I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

A rainy night a year ago.

"let's break up."

It was already raining heavily outside the window, and there were faint thunder bursts.

The glutinous rice balls in Sheng Yun's arms jumped off his knees when the thunder exploded, and hid in the nest, refusing to come out.

"What did you say?"

Sheng Yun asked softly.

He just thought it was a little funny, got up and went to Song Yan's side, trying to rub his head to see what he was thinking.

Song Yan stood at the entrance between the living room and the dining room. Seeing him approaching, he quickly took a few steps back and kept a few meters away from Sheng Yun. He didn't want to get close to him.

More dare not.

Seeing him retreating, Sheng Yun stopped in his footsteps, and his expression became more and more puzzled.

Song Yan's throat seemed to be strangled by something, he could hardly speak, and his voice had changed:

"I said, let's break up."

Sheng Yun laughed suddenly: "We agreed, this kind of joke can't be played, if you have any misunderstandings, tell me, and I will explain it well."

Song Yan shook his head vigorously.

His expression made it clear that this was not a joke.

The smile on Sheng Yun's lips disappeared immediately: "...Why?"

Song Yan's breathing quickened, not knowing how to answer this question.

"Because..." He panicked and said loudly, "You are too unprofessional."

Sheng Yun frowned at first, as if he couldn't understand what he said, then his eyes darkened, understanding something.

Song Yan's suddenly raised voice and flustered expression proved that he was lying.

Since it was necessary to use lies to cover up the real reason, it didn't matter what the obvious reason was, and he didn't want to ask about the real reason for being buried.

The result of questioning may just be self-defeating.

Sheng Yun was sure at this moment that Song Yan really had to make up his mind to end it.

From the first time Song Yan saw him, he felt that this man's appearance unabashedly exuded a sense of aggression and aggression, and the deep and sharp eye sockets were often filled with an arrogant and cold look.

But then it gradually changed, and even the lines of the facial features seemed to become softer, and Song Yan saw the tenderness in his eyes more than once when he looked at him.

It can almost make him indulge unconditionally and irrationally.

But at this time, in the dark rainy night, Song Yan felt that the chandelier in the living room, which had always been bright, was flickering. Otherwise, why would Sheng Yun's eyes dim suddenly, so cold that there was no warmth at all.

Song Yan was ready to bear his anger, but he didn't.The man just asked him a question and didn't regret it, then he slammed the door and left without cleaning up anything.

The rain suddenly became heavy, and the sound of thunder was pounding down. The sound of raindrops falling on the ground was like a basin of cold water sloping crazily outside the window, making Song Yan feel icy cold even in a warm room.

Sheng Yun walked so quickly that he didn't ask a word.

Song Yan didn't know if his heart really longed for him to ask himself more questions, even if he pressed his shoulders to force himself, even if he smashed things at home.

Maybe I really couldn't hold it anymore and said it.

But Sheng Yun didn't, he pulled away without asking any more questions.

This even made Song Yan feel empty and unbelievable.

Could it be that there is no nostalgia and doubts at all, and you let go so easily?

But that's okay, isn't this exactly the result I want?What qualifications do you have to lose.

It's all for Sheng Yun's good.

——"If you love him, you should let him go, don't be too selfish."

Yes, this sentence is correct.Song Yan said this to himself again and again, as if to convince himself.

Except for the roaring rain, the room was eerily quiet.

Even the glutinous rice balls seemed to sense something was wrong, and shrank in the cat's nest, with a pair of eyes exposed, looking at Song Yan timidly.

Song Yan squatted down slowly, hugged his knees, curled up into a hedgehog, trying to wrap himself tightly.

Maybe in the future, I still want to ask why Sheng Yun left so easily.

Perhaps Sheng Yun also wanted to know why he broke up suddenly.

But there is no chance to ask these questions, because there will be no more involvement for a long time after that.

"It's me, open the door!"

Song Yan just touched the phone from the bedside table and pressed answer when he heard An Yuan's roar.

