Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan suddenly felt that the stamina of this wine was really strong, so strong that his emotions that he had suppressed so hard broke out again.

He was really so lowly, the feelings that he had spent a lot of effort to suppress, in front of Yan Jingting's face, followed a sign and pulled them out with all his strength.Although his face hasn't changed much, in fact, his heart has long since collapsed.

Yan Jingting half leaned on the backrest, looked up at Song Chuan, his eyelids were very thin, no matter who he looked at, there was a sense of indifference.

And this indifference, in Song Chuan's eyes, turned into a ruthlessness.

He had a panoramic view of Song Chuan's drowsy state.

The brows are crimson, the tails of the eyes are affectionate, and the corners of the lips are charming.

Fatal seduction.

He works in a bar, so does his appearance appear every day?

Will there be someone who faces him so closely like him now?

Would he also give himself to someone else's bed for money like today?

Yan Jingting's nest is getting hotter and hotter, Song Chuan is willing to do this kind of work here by himself, and he doesn't want to be a lover who doesn't worry about food and clothing by his side.

He snatched the glass away.

Before Song Chuan could react, the wine glass had been snatched away, and he felt dizzy all over, and he was crushed on the sofa in a blink of an eye.A figure pressed up in front of him, his lips covered with a cold one.Mixed with the strong smell of red wine, and the woody smell from Yan Jingting's body.

Yan Jingting pressed extremely hard on his lips, without any love skills at all, the kiss made him painful.

Tossing between lips, sinking two people.

Song Chuan's head was chaotic, he had been kissed so much that he didn't know where to go, and he felt like he was stepping on a swamp, letting himself be pulled down, and the darkness slowly covered him...

No, he can't!

Song Chuan freed one hand, pinched himself fiercely, and forcibly woke himself up from the intoxication.He put his hands on Yan Jingting's chest, trying to push him away.

Yan Jingting's lips parted slightly from his, and his moist and hot breath spread over his neck, his voice sank into Song Chuan's ear, and he said word by word: "One hundred thousand."

This sentence works very well.

Song Chuan's hand stopped slowly.

The next day, Song Chuan woke up in a private room comparable to a luxury hotel. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his body seemed to be falling apart and put back together again. Whether it was joints, bones or flesh, everything except Acid is pain.

He opened his eyes, his memory lagged after drinking, and it took him a long time to restart to sort out what happened last night.

It's nothing more than being suppressed by others and doing it again and again.

He turned his gaze around before confirming his location - the private room on the top floor.For better "service", the bar not only arranges luxurious private rooms on this floor, but also special private rooms that are convenient for "doing business".

This private room is designed strictly according to the five-star hotel design. The side facing the bed is a huge one-way floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight pours in from the window, filling half of the room with morning light.

And Yan Jingting was sitting in this sunshine, his hair was half-wet, all behind his head, revealing his smooth forehead, only a few disobedient strands hanging slightly in front of his eyes.He was still wearing a bathrobe, and was sitting on the sofa with his head slightly lowered, looking at his phone.

The sound of Song Chuan waking up startled him, Yan Jingting's eyes turned from the phone and fell on him.

Seeing Song Chuan covered his head in the quilt, then stretched out one hand, moved it to the side of the clothes, and then fiddled with the quilt for a long time like a silkworm chrysalis before putting on the clothes.

Yan Jingting looked at him with some amusement, pretending to be innocent even after being seen all over.

Song Chuan put on his clothes and got out of bed. He wanted to walk harder, but the soreness between his legs almost made him kneel on the ground first.Song Chuan calmly stabilized his figure, then walked over, stretched out his hand and said to him, "I'm asleep, too, one hundred thousand."

Relentless and crisp.

Don't let him forget the relationship between the two of them who just slept for money last night, right?

The smile on Yan Jingting's lips suddenly withdrew.

His jaw was tense, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

Song Chuan knew that Yan Jingting was angry, but he was no longer the Song Chuan who was always begging to please.

He met Yan Jingting's eyes without hesitation: "One hundred thousand."

Song Chuan just made up his mind that he would obediently pay the money. After all, he has been together for five years, and he thinks he can pinpoint this point. .

Yan Jingting clenched his hands tightly, wishing he could crush the phone in his hand as Song Chuan on the spot.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll give it."

After all, he called someone to prepare a hundred thousand and transferred it to Song Chuan.

The people under Yan Jingting were extremely quick in their work, but after a short while, a payment collection message popped up on Song Chuan's cell phone.

One hundred thousand, no more, no less.

"Song Chuan, you can do this for money, are you cheap?"

Yan Jingting picked up his lips and sneered.

Cheap or not?

These three words, like a sharp knife, struck his heart so hard that no blood could be seen from the pain.

Song Chuan choked for breath, and then raised his lips and smiled, which was extremely bright under the sun: "I don't need to trouble Manager Yan, it's just business."

"I'll accept the [-]. Welcome to Mr. Yan next time."

Song Chuan walked swiftly, and as soon as the door opened and closed, his figure disappeared in the doorway.

