I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

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These two different punctuation marks kept rolling before Song Yan's eyes.

"You and I……?"

He spoke softly, and due to a bit of excessive shock, he didn't say what he wanted to express for a long time.

Sheng Yun admired his blushing ears and cheeks a little, and let go of him contentedly.

Song Yan sat down on the chair beside him, looked at the dinner plate being pushed in front of him, and fell into speechlessness.

At this moment, he wanted to understand why Sheng Yun asked this question.

So the question is, should I blame An Yuan for the physical and even spiritual harm I suffered last night, or this dog man?

Song Yan couldn't figure it out, and didn't have the energy to think about it for a while, so he just drooped his eyelids and ate one after another.

Needless to say, the fried dishes are quite delicious.

When he was on the set, he usually controlled his diet, so he ate relatively restrained and insipid in the past two months. His appetite recovered in the past few days, and he suddenly felt that the sweet and sour pork was quite delicious.

He swallowed a mouthful of soup bibimbap and asked, "Did you make this?"

Sheng Yun was replying to work news, he nodded when he heard the words, and simply said: "Yes."

Seeing that he answered so simply, Song Yan was a little skeptical.

"Really?" Song Yan asked back, "You did it yourself?"

Sheng Yun finished replying to the message he was replying, and turned his head to look at him after a few seconds, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? I wouldn't lie about this kind of thing, would I?"

Song Yan was noncommittal, thought for a while and said, "Last year, when you were still living in my house, did you secretly ask the cleaner or the chef to come to work in my house, and then pretended that you did it?"

Sheng Yun's expression froze slightly.

Seeing his reaction, Song Yan knew what he was doing, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "I knew it."

During the few months when they lived together, Song Yan would often run outside, and Sheng Yun volunteered to take care of many things at home.

Song Yan has low requirements for food, and Sheng Yun also follows him. The two of them seldom start a fight, and most of them eat off-the-shelf food, but every time Song Yan comes back from a business trip for two or three days, Sheng Yun will prepare a few exquisite home-cooked dishes dishes, and insisted that he followed the recipe.

In addition, including the housework at home, it is also clean and tidy, as if he is Mr. Snail.

At the beginning, Song Yan felt suspicious. After all, Sheng Yun was a nobleman from head to toe, not like the kind of man who could go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, but he didn't think much about it.

Thinking about it now, it was obvious that he had used his banknote ability when he was not at home.

Sheng Yun didn't have much memory of this incident, and he didn't expect Song Yan to recall such old events.

"Why, what I cook isn't delicious?" Sheng Yun threw back the question and said with a smile, "Then I'm the chef from last year..."

"Stop." Song Yan held a tenderloin in his mouth, "Everything is boring."

Sheng Yun smiled and put the matter over, Song Yan had almost finished his meal, and squinted at him indifferently: "Speaking of which, why did you hide so deeply at that time?"

He poked his probe, tilted his head, looked at Sheng Yun's face facing the computer, squinted his eyes and said, "Are you afraid that I will be greedy for your money?"

Sheng Yun paused, and looked at him with a broken smile: "What's on your mind?"

Song Yan still tilted his head to look at him: "Then what do you think I'm plotting against you?"

Sheng Yun pretended to think about it seriously: "Beauty?"

Song Yan: "..."

He straightened up, stood up suddenly, and pressed his forehead.

Could it be that something went wrong after sleeping all day, and he would have such a naive and boring conversation with Sheng Yun.

After eating, it was close to six o'clock, Song Yan finally moved his body, changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

He came to the entrance to change his shoes, and when he bent down, he felt his back hurt as if it had been broken.

Sheng Yun noticed his slow movements, stepped forward and squatted down, and took the short boots from him that couldn't be put on.

Song Yan was taken aback, and retracted his legs slightly, but Sheng Yun gently held his ankle.

While helping him put it on, Sheng Yun said, "You don't want me to go with you?"

Tonight is the warm-up live broadcast of the final day of "Morning Star Project", and the live broadcast location is Xingxiang Media.

"No need." Song Yan pursed his lips, and looked down at Sheng Yun carefully helping himself to put on his shoes with a little unnaturalness, his ears were a little hot, "If you go, the employees will not be able to work properly, which will affect me and them Friendly exchange."

Sheng Yun helped him button the shoes. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled and said, "You have friendly exchanges with them? This is really to fulfill the duties of a chairman's wife."

Song Yan raised his leg lightly, and touched Sheng Yun's bent knee with his toes, pretending to be annoyed: "Nonsense, I want to be a well-known artist."

Sheng Yun was kicked lightly by him, but he was not angry, and patted his calf playfully: "Okay, you are amazing, in the future, Xingxiang Media will have to rely on Teacher Song to take care of it."

Song Yan stood up and opened the door of the villa: "Then I'm leaving."

Sheng Yun leaned against the door and watched him leave slowly, his gaze flickered at his unnatural lower body.

Tonight is obviously a good night, but Song Yan has a job.

Just go to a place where no one is...

