Mr. Yan, break up

After Song Chuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he found that his clothes had disappeared at the door, and a bathrobe was draped over the original place.

He poked his head out, looked left and right to make sure his clothes had "flyed", then picked up the bathrobe and put it on.Yan Jingting's bathrobe was too big, and it was loose and loose on his body. What's more important was that he had nothing but a bathrobe all over his body, especially between his legs, which was poured into it, and it was chilly.

Even when he came down from upstairs, he had to lean against the wall and walk in small steps, pressing the hem of his bathrobe, wishing he could walk like a "famous lady", although the man sitting in the living room downstairs didn't have this hobby to see him.

Song Chuan moved down from upstairs, looked at the back figure on the sofa who was close at hand, and suddenly didn't know how to call him.

"Hi, Yan Jingting!"

Too pompous.

"Thank you, Yan Jingting."

Too serious.

"Yan Jingting, hello."

Saying hello when we met half an hour ago, I'm afraid it will be regarded as crazy.

The embarrassment came back when he just came out of the police station, how should he speak?

"Go and cook."

"what?"

The man on the sofa seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he said directly without turning his head. Song Chuan was still immersed in thinking about how he should speak without being so blunt, but he was so stuck by this sentence that he couldn't react.

"Aren't you going to invite me to dinner?" Yan Jingting turned his head, with a rather helpless expression on his face, "Then go cook."

Song Chuan was a little confused, what Yan Jingting understood when he said please eat... seems to be a little different?

Although it was a bit sudden, Song Chuan obediently entered the kitchen because he was his benefactor.

Yan Jingting's kitchen is very large, with all kinds of tableware and electrical appliances neatly placed on the table.The stove was clean, bright enough to reveal a person's shadow, and there was no sign of having been in the kitchen. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was absolutely no oily smoke here.

Even the issued ones are almost new, and there are even a few that have not even opened the packaging.

There were two big bags of food ingredients on the table, and there was a delivery label on the package, and the delivery time on it was exactly 10 minutes ago.

Co-author Yan Jingting just bought this.

The door of the kitchen is transparent, and Yan Jingting has a computer on his lap, but his eyes have already moved away from the kitchen, and he doesn't even know that the computer screen is off.The extremely slender figure in the kitchen hesitated for a while, then began to busily prepare the ingredients.Now he is bowing his waist and lowering his head to wash vegetables, the vertebrae at the back of his neck are too protruding, the belt of the bathrobe around his waist has been wrapped around his waist and looks loose, and the exposed calves are as thin as the arms of ordinary people.

When did he get so skinny?

Yan Jingting was suddenly puzzled.

Or was he so thin in the first place, and he never noticed it?

Just as he was thinking, his mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, Yan Jingting looked down at the caller ID, and frowned directly.

He glanced at the figure in the kitchen, Song Chuan's arms were up and down, and the sound of the knife colliding with the chopping board came, and he didn't notice what was behind him at all.

Yan Jingting got up and went to the balcony with his mobile phone. The cold wind in the early morning made his voice a little broken, which also diluted the impatience in his tone: "Hello?"

"A Ting," Qi Qianchen's gentle voice came from the receiver, straight to the point, "Father said that he wants to see you tomorrow."

"see me?"

Yan Jingting had a bad premonition in his heart. Qi Qianchen's father, Qi Rui, was one of the city's top real estate tycoons.The eldest son of the Yan family had an accident and the Yan family was almost unable to turn over. Yan Jingting used means to maintain the Yan family first, and then entered into a cooperative relationship with the Qi family through the "love relationship" of Qi Qianchen, the young lady of the Qi family. Completely back to life.

Qi Rui is over 50 years old and has only daughter Qi Qianchen under his knees. He regards this precious daughter more important than his own life, even Qi Qianchen's "boyfriend" Yan Jingting especially values ​​it.

Although he often talked about the hope that the two of them would get married as soon as possible, but he only talked about it, and he didn't really force the relationship between the two of them too much, and rarely asked the two of them to visit him on weekdays.

But why did you suddenly say you want to see him today?

Still in the middle of the night?

Qi Qianchen didn't intend to say more, and Yan Jingting didn't ask too much, because he knew that Qi Qianchen was deliberately teasing his appetite, and if he really asked, he would have fallen into this woman's trap.

Yan Jingting just responded lightly: "What time?"

Yan Jingting really didn't continue to ask, the voice on the other side of the phone was obviously lost: "At ten o'clock in the morning, Qi's old house."

"it is good."

Yan Jingting replied, without a word of nonsense, Qi Qianchen felt that he was going to hang up the phone in the next second, so he deliberately smiled, his voice was still soft and soft, with a soft long voice: "A Ting, I left you Gift, have you seen it?"

"what?"

Yan Jingting turned around and took a look into the living room through the glass door of the balcony. All the furnishings were as they were before, nothing less and nothing more.

"Hahaha," Qi Qianchen's laughter was a little dry, as if he couldn't laugh and wanted to laugh, "you look for it - tell me if you find it, I love you."

