I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

In the early morning of the next day, it began to rain lightly.

The weather was cloudy, and the blackout curtains were covered, and not much light came in.

Great for sleeping in.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang suddenly in the quiet bedroom that Song Yan's eyelids trembled and he woke up in shock.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and his vision changed from blurred to clear. After a long time, he suddenly remembered something and turned over to sit up.

He looked around in horror, and found that the other side of the bed was flat and cold, and only the glutinous rice balls were sleeping at the foot of the bed.

Song Yan took two deep breaths, and his rapid heartbeat slowed down.

The alarm clock set the latest time to wake up, so there was no further delay, so Song Yan hurriedly got out of bed, washed and dressed.

While buttoning up his clothes, he walked down the stairs. After seeing the people sitting in the living room, Song Yan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

His movement was too loud, Sheng Yun had already heard it, and without looking back at him, he said casually, "Get up."

Song Yan nodded subconsciously, thinking that Sheng Yun couldn't see it, but didn't say anything else.

Seeing Sheng Yun, he felt a little embarrassed.

The intense kiss last night that made him feel like a dream was still in front of his eyes, making the roots of his ears feel hot.

Song Yan clearly remembered that later...he suddenly couldn't hold back his emotions, and directly grabbed Sheng Yun's shoulder and cried bitterly while suppressing his voice.

He has suffered countless oppression and grievances this year, but he never showed it on his face, and never showed it.

Even those who bullied him began to think that he was an emotionless machine, a boring glass of boiled water.

It's been a long time, even Song Yan himself felt so, until last night, it seemed that the grievances that had been buried for too long and were too good suddenly burst the embankment.

In the end, even he himself didn't remember how it ended, anyway, the last memory was sobbing endlessly on Sheng Yun's chest, and then he might have fallen asleep.

Obviously, Sheng Yun should have left after he fell asleep, so the other side of the bed was still neat and tidy.

Song Yan touched his nose, not understanding what happened last night.One is that he doesn't understand why Sheng Yun burst out with a sense of aggression all over his body as if stimulated, and the other is that he doesn't understand why he is so sad that he can't stop crying.

The scene is probably quite embarrassing.

Sheng Yun was probably quite speechless.

Song Yan went straight to the Nakajima Terrace and took breakfast from the warming cabinet.

Since he moved in, the chef has prepared two breakfasts, but he has not met the chef yet.

The workmanship is really good.

He brought it to the dining table to eat, and suddenly heard Sheng Yun in the living room say through a partition: "Is there any work arrangement for today?"

Song Yan swallowed the food in his mouth: "Yes."

He took a sip of soy milk and paused for a while: "Sister An said that she has accepted a variety show, the flying guest, which is produced by Xingxiang Media, and I want to talk about the specific situation."

He added: "Did you arrange this variety show?"

Sheng Yun simply replied: "No."

Song Yan was silent and continued to eat.

After 10 minutes to resolve the battle, Song Yan planned to go out.

"Where to talk?" Sheng Yun came behind him, watched him put on his coat, and suggested, "I can see you off."

Song Yan turned his head and saw Sheng Yun's face. Seeing his calm expression, he recalled the embarrassing scene last night. He looked away and shook his head: "No need, Sister An will come to pick me up."

Sheng Yun didn't insist, turned around and went back after saying "be careful on the road".

Song Yan left the villa silently, with Sheng Yun's calm face still in front of him.

It looked as if nothing happened last night.

Song Yan guessed that Sheng Yun should have been frightened too, because after he started crying, Sheng Yun didn't make any further movements, but retreated a little distance, perhaps because he was worried that he had gone too far.

Song Yan shook his head vigorously, trying to get this unpleasant experience out of his mind.

It's really good enough, this is probably being kissed and cried.

At least in Sheng Yun's eyes, he probably thought so.

Can't really explain.

The venue for the negotiation was set at Xingxiang Media, and Song Yan came to the Xingxiang Twin Towers again.

But this time he didn't go up the ordinary passage, but directly entered the VIP elevator.

There were not many people in the elevator, Song Yan and An Yuan stood in the elevator to learn about the specific content of the variety show in advance, until the elevator stopped halfway.

Song Yan looked down at the variety show planning book, and subconsciously took a step back to make room.

"Teacher Song, what a coincidence."

Song Yan raised his head in response: "Designer Zhao?"

There was a bit of surprise in his tone, because Zhao Chi didn't look...in a good state.

