Mr. Yan, break up

"What did you say?" The spoon in Yan Jingting's hand was slammed on the table with a bang, which startled Qi Qianchen and caused everyone to look this way.

Qi Qianchen quickly put on a decent smile, as if nothing happened just now: "We were planning to get engaged, didn't we? When I become your fiancée, half of the Qi family's property will enter In your hands, although you are said to be the person in charge of the Yan family, who doesn't know that the Yan family's connections are all your father's? You will always be subject to him. If you get engaged to me, you will have the Qi family Backing, what else do you have to be afraid of?"

He said that the score is not bad, and he is clear and straight. It seems that Qi Qianchen has been investigating behind the scenes.

Yan Jingting was a little displeased, but his expression, which was almost furious, seemed to be a little loose. Qi Qianchen knew very well how important financial power was to Yan Jingting.

And the conditions she offered were the ones that could lure Yan Jingting the most.

So what is that Song Chuan? He is just a small artist and star. He has no money, no rights, and no background. Whether he can become popular is still unknown. What can he give Yan Jingting?

Will Yan Jingting come back to her by then?

Yan Jingting hesitated very rarely, and he didn't know why he hesitated: Qi Qianchen's offer was very attractive, he only needed one more fiancée, and he could have a strong backing, which didn't seem to him. What a loss.

But...a handsome face flashed in front of his eyes: that person was sitting on the other side of the dining table, thousands of miles away from him. Buried in the rice bowl, only two burning red ears were exposed.

He actually hesitated because of Song Chuan.

Song Chuan is just a lover to him, why is he hesitating!

Qi Qianchen took a sip of his drink slowly, his eyes fell on the man again, and he said with a smile: "I don't have so much time for you to think about it, agree or not, just a word."

She is threatening.

Yan Jingting raised his eyes, Qi Qianchen tried his best to pretend he didn't care, trying to take the lead in the negotiation, but the hand holding the cup was trembling slightly.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that Yan Jingting would really refuse directly, so that she would have no room to turn around.

Yan Jingting glanced at her trembling hand, and Song Chuan and Cai Quan struggled in his heart, but the former still lost in the end.His eyes returned to the usual indifference, and he hooked his lips: "Okay."

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Song Chuan didn't have a lot of luggage, and he packed his things almost all afternoon. Because he just moved in and hadn't had time to prepare the ingredients, he ordered a takeaway and ate it. He felt full anyway, so he just lay down on the bed on the bed.

It was already dark outside, and it was far away from the busy city, so it was very quiet, and it was even more silent at night, only two cat meows could be heard outside from time to time.The silence of the night can always evoke the deepest memories in one's heart. Song Chuan stared at the ceiling above his head, and his eyes gradually became blurred. After the blur, a beautiful woman's face was gradually reflected.

She stood not far away, smiling as she watched a half-grown child stumbling along the path in the yard, step by step, and then the child grew up slowly, turning into a teenager, and the woman's back also She became more and more stooped, and fine lines also appeared on the corners of her eyes.

I don't know how many times their footprints have fallen on the path that is only more than ten meters away.

Boys are growing up, women are getting old, but what will never change is the faint smile on her lips.

Then, the boy continued to grow up, but the woman stayed in that spring forever.

Tears rolled down the corners of Song Chuan's eyes: It is said that after death, people will return to the place they are most reluctant to part with, so now, Mom, are you looking at me not far away?

If she was really here, would it be heartbreaking to see her son become someone else's secret lover?

Song Chuan curled himself up under the quilt, forming a small ball, tears streaming down the side of his face, soaking the pillow.

Song Chuan was tired from crying, and fell into a deep sleep in a daze. He didn't know how long it took, but he was awakened by a few hasty doorbells.

He got up from the bed, because he had been crying for a long time, and even his head was dizzy. When he got out of bed, he tripped over the leg of the table and fell on his back. He didn't know where his elbow hit and was scratched. Once, it hurts.

Enduring the pain, he got up from the ground and ran downstairs. Through the cat's eyes, he saw a man helping another drunk man. The drunk man kept ringing the doorbell impatiently. The sound of the doorbell was the same as that of the people outside. Getting more irritable.

Outside the door was a drunk Yan Jingting and his assistant supporting him.

Just a second before Yan Jingting was so annoyed that he kicked the door, Song Chuan opened the door in time.Seeing Song Chuan open the door, the assistant heaved a sigh of relief visibly, and explained: "Mr. Yan, he drank a little too much and insisted on coming here. Look at it in the middle of the night, I really trouble you."

