Mr. Yan, break up

Yan Jingting walked in front, and the cool wind blew in from the police station, lifting the corners of his clothes. Yan Jingting's straight shoulders and neckline made even a short sleeve look expensive, and the protruding shoulder blades drew two Beautiful arc.Song Chuan followed behind, staring at his back unconsciously, a lot of random thoughts came up in his heart, and he didn't know how to speak.

Shouldn't he be in bed with Qi Qianchen now?

Obviously you can find someone to handle it, why did he come in person?

He hasn't said a word since he saw himself, is he angry?

Yan Jingting didn't speak, and Song Chuan didn't know how to speak. The two left the police station one after the other. Yan Jingting turned the key in his hand and walked to the car parked beside him.Seeing Yan Jingting's car rang and the door was opened, Song Chuan said to Yan Jingting in a low voice, "Thank you."

Yan Jingting's figure paused for a moment, but there was no other reaction.The hand that was pressing on the car door suddenly showed veins, and the roots were distinct.

Song Chuan got stuck in his head, and finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward: "Yan Jingting, thank you for helping me today, another day... another day I will treat you to dinner."

Yan Jingting turned his head, his stern eyebrows and eyes were stained with a hazy filter by the dim streetlights, making him not so cold. He sneered from the corner of his lips: "Song Chuan, who did you learn this fake manner from?"

Song Chuan was choked up for a moment: "I really want to thank you."

"How can I thank you?" Yan Jingting took a step forward, and Song Chuan was directly shrouded in a tall shadow, with the other party's warm breath in his ear, "You ruined my good deed, and you just want to get rid of it with a meal?"

Qi Qianchen's ambiguous "A Ting" immediately rushed into Song Chuan's mind, his face turned red, his ears burned to his neck, and he lost most of his language ability: "I...I... sorry……"

"I'm sorry?" Yan Jingting watched him step back step by step, pressing every step of the way, "I don't want to be sorry, what I want is...how do you compensate me?"

Yan Jingting's words became more and more ambiguous, Song Chuan stretched out his hand in a hurry, and pressed his hands on Yan Jingting's chest, only a thin layer of T-shirt could not block the firm feeling at all.Song Chuan quickly withdrew his hand as if being scalded, turned around and wanted to run: "I still have something to do... let's go first... ah!"

Song Chuan screamed uncontrollably, before he could react, Yan Jingting hugged Song Chuan directly.The old policeman heard a scream outside, poked his head out from the door, and happened to see such a scene.

The old policeman turned his head helplessly: The emotional life of these children is really unusually bold and unrestrained.

Song Chuan nestled in his arms, like a little chick at the mercy of others, powerless to fight back.Yan Jingting didn't know if it was because he hadn't hugged Song Chuan for a long time, but he always felt that he seemed to be a lot lighter, and when he put his hand on Song Chuan's shoulder, he felt panicked.

Yan Jingting opened the passenger's door and directly pushed Song Chuan into the passenger's seat.

"Yan Jingting, what are you doing!"

Just as Song Chuan was about to get up, he was pressed directly on the seat again and was forced to fasten his seat belt. Yan Jingting's hand skipped over his body and pinched his waist hard——

"what!"

Song Chuan jumped up from the chair as if being pricked by a needle, was pulled back by the safety belt, and fell heavily on the seat.

His waist is extremely sensitive, Yan Jingting is not ignorant, this is intentional!

The instigator, on the other hand, kept his expression unchanged, and spit out a sentence: "I'm thinner, and the feel has deteriorated."

Song Chuan was furious. People who have already broken up are still talking about this kind of topic, is it plausible?

"roll!"

Yan Jingting sat in the driver's seat, the car started, and he glanced at Song Chuan from the corner of his eye: "Shouldn't you tell me what happened?"

The tone of understatement, but implies no doubt.

Song Chuan was shocked by his words, moved his butt unnaturally towards the car door, and said as calmly as possible: "I accidentally hurt someone, didn't the police tell you?"

Yan Jingting's hands on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turned white and bulged like jade, Song Chuan knew that he was suppressing his anger.

Sure enough, Yan Jingting turned his eyes to look at him, with a sneer on the corner of his lips: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Song Chuan couldn't help his aggressive eyes, and dodged his eyes: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

The other party obviously didn't want to let him go: "Why did you hit Lin Yue? Didn't you say he was your boyfriend?"

Song Chuan's eyes fell on the outside of the car window, and there was a stray cat wandering slowly in the green flower bed, which formed a great contrast with Song Chuan who was extremely nervous now: "I am very happy that Mr. Yan can find time to help me , but the matter between me and him should not be your business."

"Don't worry about me?" Yan Jingting repeated, "Speaking intimately, are you and him really a couple?"

Song Chuan said nothing.

