Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan gave out all the [-] yuan that had just been put into his pocket and hadn't been warmed up yet. By the way, he pooled up the remaining [-] yuan in his card and transferred it to him as well.

This time, no matter whether it was the selling money or the principal, all of them were given away cleanly.

Holding the phone, Luo Yan looked at the account information in disbelief, and counted five or six times in a row before he could believe that the 12 was indeed followed by four zeros, and looked at him with teary eyes: "Brother Song, where are you?" money?"

Song Chuan remembered Yan Jingting's face, his buttocks were still hurting, and said angrily: "I was bitten by a dog, and I will pay for it."

Luo Yan knew that this sentence was Song Chuan's prevarication, and when he thought about last night, he could guess all kinds of things.It was inconvenient to ask more questions, and said cautiously: "Then I... I will definitely return it to you in the future."

"Okay." Song Chuan patted his head and agreed with a smile. He knew in his heart that it would be more reliable to let a child who couldn't protect himself pay back the money than let himself sell himself a few more times.

But Song Chuan just thought about it for himself, and he really couldn't do such a thing as prostitution.

After coaxing the child, Song Chuan silently checked his account information and sighed silently.The result of being such a hero is that after working for so long, not only did he not make any money, but he also managed to earn [-] yuan.

Song Chuan felt that he was no longer so poor that he only had underwear left, but so poor that he could run naked.

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After drinking all the wine last night, Song Chuan's stomach started to colic again, so he swallowed two pills whole, asked for leave by the way, and simply rested for a day.I lay on the bed for a day and a night, and came to work the next night as usual.

I don't know if Song Chuan's face became famous among the rich second generation that night. There were a lot of people who came to him that night. With this face, he was very popular among the rich children. In the evening, they sold one after another for a lot of money.

That's twice as much as he usually does!

But this is far from redeeming the ancestral home.

On this day, Song Chuan went to give wine to others as usual, and accidentally ran into a man head-on.The man's long-haired leather jacket is very eye-catching, and there is an extremely retro trend among a group of fashionable young men and women.The man held an unlit cigarette in his hand, and was still on the phone in the other hand, smiling carefully when he spoke.

He seemed to be in a hurry, even if he was bumped head-on by Song Chuan, he didn't care, he just retreated to the side, lowering his head to hide.

The light was dim, and Song Chuan kept nodding and bowing to apologize, but he didn't see the other party's face.

Song Chuan came back with the wine, just in time to see the man coming back from the door, the two of them were facing each other, and the light came on, so he couldn't help but be taken aback.

The man stared at him for a long while before asking incredulously, "Song Chuan?"

"Lin Yue?"

Isn't this the little director who sent him to the hospital in the rain that day?

Lin Yue was also surprised when he saw him. He looked up and down at the work clothes on Song Chuan's body, and his expression suddenly became indescribable: "Are you... working here?"

Song Chuan knew what Lin Yue was thinking, and he didn't want to explain anything, so he nodded, "Yes."

Song Chuan just lowered his eyes, and shook his head pretending to be relaxed: "It's not for living, just to make a living."

"Who isn't." Lin Yue echoed casually, and laughed at himself, "I don't have any achievements now, just an ordinary small director, and now I have to seek investment from those big bosses in order to make a living."

"Being scolded every day like a grandson, the people under him can't keep it, they just want to run away, and they can't even find a suitable actor for a movie."

Song Chuan sighed approvingly, Lin Yue's eyes suddenly fell on Song Chuan, he didn't know what he was thinking, and looked him over carefully: "Do you want to work with me now?"

"what?"

Lin Yue leaned on Song Chuan's shoulder: "I'm recruiting actors here, you come play a role and see how it goes."

"Actor?" Song Chuan never thought in his life that he would have a relationship with this industry, "I have never learned..."

"You still need to learn? Don't these young actors rely on their appearances now, and you will lose out as an actor if you have a bad appearance. If you become popular, you will earn millions in a year at least."

Lin Yue was very interested in him, Song Chuan's face was the most lovable little fresh meat now, delicate yet recognizable.It doesn't matter if you haven't studied acting, anyway, it's sent to play a role in a low-cost small drama. Nowadays, people just like to look at their faces. If they are well received, they will become popular.

"One million..." Song Chuan murmured, slightly shaken in his heart, if there were one million, he would be able to buy back the ancestral house.

But... If it doesn't become popular, wouldn't he lose his job?

Lin Yue didn't force him, but just gave Song Chuan his mobile phone number: "If you think about it, come to me."