Song Yan closed his eyes, and arched his head under the quilt again.

Seeing that there was no response, An Yuan continued to ring the doorbell until Song Yan couldn't help but got up and opened the door for her.

An Yuan walked in with eyes wide open, and then saw Song Yan returning to the bedroom as if floating, and became even more angry.

"Why are you..." Halfway through the sentence, An Yuan was stunned, and said in shock, "You haven't had any ventilation for two days, have you? Don't you even draw the curtains?"

She opened the curtains leading to the balcony from the living room with a bang, and opened the window a little to let in the wind.

Tang Yuan ran over to her feet and meowed, but An Yuan picked it up: "What's the matter? It's rare to be so clingy to me...Did Song Yan ignore you?"

As she spoke, she looked around and slowly realized something was wrong.

In the kitchen, there was a cold pot and a cold stove, and the dishes and chopsticks were still in the disinfection cabinet and hadn't been turned on. It was obvious that the fire hadn't been turned on for two days.

The refrigerator was opened, and it was empty. He had eaten all the milk and fruit he bought for him two days ago.

"Are you going to ascend to heaven?" An Yuan went to the bedroom angrily, "Just eat that little fruit these days? Why don't you cook it yourself and order a takeaway? It's only been two days of vacation and you've been living like this, If I give you a month's leave, you won't starve to death..."

Song Yan nestled on the bed, turned over impatiently, and covered his head with the quilt.

An Yuan put the glutinous rice balls on the bed: "Go, go and harass him."

Tang Yuan arched her head and climbed up to Song Yan's neck. After all, he had no choice but to turn over and get up.

"...Can you let me sleep more?"

An Yuan looked at his sallow face: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Song Yan pressed his temple: "Forgot."

I really forgot, the past few days have been so muddled, I really don't have any concept of time.

An Yuan couldn't believe it, and then realized something was wrong.

She didn't say much, and turned around to go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

There is nothing else at home, only the unfinished rice, so I take it out to make some porridge.

Song Yan lay down again and grumbled for a while, and couldn't fall asleep when he heard the ping-pong in the kitchen, and felt sorry for letting An Yuan cook while lying down, so he had to get up and get dressed.

Coming to the door of the kitchen, An Yuan turned to look at him: "Yo, are you willing to get up?"

Song Yan straightened his hair, but felt that no matter how he did it, it would become messier, so he gave up altogether.

Song Yan said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

An Yuan put the porridge on the stove, turned to look at him, and sighed: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Song Yan's expression flickered: "What's going on?"

With an expression of "Don't try to hide it from me", An Yuan said, "You look exactly the same as when you were broken up. Why, you fell in love again?"

Song Yan lowered his eyelids, listlessly, turned around and fell on the sofa in the living room: "Almost."

An Yuan just guessed casually, but he didn't expect him to admit it, and he was shocked from ear to ear.

She trotted to Song Yan's side: "What did you say? Are you really...? No, when did I not know?"

Song Yan glanced at her, and sighed resignedly for a while.

15 minute later.

"What????!!!!"

An Yuan jumped up from the sofa, her eyes almost popping out.

Song Yan pressed her ears because of her exclamation, and said weakly: "Keep your voice down."

An Yuan didn't get over the fact that Mr. Sheng was the "ex-boyfriend" he had never met.

It took her 5 minutes to slowly understand, and then she felt that many things made sense at once.

"My God." She suddenly remembered something, her face flushed immediately, and she said awkwardly, "Then I am in front of him...saying he can't..."

Song Yan: "?"

An Yuan explained with guilt on his face that he told Sheng Yun about the scene where Song Yan's predecessor was not good enough, which made Song Yan immediately speechless.

An Yuan murmured: "It's not because you two broke up strangely, and you said that it hasn't happened between you... I thought... Hey, I blame me for talking too much."

Song Yan: "...Forget it."

In fact, it is not so important.

