I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Lu Jin: "?"

He flamboyantly made a gesture of an arrow in his heart, and his lips trembled slightly: "Brother Sheng, you can't just poke my sore spots when you have a family, is this appropriate?"

Sheng Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him, and his eyes fell on the entrance of the hall. Song Yan was wearing a black dress, with a slender and broad figure. As soon as he entered, he was submerged in the crowd who approached him.

A few months ago, the audition reception for "Morning Star Project" was also held here, and he still remembered that when he just stepped into the hall, he was surrounded by many people like this.

It wasn't until there was a noise from the corner outside the crowd that he saw the figure that seemed to be unfamiliar to him through the gaps in the heads of the people who all wore the same masks in his eyes.

At that time, it was different from now. At that time, Song Yan restrained his sharpness and stood in the corner, as if he was alone in the world, and no one noticed him.

The state of the world has changed very quickly, and in just a few months, everything has changed.

Sheng Yun looked at him from afar, thinking of his feelings when he reunited a few months ago, it was like a needle that had been hidden in his heart for a long time was suddenly picked out, and it had been a long time since there was a dull pain. It was so long that he almost forgot that the needle still existed.

It wasn't until I saw him that I realized that there was still a needle poked there, and it hurt terribly when I moved.

Lu Jin also noticed the commotion in the crowd over there, and said with a smile, "One moment at a time, why do you feel that the most concerned person in this area is Mr. Song?"

Sheng Yun glanced at him: "Shouldn't it be?"

"Yo." Lu Jin had a stunned expression, "Brother Sheng, you are not covering up at all now, at least you should consider the mood of the crowd like me?"

Sheng Yun said lightly: "Whenever I hear less about your recent affairs from others, I will think about the mood of a self-inflicted person like you."

Lu Jin smacked her mouth with a guilty conscience, and quickly changed the subject: "I'm going to have a chat with Teacher Song. I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you want to come together?"

Sheng Yun took a sip of his wine: "No."

Lu Jin coughed twice: "How long have you been pretending that you don't know each other in public?"

Sheng Yun swallowed the wine slowly and remained silent.

He remembered the reunion here a few months ago, and they also pretended not to know each other.

At that time, he rescued Song Yan, and saw that he was thin, and he seemed to be much thinner than when they broke up, even his chin was pointed, and his skin was so fair that it seemed bloodless.

For a period of time after the breakup, he imagined how Song Yan would live, but never once did he think that he would become so weak, as if he would fall if he stretched out his hand and pushed.

why?

It was obviously Song Yanti who broke up, and he should be the one who relieved a heavy burden and got what he wanted.

But now he actually seems to be living a worse life than himself, the kicked person.

Sheng Yun had to admit that at that moment, all his assumptions about his predecessor in the past year were overthrown, and some soft emotions in his subconscious completely overcame his arrogant temper that had refused to bow his head for a long time. The sour feeling even kept churning in my heart.

He took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Song Yan, like before.

Until he saw that Song Yan first avoided his sight, then raised his pale but cold face, and said "I've admired you for a long time" to him.

When Sheng Yun heard the frantically clamoring memories in his heart, he suddenly became silent.

Then he can only do what he wishes, as if he didn't know, never met, and never loved.

The breath of wine in his mouth slowly faded, Sheng Yun pulled his thoughts away from that night a few months ago, and returned to the present.

Song Yan seemed to be finally freed from the crowd, and walked slowly towards him.

Lu Jin stepped forward to meet him, and Sheng Yun walked over leisurely, his eyes slightly meeting Song Yan's.

Song Yan's eyes flickered, as if the quiet spring water was lit by a willow branch, and soon disappeared, only Sheng Yun could notice it.

Sheng Yun raised his chin, and the bit of sourness and bitterness brought out from the memory just now disappeared without a trace.

He stood still in front of Song Yan, unfamiliar and arrogant: "Long time no see, Mr. Song."

Song Yan pursed his lips: "Long time no see."

Lu Jin watched from the side, and laughed uncontrollably, then quickly looked around and whispered: "...Sorry, sorry, you two are really funny."

He didn't say the next sentence.

It's like a little fun.

Sheng Yun hooked the corners of his lips, Song Yan smiled lightly, then lowered his eyes again.

He couldn't help but laugh.

After hearing someone from the media ask that sentence just now, he asked An Yuan to check if there were any suspicious people in the media present, but the conclusion he got was that all of them had official media credentials, and no one was It may be related to Song Jianye's gang.

At that time, An Yuan comforted him in a low voice: "Did you hear wrong? You are too nervous."

During this period of time, she gradually learned about Song Yan's long-hidden secret, and her love for him was beyond words, as if watching her own child suffer.

At the same time, she has also stepped up her public relations efforts, paying special attention to protecting his privacy, and so far there have been no accidents.

But if, as Nan Songyan was worried about, it was the Song family who were behind the scenes, it would be impossible to guard against, after all, they knew too much about the inside story, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't prevent the "own family" from stabbing behind their backs. Make a knife.

Song Yan frowned tightly, and the blood on his face was less: "I really... feel like I heard it."

He pressed his forehead, and gradually began to wonder if he was hallucinating. After all, so many media asked him questions together, and there was no order. How could he hear this sentence so clearly?

If you can hear it yourself, other media will naturally hear it. Isn't there anyone interested in this issue?

He couldn't let go of this matter in his heart, so he entered the hall with such worry, but the people who greeted him were not unusual, and everything seemed to be thinking too much.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Jin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "I've been in a trance."

