Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan didn't go back to the company directly. Sister Xu had to prepare the work of more than a dozen artists, so she didn't have the time to take care of him.Song Chuan wandered aimlessly on the street alone, his mood was extremely depressed, he didn't want to go back to the company to face the trainees who were training together, and he didn't want to go back to his empty rental house .

In such a big city, there is actually no place for him to stay.

He stood there, staring blankly at the last sliver of the setting sun going out in the sky. Seeing that the sky had already dimmed, and the cold wind was blowing down his neck, he was so cold that he couldn't help shivering. Tighten your coat and seek a place where you can take shelter from the cold for a while.He looked around for a week. Except for the discos with flickering lights, there were bars with people coming and going. As an entertainer, Song Chuan, even though he was not well-known, had to abide by the basic principles of an artist. In the end, he was kidnapped. opened a coffee shop.

It was already past afternoon tea time at this point, and there were very few people in the coffee shop, only a few couples in the corner were sticking together, their heads were whispering together.The girl giggled because of her boyfriend's joke, and suddenly raised her eyes, and when she met the man who had just entered the door, her eyes straightened.

It's so beautiful, how can it be so beautiful!

The young proprietress was sitting behind the counter, brushing her phone with her head down, and when she heard the bell at the door hit the door and made a crisp jingle, she stood up, put the phone in her pocket, and bowed respectfully: "Welcome Come, what would you like to drink?"

Song Chuan just wanted to find a place to rest and relax, he didn't really want to drink coffee, and he didn't have the mood.

"That's it." Song Chuan looked at the eye-catching menu, but didn't review it, and pointed to the nearest standing sign, which was marked with "new products in our store" in bold and bold.

"Okay," the proprietress lowered her head, poked the screen a few times neatly, and asked casually, "Do you want any dessert?"

"I..." Song Chuan twitched the word "no" on his lips, and he swallowed it back.He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he liked sweet things the most. On the way after school, he would often turn into a small dessert shop on the street, pack a small cake and share it with his mother.

But since he established a relationship with Yan Jingting, he almost never touched each other again.

Just because Yan Jingting's figure is too perfect, and he has even more low self-esteem, afraid of getting fat, afraid of losing his figure, and even more afraid that Yan Jingting will dislike him.

He forced himself to give up those previous habits and quit all sweets and snacks.Yan Jingting's life is inseparable from coffee, so he learned how to taste coffee and distinguish between good and bad coffee.He never liked the bitter taste, he did this just to fit Yan Jingting's habit and bring himself closer to him.

But now, he doesn't have to worry about that at all.

Song Chuan ordered a dessert, which was a small cake decorated with strawberry-flavored chocolate and small strawberries.

He found a seat near the corner, and the proprietress brought the cake and coffee, and couldn't help but look at Song Chuan more.

It's the first time she's seen a big man order a pink cake for so long in the shop. She was silently slandering a sissy sissy in her heart, but who knew that when she raised her eyes, she was looking at the other party. With a good-looking face, the description just now was thrown out of the blue in an instant.

Such a cute and childlike boy!

The proprietress couldn't help but secretly took a profile photo and sent it to the sister group. The divers in the group were blown up by this photo, and immediately became very lively.

Song Chuan looked at the small cake in front of him, holding a spoon and didn't know where to put his mouth. It took him a long time to make gestures before slowly scooping it up and putting it into his mouth.

It's slightly sour, but with a more intense sweetness, it immediately spreads on the tip of the tongue and spreads throughout the mouth...

So sweet!

He couldn't help frowning.

He casually picked up the coffee at the side and poured it into his mouth, the faint bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, which washed away the sweet taste in his mouth.

Song Chuan looked at the coffee in front of him, the dark brown liquid was shaking in the cup, and the sugar cube on the side of the cup was intact.

This is not a milk coffee, but a serious American style, and there is no sugar cube.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was used to the lingering bitterness between his lips and teeth, but he couldn't stand the sweetness of his thoughts.

The proprietress discussed passionately in the sister group for a long time, and suddenly a little sister sent a photo and asked, "Is this the little actor named Song Chuan? The one who participated in "Rui Xue"?"

The proprietress studied the photo of the military uniform in "Ruixue" for a long time, and finally found out the slight similarity from the in-depth PS map. She looked up to find a real person for comparison, only to find that In the corner, there are only small cakes with a corner missing and coffee that has barely touched.

Another bell rang at the door, and when she looked around, she only saw a slender and tall figure disappearing into the night.

——————————————— Song Chuan returned to the company and returned home after only one evening class. He asked the company for a day off, and he wanted to see it the next day Look at that ancestral home that was sold.

