Mr. Yan, break up

"What... what?" The assistant thought he heard it wrong. He held up the phone with one hand, and was about to get back the towel in Song Chuan's hand with the other hand to help him wipe it, but he froze in place because of this sentence.

He said... Break up?

The corners of Song Chuan's lips were drawn up vigorously, but the tears couldn't stop falling. His whole face was so thin that only a pair of big empty eyes remained, with crystals in his eyes, and big teardrops flowed down. His smooth side face rolled down and soaked in the wet grass.

The assistant looked anxiously.

It was extremely difficult for Song Chuan to say it word by word: "I don't want this house anymore, and I don't want to be with him anymore. I'm just a mistress, and I deserve what I deserve when my mistress gets retribution."

The phone was turned on hands-free, and every word of Song Chuan was clearly transmitted to the other side of the phone. There was a long silence from Yan Jingting's side, and then a low growl broke out: "Impossible! You can't leave me!"

Yan Jingting's voice softened immediately: "I know this time makes you sad, but I will deal with it. I have already suppressed the Internet public opinion, and Qi Qianchen... I will discuss it with Qi Qianchen. ..."

Discuss carefully, hehe, Yan Jingting said to discuss carefully.

Until now, he has not given up on Qi Qianchen, the daughter of the consortium, nor has he given up the interests behind her.

Yan Jingting coaxed softly: "Believe me, Song Chuan, you just need to bear with it, and this matter will pass..."

Forbearance, Yan Jingting let him endure.

After enduring it for five years, he really didn't want to bear it anymore.

"I don't want anything... I don't want anything! Let me go... let me go, please... Yan Jingting." Song Chuan changed from a low sob to a wanton cry. The grievances, the uncomfortableness of the past few days, the criticisms of the past few days...all condensed in these few cries.

"Song Chuan...Song Chuan!" Yan Jingting called his name over and over again, but Song Chuan couldn't hear anything, he cried until his eyes were blurred, his brain was buzzing, and his whole body lost all strength. Can't stand up at all.

"I don't want it anymore... I don't want anything, I just want to leave, I beg you... let me go... let me go..."

Song Chuan huddled himself into a ball, shrunk against the wall, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and the empty white shirt he was supporting also trembled.He hugged his knees, buried his face between his legs, and the butterfly bone on his back stood out abruptly. He was already too thin.

The assistant felt that he had reached the point where he could almost lift it with one hand.

He couldn't bear to read any more, silently canceled the speakerphone, and put the phone to his ear.During the five years between Yan Jingting and Song Chuan, he saw Song Chuan wanting to be servile and Yan Jingting ignored him a lot, but he never intervened.

But this time, he really couldn't help but want to make an exception.

On the other side of the phone was Yan Jingting's unstoppable anger. He didn't know that the speakerphone had been turned off, and Song Chuan couldn't hear his voice.

The assistant hesitated for a long time, looked down at the poor man on the ground, and finally made up his mind and said, "Mr. Yan, I think... maybe Song Chuan should leave you for a while."

"Leave?" Yan Jingting was taken aback, then sneered, "You also think I should lose everything, don't you?"

"You also think I'm not worthy of him, don't you!!!"

In his ear was Yan Jingting's extremely paranoid growl, he is going crazy now.

"That's not what I meant, Mr. Yan, I mean... you should give him some alone time, Song Chuan seems... very tired..."

He is really tired, even an outsider as his assistant can tell, why does Yan Jingting turn a blind eye?

Yan Jingting was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything.

"Look at Song Chuan. Since he doesn't want to change places, let him stay there. If he disappears, you will bear the consequences." Yan Jingting didn't give his assistant time to refute. After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly. There were a few blind beeps.

Song Chuan didn't know what Yan Jingting had said to him, but the assistant hung up the phone with a bad expression, watching him hesitate to speak.

He had already made up his mind, and stood up from the ground staggeringly.I don't know if his legs are numb or he really has no strength. Song Chuan's footsteps are weak, and he looks like he will fall to the ground in the next second.

The assistant helped him kindly, and touched Song Chuan's arm with his hand through a layer of fabric. He only touched the protruding bone, which seemed to be covered only by a layer of skin, which was painful.

"You... are you okay?"

Song Chuan answered irrelevant questions, turned to look at the assistant: "What did he say?"

Those eyes were completely lifeless, empty, like a mass of thick ink that couldn't be melted, pitch black.

The assistant turned his head, he was a little afraid to see those eyes.

"President Yan said...you can't leave here without his permission."

"Ah."

Song Chuan knew this was the result, he sighed lightly, gently shook off the assistant's hand, leaned on the wall with all his strength, and slowly moved into the room.

He knew that Yan Jingting would not let him go.

He will torture himself to death.Yan Jingting is a very good businessman, he will maximize his own interests, and will grasp every condition that is beneficial to him.

Yan Jingting is also an extremely arrogant person, he firmly believes that he can control everything in his own hands and will not allow anyone's objection.

This is also his attitude and method towards love.

Song Chuan didn't want to say anything, he was very tired, everywhere, especially his heart.