Song Yan came back to his senses, only to realize that he was in a daze for a while, completely oblivious to what Sheng Yun and Lu Jin said in front of him.

Looking up, although Sheng Yun didn't speak, he looked at him with some doubts.

"It's okay." Song Yan had to be perfunctory for the time being, "I'm just thinking... isn't it going to be broadcast live later, I'm still thinking about my speech."

"Harmful." Lu Jin smiled and said, "You can say whatever you want. The fans who watch the live broadcast are basically fans of the show and you. You don't need to have any psychological pressure."

Song Yan smiled lightly and said nothing more.

Sheng Yun took a deep look at him, and the faint worry in his brows did not dissipate until he was distracted by the people who came up to greet him.

Song Yan temporarily said goodbye to the two of them, and went to prepare for the live broadcast of the thank-you banquet tonight.

The live broadcast room officially started at [-]:[-] p.m., and millions of viewers poured in in just a few minutes. Several times, it got stuck because too many people wanted to come in, forcing the official to post several Weibo to remind everyone to change the line in time .

The live broadcast room was bustling with crowds, and it reached its first peak when Song Yan came out to say thank you.

Song Yan stood on the big stage at the scene of the thank-you banquet, and dozens of large round tables were seated one by one below the stage. The bustling seats were full of people, and the lights and eyes were all cast on the new star in the center of the stage.

An Yuan sat under the stage with a mobile phone in his hand, listening to Song Yan's speech with his ears pricked up.

In addition to the cheering words in the same format that filled the screen in the barrage of the live broadcast room, there were also all kinds of compliments, all 360 degrees.

An Yuan watched with a smile on her face, until the second half of Song Yan's thank you speech, the corners of her mouth froze slightly.

[Just came back from the hot search, Song Yan is Lu He's son? 】

[The illegitimate child of the third child, get out of the entertainment industry, please]

[Understood, no wonder the position is so fast, someone takes care of it]

[You are responsible for spreading rumors, thank you, why don't you just open your mouth? 】

[@室管, don’t care about spreading rumors? ? 】

[There is ironclad evidence, okay, can it be true that the mother and son look so similar? 】

[Family, I went to see the trending search, and I was a little shaken...]

An Yuan's face turned pale instantly.

Her index finger trembled slightly, and quickly cut to the hot search.

#Song Yanluhe#

This hot search ranked first, followed by the word "explosive".

An Yuan only felt a sudden blur in front of her eyes.

She shook her hand and clicked in, and the caliber of the big marketing accounts was basically the same:

"Shocking melon, the newcomer Song Yan is the son of a generation of porn star Lu He?"

"Let me give you some popular science about Luhe. She became popular with her sexy style back then. She has a very bad style. It is said that she has slept in the beds of countless big bosses. She even gave birth to a child who doesn't know who her real father is..."

"Eat melons, so masturbation became popular so quickly because of the bonuses of many 'godfathers'? This is the public son of the funders... That is really unfair to other actors with clean backgrounds..."

The room management in the live broadcast room had already begun to silence the conversation, but they couldn't help it at all, and there were still densely packed questioning barrages brushing up wave after wave.

An Yuan got up and walked quickly to the side of the stage, and after Song Yan finished speaking and left the stage, he quickly escorted him to the exclusive lounge.

Song Yan was still a little unclear at the beginning, so he only took a look at the live broadcast room under An Yuan's gesture and immediately understood.

There were a lot of people around, but Song Yan felt that a layer of cloth was covering his ears, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

He heard An Yuan screaming into the phone: "Notify Xingxiang that the media without a pass are now blocking the hotel in large numbers, and ask them to send more people to maintain order!"

"Where do we go if we delay further? What if there is a car chase accident? We must evacuate!"

"If it doesn't work, call the police! Call the police!"

An Yuan hugged Song Yan, and retreated backstage under the escort of his assistants, while eagerly contacting the person in charge of the hotel: "We are leaving now, is there an exit that can guarantee that no media will know..."

The mobile phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and Song Yan picked it up as if waking up from a dream, and heard Sheng Yun's voice passing through the noisy crowd, and said in his ear: "I will leave from the hotel gate immediately, if you want, I will pick you up Walk."

Song Yan wanted to say no, he wanted to say that this basin of dirty water would pour on him like a torrential rain, and he didn't want to bear it with him alone.

When he knew that this day finally came, the first thing he thought about was not what he was going to face, but what to do with Sheng Yun, and what kind of pointers Sheng Yun would carry on his back, just like what Lu Zhinan said to him back then of--

"Stop causing trouble to others."

Song Yan thought.

I love you, how can I let you be with me.

But his throat seemed to be restrained by something, and he could hardly breathe, let alone speak.

Then, he heard Sheng Yun's calm and firm voice coming from the phone:

"There is a sentence I have always wanted to say, and I have wanted to say it from the beginning to the end."

"You pushed me away without my permission before, and I don't want that to happen again."

"Let me face it with you."

These plain words were like a hammer, hitting Song Yan's fragile eardrum one after another.

He put down the phone, and heard An Yuan say to him with red eyes: "Let's go through the delivery aisle that the hotel usually does not enter the guests, there is no media guarding there..."

Song Yan stopped in his tracks, and smiled very lightly, as if something on his pale mask shattered in an instant.

"I dont go."

An Yuan didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Song Yan repeated: "I'm not going to the delivery lane."

At this moment, he saw two roads in front of him, one leading to the abyss covered in sewage, and the other leading to his lover.

He turned around and slightly raised his razor-like chin: "Go through the main entrance."

Someone was waiting for him there.

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