It seemed that he hadn't shaved his beard for two days, he had thick dark circles under his eyes, and his complexion was normal. Song Yan recalled that when he greeted him just now, his voice was a little hoarse.

Song Yan asked directly: "Are you... all right?"

Zhao Chi's expression was a little unnatural: "Hey, it's okay, the design ideas are not going well recently, and I haven't slept well under pressure."

Song Yan nodded, with a question mark in his heart.

He wanted to ask about Zhao Chi and his brother's situation, but because An Yuan was on the side, and he felt that caring about other people's love life would lose the sense of boundaries, so he finally didn't ask.

Seeing that Song Yan looked normal, Zhao Chi thought that Sheng Yun hadn't told him about himself and his brother last night, so he felt a little relieved.

He also regretted calling Sheng Yun after drinking, and he regretted it very much after waking up, and he was not sure what he had said to Sheng Yun, and he had been worried since the morning.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't seem to know about it, otherwise...he really didn't know how to explain it.

Zhao Chi forcibly pulled himself together, and asked, "Teacher Song is here to talk about work?"

Song Yan nodded: "Yes, there is variety show cooperation."

Zhao Chi said with a smile: "I also watched Mr. Song's new drama, and I am quite impressed. Now you are also a hot new star. If there is a chance, it would be the best for Orens to cooperate with you."

Song Yan declined a few words, and after finishing his polite words, Zhao Chi also reached the floor and got off the elevator.

When Zhao Chi got off the elevator, An Yuan muttered to the side: "Is this the chief designer of Orens?"

Song Yan: "Yes."

An Yuan was surprised: "Is this the designer who is so troublesome? He looks like he hasn't slept for several nights."

Hearing what An Yuan said, the doubt in Song Yan's heart magnified a little.

Instinctively, he was worried that something was wrong with Song Zhian. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to confirm with his brother, but hesitated again.

If the two were just having an ordinary quarrel...

He shouldn't have actively intervened in their relationship like this.

Thinking of this, Song Yan put this matter behind him for the time being, and dealt with the issue of variety shows first.

One morning passed, and the negotiation was almost settled. A live broadcast travel variety show, as a flying guest, participated in the recording of the first episode. Camping in the forest cabin.

The format is mature and simple, and this variety show has been done for many episodes. Song Yanzhang simply glanced at the proposal and the list of other invited guests, and accepted it without any major problems.

When leaving the Twin Towers of Astrology, An Yuan joked: "Just now you come here to talk about the variety show in person, after a while, you won't have the energy to talk about it."

Song Yan didn't take it seriously: "I still have to keep an eye on the variety show, and I don't feel at ease when I leave it to you."

An Yuan rolled her eyes and started the car: "Is it easy for me to work hard without complaining? I am not only a manager, but also a driver, and I will also be your mother."

Song Yan fastened the seat belt on the co-pilot: "I didn't ask you to hire a driver."

An Yuan sighed: "I don't dare, you live in President Shanda's villa now, how dare I ask someone to drive you there?"

Song Yan inserted the buckle of the seat belt into the slot, and paused when he heard that: "...don't say it so strangely."

"It's not strange, it's not strange." An Yuan said, "You don't need me to pack your luggage for you, right? I'm afraid I won't be able to enter Mr. Sheng's private house."

Song Yan responded, and said casually: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to bring anything?"

An Yuan nodded, and said with a smile: "I really doubt that you can do it? I'm afraid you'll pass out halfway through hiking."

Song Yan sneered: "Yes, you are ready for the helicopter to pick me up."

The recording time was rushed, so Song Yan packed his luggage and prepared to leave that night.

An Yuan didn't come to help him, so he spread the box on the floor by himself and started to worry.

It seems that there is nothing to charge.

He put on the toiletries, and then went through the closet to find some clothes suitable for climbing.

Then found no.

Song Yan remembered that many of his clothes were in his own home, and the clothes Sheng Yun prepared here were not sporty.

Song Yan walked in and out of the cloakroom without noticing that Sheng Yun had come to his door.

"What are you looking for?" Sheng Yun looked at the bed full of clothes and the messy cloakroom, and bluffed, "A mouse has come in."

Song Yan was startled, and said in shock: "Where are there mice?"

He calmed down, seeing Sheng Yun lowering his head and suppressing a smile, he pursed his lips speechlessly: "You are all boring."

