I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan's expression was so serious that Sheng Yun didn't know how to react for a moment.

He stretched out his index finger stiffly to touch Song Yan's lips: "...Do you want everyone next door to hear that someone is with you?"

Song Yan: "..."

He pursed his lips and said awkwardly, "I forgot."

When you are in a hurry, how can you remember whether the sound insulation here is good or not.

Sheng Yun stepped back a few steps, looking very uncomfortable: "...I don't have a fever, my voice is hoarse because there are too many things tonight and too many words."

Song Yan didn't believe it, he believed in his ten-second temperature test method.

He still wanted to refute his conclusion, when he suddenly heard someone passing by the door, and the sound of footsteps came through the door clearly.

Song Yan suddenly fell silent, realizing that the sound insulation here is really bad.

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yan lowered his voice and said softly, "Even if you don't have a fever, you must be tired."

He lowered his eyes, feeling a little guilty: "I find that I've been bothering you a lot lately."

Sheng Yun chuckled lightly, and his tone was vague: "Then do you agree with me?"

Song Yan: "?"

He suddenly felt that his ears were blind.

Sheng Yun coughed dryly and realized that something was wrong with him, so he took two deep breaths and said in a deep voice, "I'm just kidding, don't worry about it."

Song Yan's ears became hot and he stopped talking.

Sheng Yun looked down at him, and once again realized that the kitten didn't seem to know what to do and what not to do.

For example, what to do will make him uncontrollably distracted.

After falling in love once and breaking up for a year, Song Yan is still not enlightened in this regard.

He even wondered if his speed was too slow, should he progress faster and have a tougher attitude?

Otherwise, I'm afraid I have to wait until the end of time.

After Sheng Yun adjusted his disobedient physical condition, he said in a low voice: "I just came to see and make sure you're okay. I'll go first."

Voice is still a little hoarse.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, and seemed to notice something during these few seconds, so he didn't speak any more, just nodded.

"By the way." Before Sheng Yun left, he turned around and added, "That Bai Lian, what did you say to you tonight?"

Song Yan was startled: "It's just for that intern..."

Sheng Yun interrupted him: "No, what is that sentence he only let you hear?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

Sheng Yun looked at him silently for a while, without further questioning, turned around and said, "I see."

Song Yan raised his head suddenly, he subconsciously felt that Sheng Yun might really understand.

After all, there is only one scar in my heart that only a few people know about, and the most unacceptable scar in my heart.

The two seemed to have reached a tacit agreement, and neither of them mentioned the scar.

But everyone knows that it is there, and it hurts from time to time.

Sheng Yun opened the door and left a sentence: "Good night."

Song Yan stood where he was, watching Sheng Yun leave.

After standing there for a while, he remembered that he forgot to say good night to Sheng Yun.

He picked up his phone and clicked on Sheng Yun's WeChat.

After typing the word "good night", he felt that it was a bit too rusty and polite, as if it was so polite.

He flipped through the conversation between himself and Sheng Yun:

"Ok."

……

"Ah."

"Thank you"

……

"understood"

Song Yan: "..."

It's also too official.

How unfamiliar do you have to be to use such polite terms?

However, although the tone is polite, the content is not usually posted between unfamiliar people. It always involves how to go home, eating and drinking glutinous rice balls and so on.

The so-called saying the most intimate words in the most unfamiliar tone is as awkward as it is.

Thinking of this, he decided not to send this good night at all, so as not to add to the unfamiliarity of the wechat chat between the two of them.

Song Yan lived here for three days, and the program was re-recorded and broadcast.

But the guests changed, and Bai Lian was quietly persuaded to leave.Song Yan was a little surprised when he heard the news, but after hearing An Yuan's suggestion from Sheng Yun, he felt quite normal again.

According to An Yuan, when Sheng Yun ordered Bai Lian to quit, he used one sentence: "He likes to drive away the staff so much, let him also taste the feeling of being driven away."

When Song Yan heard this sentence, he silently lit a candle for Bai Lian in his heart.

He believed that Sheng Yun was really venting his anger for that intern, not for himself.

In many cases, Sheng Yun seemed to have exactly the same position and attitude as him, which made him feel that even if he and Sheng Yun could not become lovers, they would still be very good friends.

friend……

Song Yan pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that his state of mind was completely different from a few months ago.

At that time, he really felt that it would be good to be friends with this ex-boyfriend, but now he felt that just being friends would be something that would make him depressed for several months to adjust his depression.

The live broadcast of this variety show lasted three hours, and the edited program was broadcast at night. The popularity reached a new high since the program was broadcast, and the topics followed one after another, most of which were related to Song Yan.

