Mr. Yan, break up

Yan Jingting seemed to be doing well among these rich kids, and when they saw him coming, they all crowded around him.The corners of Yan Jingting's lips curled up in a decent manner. He was born with a good appearance, and his temperament was not inferior to those wealthy young men, and he was able to talk and laugh with everyone with ease.Compared with him, Song Chuan is an ugly duckling who accidentally got mixed up with the swans, completely out of tune with the environment.

Yan Jingting got along like a fish in water among that group of people, and he didn't forget to pick up the wine glass and raise an eyebrow at Song Chuan, clinking the glass in the air, his long fingers against the scarlet liquid, it was indescribably beautiful.Just this one action made Song Chuan's heart skip a beat.

The reception was polite on the surface, but in fact it was undercurrents. The representatives of the companies spoke stably, which made Song Chuan, an honest man, really uncomfortable. A man slipped out of the venue.

Like him, there were a few rich kids who were staying outside. In order not to meet them, Song Chuan turned twice and turned into a dead end.But their footsteps were getting louder and louder in their ears, laughing wantonly and joking, amidst their contemptuous jokes, Song Chuan heard his name, and he had no choice but to dodge into a storage room .

Those rich kids stopped outside the door, and their voices reached Song Chuan's ears without hesitation: "Have you heard, that Song Chuan, his mother was the one who broke up with the poor boy in the past, and even cut off his mother?" The relationship with Teng Yue, and then the one that was abandoned."

"I heard from my dad, look at him like that, he can't even speak a word, and he grew up with his mother who doesn't know where. With that temperament, even if he puts on the skin of the heir to Pengyue, he still has the same temperament in his bones. Poor."

"But he looks pretty good, but his personality is a bit soft, so it can be seen that his father is definitely not bad looking, so it's no wonder he was able to abduct the only daughter of Peng Yue."

"Isn't it good to have a soft personality? Teng Yue is the only heir. If you work harder and abduct him, won't Teng Yue be yours then?"

A few malicious laughter came from outside the door, and Song Chuan inside the door could only shrink in the dark storage room, covering his mouth and forcing himself not to cry.

Song Chuan heard from the old servant at home that when his father and mother fell in love, his grandfather stopped him.Grandpa could tell at a glance that his father was a prodigal son with malicious intentions, but his mother had secretly agreed with him long ago, and even insisted on breaking off the relationship with grandpa for his father's sake.But when she decided to live a life of poverty with her father, and even gave birth to Song Chuan for him, she found out that her father was really as grandpa expected, and he only showed his affection on purpose for the sake of her mother's status. When her mother lost her former glory , he showed his true colors, spent a lot of time outside and didn't come home, and finally died in a drunk driving accident.

Song Chuan was still a baby at that time, and his mother raised him in the ancestral house alone.

In their mouths, and even in the entire business circle, mother is a laughing stock, a joke that anyone can talk about at will.

"It's not good to talk about people behind their backs."

It was that calm and teasing voice again, which reached Song Chuan's ears through the thin door.Outside, Yan Jingting was shaking a goblet in his hand, came out of the venue with a slight smile on his face, and winked at a few girls, who immediately blushed.

Seeing him coming, the kids from the rich family didn't say anything more, they greeted him happily and walked away pushing and shoving each other.After a few people disappeared at the door, Yan Jingting's eyes swept away the teasing just now, and were replaced by a layer of gloom, which was frighteningly cold. He exerted a little force in his hand, and the goblet shattered, and the scarlet wine dripped down his palm. It dripped on the ground bit by bit, as coquettish as fresh blood.

He looked at the red wine on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Everyone is cheap."

Song Chuan only knew that someone outside helped him, but he didn't hear Yan Jingting's lowered voice behind him.He wanted to wait for the man to leave before coming out, but unexpectedly his legs became numb from squatting, and he fell before he could stand up, and the sound alarmed the people outside.

The door was opened, Song Chuan raised his eyes, a slightly surprised but still smiling handsome face appeared in front of him, and then a slender white hand stretched out to him: "It's all right."

This sentence, this face, Song Chuan has been trapped for five years.

