Mr. Yan, break up

The kitchen at one o'clock in the morning turned on fire again after many days. After Song Chuan was so busy, he even forgot about his stomach problem. It took a long time to prepare the meal, three dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables.Often Yan Jingting can't eat a few mouthfuls of the same thing, but this form must be available.Yan Jingting took a sip with his chopsticks. He ate slowly and unhurriedly. , the sharp expression seemed to have been smoothed a little, and in Song Chuan's eyes, it was a little more gentle.

Yan Jingting only took a bite, frowned and threw the chopsticks aside: "Hand shaking recently? Put so much salt."

Song Chuan was called from imagination to reality by these few words, he said in a panic: "Then I...do it again?"

"Forget it, don't eat." Yan Jingting leaned back slightly on the backrest, his brows were wrinkled, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

Song Chuan silently cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, saw the flyer of the fireworks show on the table, and stuffed it directly into the trash can.

It was an extravagant hope, but I had to hit the gun again with an unrealistic fantasy.

Song Chuan finished packing and returned to the room. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Yan Jingting lay on the bed and looked at Song Chuan's mobile phone on the bedside. No reply?"

"It's nothing, they're all colleagues."

Yan Jingting snorted coldly, threw the phone aside, and signaled him to go to bed: "I told you not to let you go to work. I have money to afford you. I have to listen to other people's eccentricities. Are you in the habit of being cheap?"

Song Chuan didn't speak, just hung his head, not wanting to continue the topic: "It's already three o'clock, go to bed."

"Sleep!" Song Chuan was always so soft that Yan Jingting was very annoyed when he saw it. In business scenes, he faced opponents who bared their fangs and wanted to skin and bone him. Killing people, the Buddha's violent means of blocking and beheading Buddha, any of them can be forcibly smoothed by him.However, now he is facing Song Chuan, no matter how he blows his hair, the attack will be absorbed by his soft temperament.

The more he has such a temper that can't get a fart, the more Yan Jingting gets angry, pinching Song Chuan's chin angrily and forcing him to look up: "I just said a few words, you are getting impatient, aren't you? "

"I didn't..." Song Chuan's jaw hurt from being pinched, and his stomach started to cram again.

Yan Jingting said coldly: "Do you regret giving up your status as the rich young master? If you want to go back, I won't stop you."

"I really didn't..." Song Chuan was so painful that tears were about to fall, and he denied it vaguely.

Yan Jingting sneered, turned his head and slowly approached his lips.The smell of alcohol on his face made Song Chuan feel sick, and he tilted his head unconsciously, Yan Jingting's eyes instantly condensed into a cloud of black mist: "Feel sick?"

Song Chuan shook his head: "I didn't..."

Song Chuan is well aware of Yan Jingting's temper, he simply does not allow others to resist him, especially Song Chuan.

He took the initiative to touch Yan Jingting's lips, wanting to redeem him humbly, but the latter backed away, distanced himself from Song Chuan, and looked at him leisurely: "Song Chuan, you were the one who liked me back then, why don't you like me?" ? Feel sick now?"

"I don't." Song Chuan felt pain in his stomach as well as his heart. He humbly went up to kiss him on the lips, but Yan Jingting avoided him coldly, looking at him with deep eyes, "Take off your clothes. Come."

……

Yan Jingting didn't care about him at all, and only cared about taking things by force.

When it was over, Song Chuan dragged his limp legs to the bathroom to tidy up. He looked at his face in the mirror, so tired that he didn't have any energy, and smiled secretly: "You are so cheap, Song Chuan."

Because of love, is it worth it?

He didn't answer, his behavior had already answered.

If it wasn't worth it, why would he willingly be his underground lover for five years?

When he came out, Yan Jingting had already fallen asleep, his head was slightly tilted to the side of the bed, his slightly long bangs were messily hanging down his face, his handsome features seemed softer under the light of the bedside night lamp, and his affectionate peach blossoms The eyes have been closed, and the long curled eyelashes cast a light shadow, mixed with the sound of soft breathing, forming a natural picture of a sleeping beauty.Song Chuan bent his knees, lying on the edge of the bed, just looking at him.

This face has been coveted by many rich young men and ladies, but it is not a loss if it falls on him.

He held his chin and looked at this handsome face. His memory seemed to have traveled through time and returned to many years ago.

Song Chuan has lived with his mother in a very empty mansion since he was a child. He has never met his father, let alone any relatives except his mother. He has heard from the neighbors since he was a child: his mother A woman abandoned by a man.

The mother has a weak personality, and she won't say anything when people talk about it. She just holds Song Chuan's hand, avoids the eyes of those people, and deliberately doesn't listen to the unwarranted sex news that is forced on her.Song Chuan was taught by his mother not to stand out since he was a child, and he passed it with patience, and learned to hide his emotions after a long time.Over time, his temperament has become like this. To put it mildly, he has a good temper.

They spent 19 years in that empty mansion until their mother died of illness and a strange old man came to the house.Only then did he know that the old man in front of him, who was over half a century old and was not angry but mighty, was the boss of a well-known real estate company in China, Tengyue, and his grandfather.

His own mother is the only daughter whom the boss of Pengyue severed 19 years ago.

Grandpa worked hard all his life, but in the end he had only an only daughter, and by accident, the only heir fell to his grandson.

Song Chuan was sent to the Song family's mansion in a muddleheaded manner, and was treated as Xiao Song's boss in a muddleheaded manner.At the age of 19, Song Chuan followed his grandfather to a reception for the first time. Although he was not clearly introduced, most of the people present knew Song Chuan's identity.So even though the reception was hosted by the Yan family, the center of the night was him, the heir of Prance who appeared for the first time.

The 19-year-old Song Chuan has never dealt with this kind of situation. A few wine glasses were thrown in front of him, and Song Chuan was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. He couldn't even speak fluently. It is not the following words.

"Why do you insist on clinging to others? Why, didn't our old man join us when he spoke?"

A slightly teasing voice came from behind him, rescuing him from the fire and water. Song Chuan was shocked and looked back.

A man came in from behind. He was only in his early twenties. The well-fitting brown-gray high-tailored suit set off his slender and tall figure. Although there was a teasing smile on the corner of his lips, his brows and eyes were calm and seemed to be drawn away. All the pomp and bustle of the world seemed to dissipate on his body, as if he was the only one left in the world.That is no ordinary person, in the heart of the 19-year-old Song Chuan, that is a god.