Sheng Yun looked up at him, and said calmly, "Am I wrong? You are more destructive than a mouse."

Song Yan: "..."

He looked at the scene in the cloakroom and the bedroom, and said firmly: "I will return to my place."

"No, after you leave, I'll ask the organizer to tidy up." Sheng Yun asked, "Leave tomorrow?"

Song Yan nodded: "The plane in the early morning."

Sheng Yun frowned: "In such a hurry, did the guest run away temporarily to help you put out the fire?"

Song Yan didn't care: "It's all trivial matters. It just so happens that I have a schedule tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I don't have time after that."

Sheng Yun didn't seem to agree, but he didn't pursue it further.

Song Yan stood up and stopped looking: "I don't have any sportswear here, I have to go home."

Sheng Yun thought about it, and it seemed that he really didn't prepare sportswear for him.

"There's no need to go back, I'll make arrangements." Sheng Yun stopped him from going home to get his clothes, "It's so late, go to bed early, don't make trouble."

Song Yan's eyes widened: "Now? Is it too late? I have to leave after five o'clock in the morning."

Sheng Yun clicked his tongue softly, impatient with his questioning: "It's fine to sleep with you."

Although Song Yan had a little doubt about him, but out of his subconscious trust in "money can turn ghosts around", he still slept soundly.

He didn't want to get up until the alarm clock rang in the early morning.

The villa was quiet and dark.

Sheng Yun was obviously not awake yet.

It was 04:30 in the morning, Song Yan walked lightly to avoid waking Sheng Yun up.

When he went downstairs to the first floor, he really saw his suitcases neatly placed in the entrance.

He stepped forward to open the suitcase and found that the inside had been tidied up. Two sets of brand new sportswear were neatly stacked inside, and all the toiletries he packed last night were also taken out, sorted and packed in storage bags.

Song Yan looked at the suitcase and was still.

He raised his head and looked towards the end of the stairs, as if he could see Sheng Yun's closed bedroom door.

Did he tidy it up for himself at night?

Song Yan pursed his lips, closed the suitcase again, and then walked out of the villa gate very lightly.

The night was thick and misty in the early morning, but the air smelled nice.

There is also a moon in the night sky.

Song Yan pulled the suitcase out of the front yard, secured the gate, and turned to look at the villa again.

Every window was pitch black.

However, Song Yan felt inexplicably, as if he could see the things he cared about sleeping in the night.

An Yuan's car was parked not far away, with its lights on.

Song Yan speeded up and walked towards the car, and got into the car wrapped in a chill.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he joined the variety show production team.

After getting off the plane, he received a message from Sheng Yun, which was sent at around seven o'clock in the morning:

[Tangyuan said to let you land to report safety. 】

The accompanying picture is a photo of glutinous rice balls. In the photo, Sheng Yun is probably having breakfast, and the glutinous rice balls are jumping onto the dining table to covet the food in his bowl.

Song Yan couldn't help smiling when he saw this message sent in the tone of glutinous rice balls.

【Tell Tangyuan to treat her father better these days. 】

His hands moved faster than his brain, and he clicked send directly, put away his phone and walked out of the airport.

It wasn't until 10 minutes later that he got into the car that the variety show production team came to pick him up that he suddenly realized what he had sent.

He actually called Sheng Yun Tangyuan's father himself.

This was the name they used before their relationship broke down.

Song Yan pursed her lips tightly, unable to stop her subconscious movements, and it was too late to withdraw now.

Sheng Yun didn't reply to this message, so Song Yan had no choice but to stop thinking about it and focus on the variety show recording.

"Mr. Song, here is our schedule, and the road conditions in Zhou Gushan." Song Yan's follow-up director is a young girl with neat short hair hanging by her ear, and she further connected the specific content with him with a smile, "You Just come here to relax and travel, just be yourself.”

Song Yan returned a polite smile. He always thought that most variety shows had to have performance elements, especially variety show effects, but he obviously didn't.

It would be so easy if you could just be yourself.

Arriving at the hotel at the foot of Zhougu Mountain for a temporary stay, Song Yan had a face-to-face meeting with the guests recorded in the same episode. There were five guests including him, and an amateur mountaineering leader. The guests were all younger artists. , There are many topics to get along with.

Since the trailer was to be recorded and edited for this episode, even though they didn't know each other, every guest seemed familiar and enthusiastic, talking to each other on their own initiative, and the scene seemed very harmonious.

