Mr. Yan, break up

It has been raining sparingly for many days outside, looking out from the window, the foggy rain covers the whole city, and the neon lights that are sparsely lit in the evening also become hazy in the continuous rain.The gloomy weather lowered the air pressure in the whole city a bit, making people feel bad. Several girls in the office went all the way to the tea room, complaining to each other that their newly bought high-heeled shoes were splashed with mud.

While chatting happily, unexpectedly, they bumped into the man who came out of the door.

Song Chuan came out of the tea room with a cup of hot water in his hand. He didn't know if it was due to the weather, but he was not feeling well for the past two days. His old problems had recurred, and his stomach hurt uncomfortably.He covered his belly with one hand, and didn't notice the people who suddenly appeared in front of him. The water in his hand almost splashed on the little girl.

He stepped back in a hurry, the scalding hot water splashed out and onto his hands, his fair skin immediately turned red.

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." Song Chuan didn't care about his pain, bowed several times to the frightened little girl, and apologized hastily.

The little girl wanted to get angry, but she raised her eyes to see Song Chuan, suppressed the swear words that reached her throat, and snorted coldly: "You are so big, how dare I be angry with you. "

Song Chuan's body was stiff, and he kept his bowed posture without moving. The little girls walked past him without looking at him too much.Song Chuan vaguely heard another little girl's voice: "It's not good for you to say that."

"What's wrong? Didn't he join our company because of his connections? Don't let people tell you?"

Song Chuan didn't say a word, he didn't need to look to know that his eyes were almost rolled to the sky, he just went to the bathroom and washed the burnt area briefly, then took the mop, carefully cleaned the water stains on the ground, and went back silently seat.

Song Chuan took a sip of hot water and felt his stomach pain relieved a little. He briefly dealt with the work at hand, and it was time to get off work.Colleagues who have made an appointment to work overtime are now yelling to take advantage of the time to gather together for dinner, and the rest is to make an appointment to go home together.And Song Chuan is like a background board, people passing by him invariably ignore a big living person here.Song Chuan lowered his head, his slightly long bangs covered half of his face, making him look gloomy and gloomy. He packed up his things without saying a word, and squeezed people who got off work out of the company building.

The rain outside did not know when it had stopped, and the whole city was shrouded in a layer of white mist.He shuttled through the commuting crowd in a daze, his legs stepped on the way home according to muscle memory, his mind was not in the state at all, and he was dizzy.I don't even know when, a leaflet was stuffed in my arms: This weekend's fireworks show, invite couples to spend the weekend together! !

The background is a fireworks that are blooming, and several large characters are prominently marked on it, especially the word couple, which is particularly dazzling in Song Chuan's eyes.

A handsome face suddenly appeared in front of him, with a layer of coldness between his brows and eyes, which gave people a sense of distance that was beyond reach.

He sneered secretly: lovers?He will not go.

But Song Chuan still took this leaflet home by some strange and unexpected circumstances.

He knew better than anyone else that he was just harboring a wish that couldn't be realized at all.

The house was empty, and the lights shone palely on the marble floor, bright enough to reflect figures.All the furnishings in the room are neat and tidy, as if no one has ever lived in it. At a glance, it is empty except for the empty space.

Song Chuan's heart sank: Yan Jingting didn't come today.

Yan Jingting wouldn't come here even a few times a month, and almost only Song Chuan lived in this large house of nearly [-] square meters.In fact, he didn't like such a big room at all, especially if he lived alone, no matter how many things he put there, it seemed empty.But this was bought by Yan Jingting, he doesn't like to nest in a small place, although he doesn't come to this place often.

There was a cold pot and a cold stove in the kitchen. Song Chuan turned on the rice cooker, and the inside was so cold and clean that there was no water stains, as if no one had ever used it.He sighed, his stomach started to colic again after seeing this scene, he put down the lid of the pot, and took some medicine casually.I also don't want to cook, and I have no energy at all by myself. I only chewed half a piece of bread and was so disgusted that I couldn't eat it. After washing up casually, the whole person shrank back to the bed.

The WeChat messages on the mobile phone popped out one by one, Song Chuan took a look, it was the work group.Several colleagues inside were discussing the weekend dinner, and the chat was in full swing. The new intern mentioned Song Chuan for some unknown reason, and then someone replied: "How could Song Chuan like our small dinner party? I don’t know which boss I want to have a big dinner with on weekends.”

Then there was a series of yin and yang weirdness, and a good dinner and discussion turned into a meeting of yin and yang weirdness against Song Chuan.

It doesn't matter, it's not surprising, what people say is correct, anyway, he originally entered the company through connections.

He has always been very good at brainwashing himself, and he has to dig out all the bad things even if they are stripped away, and then use them to comfort himself.Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to stick with Yan Jingting for so many years, right?

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Song Chuan conveniently set the group message to Do Not Disturb, and put the phone on the bedside.

The cramps in his stomach gradually eased, and Song Chuan just fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a few impatient knocks on the door.

Song Chuanjin pulled on his slippers and looked out sleepily from the smart cat's eyes. It was a very familiar face, which immediately woke up his chaotic brain——

Yan Jingting is here.

Outside the door was a slender man. His black suit shirt made him tall and straight, and he carried his unique aura.The suit jacket was casually draped over the arms, and two buttons of the white shirt had been torn off, revealing the firm chest and sexy collarbone.Originally, the meticulous short hair was a bit messy, but even with this appearance, coupled with his unique face, he couldn't match the embarrassment, and it was a little more unrestrained.

A shallow peak rose between Yan Jingting's eyebrows, obviously looking impatient for waiting, as soon as he entered the door, the smell of alcohol made Song Chuan frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

"En." Yan Jingting just responded lightly, and didn't say much, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

Song Chuan took the coat in his hand and put it on the hanger, and Yan Jingting had already collapsed on the sofa in a blink of an eye, with his long legs unrestrained on the coffee table.

Song Chuan followed, his drowsiness had been washed away by joy, and he asked softly, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Yan Jingting took out his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking at. He pulled it twice, and his eyebrows frowned even tighter, as if he didn't like others to quarrel with him, he said impatiently: "Whatever."

He said whatever he wanted, Song Chuan had to do it, even if he didn't eat it.

Yan Jingting put away his mobile phone, looked down at the flyer with fireworks pattern on the table, and sneered, "You actually like this, how naive."

Song Chuan was taken aback, his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, he forced a smile, and dodged, "Someone stuffed me a flyer outside, so I just took it."

He didn't continue talking, and took out the ingredients directly from the refrigerator. Song Chuan seldom cooks at home. He usually takes out food or the company cafeteria by himself, or just makes do with bread, and sometimes he doesn't eat at all, every day. Practicing himself, the stomach disease also became more and more serious.The pots and stoves in the kitchen have hardly been touched since they were bought, but the ingredients in the refrigerator have always been kept on hand. I can't even cook a meal for him.