After so long, it seemed that Sheng Yun didn't necessarily take it to heart.

And it doesn't matter now.

"So you're saying that he asked you to get back together yesterday?" An Yuan summed it up and asked, "Then what did you say?"

Song Yan closed his eyes, and said in despair, "Let it go."

An Yuan: "..."

She was speechless: "Who are you lying to?"

She pointed at Song Yan's look of dying: "In your current state, it's not an exaggeration to say that you were kicked by someone you love deeply."

Song Yan remained silent.

An Yuan calmed down, but also felt that something was wrong the more she thought about it.

Unexpectedly, these two times, Song Yanti let go, but afterward, he always looked terribly hurt.

An Yuan was really curious, and couldn't help asking: "Then what are you..."

Song Yan said suddenly: "There seem to be eggs in the refrigerator."

An Yuan's words were interrupted: "?"

Song Yan continued: "Fry an egg and eat it, I'm so hungry. It's still early for porridge."

An Yuan stood up: "Oh."

She was used to taking care of her younger siblings since she was a child, and when she heard Song Yan's request, she subconsciously got up to do it, and even forgot what she wanted to ask just now.

The eggs are in the oil pan, and they are fragrant.

Only then did An Yuan realize that Song Yan was changing the subject.

After the eggs were fried, An Yuan handed the plate to Song Yan:

"You probably didn't pay attention to the premiere, did you? The popularity is very good, and the evaluation is not bad."

Song Yan chewed the egg mechanically.

An Yuan read the next schedule to him: "These days are quite busy, and the interviews that should be attended have to be prepared in advance, and they will be used as materials at that time. There will be an interview at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and there will be an interview at seven o'clock tomorrow night... ..."

Song Yan listened nonchalantly, thankfully An Yuan didn't ask further questions.

She has always been very considerate of her emotions, and never asked questions if she didn't want to say anything.

In the next few days, Song Yan was busy making announcements. After staying in business for a long time, he gradually got used to it.

Only occasionally when he finished his work did he think of the things he didn't want to face, and the smile disappeared immediately.

At the end of an interview, An Yuan got into the nanny's car with him, looked down at the phone, and said, "Not bad, the answer is good. It's rare, you're getting better at these things."

"Really." Song Yan pressed the center of his eyebrows, "Then let's make more arrangements."

An Yuan's finger that sent the message paused, and looked up at him.

Arrange more?

She looked at Song Yan's side face, and saw a trace of fatigue that couldn't be concealed through the delicate makeup.

He has never asked himself to do more of this kind of work. Apart from acting, he doesn't pay much attention to other things, and he seems to be more resistant.

Especially the more such single-player materials, the higher the popularity and heat, but Song Yan obviously deliberately hides himself and is unwilling to bring the heat up.

"You are..." An Yuan thought for a while and said, "Aren't you going to hide your clumsiness?"

Song Yan raised his eyes: "Zangzhuo?"

An Yuan said: "Isn't it? You used to seldom appear outside the scenes, and even refused to promote you personally after filming, aren't you hiding your clumsiness?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "Almost."

An Yuan thought about it, and felt that it made sense: "That's right, in the past, if you became popular in that trash company, all kinds of black material came, and you didn't have any power to resist. Now it's different, you have a fan base, you should If you want to attract fans, you still have to attract fans, who can't live with being popular?"

Song Yan leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, noncommittal.

It doesn't matter, red or not, black or not, what kind of public opinion will come to him, he doesn't care anymore.

Alone, what are you afraid of?

It has been three days, and he has not had a wechat contact with Sheng Yun.

On the racing track that day, he said absolutely, not just such a joke as "loved".

"Only you are still living in the past."

Song Yan himself didn't know why he could say such cruel words, maybe it was because most of these words were meant for himself.

Don't live in the past.

What is the difference between being together again and before?

Sheng Yun is now aloof, and the stars are holding the moon, and he doesn't need his company for a long time. Without him, there will be another one, and he will live well.

