I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

The crowd was turbulent and churning.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was as lively as Chinese New Year, and at the same time, this topic also rushed into the trending searches.

#Overlord literature shines into reality#

The popularity of this topic has even surpassed the ceremony itself. After the awards ceremony started, people's attention still lingered on this topic for a long time.

Afterwards, the hot search charts competed for novelty, and I appeared on the stage after you sang, and it became lively.

Song Yan sat under the stage, An Yuan whispered the procedure next to him, waiting for him to go on the red carpet.

The host's voice echoed through the microphone throughout the huge ceremony hall on the cruise ship:

"The Most Potential Phenomenal Play of the Year-"Morning Star Project"!"

Lu Jin got up from the front row, turned to look at Song Yan and Zhou Chun who was sitting beside him, and threw a wink.

The host began to read the award speech aloud: "...The discussion of "Morning Star Project" has reached an almost phenomenal level, and the unedited version has extended the meaning of this drama beyond the drama. , the impetuousness was swept away, and everything returned to acting skills and drama production itself..."

【Little Morning Star deserves its name! ! 】

[Little morning star rushes! 】

【This award speech speaks my heart】

[I hope there will be more good dramas like this in the future, and less money-making bad dramas]

【A good drama will never be buried】

【A good drama will never be buried】

Standing on the stage, Song Yan felt the heat from the spotlight on his body, and his vision was blurred for a moment by the light.

He remembered that he had seen such an awards ceremony a long time ago, but he was not on the stage at that time, he was still on the sofa in his small apartment.

Sheng Yun sat beside him and held him in his arms. The lights in the living room were not turned on, only the flickering light on the TV shone on the two of them.

The back of Song Yan's head was resting on Sheng Yun's chest, his eyes were looking at the TV, and the light in the TV flickered in his eyes.

Sheng Yun stuffed a strawberry into Song Yan's mouth, saw that he opened his mouth to accept it obediently, and said with a smile: "You look so serious?"

Song Yan chewed the strawberries, and raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the words: "...No, just take a look."

Sheng Yun didn't say anything else, he lowered his head and rested his chin on top of Song Yan's head.

"Hiss..." Song Yan tilted his head, "It hurts."

He glanced at Sheng Yun's chin: "The bones are really hard."

Sheng Yun chuckled lightly: "It's not hard."

Song Yan paused, hearing the colorful subtext in his words, and shut up.

Sheng Yun didn't continue this topic, but just looked at the picture on the TV, and said for a while: "Maybe you will stand up in the future."

Song Yan was silent, and his eyes were a little empty.

"……Will not."

He remembered whispering it at the end.

As time passed, Song Yan opened his eyes again, and saw the crowd applauding. Many of the faces were people who had seen it before at such a grand ceremony, and this time their applause rang out for him.

He couldn't see so many faces, and finally he seemed to see Lu Zhinan's smile among the many faces.

Song Yan suddenly thought, his mother must have stood on such a big stage once.

What was she thinking when she stood on the stage?Do you feel that your acting career is bright, that your efforts have been recognized, or do you know that under the sanctimonious masks of the people in the audience, there are dirty and dirty sneers?

She must have heard it, she heard people say behind her back, that she was coquettish, that she rose to power by unspoken rules, that sooner or later she would become a canary for some money maker.

You must have heard it, and you will wish to bury yourself in the future life.

It also buried the dreams and lives of children of unknown origin.

The host began to announce the award presenters, Song Yan suddenly heard the word "Sheng Yun", and immediately returned to his senses.

Sheng...

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Sheng Yun must have proposed it on his own initiative, otherwise he wouldn't have to work hard for him.

Zhou Chun, who was standing beside him, also turned his head and glanced at him in surprise, trying to exchange glances with him.

Song Yan turned his head to respond to her gaze, but his mood remained in a state of being too shocked to move.

He looked to the side of the stage and saw the tall man buttoning up the hem of his suit and walking towards the light.

Dazzling lights and flickering lights came from behind Sheng Yun through the air and fell into Song Yan's eyes, but it seemed that everything except him was dim.

He watched as Sheng Yun presented the award to Lu Jin first, then to Zhou Chun, and finally to himself.

When the light in front of him dimmed, Sheng Yun stood still in front of him, his expression was still official-like indifferent, but Song Yan raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and saw something different from the eyes as deep as a cold pool s things.

He stretched out his hand, and his little finger unconsciously touched Sheng Yun's hand holding the trophy. He even felt that he had touched the ring that Sheng Yun had properly worn on his ring finger, and the cool touch fell straight into his heart.

Sheng Yun opened his mouth lightly, and said a few words amidst the uproar.

Song Yan couldn't hear clearly, his ears were filled with the music reverberating in the hall and continuous applause, but he understood Sheng Yun's mouth shape.

