Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan walked out of the building. The originally cloudless and clear weather was suddenly covered by a thin layer of clouds, blocking the sun from the ground and bringing a moment of darkness.Song Chuan didn't know why he suddenly panicked. He turned his head and looked at the top floor of the building. The one-way reflective glass reflected a few clouds floating in the sky, and he couldn't see clearly inside.

That was the room he just came out of.

For no reason, Song Chuan suddenly had a strange emotion in his heart: Grandpa, did something happen to him?

As soon as this idea came out, all the abnormalities of Grandpa just now seemed to be explained, such as his uncontrollable cough, his face that was too vicissitudes, and his energy that he couldn't cheer up even if he tried hard.

But this thought was only for a moment, and before he had time to think about it too much, the supervisor called and Song Chuan answered the phone.The director's voice seemed to be able to penetrate space and reach him in front of him, which was deafening: "Xiao Song, how did the talk go?"

Song Chuan responded lightly: "Well, it went well, and the contract has been signed."

"I knew you could do it!" The supervisor laughed loudly, praising Song Chuan for his ability to handle affairs. As a boss, he boasted of Song Chuan, a subordinate.Song Chuan knew in his heart that this was borrowing his grandfather's face.

In fact, he knew very well that his grandfather announced to the outside world that he had severed ties with Song Chuan, but he secretly cared for him in every possible way.Song Chuan also knew that his grandfather was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he had a glimmer of hope that his grandfather would accept him and Yan Jingting one day.

And he was able to enter the company because his grandfather had established a relationship with the supervisor, making an exception and forcing him, who graduated from an ordinary university, into this company with everyone 985.This is why colleagues in the company look down on him so much.Who is comfortable with the job I found in the university I worked so hard to find, but those rich kids with connections and backgrounds can easily get it?

Song Chuan knew that he didn't have any skills, and he couldn't show the innate aura of the rich second generation, so he could only hold this breath in his arms and hold back.

The supervisor praised Song Chuan for several paragraphs without repeating it at length. Song Chuan didn't speak, but politely put it in his left ear and out his right ear.It wasn't until the supervisor finally stopped praising, and the conversation turned around: "Xiao Song, you settled the deal this time, but you helped me a lot, and I have nothing to help you. How about it, I There is a reception to attend here, and there are exactly two places, you follow me, and then I will show you some contacts, and it will be convenient for you to do things in the future, right?"

Reception?This turning point was a bit fast, so Song Chuan didn't realize it for a while.

"Director, I actually..." Song Chuan's mind got stuck at a critical point, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.He knew in his heart that the supervisor had good intentions. He knew more people in the business field. Whether it was business cooperation or promotion and job-hopping in the future, it would be the best.But he actually didn't like this kind of pretentious occasion at all. Everyone used knives and stabs secretly in their speech, put on airs, and compared who could pretend.

Song Chuan "actually" didn't think of a good reason for rejection for a long time, and the supervisor didn't give him too much chance to react, and said directly: "That's it, I will send you the time and place later, I have something to do here, so I will hang up first."

"director……"

beep beep——

Song Chuan's supervisor didn't pass any words, and was blocked by a blind voice.

His cell phone vibrated, and the supervisor sent over the location and time, and specifically emphasized that he must come on time.Song Chuan sighed, there was no other way but to go.

—————————————————————

That night, Song Chuan took a taxi to the destination, which was a sea view villa under a private name. He was put on the outermost edge by the taxi driver, and the driver refused to drive inside no matter what he said: "Brother, look at this villa. If I accidentally scratch one of the cars inside, I won’t be able to pay for it even if I sell my car, or you’d better go in by yourself.”

Song Chuan didn't know how to refuse, just nodded, paid the money, got out of the car, and walked along the road on foot.There is a long distance between the sea view villa and the downtown area outside. At night, Song Chuan turned on the flashlight and followed the navigation all the way.Cars roared past one after another behind him, as if they couldn't see him, they sped past all the way without slowing down, almost scaring Song Chuan into the ditch several times.

He walked along the far side of the road, and the night sea breeze mixed with the salty smell hit his face, and it was still a little cool.Song Chuan wrapped his coat, and the sea breeze poured down his neck.He couldn't help shivering twice, and didn't notice that a car was following behind him, and slowly stopped in front of him.The car window rolled down slowly, revealing an extremely coquettish head.

It is said that he is coquettish, just because this person still wears a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose at night, and the collar of his shirt can't wait to open up to his stomach.Her hair was too messy, like the aftermath of two hours of madness on a dirt bike, and a few strands even stood upright.

He pulled down his sunglasses, smiled slightly at Song Chuan and said, "Little brother, why are you walking? Come, I'll take you for a ride."

This person has a fairly handsome face, and his gaudy appearance is held to a minimum.What surprised Song Chuan was that he had seen this face many times in the news, and this person had also appeared many times in Yan Jingting's mouth.

He is Yan Jingting's half-brother, the orthodox heir of the Yan family, Yan Yuankai.