Just like when Sheng Yun slammed the door without asking a word, disappeared from his life completely, and then became the young master of his Sheng family, he will have a better life now.

That's it.

A month later, "Morning Star Project" was officially completed.

At the same time, the show has reached its fourth episode, and the corresponding unedited version has also been released, causing a great storm, raising the popularity and reputation of "Morning Star Project" to an incomparable height, the most lively When it is updated, it can occupy 50 hot searches on the entertainment charts on the update day, truly achieving seamless domination of the charts.

Correspondingly, the popularity of Song Yan, who is the lead actor, also soared, and his fans increased more than ten times in just one month.

This made An Yuan go crazy.

Since Song Yan hadn't signed a new company yet, although Xingxiang Media sent a letter of intent, Song Yan insisted not to reply, and An Yuan could only follow his orders.

Fortunately, An Yuan has a few manager friends who are also frustrated but have good working ability, Song Yan simply recruits them all for his own use, and handles the work with An Yuan.

Everything seems to be on track.

Back to the past again, there seemed to be no shadow of Sheng Yun in his life.

Calm and dead.

"You have to go to the wrap-up banquet tonight. I've already bought the air ticket." An Yuan glanced at the time, Song Yan had just finished the last interview and was in time to catch the plane, "The itinerary is kept secret, otherwise I'm really afraid of the traffic at the small airport in Linzhou paralysis."

An Yuan has bright red nails, and her whole body has been replaced with big cards. In this short one, she no longer needs to go around begging her grandpa to sue her grandma. Instead, a lot of people are rushing to find her to contact her for work, and praise her for her temperament. It's all very different.

Song Yan took the mask and hat from her, put them on, and said softly, "Go directly to the airport, where is the car parked?"

An Yuan asked An Bao to open the way for him, and carefully checked Song Yan's expression.

According to the general situation, Sheng Yun will also attend tonight's wrap-up banquet.

For more than a month, she didn't see any negative expression on Song Yan's face at all, she seemed calm and peaceful, as if she had completely forgotten about Sheng Yun.

But her gut told her it wasn't that simple.

In the past month, Song Yan has become an unprecedented workaholic. Even he and himself are busy day and night. Even because of the determination to work hard, the intensity is a little abnormal.

And she found that Song Yan's eyes and expression were terrifyingly calm and flat.

It's almost like an overreaction after the stimulus of some extreme event.

With this kind of mood in mind, An Yuan accompanied Song Yanfei to Linzhou worriedly. He was fully armed all the way without escaping the eyes of many station sisters. Song Yan greeted him as usual, got into the car of the crew and headed to the finale banquet.

Because the show has aired four episodes, the popularity is visible to the naked eye, so the finale banquet is also very lively as it should be.In addition to the crew members, many investors who hadn't shown up before and directors who were familiar with Lu Jin were also present.

An Yuan glanced at the venue and found that Sheng Yun was not there.

Realizing this, she immediately turned her eyes to look at Song Yan, and saw that his eyes were indifferent, like a glass of boiled water, and he didn't look around, as if there was nothing unusual.

Lu Jin was the first to come up to greet him, and talked with Song Yan as if reunited after a long absence.

Song Yan took all the words, and slowly felt that Lu Jin talked too much tonight.

"Director Lu..." Song Yan asked casually, seemingly unintentionally, "President Sheng didn't come?"

Lu Jin's face changed suddenly, but he quickly covered it up: "Oh...he's busy with work."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was wrong.

Of course Sheng Yun is busy with work, but participating in the wrap-up banquet itself is also his job. Given how much he attaches importance to "Morning Star Project", it should be the first activity to attend.

And if it was really just that he was busy with work and couldn't come, with Lu Jin's personality, he should have mentioned it to him, and he had to wipe away tears and say that Boss Sheng didn't care about him anymore.

Song Yan frowned, feeling a knot in his heart and couldn't let it go at all. Even though Lu Jin had already gone to other places to socialize, he still cared.