The assistant said it in a strange and polite manner, but who doesn't know that Yan Jingting has come to "trouble" him in the middle of the night less often in the past five years?

Song Chuan didn't intend to say anything more, he was used to it, so he moved sideways and asked his assistant to help him onto the sofa.

Yan Jingting drank a lot, the assistant put him on the sofa, and he obediently fell on the armrest.It was red from the neck to the base of the ears, and there were two blushes on his cheeks. Coupled with his usual stern face, the contrast was really overwhelming.

To be honest, Song Chuan has hardly seen him like this in the past five years.

"Where did he drink it? How did he drink so much?" Song Chuan was a little puzzled. In his memory, Yan Jingting was a person who was extremely self-disciplined and demanded to be absolutely sober at all times. Never been so careless.

The assistant pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and whispered in Song Chuan's ear, "At Qi's house."

Song Chuan's long eyelashes trembled, and he didn't speak. Seeing that his expression was a little off, the assistant hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Actually, Mr. Yan was still sober at the wine table. He's usually pretty decent."

This explained that Song Chuan didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want to know why Yan Jingting drank so much, let alone how he got drunk.

All he knew was that Yan Jingting stayed with Qi Qianchen all day today, and went to Qi's house in the evening, no doubt to meet the parents, which was obviously at the point of discussing marriage.

Song Chuan felt a little sad, and the assistant didn't know what to say, embarrassment spread in the air.Fortunately, the phone rang in time. He glanced down, and said to Song Chuan with some embarrassment: "Well... I have something to do here... My girlfriend urged me to go home. You know, my girlfriend is very fierce. If I am afraid that my life will be lost if I go back late..."

Song Chuan nodded slightly, indicating that he would not be kept.The assistant took a few steps back as if relieved: "Then I won't be here soon, and Boss Yan will trouble you."

Song Chuan nodded, the assistant's cell phone was still ringing, he turned and walked out, answered the phone with one hand, and kept apologizing: "Sorry baby, Mr. Yan has something to do tonight, I'm a little late... ...Ah, baby, don't be angry, I'll go back right away, and I'll be home on time within half an hour..."

bang——

The door was closed by the assistant, blocking his voice.

Song Chuan looked at the assistant through the window, laughing at his girlfriend with a pile of mobile phones in one hand, and took out the car keys in his arms with the other. Although he was complaining about his girlfriend's temper, his face was actually full of happiness.

Song Chuan was really envious of seeing it, envious that although the assistant earns a normal salary every month, he doesn't have a wealth of wealth or a strong background.He has worked so hard all his life to gain a foothold in this city, and has to worry about mortgage and car loans every month. He is just an ordinary speck of dust in this world.

But at least, he has a home that he can miss.

At least, there is one person in this world who will always be waiting for him.

In Song Chuan's eyes, this is enough.

He turned his eyes and looked at the man lying sideways on the sofa. He seemed to have fallen asleep. The open collar of his shirt revealed a delicately protruding collarbone and a small half of his chest. His chest undulated slightly, gently and regularly. .Song Chuan sighed secretly, took out a blanket from the bedroom and covered him.

With Song Chuan's body, he would never consider the idea of ​​carrying him to the bedroom. Since he has already collapsed on the sofa, why not let him spend the night here.

He covered the blanket, turned on the air conditioner, and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his hand.

Song Chuan lowered his head, and Yan Jingting's sleepy eyes just now opened. Although his face was still flushed, his eyes were clear: "You just let me sleep on the sofa?"

He was pretending to be drunk, Song Chuan felt a little angry: "Since you are not satisfied, why not find a place to sleep by yourself."

Yan Jingting laughed angrily at this sentence, he sat up, the blanket slipped off his body, but his hand was still on Song Chuan's wrist, Song Chuan could only feel the extremely hot where the skin touched.

"I'm your benefactor now, and you treat me like this?"

Song Chuan was rendered speechless by this sentence, and he clenched his lips stiffly: "Then, what do you want, Lord Jin, to come to me in the middle of the night? Would you like me to sleep with you?"

This sentence is light and fluffy, but it is extremely ironic.

The smile on the corner of Yan Jingting's lips fell, and there was a cloud of gloom in his eyes: "You really want to talk like that?"

"Am I not right?" Song Chuan's expression was colder than he had ever seen before, "I'm just your little lover secretly raised, isn't the deal between us just that you pay and I sell my body ?"

Song Chuan raised his eyebrows, his expression was clearly saying: There is nothing between us other than a transaction.

While true, he was not wrong.