Yan Jingting's pupils shrank, and the mobile phone in his hand was thrown out by his master, hit the door, and only heard a sound, it was completely shattered and died.

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Song Chuan took the money and came out of the room, just in time to meet a girl going out from another room.

Song Chuan immediately recognized her as the girl who led him to the box last night.

She was still wearing yesterday's work clothes, rumpled around her body, her coat was draped over her elbows, her make-up had been heavily applied, and her hair was tousled.He met Song Chuan's eyes, and stroked his hair with his hands to make himself look less embarrassed. With a cigarette between Yin Hong's fingertips, he began to smoke early in the morning.

When she saw Song Chuan come out of the room, she understood what he did last night at a glance, and forced a smile from her throat: "It's only been less than a month, and you hooked up?"

Song Chuan's hand to close the door froze, and the door behind him slammed.

The girl was startled, and then she laughed and said, "It seems that you are not good at serving. You can learn from my sister. I can still get twenty to thirty thousand a night."

Two or three thousand?

Song Chuan sneered in his heart, Yan Jingting really thought highly of him and gave him [-].

Should you be happy?

Song Chuan didn't want to pay attention to her, and he didn't make himself so cheap that he could talk about a hundred thousand a night.

Although he feels that he is cheap enough now.

Seeing that Song Chuan ignored her, the girl became even more interested, and followed him all the way into the elevator. There were a few people standing in the elevator, and Song Chuan automatically stood in the corner, and the girl posted it on purpose.

Deliberately leaning beside Song Chuan, leaning her proud chest against him.

The people in the elevator are no strangers to this.

The smell of perfume on the girl's body was mixed with the smell of cigarettes and wine, which penetrated into Song Chuan's nose, making him frown.

The girl continued to ask him unwillingly: "I heard that the other party is Yan Jingting, how much did he give you?"

With this sentence, the girl obviously regarded him as the same person as herself.

The kind of person who sells his dignity and body for money.

Song Chuan silently clenched the hand hanging by his side. The [-] on the bank card is still fresh and warm. Doesn't this just explain: He is now... isn't this kind of person?

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Seeing that she couldn't get him back with a few words, the girl curled her lips, and deliberately said loudly, "Why are you pretending to be noble? How many clean people can enter here?"

Song Chuan pinched his palm fiercely, he couldn't justify it, because it was the truth.

The elevator went all the way to the downstairs, and Song Chuan went out as if escaping from the crowd, the girl obviously didn't want to spare him, and shouted loudly to the back: "They are all doing the same business, who do you look down on? Now pretending to be high-spirited, you can't tell how flirty it is on the bed."

The words are full of swearing.

But he has no way to refute.

There were not many people downstairs, and most of them were cleaning up after the carnival last night, and they were all concerned with the matter at hand.And these words, like a thunderclap on the ground, caused everyone to raise their eyes, curiously raising their eyes to look at the two people.

Song Chuan felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street for people to appreciate, without any dignity at all.

That's right, since he chose to do this, why would he talk about dignity.

Song Chuan went all the way across the messy dance floor to the backstage, and inquired about Luo Yan's whereabouts from a few waiters who hadn't had time to leave.

After Luo Yan passed out drunk last night, he was taken directly to the staff dormitory on the first floor to make do for the night, and he hasn't seen him yet.

When Song Chuan arrived, the sound of opening the door woke Luo Yan up.

The boy lived for 18 years, behaved well and honestly, and never even drank alcohol secretly.If he hadn't been forced to be like this by life, he should be an ordinary student who is studying in the classroom and sprinting for the third year of high school.

Luo Yan was so drunk that he was drunk all night. When he just woke up, his memory was still stuck in last night. When he saw the dilapidated staff dormitory in front of him, he was at a loss and didn't react.

When he saw Song Chuan in a blink of an eye, tears rolled down his face before he could speak: "Brother Song, I haven't finished drinking..."

The young man buried his head in his arms, crying heart-rendingly, with a weeping voice intermittently: "Brother Song, I'm not paying the money anymore..."

Money, money again.

The only thing that can drive people to this point is money.

Those rich young men who spend a lot of money casually throw one hundred and eighty thousand for fun, but they don't know that someone can sell themselves for some money.

"Why are you in such a hurry to ask for money?" Song Chuan sighed softly, stroking Luo Yan's back, and asked slowly.

Luo Yan cried with snot and tears, and said, sobbing: "They... called me again, and I... still haven't paid the money."

They are, of course, his father's creditors.

"They... said they were going to find someone... to beat my dad, and chop off... his hand. Brother Song, I really... really have no choice."

"It's okay, we have a solution."

Song Chuan looked at Luo Yan's back that was trembling from crying, he was only a young man, so he had to endure this.Song Chuan also felt very uncomfortable. After a long while, he felt ruthless: "How much do you want?"

When Luo Yan heard this, he seemed to be grabbing some life-saving straw, and looked at him with red eyes: "I still owe... 120 million, and they want... 12 this time."

Song Chuan patted him on the head: "Give me the card number, brother will help you."