Finally, Song Yan still couldn't hold back, and secretly dragged Lu Jin to a relatively deserted place.

"Director Lu, tell me the truth." Song Yan's eyes showed eagerness, as if a stone had been thrown into a lake that had been calm for too long, "He...why didn't he come?"

Lu Jin's expression froze, and after looking at Song Yan for a while, the expression in his eyes was very complicated.

He thought of many things, the possible entanglement between Sheng Yun and the person in front of him, the current situation of Sheng Yun, and many things in the past.

He closed his eyes, as if he had suppressed it for too long, and suddenly heaved a long sigh.

Song Yan rushed out of the finale banquet.

He knew that Lu Jin would smooth things over for him, but he no longer cared what the people present thought.

The nearest flight is 30 minutes away. An Yuan didn't know what happened, but she followed up. He bought the nearest flight for him through the VIP channel at the airport as quickly as possible, and helped him cover the station as much as possible. shot.

It was 10 o'clock at night, and Song Yan was driving in the dark night of Nanzhou. The car was quiet, but he seemed to be able to hear the howling of the wind outside the car.

Although it didn't rain, he could really hear the sound of thunder and rainstorm, which was exactly the same as the night when he and Sheng Yun broke up.

According to Lu Jin's address, he came to a not-so-large manor in the suburbs of Nanzhou. This is an industry developed by Xingxiang Real Estate, and the people who live there are either rich or noble.

Finally, the car drove to the southeast corner of the manor and stopped in front of the No. [-] villa separated by a lake.

Song Yan got out of the car, turned around and saw An Yuan who was busy with his makeup for this trip, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

An Yuan shook her head in the car, said with a smile, "Go quickly."

Villa No. [-] was completely dark except for the light on the entrance on the first floor.

Outside the gate of the villa, there were several people standing, and some sitting on the rockery beside them, all of them looked decadent.

Song Yan entered the yard, and several people immediately became vigilant: "Who?"

Before Song Yan could speak, Secretary Lin recognized it first: "Teacher Song?"

Several people in the secretariat immediately fell silent.

Secretary Lin stepped forward to greet her. In the dark, Song Yan saw that she had no makeup on, and her face was covered with tears. It seemed that she had just cried, and she was in a rare embarrassment.

"What about others?"

Song Yan heard himself asking hoarsely.

Secretary Lin shook his head, making way for Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't ask any more questions, and when he came to the door of the villa, all the staff of the secretariat looked at him curiously, but Secretary Lin let him go, and no one dared to stop him.

Many people have a little expectation in their eyes, and put some hope on this new traffic.

Song Yan pushed open the door of the villa and walked in.

It was too dark to see anything.

Song Yan touched the wall and turned on the light.

The huge luxury villa was empty, almost dead silent.

There was obviously no one on the first floor, so Song Yan went up to the second floor and lowered his footsteps to look around.

He noticed that on the balcony on the second floor, although the lights were still not turned on, under the faint moonlight, he could see a person sitting on a chair, his thin figure almost crumbling.

Sheng Yun was tall and straight, and Song Yan had never seen him so depressed.

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly thought, was he ever so depressed when they broke up?

"Who?"

Sheng Yun's voice was hoarse, and his tone was cold and alert.

Song Yan tried to speak with difficulty, but couldn't make a sound, so he had to clear his throat.

With just this sound, Sheng Yun recognized him.

Sheng Yun suddenly stood up and turned to face him.

Under the moonlight, Song Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only vaguely recognize a shadow.

Sheng Yun: "Why are you here?"

This voice was extremely unfamiliar, with an incomparable sense of distance, which made Song Yan's heart tremble.

After a while, Song Yan tremblingly said: "I'm sorry."

Sheng Yun was silent for a while: "I'm sorry for what?"

I'm sorry that I broke up for no reason at the beginning, I'm sorry I still don't want to get back together, because I don't love it?

Song Yan heard his voice cry:

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you during this time."