"congratulations."

congratulate.

Song Yan suddenly felt that Sheng Yun was probably the heaviest person when he said these words.

He pursed his lips, smiled shallowly, and a few lines of barrage floated in his heart.

In order to present this award to him, he insisted on being an award presenter.

My mind is still playing a lot.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is a bit off at this time:

[Fuck, two handsome guys stand together, who knows. 】

【It’s not me who said, it’s not illegal for me to take a sip】

[Handsome and rich boss?? An entertainer with a good face, this...]

[Although I don't smoke, but the two of them stand together, it is true that there is a sense of CP...]

[Bie Lalang is matched, and there is no interaction, can you all have sex? 】

【It’s okay to have a face, it’s not against the law】

[Agreed, who doesn't like to look at handsome guys, please don't meddle in other people's business, thank you]

Until Song Yan returned to the audience, the live broadcast room was still full of discussions about him and Sheng Yun. He didn't know what was going on in the live broadcast room at this time, but saw An Yuan looking at the phone and giggling from a distance, and he couldn't help but feel that he was still in the live broadcast room. I don't know what I'm laughing at.

After the awards ceremony, it was free social time on the cruise.

Song Yan was slightly relieved after leaving the live broadcast camera.

An Yuan followed and took a look at his makeup: "Fortunately, you don't need to make up, your skin is in good condition recently."

She winked: "As expected, it is nourished by love."

"Tsk." Song Yan narrowed his eyes and reminded her, "Don't talk nonsense, there are so many people here."

An Yuan put his index finger on his lips to express that he would stop talking, but after a while he couldn't help muttering: "Mr. Sheng has made it public, and you still keep it a secret?"

Song Yan laughed speechlessly, and looked at her: "Sister An, since when did you become his side? Didn't you tell me not to make it public when I was with him last year?"

An Yuan is confident and confident: "This moment, that moment, can it be compared with last year?"

She paused, and waited for the two of them to leave the place where the crowd gathered before continuing: "I was right at the time, but you broke up later. I always felt unstable with outsiders. What about him?"

Song Yan smiled: "Is it stable with him?"

An Yuan nodded vigorously: "What is Mr. Sheng's identity? He can protect you and bring you more..."

In the middle of her speech, she paused slightly.

Song Yan turned his head to look at her, and seeing him looking at him tentatively, he seemed a little uneasy, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I won't think too much about it."

Everyone would feel that Sheng Yun would bring him resources and protection, and would be the backing for his future acting career.

This was originally true.

It's just that some people may develop in a dirty direction.

An Yuan sighed slightly: "...Actually...you are just in an aboveboard love relationship, but it will be magnified in the circle."

Song Yan didn't deny it, but said: "But I chose not to make it public because of this."

He would not punish himself and Sheng Yun for other people's gossip, what really made him hesitate was the unexploded time bomb.

An Yuan nodded, half understanding, and didn't say anything else.

The cruise ship is bustling and full of stars.

In Song Yan's view, the social session was very boring, but An Yuan was quite interested.

Of course, others are more interested.

Song Yan wanted to hide in a place where no one was paying attention, but found that it was not feasible at all. No matter where he went, there were concerned eyes on him, and those who felt that they could say a few words stepped forward to him without hesitation. get in a word.

Although Song Yan didn't like to socialize with people, he wasn't the type to be deliberately cold-faced when others came up to talk to him, so he had no choice but to put on a business-like smile to greet him.

The topic was a rainbow fart, which was nothing new, and he actually felt a little tired of hearing it.

He didn't feel happy or even ecstatic when he heard anyone's praise. If this was the case, then people's endless wanton slander would have crushed him.

A long time ago, he has learned not to change his emotions for the praise or belittling of others. For him, this is more like an instinctive self-protection mechanism.

I don't know who mentioned it first, but the topic all focused on Sheng Yun's explosive news.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious about who Mr. Sheng is."

"Me too haha, I've been thinking about it tonight."

"I've never heard of the wind before, it's so sudden."

When Song Yan heard the topic turned to this, a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, and the champagne glass in his hand flickered slightly, but it was quickly covered up.

Someone turned to Song Yan, casually said with a smile: "Does Teacher Song know any news?"

Another person echoed: "Yes, Mr. Song is also a big celebrity in astrology now, maybe he knows some gossip."

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and smiled.

"Oh, what are you asking nonsense, even if Mr. Song knows it, it is impossible to say it, can I still tell you?"

"Yo yo yo, you really don't give people face, you..."

The people around were chatting and laughing. Song Yan stood in the crowd and didn't hear a few words.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the depths of the cruise ship's deck, where he could see the night sea.

