I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

After Song Yan finished speaking, he still didn't dare to look at the screen and dodged around.

After waiting for a while, he found that Sheng Yun was quiet and did not speak.

This made him a little panicked.

After all, from a certain point of view... the literal meaning of "disobedience to male virtue" is still somewhat offensive.

In case Sheng Yun doesn't have time to surf the Internet, I don't know if this is a joke...

Thinking of this, Song Yan wanted to explain quickly, but before he could figure out how to explain, he heard a faint chuckle.

Although the voice was not loud, Song Yan could still hear that it was obviously a mocking laugh.

This made him a little unconvinced.

He blurted out, "What are you laughing at?"

There was a rustling sound over there, and Sheng Yun said after a while, "Okay, get dressed, can you pick up the camera?"

"..." Song Yan's ears felt a little hot, "Oh."

He picked up his phone, and sure enough, he saw that Sheng Yun was already dressed properly on the screen.

Even so, he was still a little unaccustomed to making video calls, and his eyes were a little dodgy.

"Actually, we can make a voice call." Song Yan touched the tip of his nose, "I just gave you a voice call."

"En." Sheng Yun responded, and then whispered, "I thought you would want to see me."

Song Yan: "..."

He was suddenly a little dazed, thinking wildly in his heart.

Is Sheng Yun crazy?

Or is something out of my mind?

At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong with Sheng Yun these two days.

Changed from the attitude of being so cold when they first met, as if they didn't want to look at him at all, and became always close to him unconsciously.

Thinking of this possibility, Song Yan's heart trembled suddenly, and some complicated emotions immediately permeated.

Seeing Song Yan suddenly turned his head sideways, Xu Shi was in a daze, and Sheng Yun asked, "So why are you looking for me?"

Song Yan came back to his senses before he remembered what he was about to say.

Although it is not serious in the essential sense, it is just a random excuse to say something.

"...I want to tell you that I signed the termination contract tonight." Song Yan still felt that he didn't know where to put his gaze, and subconsciously lowered his eyes, "Thank you for your help, otherwise the company would not let you down so easily. I'm going."

"It's nothing." Sheng Yun said casually, "After that, you can sign Xingxiang."

Song Yan was taken aback: "Astrology?"

Sheng Yun nodded and said with a smile, "What? Don't you like it?"

"..." Song Yan pursed his lips, "Stop talking nonsense."

Of course Sheng Yun was joking with him.

Generally speaking, Xingxiang Media, a subsidiary of Xingxiang Group, does not directly sign artists, and even if they do, they are very few.

And not everyone can get it.

Sheng Yun took a teasing look: "Don't think too much, I'm not giving you privileges."

"I also have this kind of plan to cultivate a group of my own artists, and follow my own ideas in terms of training mode and resource allocation." After explaining his thoughts, Sheng Yun looked at Song Yan and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you ever I also said that many companies now treat artists..."

Song Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly said: "...I don't think I'm suitable."

He interrupted Sheng Yun's words, which surprised Sheng Yun, but it was only for a moment.

Song Yan looked a little unnatural, and he also knew that it was a bit abrupt for him to interrupt Sheng Yun.

But he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Sheng Yun adjusted his tone without showing too much probing: "Why? After you sign the contract, the company will provide you with more convenient conditions."

"It's just not suitable." Song Yan pursed his lips, a little flustered, but his tone was extremely strong, "Thank you for your kindness."

Sheng Yun was very puzzled, and thought of another possibility for a while, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"You..." He rarely felt that he didn't want to face what he was about to say, "Because you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore?"

Song Yan raised his eyes suddenly, his eyelashes trembling helplessly.

He could hear the suppressed strong doubts and temptations in Sheng Yun's tone, as well as a trace of uneasiness accidentally leaked out.

After being silent for just a few seconds, Sheng Yun put on a normal expression again, wanting to temporarily ignore this topic, and said with a light smile: "It's okay, then forget it, just hang up if you're okay, you... "

"No." Song Yan suddenly said hastily, "It's not what you think."

Sheng Yun's fingertips were almost touching the hang up button, and when he heard Song Yan's words, his fingers froze suddenly.

He suddenly felt that he was a bit worthless, and he was going to fall on this unstable little cat again.

What kind of resolution did you make when you reunited just now?

No matter what Song Yan said or did, he would no longer be led by the nose.

While thinking about this, Sheng Yun finally sighed lightly, did not hang up the phone, but asked: "What is that like?"

Song Yan concealed the panic in his eyes, and whispered: "I don't want to be popular yet."

