Mr. Yan, break up

"Time entertainment signers sign one by one, and the one who doesn't get popular will have the next one. As for those who don't get popular, they will be hidden forever..." Yan Jingting didn't answer his question directly, and smiled softly, exhaling. Flicking on Song Chuan's ear, it was so itchy and numb, "What do you think will happen to you if I make you angry?"

This is the way again, it was like this at the beginning, using my relationship to make him unable to find a job, and now I want to use my relationship to block him.

Song Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "How can you be so despicable!!"

Yan Jingting is very satisfied with his angry but helpless expression, he is like a hunter who lures his prey, enjoying the desperate struggle of his prey but unable to escape the despair: "Be my lover, I will give you resources, This house will also be given to you, and you won’t lose any money.”

Song Chuan couldn't believe what he heard, and growled, "You have a girlfriend, and she will soon become your fiancée!"

Yan Jingting frowned, Song Chuan didn't notice the flash of disgust in his eyes.

"So what?" Yan Jingting sneered, "I just raised a lover."

"Just?"

What does he think of his girlfriend?What does he think of marriage and love?

And he is forcing himself to be a mistress?

"Impossible!" Song Chuan replied firmly.

"Then I'll buy this house now, and you'll never get it." Yan Jingting threatened in a calm tone.

Song Chuan's footsteps paused.

He found, to his shame, that he had hesitated.

That house is the only motivation for him to live in this world, and now, Yan Jingting wants to take this away from him!

The two were in such a stalemate, when suddenly there was a voice outside the door, Song Chuan was dragged out before he could react.

By the time he realized it, he had been pinned against the door of the toilet cubicle by Yan Jingting, with the wooden door behind him, and the solid chest of a man in front of him.The two were very close, and he could see his own face reflected in Yan Jingting's deep and bottomless eyes, and the breathing of the two merged in this small area, and he even felt that the other's long eyelashes could reach him face.

Song Chuan was imprisoned tightly, and his hands were directly tied behind his back by a big hand. He could only hear two people coming in from the door, still discussing something.

I could only hear a man's voice filled with uncontrollable joy, and excitedly shared with another person: "You know, I heard that Qi Qianchen directly signed a 6000 million house without hesitation! What a real man!" Mom is rich, and when a star shows his face and shoots a scene, it can cost millions of dollars every minute, you see we can buy a toilet all year round after working so hard, tsk tsk tsk."

"Not only does she have a face and figure, but she also has a rich father. Can you compare with her?"

"Fuck, don't mention it, it makes me sad when I mention it, but I also heard that Yan Jingting is here too, why didn't I see anyone else?"

"Who knows, maybe you're not allowed to meet some little lover, you know, this rich man likes to keep them at home and offer them outside."

After all, the two of them laughed lowly at the same time.

Song Chuan glanced at the party in front of him, and a smile flashed in the other party's eyes. He couldn't help admiring him for being able to keep his expression unchanged after being talked about behind his back, but what Song Chuan admired even more was the little brother outside. Can guess, one guess is accurate.

Song Chuan struggled twice, Yan Jingting leaned on him in order to restrain Song Chuan, and the two of them were close to kissing, Song Chuan's ears warmed up, and he turned his face to the side: "Don't get so close to me. "

The footsteps of the people outside the door suddenly stopped, and only one person said to the other: "What's the sound?"

Song Chuan was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back, and one leg was so weak that he almost knelt on the ground.He glared at Yan Jingting, his breathing became disordered, but the other party didn't feel guilty at all, instead he lowered his head and kissed his mouth directly.

!!!

Song Chuan didn't even dare to move now, and the other party took advantage of him not to move and acted unscrupulously.

This is called taking advantage of others, right?

right?right!

There was a brief silence outside, and the two seemed to be listening to the sound carefully. After a while, there was another voice: "You heard it wrong, there is no sound."

The first voice paused, and said with some doubts: "Really not, maybe I've been too busy recently, and I'm hallucinating." There were two people talking outside, and the intermittent sound of water, Song Chuan, Yan Jingting and There is only a thin door on the outside, as long as people outside observe carefully, or even squat down, they can see that there are two pairs of feet in this compartment.

Song Chuan was kissed and did not dare to move, let alone make a sound, Yan Jingting relied on Song Chuan not to make a sound, and continued to be domineering.

Song Chuan was so suppressed that his face turned red and he couldn't struggle.

It wasn't until the voices of the people outside gradually weakened, and the sound of closing the door came from the door, Song Chuan turned and bit Yan Jingting's lips hard, and the other party let go of the pain, and then he took it out from the cubicle.