He suddenly subconsciously thought, it must be nice if he could kiss Sheng Yun there.

As soon as this idea came up, he was taken aback by himself.

Was it some strange way of thinking that was infected by Sheng Yun?How dare he make such a cheeky and shameless imagination.

This group of people naturally dispersed after talking and laughing, and Song Yancai finally had time to catch his breath.

He turned and walked away. Not far away, An Yuan was also chatting with some agents. When he saw him coming, he made an excuse to leave and came to him.

"Look at your face," An Yuan joked, "Would it be killing you to ask you to chat more with strangers?"

Song Yan lost the strength to fake a perfunctory smile, lowered his eyelids and said, "My face is frozen from laughing, I'm exhausted."

An Yuan said: "Where is this? And why are you smiling? Even the almost invisible arc of your lips is considered a smile? That is to say, you are born with a bony and indifferent face, and no one else will do it much." What are you thinking, or word of mouth will soon spread the word that you are playing big names."

Song Yan didn't like to hear such words: "...I don't care what they say."

An Yuan: "I don't care anymore, don't you still care if your word of mouth will affect Mr. Sheng?"

When Sheng Yun was mentioned, Song Yan's expression softened as expected, and the eagerness that he wished to meet everyone and show his pricks indifferently just now disappeared.

An Yuan saw it in his eyes, and shook his head helplessly: "You, he really grabbed your weakness."

Song Yan was noncommittal and did not refute.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang. It was a message from Zhou Chun, inviting him to the small lounge on the deck.

All the core guests will be arranged there tonight, and ordinary people should not be able to go there.

Song Yan knew it well, if he guessed correctly, it should be Lu Jin who sent a message to invite Zhou Chun and himself to go. Now, except for celebrities or fashion circles who are closely related to astrology, no one else should get involved there.

He said to An Yuan, and went to the deck alone.

The wind was strong at sea, but the weather was getting warmer during this period of time, so it didn't seem too cold. Although it was a bit biting to hang down on the face, it felt like blowing away the irritability that had grown up in the hot atmosphere all night.

Before he reached the lounge, he happened to see Zhou Chun coming up, and the two walked there together.

"Teacher Song, are you curious too?" Zhou Chun's eyes were bright, and Song Yan could tell she was going to gossip, "I just saw Weibo, and everyone was discussing who is Mr. Sheng's family. "

Song Yan choked suddenly and coughed repeatedly.

Zhou Chun said in surprise, "Oh, are you all right?"

Song Yan waved his hand, and said after slowing down, "It's nothing, I was choked by the wind."

Zhou Chun's train of thought was taken astray, and he muttered, "The wind...the wind isn't too strong..."

Song Yan forced himself to look more natural, picked up his phone, and as expected, he saw a hot search related to Sheng Yun's relationship on the hot search.

Unexpectedly, he originally thought that what he made public would attract attention because of the artist effect, but he didn't expect that the influence of Sheng Yun's publicity was even greater than he imagined.

When the two came to the lounge, Lu Jin greeted him first, Song Yan heard him say a few words, and saw Sheng Yun's back from the corner of his eye.

His eyes were fixed, and he saw that Sheng Yun was talking with a few people he didn't know, and they looked quite familiar.

Lu Jin was very colorful. Seeing that Song Yan's eyes were always drifting towards Sheng Yun, he immediately said, "There are a few childhood friends of Brother Sheng over there. Two of them just came back from abroad. Gu Ling is also here, you Do you know Gu Ling?"

Song Yan thought about it for a while, and remembered the "big brother" who had a rouge mole under his eyes and a face like a vixen.

Sure enough, this face is still unforgettable.

Lu Jin led Song Yan to go there, and he followed, and heard Sheng Yun's voice coming from a distance with the sea breeze: "Don't drink."

Others joked with a smile: "Why, I'm afraid that the family member will be unhappy, the family status is a bit low."

Song Yan had almost come behind Sheng Yun, but Sheng Yun didn't notice it, and Song Yan was suddenly a little interested in how he would answer this topic, so he deliberately took his steps lightly.

Sheng Yun obviously had a few drinks and was slightly tipsy. He sat loosely on the chair, the goblet was shaking slightly between his slender fingers.

Hearing the ridicule from his friends, he just smiled lightly, obviously not admitting it.

Song Yan then heard his voice hoarse, with a hint of wantonness and satisfaction in his drunken tone:

"I'm afraid that if I go back late, the kitten at home will miss me and cry."

Several young men present immediately started booing, but it was Gu Ling who raised his eyebrows and spotted Song Yan who was standing behind Sheng Yun, and immediately put on an expression that he was watching the show and was not busy with other things:

"Xiao Song is here?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Sheng Yun's loose back, watching his shoulders slowly froze visibly to the naked eye.

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