Yan Jingting stepped on the accelerator directly, and the huge thrust made Song Chuan hug his seat belt tightly: "What are you doing, let me get out of the car!"

"Did Lin Yue want to do something to you, so you beat him?"

Yan Jingting's eyes were fixed on the road, but he said suddenly.

Song Chuan was startled, turned his head and denied: "No."

"Heh." Yan Jingting sneered, Song Chuan knew what the word "heh" meant, he was laughing at himself for trying to lie to him.

Yan Jingting no longer pressed questions, it could be said that he had nothing to press anymore, Song Chuan was like a blank sheet of paper in front of him, he only had to lower his eyes to know what he was thinking.

The two of them were silent all the way, Song Chuan looked at the ever-changing night scene outside the car window, but found that this road became more and more familiar.

Isn't this the way to Yan Jingting's private residence?

Yan Jingting drove Song Chuan all the way into his garage. As soon as the car stopped, Song Chuan jumped out of the car and wanted to escape, but Yan Jingting directly picked him up.

"Let me go! You call it coercion!"

Song Chuan kicked his legs unceasingly, Yan Jingting got impatient and slapped him on the buttocks.

This loud sound echoed in the garage for a long time——

"Yan Jingting, you pervert!" Song Chuan howled even louder.

Yan Jingting was so noisy that his eardrums were about to rupture, he threatened: "If you don't want me to block Lin Yue directly, you should be honest."

Song Chuan paused, and this sentence blocked the curse that he was about to blurt out: "You..."

Yan Jingting just carried him into the house, but none of them saw that in the corner of the garage, there was a person standing in the shadows and staring at the two.

This figure was slender, just standing there, as silent as a pillar.It wasn't until the two of them entered the elevator that the figure came out from the corner. She was wearing a knee-length coat, her hair was scattered on her shoulders slightly messy, and the red eye circles were still swollen. It was Qi Qianchen.

She just looked at Yan Jingting who had been saying that she didn't like others to disturb her private time an hour ago, but now she directly brought a man home.

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Song Chuan was carried on his shoulders like a sandbag. Yan Jingting opened the door, but he didn't let go of his plan. Instead, he went upstairs and opened the door——

He went straight into the bathroom, and only heard a loud "boom", and Song Chuan was thrown into the bathtub.

Before he could wake up after spinning around, "rain" started to fall directly on his head.

Yan Jingting stood by the bathtub, holding the shower head in his hand and pouring water on him.

"Yan Jingting...cough cough cough..." Song Chuan was forced to drink several mouthfuls of bath water, choking him to tears, "What are you doing..."

Normally, Yan Jingting would never lose his manner even when he was angry, but tonight he revealed the word "crazy" from his hair to the soles of his feet.

"Don't...cough, cough, cough!!" Song Chuan waved his hands indiscriminately, "What the hell do you want..."

Yan Jingting stared at him with dark and gloomy eyes, his hand holding the shower head had bulging veins, and his joints were turning white, showing how angry he was now.

When he was at the police station, he asked about the smell of alcohol on Song Chuan's body. He never took the initiative to drink, and such a strong smell of alcohol could only come from another man.

Coupled with Song Chuan's performance and Lin Yue's situation, it's hard not to think about what happened.

When he thought of a man who once held Song Chuan in his arms, maybe his hands touched Song Chuan's body, and his lips kissed Song Chuan's lips, he became mad with jealousy.

Yan Jingting threw the shower head out, and it hit the wall. The sound made Song Chuan tremble.

"You are really cheap, any man can sleep with you, right?"

Song Chuan raised his eyes and retorted in a low voice, "I didn't."

"You didn't?" Yan Jingting asked back, "Then why did you take the initiative to go to his house? What are you pretending to be noble now? Don't you know how much a drunk single man..."

Yan Jingting's chest heaved violently, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly. He didn't say the remaining two words, and he didn't need to say it.

Song Chuan raised his eyes, he was completely soaked, curled up in a corner of the bathtub, his deer eyes seemed to be covered with water, and Yan Jingting's heart moved when he saw it.

Even the arrogance just now was mostly extinguished.

He suddenly felt a little hot.The flames ignited by this glance were like a prairie fire, out of control, and the anger emanating from the inside out made him uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable when he wanted to vent but couldn't do it.

"Take a shower and change your clothes."

In Song Chuan's eyes, Yan Jingting's anger came up inexplicably, and his anger went down even more inexplicably.The man who wished to tear him alive just now dropped such a sentence, and then slammed the door behind him.

Not long after, the door was opened again, and the clothes Song Chuan had just taken off were thrown on the ground. Yan Jingting reached out and took all the clothes away. After a while, those clothes appeared in the trash can.

Smells of other men, dirty.

And it's the kind of dirty that can't be washed clean.