On the way back to Nanzhou after the show, An Yuan sent him the statistics of this show. He roughly glanced at the number of followers and popular Weibo content, and then carefully checked all the related topic lists.

Seeing the last one, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head.

"What's wrong?" An Yuan asked, "What are you looking for?"

Song Yan shook his head, and said vaguely: "No... just to see if there are any black hot searches."

An Yuan didn't take it seriously: "Of course not, you've been so popular recently, who would dare to blackmail you."

He frowned and reminded: "I always feel that I can't relax too much, especially..."

He didn't continue what he said, but An Yuan roughly understood what he meant, and nodded, with a serious tone: "Don't worry, especially your old opponent Ding Yiming, I'm watching."

After An Yuan finished speaking, he smiled again: "But Boss Sheng is also looking at it for you. You think I can get these data out by myself? Boss Sheng has arranged a special public relations team for you."

Song Yan was taken aback: "He arranged?"

An Yuan nodded: "Yes, although you didn't sign a contract with Xingxiang Media, but he really put his heart into it."

Song Yan asked: "When was it arranged?"

An Yuan thought for a while: "...just last week."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Judging from the time, it was probably after he told Sheng Yun about his mother.

He knew that with the sources of information that Sheng Yun could have, he must have figured out who "Lu He" was, what his story was, and his own background.

But Sheng Yun's attitude was the same as before, never mentioning related matters to himself, and privately arranged for public relations personnel to watch for possible "revealing news" on his behalf.

Obviously, Sheng Yun didn't want to see Song Yan's "stain" exposed wantonly, of course because he was afraid that he would be hurt, and at the same time, he knew that he was powerless to change this matter, so he could only try his best to cover it up for him.

At the same time, this matter has become a sore point between him and Song Yan, who is unwilling or afraid to mention it.

Song Yan is not stupid, he can feel it slowly.

Sheng Yun didn't give up on him, didn't stay away from him, and wanted to struggle.

He also wanted to use his power and skill to suppress this matter, making it an unknown secret forever.

But Song Yan didn't feel relieved because of this, on the contrary, he felt that something heavier was slowly pressing down.

He looked out of the car window, and suddenly said in a low voice, "What should I do if I still can't hold back after working so hard?"

An Yuan was reading the news, and asked casually after hearing the words, "What?"

Song Yan looked at the sky outside the car window, it was gloomy, it was always like this during this time, when the sun shone for a while, it became gloomy again.

"If there is no heavy rain, these dark clouds will not disperse." Song Yan said softly, as if commenting on the weather in a normal tone, "It will always be on the head, which makes people panic. Pretend, sooner or later this torrential rain will really fall, and these illusions will naturally be washed away."

An Yuan listened, paused, then turned to look at him.

Song Yan noticed her gaze, put away his depressed mood, and didn't want her to notice what he was thinking, so he said perfunctorily, "What's wrong? I just said it casually."

An Yuan was amazed: "It's amazing, it even rhymes, should I contact you for a rap show?"

Song Yan: "..."

He thought back to what he had just said.

It really does rhyme.

His thin lips were pursed into a line, extremely speechless, and he had no interest in hurting the spring and autumn.

He turned his head to look out the window, speechless: "Thank you."

An Yuan directly sent Song Yan back to Sheng Yun's villa.

It was already dark when we arrived, and Song Yan was a little worried that it would not be safe for An Yuan to go home alone, An Yuan saw his worry and said, "It's okay, then who will come out to pick me up, I'll get out of the car and go back with him .”

An Yuan is an unmarriage advocate, but she has always had a regular boyfriend, but Song Yan has never seen her.

On this point, An Yuan made a very clear distinction between public and private, even her boyfriend was unwilling to let him get close to Song Yan, lest it would cause inconvenience to Song Yan's acting work.

When Song Yan heard the words, he didn't ask any more questions.

From the elevator in the basement to the third floor, Song Yan didn't put any luggage, so he went to the cat's room to look at the glutinous rice balls.

When Tangyuan lived here, there was a housekeeper who was responsible for feeding and playing with him every day, so even if he went out to work, he didn't have to worry about the loneliness of Tangyuan at home and no one to take care of him.

When he came to the cat room, Song Yan found that she was not here.

He searched around on the third floor, but couldn't find anyone, and then went upstairs to his bedroom, but couldn't find anyone.

Song Yan was a little panicked after searching back and forth but did not see Tangyuan.

In normal times, when she came back from the outside, she would greet her immediately with her tail raised high. There had never been a situation where she hadn't found it after searching for so long.

He raised his voice and called twice, but there was no response.

Song Yan panicked now, and looked for the last place he hadn't gone yet.

