Mr. Yan, break up

The photo was obviously taken through glass, and it was magnified many times. The angle was particularly tricky, but the faces of the two people could still be seen clearly.

Song Chuan and Yan Jingting.

There are dozens of photos full of them, all of them are Song Chuan and Yan Jingting.

In the photo, Song Chuan was forced on the sofa by Yan Jingting, his movements were very intimate, and some even made people blush and heartbeat.

Yan Jingting came to him drunk that night, and all of them were photographed.

It turned out that Qi Qianchen had always known about his relationship with Yan Jingting.

Song Chuan felt for a moment that he was a clown, playing a self-righteous drama.But now he was stripped naked and thrown in the sun, everything he had done was exposed mercilessly, and he was laid naked in front of him.

The anger just now disappeared when he saw these photos.

What is he so angry about?

What right does he have to be angry?

What Qi Qianchen said was right, he was just a mistress, and he deserved to be warned by his wife.

Song Chuan hugged his knees and curled up on the ground, all the photos scattered around him, the night in the photos was dark, only the light was shining in the small window, reflecting their intertwined figures.

This is also evidence of his cheating with someone else's boyfriend.

The night outside was getting dark, and the people in the room were nestled beside the bed, with their faces buried in their knees, and they could only hear the faint cries. This was Song Chuan's last layer of defense, and finally, it was broken.

The next day everyone thought that Song Chuan would sue Qi Qianchen for spreading rumors and slander, but who knew that everyone didn't even see his shadow the next day, and when the assistant director went to look for him in the room, he found that he had disappeared.

Qi Qianchen rushed to another crew early the next morning, and with Song Chuan's departure, his harassment of Qi Qianchen became a certainty.

Even those who believed in him at the beginning were shaken because of his departure. After all, who would like to be wronged for nothing? If they really did not continue to argue, but faced it in silence, they would be more inclined to believe that Song Chuan really did it. over this matter.

For a while, everyone sighed.

Song Chuan was kicked out of the crew. The director smoked in the studio for a long time, and when he came out, he grabbed the editor and cut Song Chuan's scenes overnight.

A good drama was messed up.

But for Song Chuan, the nightmare has just begun.

There are too many people on the set, and it is too late to wait for the blockade of this matter, and I don’t know who spread the news. Not long after, a famous paparazzi on Weibo released a shocking melon: Newcomer actor Song Chuan is filming Harassment of actresses.

The actress didn't say who she was, but the people who eat melons are not stupid, and the identity of the "actress" was just picked out through the blurry photos of the landline pixels-it was the new floret Qi Qianchen.

This kind of shocking big melon can't be seen all year round, and the marketing account will naturally not let go of this opportunity for group building, but in just half a day, black manuscripts were overwhelmingly thrown up, and public opinion immediately spread across the entire entertainment section.Both fans and passers-by on the Internet have resorted to a lifetime of swearing, and even the eighteen generations of parents and ancestors have greeted him once.

Qi Qianchen is a popular traffic floret, and the die-hard and brainless fans got his address and phone number from nowhere, and Song Chuan's phone was blown up, full of harassing calls.There are also bloody and horrible curse pictures in the text messages, as well as various insulting words.

Since the incident was revealed, his cell phone has not been stopped.

Song Chuan drew the curtains of the room tightly. Eggs and rotten vegetables were thrown on the windows, doors, and in the yard. Dog blood and paint were splashed on the fence outside. The fans guarding outside have never stopped, Song Chuan has been listening to the abuse for three days.

He buried himself in the quilt and put earplugs in his ears, but he couldn't resist those extremely penetrating curses.

He was desperate, really desperate.

Song Chuan stayed at home for three days and didn't go out. He didn't dare to open the window, didn't dare to surf the Internet, so he kept himself locked in the room. Day or night.

The ringtone of the mobile phone has never been interrupted, and it has always displayed strange numbers from all over the place, all of which are harassing calls from fans.The phone was vibrating all the time, and in this small room, mixed with the swearing from outside the window, it vibrated on its own.Until the phone suddenly turned on, then suddenly went dark, and never rang again.

out of battery.He waited until the fourth day when he heard strange voices outside. This was the first time he heard voices other than insults in the past few days. Those voices were driving away the fans gathered outside. After a while, the voices Dissipated cleanly.

Song Chuan was like a sculpture, with no expression or movement, just staring blankly at the TV wall in front of him, those scolding sounds seemed to have become the background sound he was accustomed to, until the sound suddenly disappeared.His long eyelashes trembled, and there was more expression in his empty eyes. Finally, he turned his head and looked at the window. The blackout curtains covered the window tightly, and no light came through.