He closed the door and called Secretary Lin himself.

"I have something to arrange for me." Sheng Yun asked, "...It's not a business matter. Help me find out next month or the next month, where is the best place for vacation in the world?"

"Oh~~~" From the other end of the phone came Secretary Lin's voice, who knew a girl instantly, and deliberately pretended to be stupid, "Vacation? Are you alone? Then I think..."

"Tsk." Sheng Yun heard her teasing, interrupted her loudly, and said indifferently, "Yes, it's what you think, honeymoon, hurry up and check."

Song Yan went out the door, and heard several car horns in the distance.

He got in the car, sat in the co-pilot, and heard An Yuan next to him say: "What's the matter? It's been a while."

Song Yan: "...it's nothing."

After a little activity, I feel better, but there must still be some mobility restrictions.

Thinking of this, Song Yan turned his head to look at An Yuan, his eyes dim.

An Yuan started the car, felt Song Yan's resentful eyes from the corner of his eye, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Yan turned his head back slowly, and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

Of course, it was impossible for him to say that An Yuan's casual words had caused him to be tortured and humiliated last night.

"What time does the live broadcast end tonight?" Song Yan asked lazily, "Can it be later."

An Yuan said: "It won't be too long, definitely before ten o'clock..."

She figured out something was wrong, and frowned, "What's the matter? You are in the middle of a passionate relationship, and you didn't expect to be tired of staying at home every day, but you said you would go back later?"

Song Yan: "...it's nothing."

An Yuan glanced at him worriedly, and didn't want to ask any more questions.

Song Yan cried out in his heart.

Although Sheng Yun's ability is indeed quite great, the first time and the second time last night... really enjoyed it.

But the third time and the fourth time belonged to challenging the limit of physical strength.

This kind of thing belongs to it. At the time, I was dazzled and thought it was not bad. When I woke up, the backlash came, and I started to regret it.

It's a pity that my physical strength is far worse than Sheng Yun's. He can be in high spirits, but I can only languid.

He knows that he has no self-control. If it happens again, the scar will be healed and he will be taken into the ditch by Sheng Yun forgot the pain. If he repents, it will be too late. It will be the same as staying up late, shouting slogans every morning Said that he was determined not to stay up, and couldn't help but repeat the same mistakes at night.

The only way is to...

Stay away from that terrible man Sheng Yun!

Song Yan thought so, and the car drove to the twin buildings of Xingxiang Group.

The Twin Towers are still brightly lit, shining like stars.

Song Yan entered through the VIP passage, preparing to go directly to the floor of Xingxiang Media from the elevator.

"The live broadcast room is open now." An Yuan glanced at the message, "Zhou Chun can't come to the live broadcast today, so he connected online. Just chatting, just take it easy."

An Yuan glanced at Song Yan's quiet side face, a little worried: "You...if you don't want to..."

Song Yan interrupted her, and smiled slightly: "I'm fine."

Inexplicably, he originally thought that after experiencing these "turmoil", he would be timid to face the public. Even this idea has existed for many years, and it is almost engraved into his DNA.

But when this day really came, he was surprised to find that he was not as frightened as he imagined, but instead felt extremely ordinary.

When the elevator arrived, Song Yan walked in, and suddenly frowned.

Chi Chaozheng was standing inside.

An Yuan also noticed the sudden change in the air pressure around Song Yan's body, she kept silent for a moment, followed in and closed the elevator door.

After a little silence, Chi Chao said, "A Yan, you surprised me."

Song Yan didn't move, but raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that you surprised me even more, my face was already so cold, and I actually rushed to start the topic.

Chi Chao paused, then turned to look at him: "I have a piece of advice, I hope you can consider it."

Song Yan still didn't move, as if he didn't hear it, Chi Chao's face was a little embarrassing, but he continued: "Mr. I think you can't rely on him too much, and I'm worried that if something happens in the future, you won't be able to take better care of yourself."

An Yuan listened silently, frowned, gritted her teeth and wanted to intervene.

This is nondescript, what happened?Isn't it implying that Mr. Sheng will abandon Song Yan in the future?

She looked up at the back of Song Yan's head, worried that this person who used to think too much would become more thoughtful.

After a while, Song Yan suddenly chuckled: "Thank you for your advice, what kind of tea did you drink recently?"

Chi Chao was startled: "...what?"

Song Yan squinted his eyes and smiled brightly, and said calmly: "The smell is a bit strong."

An Yuan behind him didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Chi Chao understood, and his face turned blue and white.

The elevator reached the floor of Xingxiang Media, and the elevator door opened slowly.

Song Yan walked out first, and after taking a few steps, he stopped suddenly.

Chi Chao then came out, and blurted out because of his embarrassment: "I'm doing it for your own good, you..."

Song Yan turned around, as if he didn't pay attention to what Chi Chao wanted to say, let alone his embarrassing and flushed face, and said lightly:

"By the way, I really have to stop calling me Ayan in the future."

His words were careless, with a slight smile in his tone, but each word was quite deterrent:

"My husband will be upset."

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