Mr. Yan, break up

It was already late at night, Yan Jingting's company came back, and after Song Chuan left in the morning, he didn't stay on the set and went back to the company directly.During the few days he was absent, the company had piled up a lot of affairs, and he had been busy until now before returning home. After taking a brief shower, he sat in the living room in his bathrobe and continued to deal with official affairs.

It has been nearly twelve hours since he had lunch, and his stomach was very uncomfortable, so he finally moved the big driver and opened the door of the refrigerator, which was full of either wine or various beverages. Things, nothing else but two cucumbers.

Yan Jingting couldn't help but fell into deep thought, what would he eat at this time before?

He would go to Song Chuan's house and force him to get out of bed to cook for himself.

Why is it Song Chuan again!

Yan Jingting really felt that he was crazy recently.

He made a cup of coffee, watched the steaming heat lingering in front of his eyes, and the rich and bitter aroma lingered on the tip of his nose, at least he drove the shadow of Song Chuan out of his mind for a while.

With a cup of coffee in his hand, Yan Jingting sat on the sofa again. He just turned on the computer, and before he could take a look, the doorbell rang.

Like a conditioned reflex, he immediately frowned, and dared to knock on his door at midnight, knowing who it was without thinking.

The doorbell rang for a long time but no one came. Someone outside took the initiative to open the door. With the sound of the door opening, a brisk female voice came: "A Ting!"

Qi Qianchen came in from the door, carrying a lunch box in his hand, not treating himself as an outsider at all, he took out his slippers and put on his slippers, and walked in.

Yan Jingting raised his eyes and glanced at her. She knew the password a few days ago, and Yan Jingting has not had time to change it until now. This is the first time she dared to open the door and come in so boldly.

Qi Qianchen was still flirting with Yan Jingting on the set today, but later saw that the other party had no intention of comforting him at all. She, a daughter of a thousand gold, was angry for half a day, and then posted it automatically, with a smile on her face , as if the person who had just quarreled with Yan Jingting was not himself.

"A Ting, I heard from my assistant that you didn't eat tonight, so I made a bento for you." Hearing this tone, Qi Qianchen already regarded himself as the master, approached him intimately, opened the lunch box in his hand, and filled the table .

The food was exquisite and exuded a faint fragrance. Although Yan Jingting was a little hungry, he just glanced down.

No amount of hunger could match the displeasure in his heart.

Yan Jingting doesn't like being disturbed when he is alone. On weekdays, he needs to face all kinds of opponents and business friends on the surface, and only when he is alone can he become real and calm down.

He clearly remembered that when Qi Qianchen asked to live together, he explicitly said this.

He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, put the coffee aside, looked at her happily, and said in a neutral way: "Don't you need to film?"

The smile on Qi Qianchen's lips remained undiminished, and he said, "I asked for leave from the crew, so I'll be with you."

As she spoke, she stuffed the chopsticks into Yan Jingting's hands: "Try it, I made it myself."

Yan Jingting's eyelids sank, and he glanced at the takeaway label that hadn't been torn off at the bottom of the lunch box. This young lady probably couldn't tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Cooking?

It's really nonsense.

Yan Jingting reminded coldly: "I said before, I don't like being disturbed about my private time, have you forgotten?"

The last three words were said without any expression, and the eyes were gloomy, like ice piercing into the bone, no one could not help but tremble when looking at it.

Qi Qianchen's smile froze on his face: "I'm your girlfriend, am I not? Why do you reject me so much?"

She looks glamorous, and she looks even more beautiful without makeup, but such a beautiful woman seems to be just a talking doll in Yan Jingting's eyes.

He put the chopsticks on the table, and looked at her more and more impatiently: "I think you should know."

"I know, of course I know," Qi Qianchen finally couldn't help it, with a crying voice and tears in his eyes, "You need a girlfriend from a good family background to maintain your business cooperation, and I need a rich and prestigious boyfriend. The heat..."

"So we are just a cooperative relationship." Yan Jingting added mercilessly.

"But I like you!" Qi Qianchen broke out, roaring and crying.

All the enthusiasm is deceiving. From the first time she saw Yan Jingting, she liked him, and she fell in love with him so hard that she couldn't help it. The enthusiasm was just an excuse to deal with Yan Jingting.

She was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she can get what she wants at will, how proud she is, but now, she crushes her pride and presents it to him, but she can't even get a heart.

