Mr. Yan, break up

Luo Yan was liberated by Song Chuan. It was his first time to drink, so he was so drunk that he didn't know what day and night he was.

Song Chuan was about to bow his head to support him, but was blocked by the crowd. This group of wicked rich second generations had learned the temperament of the local hooligan thoroughly, and said to him with a smile: "Don't worry about him, first treat yourself Let's talk after drinking the wine."

Someone even tried to touch Song Chuan's face with his hand, Yan Jingting's body froze, and before he got up, Song Chuan turned his face and dodged lightly.

Continue to look up, a glass of wine.

A beauty drinks, especially in such a depraved way. The wine drips down his smooth and white chin and disappears in the thick cashmere carpet.The slightly raised head reveals the slender neck, the veins are clear, and the throat fluctuates up and down with swallowing. This seductive and depraved beauty hits people's eyes hard.

These rich second generations don't have any specific preferences, regardless of gender, they only like beautiful ones.Because of their wealth, the beautiful men and women around them flocked up.But posting up in vain always feels a little less exciting, so seeing such a tough and alienated beauty, especially watching this alienated beauty who is about to slowly fall from the altar.

Those rich second generations looked at him more and more like tigers and wolves, Yan Jingting's body leaning on the back of the sofa couldn't help but tense slightly, his hands on his legs were clenched tightly, and the rings on his fingers drew a mark in his palm.

The unknown fire in his heart is burning more and more vigorously, and it is about to burn him out.

The red hair was greedy for Song Chuan, and looked him up and down a few times with squinting eyes, and tried to wrap his arms around his waist while Song Chuan was not paying attention.At this time, Song Chuan's head was already confused, and his stomach was burning like fire, but before Hongmao's hand touched him, he was pushed away.The visitor exerted so much force that Hongmao lost his footing and fell to the ground, bringing down a few girls by the way.

Immediately there were exclamations, shouts, and the sound of tables, stools and wine bottles being overturned one after another.

The red hair was lifted up from the ground, Yan Jingting was strong this time, but he still showed some affection, but the fall made him almost have to come out of the overnight meal, and it did not directly threaten his life.

The companion who helped him up yelled at Yan Jingting in dissatisfaction: "Isn't he just a man? You turned your face because of this?"

"Correct."

Yan Jingting's words were straightforward, and they were so angry that they spit secretly, held back the words they wanted to curse, and swallowed them back, completely missing the text.

Song Chuan was dazed for a long time, but he didn't hear this word.

"Good! Good!!" Hongmao pointed at Yan Jingting. After healed for a long time, he didn't get any better. He was supported by several people and couldn't even stand firmly, without any threat at all.

"Yan Jingting, don't think you are..." The red hair couldn't get up, and was about to yell, but was stopped by the discerning people around.

Now Yan Jingting, who has directly become the ruler of the Yan family, no one wants to touch his edge.

This is a gathering for their face, they want to please Yan Jingting and then take advantage of the opportunity to seek cooperation.

Now that the matter has come to this point, even if cooperation cannot be achieved, they cannot become enemies with him.

Although Hongmao acted boldly, he was still a person who had been in a coma for several years in the business field. He knew the seriousness, and he could only swallow his bad breath when he was stopped.

Song Chuan was dragged by Yan Jingting, and the glass of wine fell to the ground without holding onto it. The glass fell on the soft cashmere blanket without making a sound.But he himself staggered and fell into the arms of the person in front of him, a familiar light fragrance came over his face.

Even though Song Chuan was a little dizzy, he was already very familiar with this taste physically. He pushed Yan Jingting away, and stubbornly reached out to reach for the wine on the table: "I haven't finished drinking yet..."

"You want to die!" Yan Jingting gritted his back molars, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Then what does it matter to you?"

Song Chuan's eyes were blurred by the alcohol, but he still looked into Yan Jingting's eyes and sneered.

Yan Jingting was choked and speechless.

Yes, that's right, they don't have any relationship now, and what Song Chuan does has nothing to do with him.

In the past five years, Song Chuan's low eyebrows and pleasing eyes gave Yan Jingting enough self-confidence, so much so that he thought that Song Chuan would always obediently be by his side and obey everything he had.

But where is the rabbit that is always docile? When you threw it in the mud and trampled it, why didn't you think that one day it would turn around and bite you?

Song Chuan laughed sadly, and he forcibly suppressed the tears in his eyes. He would not cry in front of Yan Jingting, because it was not worth it.

Song Chuan wanted himself to always remember that Yan Jingting was not worth it.

He reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table, stopped looking at him, raised his head, and downed it in one gulp.

This sip was neat, and Song Chuan didn't know whether it was to finish the drink quickly and get the money, or to force himself to divert his attention from the man next to him.