On the terrace, there were gusts of cold wind blowing through the bones in late winter, which was obviously not harsh, but Song Yan felt that his ears were covered with fog, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but his nose and eye sockets couldn't be controlled. Sour.

He shouldn't be answering interviews everywhere, and he shouldn't be busy working everywhere. He has several hot searches a day, but none of them are where he should be.

He suddenly regretted it, even though he still firmly believed that his approaching Sheng Yun might bring him unknown harm, but he still regretted it.

Sheng Yun never spoke, just stood there motionless.

Song Yan suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, he seemed to be able to see the coldness and indifference in Sheng Yun's deep eye sockets, which made him palpitate uncontrollably.

It was obviously his choice, and he pushed him away with his own hands.

But Song Yan still couldn't accept it, he seemed to lose him, it seemed irretrievable.

Song Yan took a step back, just like when Sheng Yun approached on the night of the breakup, he took a step back.

He turned around and wanted to leave in a panic, but his steps were heavy and he couldn't move.

Behind him came the sound of rustling grass and trees on the terrace in the wind, followed by a cool touch on his wrist.

Someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms gently but irresistibly.

Song Yan leaned against Sheng Yun, his eyes froze.

Sheng Yun's low voice melted away all the rationality and scruples he had hidden for a long time, as if he could only hear this extremely familiar voice speaking in his ear.

There was a hint of a triumphant chuckle in the cool tone:

"Is it okay to go after coming?"

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Inside the living room.

"So you came here because of this?" After hearing this, Sheng Yun couldn't help laughing, "My mother is missing, but she has been missing for several days. She did it on purpose, but no one else knew about it."

Song Yan's head was suddenly covered with black lines.

Sheng Yun in front of him had completely returned to his normal state before, as if the scene of the bitter drama just watched had never really happened at all.

Song Yan drooped his eyelids, his face was not very happy, he faintly felt that he was being fooled.

He said angrily: "So you didn't do this because you were worried about Mr. Sheng?"

"What are you worried about?" Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows, "Worried about her committing suicide?"

Song Yan nodded, after all, that's what Lu Jin said.

"Thinking too much." Sheng Yun poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Song Yan, "They guessed randomly."

Song Yan didn't really want to talk to him, but he was really thirsty, so he had to take the water: "Then why are you staying behind closed doors during this time? Your secretaries are still waiting anxiously outside the villa."

Sheng Yun laughed: "It's true that they are looking for her. If you don't come back, the stock price will have an accident, but I don't care. She will come back after playing enough. Can I control her?"

He looked at Song Yan fixedly, and raised his eyebrows: "Finally, I have an excuse. I took the opportunity to feel sad about losing my relationship. Will there be a problem?"

lose……

Song Yan pursed her lips tightly, not believing his nonsense.

Sheng Yun was very frank: "Besides, if I don't behave a little bit more miserable, will you still come?"

Song Yan stood up abruptly.

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue: "Why, did you go back on your word?"

Song Yan: "..."

This put him in a dilemma.

"Of course, apart from the above reasons, I'm still thinking about why you lied to me that day."

Song Yan was taken aback.

Sheng Yun whispered: "You said let it go, I know you are lying to me, but I can't figure out why."

Song Yan subconsciously denied it: "I didn't..."

Sheng Yun stood up and walked in front of Song Yan.

The two were very close.

Song Yan couldn't continue.

Sheng Yun said in a low voice: "When will your mouth speak the truth?"

Song Yan opened his eyes wide, trying to defend himself as if he had been exposed.

No bubbles yet. When he reacted, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The man lowered his head, the air was entangled, and time froze.

Song Yan closed his eyes instinctively, and his thinking ability disappeared.

All tactile sensations were magnified, the ticking of the wall clock, his own heartbeat, and the disordered breathing of the two intertwined.

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ps The debt owed by Song Yan's mouth will be repaid in other places (bushi) in the future, don't worry