Isn't she pretty?Isn't she sexy?There are so many men who like her in this world, why does Yan Jingting treat him with contempt?

Yan Jingting just looked at her like this, without the slightest emotion.

Qi Qianchen held his arm humbly, and tears fell down in big drops, soaking in the woolen blanket on the ground: "We will get married in the future, I don't ask you to accept it now, I can wait, I can wait slowly, ah court……"

Her voice became pleading, and as she spoke, she reached out to unzip her own zipper, and the knee-length coat fell off in response, and there was actually a sexy suspender inside.

The sexy black suspenders set off her exquisite figure, making her extremely hot.

Qi Qianchen leaned close to Yan Jingting's body, took off half of his sling, and tried to caress Yan Jingting's slender neck with his hands, spinning around his Adam's apple.

The perfume on her body is very strong, it is obviously the world's top perfume, but Yan Jingting always feels that it is smoky.

Not as good as that simple and refreshing soap smell.

Seeing that Yan Jingting didn't dodge, Qi Qianchen continued to lean forward boldly, and just as Yan Jingting's signature was about to be imprinted on her lips, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Yan Jingting lowered his eyes.

There are two characters displayed on it: Song Chuan.

Yan Jingting stood up directly, and the woman hanging on him fell to the ground in embarrassment without paying attention.

He picked up the phone, and there was Song Chuan's voice on the other side, hesitating for a long time before speaking intermittently: "Yan... Yan Jingting, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

To be honest, when Song Chuan made this call, he felt particularly uneasy. He couldn't guarantee whether Yan Jingting would help him, and he was only holding on to a faint hope, because this was the only thing he could find in his entire address book. people.

"A Ting..." Suddenly a sticky female voice came from the phone, and Song Chuan's hand shook.

It was self-evident what was going on over the phone.

Song Chuan felt that a needle had been pricked in his heart.

"If you have something to do, forget it."

Yan Jingting was very annoyed by this mother-in-law's tone, so he simply asked, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Qi Qianchen leaned forward resolutely, like a seductive beauty snake clinging to Yan Jingting's body, his voice was crisp enough to the bone.

Yan Jingting didn't push her away, his selfishness was at work, he just wanted Song Chuan to hear that even if he was gone, there would be no shortage of bed warmers around him.

Song Chuan knew that he shouldn't interrupt his good deeds, and hurriedly explained: "Actually, I just need someone to help me. You don't need to come in person, you can send someone..."

Yan Jingting became impatient: "What's the matter?"

Song Chuan hesitated for a moment before he dared to whisper, "I'm at...the police station..."

The phone was hung up quickly, and Qi Qianchen was like a piece of garbage stuck to his body, thrown on the ground after being used, without even turning his eyes.

Qi Qianchen watched Yan Jingting's long legs pass by before his eyes, and went upstairs. When he came down, he had already changed into a suit of clothes, and his steps were hurried, with a bunch of car keys in his hand.

This... the matter hasn't even started yet, so he's leaving?

Yan Jingting walked to the door quickly, and finally remembered that there was another person in the room, and turned around and left only one sentence to her: "Go or not, it's up to you."

Then Qi Qianchen just watched the door being slammed shut, and she knelt on the ground for a long time in a daze before realizing it belatedly:

She was dumped.

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Song Chuan huddled on the bench by himself, with his head against the wall, and the soft "A Ting" from Yan Jingting's phone just now echoed in his mind.

If I guessed right, that person is Qi Qianchen, and the two of them...are having sex.

Yan Jingting will not come, he is lingering in the gentle village, how can he take care of himself?Song Chuan can only hope that he can show mercy and send someone to pick him up, and don't let him wait here.

"Song Chuan!"

The little policeman yawned and stood at the door and shouted to him from a distance: "Someone is here to pick you up."

Song Chuan went out obediently, and the little policeman pointed to a closed door and said to him: "The person who came to pick you up is going through the formalities inside, just wait a moment."

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, the door was opened, and a slender and tall figure came out. Yan Jingting was wearing a simple short-sleeved trousers in a hurry, his hair was still slightly wet, and his head was in a shapeless mess. With a slight hook, he nodded at the little policeman, and looked at Song Chuan again without any expression in his eyes.

But Song Chuan couldn't be more clear in his heart, how magnificent the waves are under his surface.