Lin Yue gave him his number and hurried to the box, and the two of them continued their work without saying a word.

Maybe this number was really an omen. When Song Chuan finished his work in the early morning and just changed his clothes, he saw the fat boss appearing at the door.

The fat boss looked at him hesitantly, and said to him very reluctantly: "Xiao Song, you... you better stop doing it here."

Song Chuan was taken aback: "Why?"

The fat boss said inexplicably: "Have you offended Mr. Yan's family? It is the new leader of the Yan family, named... Yan Jingting."

Song Chuan was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly understood.

Yan Jingting, Yan Jingting again.

Yan Jingting never wanted to let him go.

Although the fat boss has a fierce face, he treats Song Chuan fairly well. After all, the sales volume has increased a lot during the period of Song Chuan's presence, but even so, he dare not confront Yan Jingting. I am happy, my small shop will be closed as soon as I say it.

"Xiao Song, don't blame me, we are also a small business, and I can't afford to offend the Yan family, don't you think so?"

Song Chuan nodded, took a deep breath, and smiled apologetically: "I see."

The boss settled Song Chuan's salary for this period of time, no more and no less than tens of thousands.

When he left, he didn't tell Luo Yan. He wanted to sneak away by himself, so that Luo Yan, a child with overdeveloped tear ducts, would hold him and cry until he saw it.But who would have thought that the boss was too kind, so he notified him of the incident when he went out, and even called Song Chuan to say goodbye to his friends.

Say goodbye, say it as if he is going to burp and disappear forever in a second.

So Song Chuan was hugged by Luo Yan and cried for another two hours.

The world of teenagers is always too small, it's just that they can't see each other every day, it can be regarded as parting from life and death.Luo Yan cried until Song Chuan couldn't organize words to coax him, then looked at him with red eyes and asked, "Brother Song, will you come to see me in the future?"

"meeting."

Song Chuan agreed, and looked at the boy for a long time: "You must protect yourself."

"Also, leave here as soon as possible."

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Yan Jingting was on the top floor at this time, wearing a bathrobe casually, stepping on the cashmere carpet with bare feet, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and the faint aroma of coffee wafted in the room.He stood by the window and looked out, looking at the sliver of morning light in the early morning sky.

The phone rang suddenly, and he looked down, not surprised to see a familiar note.

Yan Jingting slowly sipped the coffee in his hand before answering the phone.

Song Chuan's voice appeared in the receiver, trembling with extreme anger: "Yan Jingting, do you really want to kill them all?"

Yan Jingting smiled slightly and said intentionally, "Song Chuan, come and beg me."

"Please, continue to be my lover, I will give you as much money as you want."

Song Chuan's hand holding the mobile phone was already trembling slightly, but Yan Jingting was still so arrogant, he thought that he had power, money, face, and a lot of suitors around him, and everyone should bow down at his feet.

He thought that he was the high-ranking king, self-righteous, and felt that if he gave a little something, he could throw other people's sincerity under his feet, and in exchange for people chasing after him like a dog.

It took him five years to understand the truth, how could he fall into it again?

"Yan Jingting, in your eyes, what is emotion?"

Song Chuan suddenly spoke up.

Yan Jingting was stopped by this sentence, and there was a long pause on the phone without speaking.

"Love is daring to give up everything for you, daring to give you everything I have, and even daring to cut out my heart and put it in your hands. In the past five years, I have given up on the Song family, on Tengyue, on Grandpa. I rarely trust others, but I have never doubted you. I trust you unconditionally and put all my life's love on you. My sincerity has been given to you, but..."

Song Chuan choked up for a moment, and continued: "But you crushed my heart and threw it on the ground without even looking at it, you just treated it like a cat or a dog, thinking that if you gave me food, I would be fine." Look after your house obediently. But cats and dogs also need company, not to mention that I am human!"

"I have a heart, I will hurt, I will feel uncomfortable when I hear you say that the food I cooked with my own hands is unpalatable, I will see you and others holding hands in front of the media and at receptions and pretending to be a superficial couple. Every time you throw me aside and walk past me indifferently, you will be sad because you will never admit me and have no sense of security."

Yan Jingting was silent, he suddenly felt a little tight in his chest.

"And you never know, and you don't bother to know, because you have no feelings, because you don't love me at all."

One-sided love is always humble.

Song Chuan couldn't cry at this time. He poured out all his grievances for five years, and felt much more relaxed. He wiped away his tears: "We have already broken up, Yan Jingting, please let me go."