Sheng Yun frowned, but he didn't expect this answer: "What?"

Song Yan pursed her lips, as if thinking about how to word it better: "It's just... I'm not ready to be popular yet."

Sheng Yun still didn't quite understand.

But thinking about it this way, when they were still together, he didn't seem to show an attitude of wanting to be popular.

Although he wants to act and hopes to get a job, he seems to be a little wary of becoming popular, and he avoids it every time he mentions it.

Sheng Yun guessed subconsciously: "Afraid...too much right and wrong?"

Song Yan's eyes flashed, and he nodded.

Sheng Yun's expression seemed to be a little more relaxed: "Understandable. How to develop after signing with Xingxiang is also your choice, we can take our time."

Song Yan responded a few times, seeming to agree with him: "Yes, that's what I mean..."

Sheng Yun looked at him for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "I think you're a little weird."

Before Song Yan could say anything in the future, Sheng Yun mentioned that he could hang up the phone, and he followed suit.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan lay back on the sofa, heaving a long sigh of relief.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

Song Yan turned sideways, took the pillow he was holding on the sofa, and hugged it tightly in his arms, pinching it until it became a little deformed.

He didn't suddenly calm down until he had almost vented his emotions.

The room was so quiet that there was no sound, as if a needle could be heard.

Some things have been buried in my heart for too long, and I feel that they are engraved in my bones and cannot be pulled out.

Can't say it.

"Morning Star Project" is a short drama with a tight plot. After a period of intense shooting, it is basically over half.

At the same time, the premiere time has also been set, and after a little warm-up, related topics have been on the hot search list.

After finishing the intensive shooting of a big scene, Song Yan's role was officially completed.

Although he is the lead actor, he was the first one to finish filming.

That night, the reluctant Lu Jin hosted a special farewell banquet for him, and when he left, he took Song Yan's arm and burst into tears:

"Cub, you must take care of yourself when you go back, and you must also take care of yourself when you go to other film crews. If you have the opportunity, you must take care of my scenes in the future..."

Song Yan responded again and again. Although he was speechless, he still couldn't bear to leave him alone after the meeting, so he sent him back to the room himself.

As soon as the cool wind blew, Lu Jin's mind cleared up a lot.

On the way back to the hotel, Lu Jin suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Brother Sheng has been contacting you recently, right?"

Sheng Yun has been away for a long time since his last business trip, and he seemed very busy during this period, and he didn't even have WeChat contact with Lu Jin.

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Lu Jin was very curious about how far Sheng Yun had progressed under the guidance of his emotional mentor, so he couldn't help but to test it out.

Although Song Yan felt that it was strange for Lu Jin to ask such a question suddenly, he still thought about it and said truthfully: "We have contacted."

Lu Jin's eyes lit up, and he thought that Brother Sheng was really good at it, and he learned it by himself after mentioning it a little bit, so he hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing him leaning forward and getting closer to him, Song Yan wished that his gossiping little eyes could be written on his face. He frowned and said, "...Just talk about it casually."

Lu Jin was taken aback: "For example?"

"..." Song Yan briefly summarized, "What did you eat in the morning, what did you eat in the evening, and what time did you go to bed?"

Lu Jin fell silent.

After a while, he tremblingly said: "That's it?"

Song Yan nodded: "...um."

To be honest, he himself felt a little weird.

On the first day, he felt that Sheng Yun was looking for something to talk about.

The next day, he felt that Sheng Yun seemed to be quite different from before. He didn't like sending WeChat reports very much before, maybe it changed after breaking up.

On the third day, he suspected that Sheng Yun took himself as a memo.

Lu Jin was dejected, said nothing, and silently said that he had to practice more when he had the chance.

After a long silence, Song Yan asked, "Director Lu, there is something I want to ask you."

Lu Jin: "What?"

Song Yan was a little hesitant, but was urged by Lu Jin, who was impatient, and said: "From November of the previous year to March of last year, do you know what President Sheng was doing at that time?"

Lu Jin was stunned: "What is he doing?"

Song Yan nodded.

Of course he knew what Sheng Yun was doing at that time. During those few months, he lived together incognito as a couple in his own home.

But he wanted to know, in the eyes of Sheng Yun's friends, what he was doing at that time.

Lu Jin thought about the time carefully, and muttered, "November to March...he is abroad."

Song Yan frowned: "Overseas?"

Lu Jin nodded: "Yes, I ran out and stayed for a while, but no one could find him."