Song Yan just echoed the trend among the crowd, and he knew very well that it was because he was probably really "hot" recently that he could get such treatment.

Especially one of the actors was very enthusiastic about him, but this actor didn't seem to remember that he had worked with him in a play.

But Song Yan was just a small character at that time, so he didn't even pay much attention to him when he greeted him routinely.

The phone vibrated, and Song Yan saw Sheng Yun's WeChat:

【how do you feel. 】

Song Yan twitched the corners of his mouth and replied:

【pretty good. 】

He also wanted to make complaints about "everyone wears a mask in front of the camera", but felt that this was an unspoken rule in the circle. Why didn't Sheng Yun wear a mask in the mall, and he himself was not much better.

So this sentence was not sent out, but it was very good.

The live broadcast will start tomorrow. After everyone arrives, they will first take the car of the production team into the Zhougu Mountain Scenic Area and stay at the hotel at the beginning of the scheduled route.

After night fell, several guests got into an RV and drove into the mountains.

Since assistants are not allowed, everyone boarded the car and headed to the mountains alone.

Song Yan was sitting in the back of the car, and there were two girls beside him. These two had worked together before, so they seemed more familiar than others.

Without a camera, the attitudes of several artists relaxed a lot, and the topics of conversation became more casual.

"Is this show invested by Xingxiang?"

Song Yan heard the girl sitting next to him say.

Another girl responded: "Yeah, there are quite a few people who want to date."

Speaking of astrology, a male artist sitting in front of Song Yan turned around and said with a smile: "Ms. Song is the darling of astrology recently. "Morning Star" is definitely going to be a big hit."

Other artists were also brought up by this topic, blowing Song Yan's rainbow fart for a while.

Song Yan smiled lightly and said nothing.

The male artist in front of him was named Bai Lian, and Song Yan didn't do his homework, so he didn't know what to say to blow Rainbow's fart back.

Seeing that Song Yan just smiled lightly, Bai Lian first turned around with a normal expression, and then the smile disappeared.

What to wear.

He said silently in his heart.

Back then, he wanted to take a bite of the "Morning Star Project", but he didn't expect to have no chance to talk about it. In the end, the person who picked it up turned out to be a person with no background, no background, and a somewhat unclean background.

His family is a family of performers and has his own media company, so he still knows a little about the story of a generation of pornstar Lu He, and he also knows that Song Yan is the romantic debt of the "unknown father".

Bai Lian couldn't help thinking, maybe Song Yan was praised because he was the illegitimate son of a big boss' lover who was Lu He back then. Although the mother's mistress failed to take the position, it doesn't prevent the child from taking advantage of his own father. .

Bai Lian turned to look at the artists in the car, and saw that they were chatting with Song Yan in a fake but warm manner, so she snorted softly.

I am the one with the highest rank and the best background among all the people.

This Song Yan was nothing more than just being hot, and actually stole the attention that should have been from him.

Bai Lian was quite dissatisfied with this, especially worried that even more shots would be given to Song Yan. For this reason, when confirming with the planning director, he specifically asked that he had the most shots, otherwise he would not participate.

Those who want to take advantage of the popularity of this kid surnamed Song, if they know that there are several versions of this new star's life experience, gossip is enough for them to chat for many days, right?

Song Yan sat quietly and listened to everyone's chat. Seeing that the topic gradually left him, he slowly relaxed.

However, not long after relaxing, one of them chatted about gossip:

"I heard that Xingxiang is about to have a president's wife?"

Song Yan was drinking water, and almost spit it out when he heard the words, he forcibly endured it before calming down.

There are also a few people who are quite interested in this gossip, and asked:

"What?"

"Is it Sheng Yun?"

"Who is it? Mrs. President."

The girl who started the gossip said, "I heard about it too, gossip."

Bai Lian chuckled, and interjected: "Is the news accurate? I don't even know."

The girl hurriedly flattered Bai Lian: "Mr. Bai, your news must be the most accurate. Haven't you heard of it? Then maybe what I heard is not reliable."

Bai Lian's family's media company is not small. Although it can't be compared with Xingxiang, it has cooperated with Xingxiang a lot. He can be regarded as the younger brother who follows the big tree to enjoy the shade. He also has many opportunities to meet Sheng Yun on various occasions.

"Yeah, I've never heard of it." Bai Lian stretched out his hand to stroke the expensive watch in his hand, and said proudly, "I haven't heard Mr. Sheng mention it to me."