Song Chuan vigorously wiped his mouth on the sink a few times, and almost spat at him: "Why are you so shameless?"

Yan Jingting didn't answer his words, the skin on his lip was bitten, he wiped it lightly with his thumb, but no blood was seen: "I still have the same conditions as before, to be my lover, resources, house, all belong to you. "

Yan Jingting's words are undoubtedly crushing Song Chuan's dignity little by little. He has an indifferent smile on his face, looking down at Song Chuan with a smile on his lips, but there is no emotion in his eyes. The expression clearly shows that he thinks that he has given enough benefits, Song Chuan should crawl in front of him and grab his trousers and kneel down in humility.

Song Chuan asked with a sneer, "Didn't you dislike me when I was with you for five years? Then what are you trying to do with me now?"

Yan Jingting was taken aback by this question, and he smiled again: "I need a lover, and you are very obedient, you won't make noise, and more importantly, you don't pose any threat to me."

Very well behaved?

He found himself as a lover just because he was very good.

Nothing to do with love.

Song Chuan was completely heartbroken by this sentence, he closed his eyes to prevent himself from crying in front of Yan Jingting.

"go away."

These two words had exhausted his strength.

Yan Jingting tidied up the wrinkled clothes slowly, and restored the appearance of the beast in the clothes, and said softly in Song Chuan's ear: "I'll wait for you to contact me."

Moist breath slid over Song Chuan's ears, itching him a lot. When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the door open and close, and the figure had disappeared at the door.

After a while, Song Chuan heard Qi Qianchen's slightly angry voice outside the door: "Why have you been away for so long?"

He didn't hear Yan Jingting's reply, but only heard the sound of the leather shoes colliding with the floor gradually getting farther away, accompanied by the rushing sound of the woman's high heels, until the sound disappeared, and Song Chuan walked out the door.

Outside the hall, the man and woman who looked like a perfect couple were arm in arm, got into the car under the envious and gossip eyes of the passers-by, the man thoughtfully opened the car door for the woman, and covered the roof with one hand to prevent the woman from being touched.The woman smiled slightly and waved goodbye to the passers-by around her, her every move was extremely elegant.

Yan Jingting portrayed him and Qi Qianchen as the most enviable and blessed boyfriend and girlfriend under the sun, but wanted Song Chuan to be the dirtiest third party in the gutter.

Song Chuan stood behind the corner and slowly squatted on the ground along the wall. Those screams and shutters clicking outside seemed to be separated from him by a barrier. Here lies despair and abyss.

There was only one person falling down alone. He had struggled before, but the result of the struggle was that he was swallowed deeper and deeper, until the darkness covered his whole being, and the last ray of sunlight was completely covered, and he felt it. What is bone-chilling despair.

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In the next few days, Song Chuan has been very actively going to interviews with various film crews, but he was always rejected.

All kinds of excuses, sometimes even no excuses, the information was handed over, and there was no news.

Song Chuan returned to Times Entertainment and was told to stop all classes.

He directly gave the sentence "go home and stand by", but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this stand-by is just another way of writing Xuezang.Sister Xu looked at the back of him leaving, and took a little time out of her busy schedule to feel sorry for him: It is not good to offend anyone, but Yan Jingting is offended, which has led to the banning of the entire entertainment industry.

But it was a pity that it was only temporary, and she quickly buried her head in a pile of artist materials, thinking about which resource to fight for the next artist.Times Entertainment has no shortage of good-looking young artists. If one is useless, another one will be promoted. It won't be long before Song Chuan will be buried under the tide of the entertainment industry forever, and there will be no chance of turning over.

When Song Chuan came out of the company, he didn't leave directly. Instead, he walked to the company's rooftop by a strange coincidence.He raised his head and looked at the increasingly desolate sky above his head. The sky in late autumn was always vast. After watching it for a long time, he felt as if he had merged with the sky.

The roads on the ground extend in all directions, and the sound of whistles keeps coming and going. The roads in the morning rush hour are blocked and difficult to move. Looking down from upstairs, it looks like snails struggling to move.Suddenly, for a moment, the scene of himself jumping down flashed in his mind, and he slammed down with a slam, and then his flesh was bloody, so there was no burden anymore.

His hands were pressed against the edge of the roof, and the backs of his pale and skinny hands were bruised due to too much force.His hands were trembling, his body was trembling too, the wind from the roof was howling and hitting his face, extremely cold.

But his body still didn't have the courage to jump down, he still put down his hands, huddled in the corner, hugging himself into a small ball, his low whimpering sound was blown to pieces by the wind.