Song Yan pursed his lips and felt his heartbeat start to speed up: "Then why did he go abroad at that time? Did something happen before?"

Lu Jin thought hard: "Nothing happened. Even going out to play for a few months is common. At that time, he hadn't taken over the company yet. Didn't he just go wherever he wanted?"

Song Yan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

went out to play.

It's not going abroad to play, it's coming to play at home.

Song Yan drooped his eyelids, a little unwilling.

As for hiding your identity?

And it was well concealed, even a friend of Lu Jin's level really believed that he had gone abroad.

He didn't even mention this charming dream to his friends once.

Lu Jin didn't think much about why Song Yan asked himself this matter, but returned to the previous topic. After all, he was very concerned about whether Sheng Yun, a straight man of steel, could succeed in getting Yan Zai:

"After going back, go out with Mr. Sheng when you have time, don't just stay at home."

Song Yan: "..."

He was startled, and subconsciously denied: "I don't stay at home all the time."

"Heh." Lu Jin saw through everything, "When you didn't make an announcement, your WeChat steps that day were all zero!"

Song Yan's pupils trembled: "..."

Can it be judged from this angle?

Lu Jin boasted: "My observations are very careful!"

Song Yan was a little dumbfounded, and sighed softly after a while.

He just left the crew completely.

It seems... that she no longer has anything to do with Sheng Yun.

They met again because of this drama, and now that they are finished from the crew, is there any chance to meet in the future?

He is just a small artist, and Sheng Yun is the president of a group. Even if he signed an artist management contract with Xingxiang, there is no reason to meet with the president.

Apart from anything else, there has long been an identity gap between them.

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly felt a little lost.

The next morning, Song Yan packed his luggage and returned to Nanzhou.

As soon as he got home, he tidied up the house by himself, and asked An Yuan to pick up glutinous rice balls from his friend and go home.

During the time he was filming, Tangyuan had been fostered by An Yuan's sister's house. Fortunately, Tangyuan was familiar with her, and she didn't feel uncomfortable in the new environment.

Although Tangyuan was still chubby after returning home, Song Yan still felt extremely guilty.After all, as usual, he shouldn't have a cat if he needs to travel and work in a group.

However, the cat was picked up by Sheng Yun, and once it is in his hands, he has to keep it. Now he is really reluctant to find an adoption, and he is also worried that his new home will not be able to live a prosperous life at the current level.

Recently, his personal account has received a large sum of money, and he doesn't need Sheng Yun to buy rations for glutinous rice balls. He has placed an order for a large number of Gaoxing canned food and freeze-dried food.

By the way, there are also many cat climbing frames and cat toys. He wants to transform the study room that has been idle at home into a room dedicated to cats.

After roughly tidying up, Song Yan sat on the sofa, and the glutinous rice balls stuck to him as soon as they were delivered, and now also jumped on his lap and refused to get off.

Song Yan touched her for a long time, picked up his phone and took several photos of her with her head outstretched begging to be touched.

After shooting, he looked at it for a while, thought about it, and chose to share and send.

Not long after, Sheng Yun's reply came.

【Got home? 】

Song Yan replied: [Yes. 】

Sheng Yun continued to comment on the photo: [It looks like a good life. 】

Song Yan looked at this reply and suddenly wanted to ask what he was doing.

But it seems again...

After all, he once saw a saying on the Internet that asking "what are you doing" is saying "I miss you".

...Say I miss you?

Can't speak.

Song Yan thought about it, and silently typed:

[I'm a little overweight, and I need to lose weight for a while. 】

He thought that Sheng Yun would not reply again, but he did not expect Sheng Yun to reply anyway.

He opened it and took a look, his expression froze:

[I will check the weight loss results in two days. 】

Song Yan stared at this sentence.

My heart beat suddenly.

This sentence seems commonplace, but in Song Yan's eyes, it looks like a promise, a plan for the future.

Even if they leave the group, they won't see each other when Sheng Yun goes to the set again, but there are other opportunities to meet.

For example, Sheng Yun will also come to see the glutinous rice balls.

Song Yan suddenly believed what people said, children are the lubricant of the family.

Song Yan pursed his lips, concealed the inadvertent smile on the corners of his lips, and replied two words lightly, highlighting his indifferent emotions:

【Um. 】

On the other end, Sheng Yun had just finished the meeting when he received a cat clip from Song Yan.

He was quite satisfied, after all, he was still wondering why Song Yan didn't even report to himself that he was safe when he returned to Nanzhou, and he still needed Lu Jin to act as an intermediary to tell him.