At the beginning, he was anxious to use the money and sold the house to a businessman from another place. He heard that the businessman was leaving, so he planned to sell the house again.The next day was the day when the ancestral house was officially priced for sale, and he wanted to inquire about the price. Although it was delusional to want to buy it now, he should know how far he was from turning his delusions into reality.

Song Chuan got up early the next day, tidied up casually, and went. The agent was waiting for someone in the lobby. Seeing that it was Song Chuan, he was surprised: "You want to buy a house?"

Song Chuan was a little embarrassed by this first question, he smiled embarrassedly: "I just... want to ask about the price."

The agent's originally polite face immediately changed into a look of disdain, looked up and down Song Chuan's clothes that cost only a few hundred yuan, and said exaggeratedly: "Do you know how much the price of this house has reached now? Let me tell you You have exceeded this number."

As he spoke, he made a five sign.

Song Chuan's heart sank: "500 million?"

"5000 million!" The agent corrected loudly, looking at him like a fool, "Where can I buy this kind of house for 800 million?"

If Song Chuan's heart just dropped, it can only be said that he hit the bottom of the valley now.

At the beginning, he sold it too hastily, but it was only sold for 1000 million. How long has it been since it has increased to five times?

The agent saw his surprise and explained kindly: "Your house is not cheap at all. Back then, when you were in a hurry to spend money, the businessman desperately lowered the price for you, and fooled you into signing the contract with a few words. In fact, if you Persevere, at least 3000 million can be sold."

The intermediary spoke sincerely, without any lies, and the more Song Chuan heard it, the more he felt that the world was playing a joke on him.

3000 and 1000 million.

The difference between them is simply Song Chuan's IQ gap.

The agent didn't talk nonsense with him, the phone in his hand kept ringing, he looked at the caller ID, immediately trotted out to answer the call very courteously, came back and said to him: "Although your house is second-hand, but the location is very good. Well, the decoration is not bad, and it is very popular. Just now, the bid has been placed, and there are people here who want to buy it. I don’t have time to entertain you right now, so you should find a place for yourself first.”

The agent seemed to be surprisingly busy, and Song Chuan was left alone, watching the other party go out non-stop with a small bag on his shoulders.

But Song Chuan's mind has been haunted by the spinning 5000 million. He really can't believe that this old house can be worth so much money, and what he doesn't believe is that there are still people vying to buy it.

Song Chuan thought for a moment, and followed the agent out. He wanted to see who would spend 5000 million to buy this house with a lot of money.

He came out of the hall, which is not far from the ancestral house. Song Chuan walked for 5 minutes to the place, and the agent stood at the door anxiously waiting for someone, usually someone else was waiting for the agent, but the people who can make the agent wait are really rare many.

The agent saw Song Chuan approaching from a distance: "Why are you here?"

Song Chuan said with a cheeky smile, "I just want to take a look."

The agent looked at him impatiently. Song Chuan's good appearance made it impossible for anyone to say no to him. The agent allowed him to follow, but he was specifically told not to talk too much, just stay by his side.

Song Chuan also just wanted to see the ancestral house he hadn't seen for a long time, and by the way, take a look at the big guy who bought the house.

After a while, I saw a black car approaching from a distance at the intersection. Although Song Chuan didn't know much about cars, but he was used to Yan Jingting's cars, he instinctively felt that this car must be very expensive.The car drove all the way to the front, the rear door opened, and two people got out.

Song Chuan’s enthusiasm for watching the excitement was instantly wiped out by the two people who came down, and he felt that his whole body was not good: there are so many rich people in this world, and there are rich people who want to buy a house So many, why did he meet Yan Jingting and Qi Qianchen again?

The two got out of the car, Yan Jingting was dressed in casual clothes, Qi Qianchen was also wearing simple private clothes, but the temperament of the two of them was extraordinary, simple clothes could also wear the aristocratic temperament of the court, standing together was a match made in heaven.

Yan Jingting was a little surprised when he saw Song Chuan who was standing aside and wanted to escape in place: "Why are you here?"

Song Chuan froze: "I..."

He couldn't say that this house was originally his own, could he?

When the agent saw Qi Qianchen himself, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, he took out a small notebook and eagerly put it together: "I... am your fan, can I sign it?"

Qi Qianchen couldn't see any expression on his face wearing sunglasses, but he didn't refuse. He took it over and signed his name neatly, and looked at Song Chuan: "Why are you here?"

Two people, the same question fell on him, and Song Chuan didn't know how to answer it for a while.