This said, it seems to imply that the relationship between him and Sheng Yun is not ordinary, and it is already to the extent that he can chat frequently.

The girl repeatedly said: "Ah, what I heard must be false!"

Others chimed in:

"Yeah, I haven't seen Mr. Sheng before."

"I've seen it, I've seen it once from a distance, I can't talk to you hahaha"

"Not worthy, not worthy, we are not worthy, Teacher Bai and Teacher Song must be different."

Song Yan listened quietly, speechless for a while.

Just now when he heard Bai Lian's tone of deep friendship with Sheng Yun, he was already speechless.

Ever since Ding Yiming's incident happened before, Song Yan has never been foolish enough to believe that people say that they have a good relationship with Sheng Yun. Most of them are unilateral. No impression.

This white lotus must be the same.

When I go back, I have to tell Sheng Yun about it, it's a joke.

Just thinking about it, he heard Bai Lianhua say softly:

"Indeed, we still have to ask Mr. Song. Mr. Song is now a new favorite in the astrology. He must know more than me."

Song Yan: "..."

As soon as this sentence came out, Song Yan's head was covered with black lines when he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him again.

If you pretend to be yourself, why do you turn the flames of war on him?

"...I... don't know anything." Song Yan touched his nose, "I can't talk to Mr. Sheng."

Bai Lian smiled in front of him: "Yes."

Everyone stopped looking at Song Yan and talked about other topics before he let out a breath.

It seems that someone really listened to what Sheng Yun said in the online meeting that night.

However, there were probably not many people attending the meeting, and none of them cared about private gossip, so no decent gossip came out.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the car suddenly shook violently, everyone swayed from side to side due to inertia, and there were exclamations in the car one after another.

Bai Lian was the first to say angrily: "What's going on! How did you drive!"

The driver hurriedly explained: "It seems that there is a traffic jam in front, and there is no way."

The staff following the car hurriedly calmed down everyone's emotions. Before the commotion quieted down, they heard a loud noise not far behind the car.

Everyone suddenly became tense, even the driver and staff panicked.

The driver is a local. After thinking about it, he clapped his legs and exclaimed: "Oh, it can't be such a coincidence, can it? Is it a rockfall at this time?"

The staff asked: "What's going on, can I still go?"

The driver said loudly: "It rained heavily a few days ago, and it has been blocked once. It hasn't been long since it was unblocked. It stands to reason that there will be no more rocks falling. Oh, what's wrong with this, I can't go back and forth..."

Bai Lian was the most anxious, and said angrily: "How did your program team investigate? Are you responsible for any safety issues!!"

The commotion in the car became more and more serious, Song Yan frowned and said, "Teacher Bai, please calm down."

Bai Lian turned around and shouted, "Why calm down? Are you responsible for something going wrong?"

Song Yan: "..."

After being vented for no reason, Song Yan didn't bother to say anything, and instead comforted the two girls beside him: "Don't be nervous, don't move in the car."

The staff also began to contact the car behind, and then contacted the relevant responsible departments in the scenic area.

After more than 20 minutes, the news was summarized and concluded that there were several landslides on the mountain road that entered the mountain, which split the motorcade of the program group into several groups. Rescue teams are being contacted, but it will take time.

Now everyone is not calm, the night is already late, the weather is cold and there is no food or drink, and there is a risk of being hit by falling rocks if they stay.

Bai Lian was already full of anger and scolded the staff non-stop. One of the staff was scolded and cried by him.

The artists were all in a bad mood. This state lasted for nearly an hour, but there was still no result. One of the female artists in the car was still recovering from a serious illness, and she couldn't help but suppress her voice and cry.

More than an hour later, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the car, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Everyone looked out of the car window, shocked voices came and went:

"Rescue is here!"

"Helicopter?"

"My God, the helicopters are being used so quickly!"

Even the staff were a little shocked, because according to the news, it would take a while before the rescue team could be contacted to send out a helicopter, and it was impossible to come so early.

Everyone in the car looked out the window eagerly. Song Yan sat still on the car seat, squinting his eyes slightly, looking through the car window at the huge lights shining from the sky in the thick night, and pursed his thin lips.

He held the phone tightly with his fingers, and the screen was slightly bright, on which was the wechat chat box between him and Sheng Yun.

At the bottom of the chat box is the message he sent to Sheng Yun an hour ago.

A real-time location information, plus a message:

[It's dangerous, I'm here. 】

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