At least now he still knows how to send a message to himself, even though it is to show him the cat.

When he saw the word "um" at the end, Sheng Yun clicked his tongue lightly.

Such a simple word seems very cold.

He didn't learn anything else, but this little cat has learned his own fault of sparing words like gold when sending messages.

Just as he was thinking, Sheng Yun heard Secretary Lin beside him laugh softly.

He looked back: "What's wrong?"

Secretary Lin was looking at his mobile phone with a sweet smile on his face. When he saw the boss asking a question, he quickly restrained his expression and said seriously: "It's nothing."

Sheng Yun: "..."

He was speechless for a while, and said, "I'm simply asking what you do, not criticizing you."

Isn't his expression pleasant enough?

Secretary Lin snorted, and complained in his heart. Mr. Sheng didn't know how majestic his face was, and said, "I received news from my boyfriend."

Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes.

He has always been tolerant of the love life of his subordinates, and Valentine's Day, Qixi Festival, and 520 are all holidays.

But this does not mean that he offered to meet, but he could still accept dog food from his subordinates when he was treated coldly by his "predecessor".

"It's not the first day to receive news." Sheng Yun said indifferently, "It's worth your joy."

It was rare for Secretary Lin not to notice the trace of displeasure in Sheng Yun's tone, and continued: "There was a quarrel this morning, and he hasn't looked for me, but he just asked me what I was doing."

Sheng Yun felt that he might not be able to understand the brain circuit of the little girl now, and asked, "What kind of good words are you asking about what are you doing?"

Secretary Lin mercifully gave science popularization to his boss who didn't have access to the Internet: "Mr. Sheng, you don't know now. Now you are saying, why are you posting? The translation means I miss you."

Sheng Yun was noncommittal and remained silent.

Secretary Lin thought he was just not interested in this topic, so she hurriedly stopped mentioning it, and said instead: "The board of directors will confirm with you this Saturday morning, do you want to attend the meeting?"

Sheng Yun frowned: "Will Chairman Sheng come?"

Secretary Lin immediately knew that he had run into Ni Lin, and whispered: "Yes, she asked you to definitely attend the meeting..."

"I won't go." Sheng Yun said coldly, "I have something to do that day."

"Is it a racing car?" Secretary Lin's eyes widened immediately: "Mr. Sheng, you know that Mr. Sheng has clearly said that you will not be allowed to drive heavy motorcycles again..."

Sheng Yun raised his eyes suddenly: "Do you really want to be Dong Sheng's secretary?"

Secretary Lin immediately stopped talking and lowered her eyes: "I didn't mean that."

She muttered for a while: "I'm just afraid that you and..."

Sheng Yun lowered his head and waved his hands impatiently: "Don't worry about it, just go out."

The office door was gently closed, and the Nanzhou CBD outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was brightly lit with lights and shadows.

After Song Yan washed up, he lay on the bed.

The glutinous rice balls lay on his chest, snoring and acting like a baby.

Lu Jin posted his finale photo and a group photo of the farewell banquet on Weibo.

Song Yan clicked on the retweet, and thought hard for a long time about what word to match, before he managed to make it up.

He clicked on the big picture and looked at it for a while, recalling the scene at night.

At the farewell banquet, everyone in the crew showed reluctance. It was the first time for Song Yan to experience such a strong cohesion and sincere emotion in a crew, and he was a little stunned for a while.

When everyone toasted to wish him a bright future, he even felt his nose sore.

The toasts are intertwined, the light and shadow are intertwined, and the eyes are dazzled.

Among so many people, Song Yan suddenly realized that he didn't see the shadow of that person.

Without Sheng Yun, he might not have been able to defeat other competitors with strong capital and get this role at all.

With Lu Jin's favor, he was alone and helpless, so he couldn't make the "Morning Star Project" he wanted.

In the crew, no one seemed to remember that Sheng Yun was not there, and no one thought that he was a part of the show, either out of awe or forgetting.

After all, Sheng Yun was mostly behind the scenes.

But Song Yan knew that Sheng Yun put in a lot of hard work on the first project he worked on himself, even though he always seemed to be quite indifferent and effortless.

When people arrive at night, it is always easy to have many emotions that they do not have during the day.

Under the dim light in the bedroom, Song Yan picked up his mobile phone and entered three words in Sheng Yun's WeChat dialog box.

After hesitating for a few minutes, I clicked send.

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Anyway, I don’t know which three words it is (it’s not like everyone doesn’t know it!)