Mr. Yan, break up

Song Teng's funeral was very simple, and the media and the like didn't catch the wind. On the day of the funeral, only some friends who were close to my grandfather and old employees of the company attended.

A few scattered people come and go, this is the end of the prosperous business giant.

After the funeral, Song Chuan announced that he was the heir of Teng Yue and would take over everything in the company.He didn't show up when Tengyue was at its most prosperous, and the company went bankrupt, and Song Chuan, the heir, willingly inherited a whole body of debt.

He sold all the real estate and collections that could be sold in the family. In order to pay off foreign debts, he even sold the ancestral home that he had lived with his mother for 19 years.

This ancestral house is the place where he lived since he was a child, and it is also the place where he keeps his only memory of his mother. During the most difficult time of the year, his mother gritted her teeth and did not sell the ancestral house, but it was destroyed in his hands.

There are not many things left by his mother in the house. Song Chuan packed them in a big box. As for those things that can never be taken away, there is a wall that he and his mother drew when they were young, and a dilapidated sofa that was sewn twice. , and the cat stand he used to raise cats with his mother when he was a child, all of which remain in that room forever.

After signing the contract, the house will always belong to someone else.

Song Chuan was a little disappointed, because the old people said that after a person passed away, his soul would return to the place he was most fond of during his lifetime one day.

Song Chuan was suddenly afraid. He was afraid that if his mother came back, he would be overwhelmed by the strange people and things in the house, and would lose the only connection with this world.

His tears had dried up, and even though the regret filled his heart, he couldn't cry anymore.Standing outside the railing, he could only say: "I'm sorry."

Wait for him, and he will surely save enough money to redeem the ancestral house.

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Accidents happened one after another. The funeral affairs of such a big company made him anxious for many days. He didn't get a good night's sleep for many days. Finally, after dealing with the company's affairs, he returned home to deal with the last matter.

move.

He and Yan Jingting broke up, so there was no need to live here any longer. He was exhausted and moved overnight without a trace of nostalgia.

He didn't have much to take away. He didn't take any of the clothes and jewelry that Yan Jingting "rewarded" him when he was in a good mood. He only took away a few clothes and some daily necessities that he always wears.After packing up, he has nothing to do with the house.

Standing at the door, looking back at the cold everything in the room, obviously nothing has changed, but at this moment, it is so cold in his eyes.

Perhaps it was always so cold here, but he pretended not to see it.

Goodbye, the house where he lived for five years.

Goodbye, Yan Jingting.

Goodbye, Song Chuan from the past.

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The female secretary, Nian, took on all the debts at the last moment he was in the company, and she looked at him with admiration, and her attitude became much better. Seeing that he was going to move, she entrusted her relationship to introduce him to the house.Song Chuan dragged his suitcase and arrived at the rental room after midnight.

When Song Chuan moved out of the villa, he also submitted a resignation application to the company. Without the protection of his grandfather, he is nothing, and naturally he has no qualifications to stay in the company.After he left the company, he figured that Cary still had some money left.

And this small rental house is only [-] to [-] square meters, smaller than his previous bedroom, because the landlord was in a hurry to move, so he rented the house to him at a low price.

Although this house is small, it is the place where the previous landlord's family of three lived. It is decorated in warm colors and everything is neat and clean. It looks much more comfortable.Maybe this is a place full of love. Compared with his big empty and indifferent house, he likes this place more.

He carried the salute upstairs by himself. He was so exhausted physically and mentally that he didn't want to pack his things. He lay on the sofa directly on his back. The ceiling above his head was already slightly yellow. He stared at the yellow place, but he didn't sleep at all. no.

The successive changes in the past few days made him not relieved at all, a rope was tightly hanging in his mind, and when he completely relaxed, he was not as relaxed as he imagined.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the latest news. Apart from Song Teng's death, it was still Yan's family that made the headlines.

Yan Yuankai was completely down this time. The news showed the downcast scenes of the eldest son of the Yan family in turn. Yan Jingting did the best job. He even exposed Yan Yuankai's drunk driving hit-and-run. Yan Yuankai was taken away this morning.

Yan Jingting has always been so ruthless, if he wants to do it, he will do it the best, and will not leave anyone a way out.

Song Chuan looked at the video of Yan Yuankai being taken away on his mobile phone. Yan Jingting stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the camera without any emotion in his eyes, that bone-chilling indifference, without any pride of victory, as if the one who had eradicated all obstacles People are not like him.

Song Chuan closed the phone and finally forced himself to fall asleep, but the next day he woke up just before dawn.

Only slept for four hours.

After tidying up and saluting briefly, he went downstairs to have breakfast, and went to buy some things by the way.When he passed by the shop window with big bags and small bags, he saw his face in the window.

The bangs that were already slightly long seemed to have grown a bit in the past few days, almost completely covering the eyes, and the hair was frizzy and spiky.With Wei Wei's back on his back, because he didn't get a good night's sleep for several days, he was exhausted and lacked energy at all.

After hesitating for a moment, he entered a barber shop. The clerk watched him come in, greeted him warmly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Chuan couldn't find a hairstyle that suits him in all the styling magazines, so he simply closed the book and said to him: "You can play freely, just make a hairstyle that is completely different from mine now."

"Free play?"

It was the first time for the clerk to meet a customer who showed him his skills, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. After carefully studying him for a while, he picked up the scissors and neatly trimmed his hair.It's not hot or dyed, but it's just that he cut his obtrusive bangs in half, thinned and trimmed, so that the delicate eyebrows can be seen faintly, while the whole eyes are fully exposed.As for the sideburns and those scraggly hairs on the top of the head, most of them were trimmed mercilessly, and finally fixed with another shape, refreshing and clean, the whole person looks more than a little bit better.

The clerk was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece. Looking left and right, he couldn't help but said, "I really can't see that you are so good-looking. Are you a celebrity?"

Song Chuan glanced at him with a wry smile, and pointed to the shopping bag on the ground: "Which star have you ever seen go to the mall with a shopping bag in person?"

"That's right." The clerk nodded.

After Song Chuan paid the money, several girls in the shop secretly looked at him, and some even boldly asked for WeChat.

"I'm sorry." Song Chuan just waved his hand, and flatly refused, without giving them a chance.

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Song Chuan returned home with shopping bags, and tidied up his small house in an orderly manner. He looked at the green plants on the balcony bathed in sunlight, and suddenly found that living like this was quite good.

A life that has nothing to do with Yan Jingting is pretty good.

Before he was happy for too long, the phone ding-dong, and the bank card reminded him that there was a sum of money.

One five followed by six zeros.

And the source of the money is Yan Jingting.

Song Chuan: I really can't think about it. Once I think about it, something will happen.