Yan Jingting arranged a lot of bodyguards outside the ancestral house that night, and surrounded the house with three floors inside and three floors outside. The security was comparable to that of a president.On the one hand, it is to protect Song Chuan's safety and prevent extreme fans from harming him. On the other hand, it is to lock Song Chuan up and not let him go out.

The assistant slept in the car all night, and didn't dare to leave half a step. He was afraid that something would happen and he would be fired. When he opened his eyes, he either replied to his girlfriend's message or stared at the window of Song Chuan's room. But he stared at it for so long. Never saw that window open.

He even felt that the thick curtain hadn't been touched.

The assistant suddenly had an ominous premonition: If there is no movement for such a long time, maybe he committed suicide?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly someone outside was patting on the car window, as if he wanted to smash the car window.He rolled down the car window, only to see that it was a little bodyguard under him, panting and couldn't even finish his sentence, as if he was running in a hurry: "Brother...Brother..."

"Brother, why are you panting like this? Believe it or not, I'm still a bodyguard with this physique?" The assistant adjusted the seat back, put his feet in front of the windshield, and stretched, " Say, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan is here. It is said that Song Chuan locked the door behind him. No matter how Mr. Yan shouted, he didn't even make a sound. Let's guess... guess..." The little bodyguard didn't say any more, but the others behind him didn't say anything. And metaphor.

The assistant didn't finish yawning, because of this sentence, he slammed on the brakes and almost choked himself to death. He opened the car door in a panic and was about to get out of the car, but he didn't know that his legs hadn't retracted, and he fell headfirst. The little bodyguard was so scared that he hurried up to catch him.

"Guess? Guess Nima made a p! Hurry up and find a locksmith to pry open the door!" The assistant "climbed" out of the car on both legs, and waved away the hand that the little bodyguard wanted to hold him, cursing roared.

The little bodyguard was so yelled at that he spit all over his face and didn't even care to wipe the stars, so he hurried out to find the locksmith. The assistant didn't even have time to put on his coat, and ran into the house without even having time to put on his coat.

I saw that every window in the whole house was closed, and the curtains were tightly covered, not even a little bit of light could pass through. The whole house was as gloomy as a medieval haunted house.As soon as he ran to the first floor, he heard the sound of kicking the door from upstairs, accompanied by Yan Jingting's familiar roar.

He ran upstairs, and saw lunch boxes piled up all over the floor at the door of the room, and all the meals inside were put there intact, untouched at all.

In other words, Song Chuan hadn't eaten anything for such a long time.

He didn't eat at all, so it's all right now, no matter whether it's hunger strike, starvation or committing suicide, Yan Jingting will never spare him.

Yan Jingting stood at the door. He was wearing a wrinkled shirt and his hair was a little messy. This was the first time that Yan Jingting, who was always meticulous, was in such a mess.He kicked the door fiercely, but he still had to say that the quality of the door was excellent, and there was no sign of breaking open at all.

Yan Jingting's always shrewd and high-IQ brain seemed to be malfunctioning at this moment. He kicked the door harder and harder, half of his high-end leather shoes were kicked open, and his calf was numb from the shock, but Still unwilling to stop.

"Song Chuan! Open the door!"

Yan Jingting roared, his voice hoarse.

But no response.

Yan Jingting panicked, why is there no sound at all?Song Chuan loved him so much, how could he worry?

"Song Chuan, can you open the door?"

The growl outside the door has turned into pleading.

"Even if you don't open the door, just say something to let me know you're still there, Song Chuan...I beg you...Song Chuan."

Begging, Yan Jingting used the word "begging" for the first time in his life.

He really didn't care about anything, he just wanted Song Chuan to be well.

The assistant rushed up and hugged Yan Jingting's waist, trying to pull him back, but his body really only gave him a sense of superiority in front of Song Chuan, and he was still vulnerable in front of people who really went to the gym for a long time.The assistant felt that not only did he not pull him back, but he was almost slammed into the door by Yan Jingting.

"Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan, you can't kick like this, you will hurt your legs! I called the locksmith to come right away, wait, come right away!"

"Wait?" Yan Jingting choked him and pressed him against the wall, "Song Chuan didn't even make a sound inside, you asked me to wait? What if he dies!"

Yan Jingting's face was haggard, his beard was sticking out, and his eyes were red. He didn't know whether it was caused by anger or because he hadn't slept for several days.It was the first time for the assistant to look at Yan Jingting so closely, and he suddenly found that there were tears in the other's eyes.

And his hands were trembling, and his voice was shaking out of shape.

Yan Jingting was scared, extremely scared.

The little bodyguard quickly led the locksmith to the door, and the locksmith went to open the door. The little bodyguard hurriedly rescued the assistant from Yan Jingting's hands, and the assistant was panting heavily.Yan Jingting didn't even dare to breathe, but just stared at the door.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would only see a cold corpse when he opened the door.

He was afraid that he would never see Song Chuan again.

He was afraid, he was really afraid.

Yan Jingting himself didn't know that Song Chuan had already occupied most of his heart.