just doesn't love her."

Regardless of whether this sentence is universal or not, it might make sense for Song Yan.

That person, as if he drank Meng Po soup, never seemed to have any mood swings.

lifeless.

Even in the eyes of others, he still feels full of energy in front of the camera, but he can feel the difference.

It seemed that he was shackled and imprisoned, which made him lose the ability to change his emotions freely.

Maybe it's because I really don't love it.

Sheng Yun raised his head, extremely tired of continuing this topic: "It's very late, if you don't go back, I will ask the front desk to cancel your room card, and you can make a floor in the corridor."

Gu Ling suddenly lost his face: "Is this my real brother?"

Sheng Yun said indifferently: "It's really not."

Gu Ling hummed: "At least a quarter of the blood is the same. We were born with the same grandparents. Don't I even have a place in your room?"

Sheng Yun walked to open the door indifferently, and opened the door while saying: "I can't sleep two people here for the time being."

He was startled suddenly, and saw the person outside the door: "...Why are you here?"

Song Yan stood at the door of the room. He had not moved for 8 minutes, and his legs were numb.

In these 8 minutes, he has raised his hand five times, two of which are already about to ring the doorbell.

Of course they got it back in the end.

What to say?

Hello, I would like to borrow money.

Hi Mr. Sheng, I'm in a bit of trouble and I want to ask for your help.

I'm here to withdraw the salary in advance. Although it's against the rules, I hope you will forgive me.

Song Yan expelled these thoughts from his mind, and the hair on the top of his head shook.

Isn't this still coming to find the ex to sell miserably?

Whenever Sheng Yun rejects him, the level of social death is enough for him to be depressed and unable to eat for a year.

Just when he was about to go back and figure it out before coming back, the door opened.

He also heard the second half of Sheng Yun's sentence: "...There is no room for two people to sleep."

How strange is this.

Feeling puzzled, Song Yan caught a glimpse of the people in the room.

Fair fair, slender, peach blossom eyes.

He looked at Gu Ling, then at Sheng Yun.

Then turn around and walk away.

Sheng Yun didn't stop, Song Yan ran fast.

Gu Ling came to the door and pushed his younger brother: "Why are you standing there, explain, you must have misunderstood."

Sheng Yun didn't move for a moment.

"Explain what?"

He really didn't quite understand.

Gu Ling was speechless for a moment: "What do you think?"

When Sheng Yun thought of Song Yan's back that obviously ran away angrily, although he didn't know why he was unhappy, his sharp brows and eyes were still full of gloom.

This kind of confusion brought about inexplicable irritability, Sheng Yun blurted out: "How do I know, I will never guess what he thinks, and he will never say it."

After a pause, he added forcefully: "I don't want to know either!"

These two short sentences ignited a small flame of hope in Gu Ling, and then extinguished it with a bang.

He suddenly pushed Sheng Yun hard and pushed him out of the door: "Go after him now, don't come in if you can't catch up!"

Then with a snap, Sheng Yun was shut out of the door.

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(By the way, the next file is the story of the big brother, if you are interested, please collect it~)