Mr. Yan, break up

To him, this 500 million is a humiliation to him in the past five years.

500 million, for five years?

It's all bullshit!

Song Chuan didn't want to end up in another humble end in front of Yan Jingting, he wanted to make this breakup the most dignified.With the straightest back in his life, he walked away after shaking it, free and easy, and his whole body was overwhelmed with a layer of arrogance that refused to bow his head.In the eyes of those completely ignorant people in the conference room, Song Chuan looked like a scumbag who was eager to get rid of the other party after paying the breakup fee.

And their Boss Yan is the little lover who was dumped.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to say anything, but they all gave their boss a gossip and pitiful look inexplicably.

It wasn't until their President Yan's face darkened twice successfully, and the pen in his hand was perfectly dismembered under the blessing of his anger, that they dared to turn their eyes back.

Song Chuan straightened his back, walked into the elevator through the gossip eyes of the audience all the way, and the moment the elevator door closed, all the pretense disappeared immediately, his legs went limp, and he almost fell, so he held The handrail barely stopped.

He clutched his chest, the place was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, the tip of his nose was shamefully sore, he could only raise his head, and flow back the tears that were about to come out of his eyes.

From now on, his five years of absurdity will come to an end.

Facing the elevator wall where the figure was reflected, Song Chuan tried his best to squeeze out a smile: Look, Song Chuan, you didn't humble yourself anymore, you can leave Yan Jingting freely.

He did it, and what he got in exchange was even more tearing pain in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, time can heal everything, and this heartache will gradually fade away in the busy life and work that follows.After many years, when I think of him again for the past five years, I will no longer be sad, but I can take it as a joke and say to others: "Who hasn't been ridiculous? When I was young, I gave up for a man. Five years."

At that time, even Yan Jingting will become a dispensable afterimage in his memory.

The meeting was interrupted by a sudden episode, which made the already serious meeting even more frightening. Under Mr. Yan's dark expression, no one dared to speak up first.Fortunately, the assistant still had good eyesight, so he quickly turned the matter over and ordered in a low voice to continue the meeting.

The following meeting went smoothly, without even a single question or doubt, everyone wanted to get out of Yan Jingting's human-shaped freezer as soon as possible, and the meeting ended half an hour earlier.

In the evening, Yan Jingting went to the promotion banquet prepared by his friends in the business field alone. The company was out of the woods, and he should hold the promotion banquet even if it was for the sake of rules.

At the banquet, there were only face-saving friends in the business field, and there was not even a real friend.For him, a banquet is all about saving face, saying some polite words, and then being drunk.

He was a little drunk, reclining on the sofa, drinking a few glasses of wine, his body seemed to be steaming, and he undid the two buttons on his shirt irritably, revealing his delicate collarbone.Holding half a glass of red wine in his hand, he swayed but didn't drink it. The bright red liquid reflected the dim light, and there was a layer of ambiguity between his stern eyebrows and eyes. straight up.

But most of the people who can come here know Yan Jingting's temper. If he doesn't like it, daring to get close to him is tantamount to making fun of his own future.

But there are those who are bold, confident and unbelieving.

A handsome man wearing a white shirt and black trousers is an eighteenth-tier young entertainer in the entertainment industry. He fought hard to get a place for this banquet, just to win a gold medal here.

He just fell in love with the least approachable one at a glance.

Some people are born to be the central figure, even if he takes the initiative to hide from the crowd, his extraordinary temperament is enough to stand out from the crowd.

For example, Yan Jingting.

With an excellent appearance and an excellent family background, in anyone's eyes, he is not a big money lord who is waiting to be hanged?

Eighteen Lines showed its top brand of green tea, holding a glass of wine, and seemed to be in front of him unintentionally, with a crooked hand——

The wine in the glass landed firmly on Yan Jingting's pants.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I didn't mean it, I'll wipe it for you—"

Before the sound of rubbing fell, the eighteenth line was forcibly pulled up by someone choking the neck.

Shibaxian's eyes widened, and Yan Jingting in front of him narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't stop the hostility in his eyes, and only heard his cold voice: "Who told you to dress like this?"

This [-]th line is wearing a simple white shirt, simple black pants, the same slender figure, the same long hair that covers his eyes, and even his face is so damn similar that it keeps popping up in his mind. Come out that figure!

Shiba Xian was so frightened that his face flushed, he just wanted to catch a rich man, but Yan Jingting's eyes seemed to want him to put his life on it.He hurriedly shook his head in fright, and said falteringly: "No no no no no one, it's me..."

"Yourself?" Yan Jingting obviously didn't believe it, and the strength in his hand became a little bit heavier, and the [-]th thread was pinched so that he almost rolled his eyes.

Seeing that people were about to die, the surrounding reacted and hurriedly stopped them. The [-]th line finally came back from the gate of hell, rolled and crawled for several meters, panting heavily.

Yan Jingting's eyes were gloomy, and his face became even darker: "Don't let me see you dressed like this again, get out!"

Eighteenth Line didn't even delay, and ran out with all hands and feet.

The banquet ended very unpleasantly, and most of Yan Jingting's smell of alcohol dissipated during the farce. On the way back, he seemed tired, his eyes were slightly closed, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

The assistant sat beside him, not even daring to take a deep breath. Ever since Yan Jingting was dumped by Song Chuan's bank card during the day, he has never looked good again, like a pot of explosives from time to time, who knows when it will explode .

But in just one day, as a personal assistant, he has been affected countless times.With a heart full of apprehension, the assistant turned his eyes to look at his boss from time to time.When he saw that the other party was still resting with his eyes closed, he carefully moved his eyes back, for fear that the other party would get angry again inexplicably.

After going back and forth like this several times, just as the assistant was finally relaxing, Yan Jingting's sudden words almost scared his soul away: "Go back and prepare supper."

"Supper every night?" The assistant stuck out his tongue, "Didn't you not eat at night?"

Yan Jingting glanced over coldly: "When will I not eat..."

He suddenly froze, because it suddenly occurred to him that no one except Song Chuan seemed to know that he would eat supper sometimes, because he only ate the food made by Song Chuan at night.