Mr. Yan, break up

The assistant sat upright, waiting for the second half of Yan Jingting's sentence with pricked ears. Unexpectedly, his eyes drooped, and his voice changed in the second half of the sentence: "Who told you to care so much?"

The assistant was stunned, knowing that Yan Jingting was extremely upset these days, so he turned his head silently and sent an ordering message to the restaurant.

The restaurant is on standby 24 hours a day. Not long after they arrived at home, all the food was prepared in the restaurant and delivered to their homes.The assistant was busy in the middle of the night, and after a while, the long dining table was filled with carefully prepared food. At a glance, there were four or five people on the table from one end of the table to the other, which was quite ancient. The posture of the emperor dining.

Every food on the plate is exquisitely arranged and the ingredients are expensive. Under the dark light, it looks extremely delicate. Every vegetable leaf carving is well-regulated and I can't wait to use a ruler to measure it out, but it is too delicate, but there is no trace of it. Smokey smell.

Yan Jingting looked at the table full of food, picked up the knife and fork, obviously empty stomach, but didn't want to eat at all.

The spoon hung in the air for a long time before scooping up half a mouthful of seafood soup and putting it into his mouth.The food not only looks exquisite, but also tastes extremely delicious. The food made by the star chefs from abroad is impeccable, but in his mouth, it is tasteless and does not arouse the slightest interest.

Yan Jingting just took a sip and put down the tableware.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to try a bowl of ordinary noodle soup, or a home-cooked sweet and sour pork ribs.

Best of all, it was from Song Chuan's hands.

Even though it tastes less oily or too salty from time to time, it is the only warm, smoky-flavored thing that Yan Jingting has come into contact with in the past few years.

Some things have been around for a long time, and you get used to them, naively thinking that you can throw them away at will.But when it was really gone, I found that everything before was too overestimated myself.

The assistant stood aside, and the boss in the middle of the night had no intention of letting go, and the girlfriend's text message on the phone had already been urged several times.

Yan Jingting was a little irritable, the knife and fork was put aside and never picked up again.I don't know when it started to rain lightly, and the rain was blown by the wind, hitting the glass, adding a bit of coldness to this lonely night.

He turned his head and looked out of the window. The rain and mist were misty, and the water droplets fell all the way down the glass, dizzying the neon lights outside the window.I don't know if he has been looking at it for a long time, but the back of Song Chuan always flashes across the window.

Slender, indifferent, and decisive.

Yan Jingting never imagined that such a weak and obedient person would change his temper one day, dare to throw his bank card on him, and make himself unable to get off the stage in front of so many people. When he said his name, he didn't look back!

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, and finally pulled Yan Yuankai off the stage and took the Yan family into his pocket, but there was no sign of joy at all.He took a sip of the tea in front of him and let out a long breath, as if he had made up his mind.

Yan Jingting stretched out his hand and waved it, and the assistant at the side felt chills at the back of his head when he saw this gesture.

According to his years of observation, Yan Jingting will probably spend most of the night messing around again.

Sure enough, Mr. Yan opened his noble lips and said lightly, "Go and drive."

The assistant wanted to cry without tears, and looked down at his watch. It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, so he could only send a message to his girlfriend that he would be home late tonight, and resigned himself to go downstairs and drive.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs, towards the familiar address.

Along the way, the assistant was looking at Yan Jingting, and the other person's face was turned out of the window, probably because of the alcohol, his eyes were not as cold as usual, but rather dark.The neon lights at night reflected on his side face, as if it was covered with a layer of mist, blurred and ambiguous.

The assistant parked the car in the garage, and Yan Jingting didn't even wear a coat, only a thin shirt wrapped around his body, showing off his straight figure.The evening wind blew to him along the drafty garage, blowing away his formal clothes and his meticulous hair.

The assistant watching silently behind him suddenly felt that the evening wind seemed to have blown away some of Yan Jingting's arrogance that had been guarded for many years.

The assistant was thrown down to watch the car, and the name was to watch the car. The assistant knew that he just made it clear that he wanted to stay here until his boss and that little lover named Song Chuan had spent the night, and then came down from upstairs in the morning contentedly.

The assistant sighed, if it wasn't for the 10,000+ a month, he wouldn't serve this master if he was killed.

Yan Jingting came upstairs alone, and he told himself: This is the first and last time to come to Song Chuan, as long as Song Chuan is willing to bow his head, he will never mind.They can be like before, he can let Song Chuan continue to be his lover.

He rang the doorbell, and his heartbeat started to speed up inexplicably. Yan Jingting had never been so nervous when picking up those old fritters in the commercial field.

He couldn't help thinking: Should Song Chuan bow his head, or continue to compete with him?

Yan Jingting even thought about how to deal with these two situations for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the door to open.

He rang the doorbell again, but no one was there.

Suppressing his anger, Yan Jingting dialed Song Chuan's number, only to hear a series of waiting tones on the phone, followed by a series of blind tones——

He died!

Song Chuan hung up his phone!

Well, Song Chuan is really courageous.

Yan Jingting was completely furious, the assistant was videoing you and me with his girlfriend, and a phone call from Yan Jingting's side frightened him so much that he almost jumped out of his chair.

The assistant answered the phone with a dazed face. Yan Jingting's lowered voice was on the other side of the phone. Although his emotions did not fluctuate greatly, the assistant could still hear Yan Jingting's desire to kill from his voice.

"Bring me the keys from the car."

The assistant didn't dare to be negligent, and almost put the Hot Wheels on his buttocks and jumped straight up.

Yan Jingting was just outside the door watching the assistant open the door with the key, which he had hardly used since he bought the house, because every time he knocked on the door, no matter where Song Chuan was, he would try his best to come and open the door for him.

But this time, Song Chuan dared to reject him!

The door was quickly opened, and the assistant took two steps back with a sense of danger.

Before Yan Jingting entered the door, he felt something was wrong.

The door was empty.

The decoration didn't change much, but Yan Jingting could feel that Song Chuan was no longer there.He kept all the things Yan Jingting bought, but none of his own.

Everything is cold, without any warmth, and the whole house is as if this person has never lived in it.

Song Chuan has already left.

He is playing for real.

The anger and hatred in Yan Jingting's heart had reached its peak, he was abandoned, Yan Jingting was abandoned, unexpectedly the other party was Song Chuan!

But amidst this extreme anger, he felt that there was another emotion playing tricks in his heart.

panic.

Yes, he panicked.