When he was about to take the second glass, his hands were clamped, and all the wine glasses on the table were thrown to the ground by him. Yan Jingting smiled coldly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Since you want money , yes, accompany me, one hundred thousand."

The rich second generations who were watching the play looked at each other, knowing that things were about to develop in another direction, and the sensible people had already greeted each other and started to leave quietly.

But the big waves who were originally by Yan Jingting's side leaned on Yan Jingting, seeing that Yan Jingting was obviously interested in Song Chuan, a newcomer, he couldn't help feeling a sense of crisis, how could Song Chuan snatch the opportunity he finally got.

She hurriedly posted it, licking her smiling face: "Mr. Yan, he is just a newcomer and ignorant. He is better at playing than him. Why don't you find him..."

"Get out." Yan Jingting didn't even look at him, his voice was always low, but there was a faint biting chill in the low voice.

The big wave trembled, but he still didn't give up, and his charming voice said, "Mr. Yan..."

"I'll let you go." Yan Jingting turned his eyes, this was the first time that Da Bolang got his direct eyes, but Yan Jingting's direct eyes did not contain any emotion, only the chill that penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

Instinctively, Da Bo wave felt the hair on his back, smiled coquettishly, was dragged aside by the discerning girl, and was dragged out of the door.

But after a while, the door opened and closed several times, only Song Chuan and Yan Jingting were left in the room staring at each other.

Song Chuan had already had a few glasses of wine, and he was already dizzy since he hadn't been drinking much, but he still tried his best to pretend to be sober, straightened his body tenaciously, and looked directly at Yan Jingting: "You said one hundred thousand, one There must be no less portion."

Still talking about money?

Yan Jingting's anger went up to a higher level.

He stood in front of Song Chuan, and Song Chuan only had money in his eyes.

Then is he thinking about how valuable he can be in one night?

Are you willing to accompany him for money today, and dare to accompany another person for money next time?

"Since you want to accompany me, you must have the ability to accompany me and pour wine." Although the corners of Yan Jingting's lips were smiling, his eyes were foggy.

Song Chuan patted his forehead vigorously to wake himself up, walked steadily to the table, found a new one from the pile of overturned glasses, and poured half a glass of wine

Yan Jingting sat on the sofa, leaning against the back of the chair, with his lips slightly parted: "Hey me."

Song Chuan was stunned: "Don't you have hands?"

Yan Jingting raised his eyebrows at him: "Why, you haven't seen him during the time you've been in the bar?"

Song Chuan bit his lower lip and took a deep breath.

How could he have never seen it? He remembered that he was sent to the box to deliver wine on the second day when he came to work.In the small boxes downstairs, in the dark corner on the other side of the sofa, a greasy middle-aged uncle held a young girl in his arms, and the girl fed the wine into the uncle's mouth obediently.

The uncle's squinting eyes never fell on the girl.

"Why, have you never been trained here?" Yan Jingting sneered.

Yan Jingting put his gaze on Song Chuan's body. He withdrew his body and relaxed on the armchair. The two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone. He repeated, "Hey me."

Song Chuan silently clenched his fists. Between face and money, he finally chose the latter.

He poured some more wine into the goblet, and raised the glass upright in front of Yan Jingting: "Open your mouth."

Yan Jingting glanced down at the wine glass: "Who have you ever seen treat a guest like this?"

Yan Jingting tapped his long finger on the sofa beside him: "Kneel up and feed me."

Song Chuan squeezed the wine glass uncontrollably.

Half-kneeling in front of him, isn't this a typical seduction?

Yan Jingting insisted on seeing himself being insulted to this extent.

He took the wine glass and half-kneeled on the sofa, which was deeply sunken.

Song Chuan didn't expect the sofa to be so soft, his body tilted uncontrollably, and almost fell on Yan Jingting's body, but his hand was pressed against Yan Jingting's head, and the difference between the two faces was only a few centimeters. together.

Yan Jingting was also surprised for a moment, and then said: "It seems that you have learned a lot here, even this kind of trick."

This is obviously ridicule, and its roots are like thorns, piercing his heart.

Song Chuan didn't want to explain anything, Yan Jingting would not listen.

The wine glass rested on Yan Jingting's lips, Yan Jingting's eyes were dark, his cold white skin was set against the dark red wine, even if he leaned casually on the backrest, his shoulders and neck were not loose like ordinary people, but tense, his natural temperament made him No matter what happens, he is very calm and unhurried, like a vampire count in the middle ages, his bloodthirsty pupils are sizing up his prey at this moment.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, revealing a touch of taboo sexiness.

No matter how he looked at Yan Jingting's face, he would never get tired of it.

It has been deeply engraved in his mind, and he can't extricate himself. No matter where it is, he has described it thousands of times in his heart.