Although later, he understood that Yan Jingting was always called the laughing ghost because of the deep scheming hidden under that always smiling face.And he helped himself back then because of Yan Jingting's special status, and because of this status, he was pointed out since he was a child.

What Yan Jingting hates are those who gossip behind their backs, and it has nothing to do with Song Chuan.

But Song Chuan still fell into it.

It was as if he knew that it was a poisonous poppy, but he still ran towards him without hesitation.

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The next day, when Song Chuan woke up, Yan Jingting had already left, and the bed beside him was sunken into a human shape, but it had already lost its temperature.

His stomach was already feeling better. He had just taken some medicine when his cell phone rang. It was a call from the supervisor.

"Hey?"

The supervisor's voice was very low, as if it was deliberately lowered, but it was hasty: "Xiao Chuan, are you free now?"

Song Chuan was a little hesitant, but still said, "I'm free."

"If you are free, can you talk about a cooperation for me?"

Song Chuan agreed, and the supervisor quickly sent him the address. He took a taxi, and according to the address given by the supervisor, he didn't understand why the supervisor had to let him come when he got there——

Opposite the negotiating table sat an old man over half a century old. He was wearing a pure black suit at the age when he should be walking a bird and playing chess. Song Chuan sat facing each other.

This is none other than Teng Yue's boss, Song Chuan's grandfather, Song Qin.

The cooperation talks went smoothly, but after a process, the negotiation ended in only 10 minutes, and Teng Yue didn't make any troubles. This made Song Chuan even more convinced that Song Qin came here for the purpose: to find himself.

After Song Qin signed the contract, the secretary at the side finished packing up the contract and walked out on high heels. There was only the two of them in the huge negotiating room.Song Qin looked at him for a while, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Song Chuan looked at his grandfather's face from afar, wondering if it was because he hadn't seen him for a long time, but he always felt that his grandfather seemed much older.

Song Qin took a sip of the tea in front of him and asked after a pause, "Are you going home?"

Song Chuan paused for a long time, silently clenched his hands hidden under the table, and shook his head.

Song Qin closed his eyes, Song Chuan didn't see a tear he hid, only knew that it seemed that he had lost a lot of energy to say it: "Then don't come back forever, you go out...cough cough cough cough! !!"

Song Qin, who was still fine just now, didn't know what went wrong, and suddenly coughed violently, his face was flushed red from choking, and bloodshot eyes were also seeping.

"Grandpa!" Song Chuan was impatient and was about to step forward.

Song Qin pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and covered his mouth. An unstoppable cough leaked from between his fingers, but his voice was firm and could not be refused: "Get out!!"

The female secretary who had just left hurriedly came back, while stroking Song Qin's back, she gave Song Chuan a hard look, and her tone was unquestionably indifferent: "Mr. Song, please go out."

Song Chuan stood there for a long time, and bowed deeply to him: "I'm sorry, Grandpa."

"Get out!" Grandpa's voice was already a little hoarse, and the female secretary looked at him with reprimand, so Song Chuan had no choice but to back out of the room.

He stood in front of the door, listening to the anxious voice of the female secretary inside, Song Chuan couldn't stop crying. He took two steps back, knelt heavily on the ground, and kowtowed three times: "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"Grandpa, I will let you accept him one day."

Song Chuan outside the door left with heavy steps, and Song Qin inside the door removed the handkerchief by his mouth. The pure white handkerchief seemed bright red.The female secretary helped him, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Song, your health is getting worse and worse. If you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on. Just tell Mr. Song, at least..."

"What's the matter?" Song Qin looked at her, the female secretary suddenly couldn't speak, Song Qin said in a hoarse voice, "I'm dying, everything is dying, I can't save him, and he can't be saved, why don't we let Let him go like this."

As he said that, Song Qin's eyes fell outside the window, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the entire city.After a few days of continuous rain, today's sun is just right, and the bright eyes shine on the thin figure downstairs, reflecting a long and narrow shadow: "He and his mother's habits are carved out of the same mold." Yes, if you have bad eyesight, your life will be even worse."