This sticky sound of loving you made people tremble more than blowing the early morning night wind on the balcony. He glanced at the phone that had already been hung up, and before his irritability and doubts arose, he saw Song Chuan He had already come out of the kitchen, and the table was full of large and small dishes at some point.

The bad mood was reduced by half.

The balcony door slammed, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Soon after another slam, the room returned to warmth.

"Meal is almost ready." Song Chuan said without raising his head.

Yan Jingting tidied up and sat at the table.On the table are the simplest meals, the simplest dishes, not even a plate, and they are served on the plate casually, but it makes him look like friends who have met again after thousands of years. But the meals are nothing more than that.

Song Chuan brought out the last dish and found that Yan Jingting had already started eating.

He eats very elegantly and unhurriedly. Even if he is sitting at home wearing an ordinary T-shirt and eating such down-to-earth home-cooked food, he can give people the feeling of eating steak and foie gras while wearing a suit and listening to the violin in a high-end restaurant. illusion.

It fully demonstrates what it means to be beautiful and delicious.

Song Chuan sat far away from him, and at first he was able to eat his own meals normally, but after an unintentional blink of an eye, he saw a good-looking man who was a few seats away from him, and he put it down unknowingly. Chopsticks, staring at him.

In a daze, Song Chuan felt as if he had returned to the past, his grandfather was still alive, he had not broken up with Yan Jingting, he had never met Lin Yue, and he would not have anything to do with filming.

And this is not Yan Jingting's villa, but the small house where he lives.This seemed to be an ordinary night, Yan Jingting knocked on the door in the middle of the night on a whim, and got up from the bed sleepily.Seeing that Yan Jingting's excitement and joy washed away his extreme sleepiness, he happily worked in the kitchen for a long time, cooking a table of meals, while he sat at the table and watched him eat.

Night is a time when people can let go of all defenses. The remaining feelings in the heart don't need to be watered, and they grow wildly along the strands of longing, and then wrap the whole heart in it.

At this moment, he actually had the slightest desire to go back to the past.

It seemed like a long time had passed, Yan Jingting finished his meal and raised his eyes to Song Chuan. Song Chuan, who was almost caught behaving foolishly, became nervous and stood up reflexively to pack his things to cover himself.

"Leave it alone, there will be housekeeping tomorrow." Yan Jingting glanced at him, saw Song Chuan put down his hand, and stood there in embarrassment when he had nothing to do, wringing his fingers in front of him, making him light Laugh.

Song Chuan seemed to have seen through what was going on in his heart, he was at a loss but said desperately and solemnly: "Thank you for coming to help me today."

"And..." Song Chuan's voice paused, he slowed down, and forced to face the matter with a decent expression, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

The first sentence of sincere but funny thank you hadn't made Yan Jingting's smile rise, but the latter sentence pulled the corners of his lips down.

Although they didn't say it clearly, both of them knew what it meant.

"I didn't sleep with her, and I didn't sleep with her."

Yan Jingting's voice was very displeased, and he didn't know why he was so angry, just as he didn't know why he had to explain this to Song Chuan.

He didn't want the other party to misunderstand.

As soon as these words came out, Song Chuan's inexplicable heart surged up with a warm current, moistening his limbs and bones, and only turned into a faint sentence: "Oh."

"Oh?" Yan Jingting repeated with a chuckle, "So I don't need your bed warming compensation, you sleep in the guest room tonight."

Song Chuan was misunderstood and blushed: "I didn't mean that..."

"What does that mean?" Yan Jingting deliberately asked back, "Could it be that you are very disappointed?"

Song Chuan was molested, a little angry, and gave Yan Jingting a look, like a cat with fried hair, obviously soft and arrogant.

Yan Jingting was so stared at by this stare that his heart felt itchy. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. The arrogance that was still in the upper hand fell half in an instant, and he just said: "I'll go and change my clothes."

I went to change clothes, the implication is: I will come down after changing clothes, you wait for me.

Song Chuan was stunned for a while, then nodded, there was such an indescribable embarrassment in the air.Yan Jingting got up and went upstairs, and the sound of closing the door was heard, making Song Chuan finally relax from his tense nerves for some reason.

He stood there waiting for a while, but found that he was like a pupil who was punished to stand, and moved two steps to sit on the sofa.

In order to make himself look more natural, he purposely sat on the edge of the armrest and leaned on the backrest. After moving several postures, he felt too stiff.

Pressing his hand on the sofa cushion, he suddenly touched a raised soft thing.He raised his eyes to look at Yan Jingting's bedroom upstairs, the door was closed tightly, and there was no sign of coming out at all.

He just lifted the cushion, but pulled out a long thin black unknown object inside.

Stretching the unknown object away, he discovered that it was a woman's stockings.

He rummaged around again, and found a woman's almost transparent sexy underwear from underneath.

Song Chuan's fingertips felt slightly cold, and he continued to search resolutely, and finally found a thin, transparent object from the interlayer.