Yan Jingting and Yan Yuankai always pretended to be brothers and sisters in front of outsiders, but in fact, because of the Yan family's property, they stabbed each other many times in secret.Yan Yuankai was so mad that he wanted to hire someone to kidnap and murder Yan Jingting. It is said that when the police arrived, Yan Jingting, who was only 16 years old, was lying in a corner covered in blood. If he was too late, he might not be able to save him.

Those who kidnapped him were arrested, but no one had the ability to touch the mastermind behind the scenes, that is, Yan Yuankai, the eldest son of the Yan family.

So Song Chuan had an instinctive dislike for Yan Yuankai. He stepped back and said coldly, "No, I'll just walk over by myself."

"Go over?" Yan Yuankai smiled, as if he had heard some joke, "Do you know what the security guards look at to determine the identity of the visitor?"

Song Chuan shook his head in confusion.

"Look at the car," Yan Yuankai added, "If the value is less than seven figures, you will not be allowed in, let alone you who are walking?"

Song Chuan slandered in his heart: Isn't this an ordinary reception?How can there be distinctions between high and low?

Yan Yuankai opened the car door and waved to him: "Come on, I just want to do a good deed, and I won't eat you."

Seeing Song Chuan standing still, Yan Yuankai stretched out his long arms and forcibly pulled Song Chuan into the car. Song Chuan's thin body couldn't match the strength of a fitness madman like Yan Yuankai, so he was dragged into the car directly.Before he could sit still, the driver kicked the accelerator, and the car drove straight out, and now he couldn't even get off.

Yan Yuankai even said to him shamelessly: "No thanks."

Song Chuan was taken aback by this man's brazenness, so angrily he turned his head away from him, silently moved his buttocks to the corner, and looked out the window.The vehicle drove all the way into the first gate of the villa, but the security guards did not stop them, they didn't even stop, and drove all the way.

"I can just get off here." Song Chuan saw the first gate, and there were scattered people who came to the reception on the road. They were all walking on foot. Song Chuan wanted to get off, but Yan Yuankai did not. There was no intention of letting him go.

"Since I gave you a ride, I will definitely send it somewhere. What's the rush?"

Song Chuan's right eyelid twitched inexplicably, feeling something was wrong.

Yan Yuankai's car passed through the pedestrian walkway all the way, and there was a gust of wind, and the pedestrians on the road stepped aside one after another.The car drove towards the downstairs of the villa in a particularly arrogant manner. The people downstairs were bustling with people. Everyone came here on foot. Only their car parked directly downstairs.

Yan Yuankai got out of the car first, and the people downstairs in the villa seemed to be waiting for him. When Yan Yuankai got out of the car, he immediately became the focus of the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

But Song Chuan hid in the car and did not dare to make a sound, because he saw a person in the crowd, a person who made his heart tremble.

Yan Jingting.

Yan Jingting is really too conspicuous, well-tailored suits, meticulous hair, always with a casual expression, but actually suppresses imperceptible ambitions, especially his natural aura makes him the most eye-catching in the crowd one.

Yan Yuankai glanced at Yan Jingting in the distance, as if on purpose, lowered his head and said to Song Chuan, "Why, why don't you get out of the car?"

When everyone heard that there was another person in Yan Yuankai's car, they all pricked up their ears, and started booing boldly: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan brought his little lover here."

"My sister-in-law is not at home, Mr. Yan is so unrestrained."

"Take it out quickly and let us see which little lover is so mysterious."

……

Everyone gathered around the car one after another, showing gossip that they wanted to see the true face of Mr. Yan's little lover. Even Yan Jingting frowned and walked over, the red wine glass in his hand was shaking carelessly, and his long fingers set off The dark red liquid adds a bit of coquettishness.He heard everyone booing, his brows raised, his eyes were filled with rare curiosity.

When it was over, Song Chuan felt that his life might be buried here.

Yan Yuankai didn't explain, but he held the car door leisurely and said to him, "Need me to carry you down personally?"

When everyone heard the ambiguous words, they booed even more vigorously. Yan Yuankai raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jingting who was outside the crowd. , as if floating in the world, but his eyes were fixed on the inside of the car.

Yan Yuankai's lips curled into a sneer: If Yan Jingting saw the people in the car, what a wonderful expression he would have on his face.

Song Chuan's body was stiff, and he came out of the car with his head down. Everyone immediately booed him when they saw him. Song Chuan didn't dare to lift his eyes. He could already imagine Yan Jingting's eyes, gloomy and full of dangerous hostility, so cold scary.

Yan Yuankai didn't know if it was unintentional, but put his hands on his waist "intimately", and explained to the melon-eating crowd watching: "He is just a friend I brought along, please don't talk nonsense."

This ambiguous explanation was simply not enough to fill the gossip hearts of the melon-eating crowd. The crowd obviously didn't believe it, but they just let out a long "噫—" and looked at the two of them ambiguously.

Across the crowd, Song Chuan mustered up his courage to look at Yan Jingting. As expected, Yan Jingting's lips were tightly pursed, veins were forming in the hand holding the wine glass, and his eyes were covered with a thin film. The black mist suppressed the air pressure around him to the lowest level.Yan Jingting stared fixedly at Yan Yuankai's hand on Song Chuan's waist, and when he raised his eyes again, the anger in his eyes grew a little more.