When he came to the door of Sheng Yun's room, he saw that the door was closed, and there was only a crack left, revealing the faint light in the bedroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

No one responded, Song Yan thought for a while, but in the end he didn't push the door directly to go in, and knocked again.

It's so late, if Sheng Yun didn't work overtime, he should be at home.

What's more, the door was open and the lights were on.

He remembered that when he went home tonight, he didn't tell Sheng Yun in advance. Sheng Yun didn't know when he would come back from the variety show group.

Is it...

Song Yan frowned slowly, her heart beating faster and faster.

His hands didn't work anymore, and he pushed the door open without the permission of his brain.

At this moment, the door was also pulled open from the inside.

Sheng Yun was wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, the neckline was opened indifferently, and he stood inside the door and asked, "Are you back?"

Song Yan's hand was still in the posture of pushing the door, and when he suddenly saw Sheng Yun appearing in front of him, he was stunned.

This bathrobe perfectly outlines Sheng Yun's wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the material of the clothes is close to the muscle line, which immediately pulled out some memories buried deep in Song Yan's memory.

He moved his gaze away in a panic, and then found that his gaze was downward, as if it had fallen to some place that should not be looked at, even through a layer of bathrobe material, it made his cheeks flush immediately.

"That..." He fixed his eyes on the safest place again, staring at Sheng Yun's face, and his speech was a bit difficult, "Do you have the glutinous rice balls? I haven't found them after searching for a long time."

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending not to notice the strangeness in his expression, and stepped aside: "Here."

Song Yan probed in, and sure enough, he saw Tang Yuan lying comfortably on Sheng Yun's big bed, still in the middle.

Seeing Song Yan, Tangyuan raised her head to look at him, and wagged her tail as a greeting.

But the plump body remained motionless.

Song Yan: "..."

This is probably for nothing.

It's only been a few days, and I've only been out for a few days, and let this girl and Sheng Yun be alone for a few days, and she just went to sleep on Sheng Yun's bed? ?

Song Yan was very unconvinced. He could tolerate Tangyuan sleeping with Sheng Yun occasionally, but he couldn't allow himself to see her in Sheng Yun's room just after returning from a business trip.

In the past few days in the program group, he has always missed Tangyuan's furry body and the little snoring sound when he sleeps. Without her, he will definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

Thinking of this, Song Yan walked in angrily and scooped up the glutinous rice balls.

"You want to take her back?" Seeing him coming in, Sheng Yun closed the door casually and said with a smile, "She has been sleeping with me for the past few days, and she still barked when I sent her to your room. willing."

Song Yan's hand touching the cat's head paused: "..."

Song Yan turned his head to look at Sheng Yun, avoiding the exposed collarbone and chest between his collars, with a bit of hostility in his eyes: "What are you showing off?"

Sheng Yun: "..."

He chuckled: "No, it's just an objective description."

Song Yan was very unconvinced: "The description is good, don't describe it next time."

He picked up the cat and wanted to go out the door. He stopped and added a sentence after thinking about it, trying to regain some of the lost face: "It's just because I'm not at home. If I was, she wouldn't come to you."

Sheng Yun couldn't help laughing, followed him and said, "Got it."

Song Yan hugged the cat with one hand, and pulled the doorknob with the other.

One click, no pull.The door stood still, as if locked from the outside.

He paused, tried a little harder, but still didn't pull.

He panicked a little, changed the angle, but still didn't pull.

Song Yan turned back suddenly, looked at Sheng Yun, and said in horror: "What's the matter with you?!"

What's worse, he found that Sheng Yun's expression was a little unnatural at this time.

Sheng Yun's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and his tone was a little awkward: "...the door is broken, and it can't be opened when it is closed. The housekeeper reminded me today, so I..."

He cleared his throat, and in order to prove that he was not lying, he added, "Didn't I just close the door when you came here?"

Song Yan was shocked, he let go of his hand, Tang Yuan took the opportunity to jump down, and jumped back on the bed.

Song Yan's voice trembled: "...then what should we do?"

Sheng Yun sighed: "Tomorrow the butler will come and unlock the lock from the outside."

Song Yan was shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.

He suddenly realized something, and asked without hope: "Does the housekeeper work at night?"

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and then looked a little embarrassed: "You can find him, but it's so late..."

For a moment, Song Yan couldn't tell whether the embarrassment on Sheng Yun's face was genuine or fake, so he said dejectedly: "Forget it, it's too late."

He silently looked at the KingSize double bed room in the room, and then realized that he hadn't showered or changed into pajamas.

It's impossible not to take a shower for a long day's journey, it's too uncomfortable.

Song Yan bit the bullet and said, "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

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