He got up from the ground, probably because he hadn't got up for a long time, Song Chuan staggered suddenly, and knocked down on the table. He knocked off the vase on the table, and the glass shattered all over the floor.As if he couldn't feel the pain, he staggered up and staggered down the stairs.

He pushed open the door, it was already dark outside, and the street lamp at the door began to light up, reflecting a small area in front of his door.

Dog blood was splashed on the fence outside the courtyard, staining the snow-white fence in a mess, and a huge "slut" was written on the wall with paint.

The scarlet paint stood against the snow-white wall, and the two men were like swords, stabbing fiercely into his eyes.

The yard was filled with the stench of raw eggs, eggshells were everywhere, and the path in front of the door was splashed with yellow and white egg liquid.Several figures in the garden were lowering their heads to tidy up. The leader was Yan Jingting's assistant. Seeing him coming out, he swallowed what he wanted to say, and finally turned into a question: "Are you okay?"

Song Chuan didn't speak, he was wearing white clothes and white trousers, but he was only seen for a few days, he seemed to have lost weight again, his cheeks were deeply sunken, only a pair of big eyes looked abrupt and lifeless, his face Pale and sparse, very close to broken and withered.

He took a step forward, kicked something on his foot, and looked down, it was a well-wrapped gift box.

This gift box was wrapped with a pink ribbon, Song Chuan picked it up, opened it and found a small blond doll inside.

The doll has a button on its belly and a note on it that says "press here".

He accidentally pressed it down.

There were a few tingling sounds similar to poor contact, and then there was a blank period. Just when everyone thought there was nothing, a sharp laughter suddenly came from the doll's stomach.This laughter is similar to the laughter of ghost dolls in horror movies. It is bitter and sharp, accompanied by bursts of scary music.

Song Chuan's spirit was already extremely tense, and when the music came out, the string in his mind seemed to be tightened severely.His heart skipped a beat, and he threw the thing out in fright.

The doll fell out of the box, rolled around on the ground, and then its head fell off!As if someone had cut off the head directly, a bright red liquid similar to blood flowed out when it was disconnected.

The voice of the rag doll suddenly changed and turned into a piece of audio. The voice inside was deep and hoarse, which was obviously processed: "Song Chuan, go to death! Song Chuan, go to death! Song Chuan, go to death!!"

Song Chuan covered his ears and squatted on the ground, exhaling heavily, like a fish out of water, on the verge of death.The assistant hurried forward to pull out the equipment inside the doll, disconnected the wires, and finally stopped it from continuing.

A few things were thrown out of the box that fell on the side, and the assistant picked it up, only to find that inside was Song Chuan's photo, which was made into a posthumous photo with a black and white filter added, and a blood-stained blade.

The assistant calmly put away those things and handed them to the bodyguard on the side for him to dispose of, then approached Song Chuan and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Chuan covered his ears, his eyes just stared at the ground blankly, and he didn't speak as if he was in a daze.

The assistant couldn't bear it, and continued: "Mr. Yan is already dealing with this matter. He called you and found that your phone was turned off. There are many paparazzi on your side, so he can't show up for the time being, but he found you a new house. Today I'll move there to avoid the limelight at night, and come back after this matter is over..."

Song Chuan didn't want to hear a word, he returned to the room, brought out a large basin of water and a towel, and wiped the word "bitch" on the wall over and over again.

I don't know when these two words were written. The paint has dried on it, and it can't be wiped off, but Song Chuan has become numb. He is a machine. Wipe all over.

He didn't want any filth in the place where his mother lived, not at all.

The assistant saw that he couldn't talk to Song Chuan at all, so he simply called Yan Jingting and asked Yan to deal with the mess by himself.

He put the mobile phone next to Song Chuan, and said, "President Yan's call, please answer it."

Song Chuan ignored it.

Seeing that he seemed to be out of hearing at all, the assistant didn't respond, so he turned on the speakerphone, and Yan Jingting's voice came out immediately: "Song Chuan."

Song Chuan's hand paused.

"Song Chuan, I didn't handle this matter well. Trust me and give me some time. I have a house in the suburbs. You can move there first and come back when the limelight passes, okay?"

The assistant has never seen Yan Jingting so humble.

There seemed to be something flowing in Song Chuan's eyes, and it quickly turned into a dead silence. He raised his face and said the first sentence to his assistant: "Tell Yan Jingting, let's break up."

[The author has something to say: Sorry, today is even more late]