Mr. Yan, break up

There was only a "click", the lock was unlocked, and the door slowly opened a crack.As soon as the locksmith turned his head, before he had time to speak, he was pushed aside by a strong force, and before he could stand still, he saw a figure rushing into the room like a wind.

The sun was shining outside, but the room was pitch black, and the blackout curtains were closed, making it impossible to see anything clearly.Only after the door was opened, the light from the corridor cast a little along the opened door, and then a figure curled up in the corner was reflected.

That figure is small, and it doesn't look like a grown man at all.

It wasn't until he walked in that he could see clearly, Song Chuan buried his head in the elbow, because of extreme fear, he could only shrink himself up desperately, to gain a little sense of security in this small place.

Yan Jingting rushed in recklessly, he didn't care about anything, he just wanted to make sure that the person he was thinking of was still safe.He didn't even bother to turn on the light, and rushed over in the dim light, not paying attention to the steps under his feet, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

He got up stumblingly, rushed over and hugged that figure directly in his arms, until he felt the familiar scent of the other person, his temperature and soft breathing, finally the stone in his heart was smashed down heavily, and then he relaxed for a while. tone.

"That's great, Song Chuan, that's great, it's really great that you're fine."

He felt his heart fall back to the original place. He didn't want to feel this kind of ups and downs again.

Song Chuan originally thought that his whole body was numb, but he suddenly felt a hot tear slipping into his neck from the back of his neck, and then slid down the neckline, leaving a stream of hot temperature where it flowed , so hot that he reacted slowly.

He found that the door had been opened, and he was hugged by someone.

Song Chuan was familiar with this person's voice, his smell, and he had loved him to the bottom of his heart a long time ago.

But now, he was filled with disgust.

Song Chuan struggled lightly, Yan Jingting hugged him very tightly, wishing to rub him into his flesh and blood, Song Chuan couldn't struggle, so he could only open his mouth and say, "Let me go."

He hasn't drank water for a long time, his throat is as dry and hoarse as sandpaper, and he can't wait to bleed even if he speaks a word.

And Yan Jingting was like going crazy, hugging him fiercely, inserting his fingers into Song Chuan's hair, burying his face in the hollow of his shoulder, sniffing Song Chuan's scent.He didn't dare to let go at all, the bones of Song Chuan's body were pinching his hand, he even felt that there was almost no flesh on Song Chuan's body, it was all bones, so light that it was unreal.

He was afraid that this was a dream, if he let go, Song Chuan would disappear with the wind.

Song Chuan's voice was cold, without any emotion, he just repeated mechanically: "Let me go."

Yan Jingting's whole body was shocked, Song Chuan's tone was never before flat, but it implied a coldness that penetrated to the bone.

After hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly let go. The assistant turned on the light from the door, and the room suddenly lit up. Song Chuan was stabbed so suddenly that he didn't open his eyes, and it took a long time to recover.

Only then did Yan Jingting see clearly the appearance of the person in front of him: Song Chuan's face was no longer as rosy as before, but haggard, with thin cheekbones and high, sunken eye sockets, covered with a layer of bruised dark circles.The line of the chin suddenly tightened, making it painfully thin.

How did he become like this, Yan Jingting didn't dare to think, how could Song Chuan become like this?

His heart suddenly ached.

"Song Chuan, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you, I'm sorry..."

Yan Jingting can't say anything except sorry.

He can't wait to go back and ask himself a few days ago:

Why didn't I find out that Qi Qianchen would rather go to Song Chuan's crew than to cut the show?

Why didn't he find out that Qi Qianchen actually knew about their relationship a long time ago?

And why didn't Song Chuan be well protected?

why! ! !

Yan Jingting's regret was useless now, Song Chuan avoided his embrace, got up from the ground, his footsteps were a little unsteady from sitting for a long time, his figure wobbled as soon as he stood up.

Yan Jingting hastily stretched out his hand to pull, but was thrown away by Song Chuan.

"go away."

The voice was cold.

Yan Jingting's hand was hanging in the air, and it did not hang down for a long time.

Song Chuan's mind was already in chaos at this time, the only thing he knew was that he didn't want to see Yan Jingting, let alone have any relationship with him.

With this thought in mind, Song Chuan walked out on his own. He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that Yan Jingting was in this room, and he didn't want to stay here.

The assistant watched him go out alone at the door, and he glanced at Yan Jingting who was still there, swallowed, stepped back, and made room for Song Chuan.

He didn't dare to touch it, let alone hold it up. The only thing he could do was to keep his eyes firmly on Song Chuan's back, watching him float around the corner like a ghost, and disappear at the door.

In less than two seconds, there was only a loud "boom" outside, which was the dull sound of a person's body hitting the floor.

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Song Chuan didn't know how long he had been asleep. He dreamed that he was being chased and forced to the edge of a cliff. Those who were chasing him were standing outside, holding up their mobile phones and filming him frantically. They couldn't stop talking. Cursing and drooling.

He covered his face, wanting to escape but there was nowhere to go, the land was flat, almost unobstructed, there was no place for him to hide, and no one was willing to reach out to save him.

The swearing one after another suddenly took shape, as if a sword was coming towards him, and they all hit him without exception. Song Chuan didn't feel pain, but felt uncomfortable, his chest felt tight, and he couldn't breathe.

There was a graceful figure standing in the distance, it was Qi Qianchen, she smiled at herself triumphantly, and told him with her mouth: "Being a mistress, this is the consequence!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jingting came out from nowhere and held Qi Qianchen in his arms. Song Chuan desperately wanted to ask for help, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.And Yan Jingting didn't even look at him, just smiled and said something to Qi Qianchen, and the two walked away intimately.Song Chuan was forced to back up, his foot had already stepped on the edge of the cliff, and under the cliff was a rushing river, those people were getting closer and closer with their mobile phones, but he could only be forced to back up, back up ...

"Xiao Chuan."

A soft sound came from behind, Song Chuan turned his head and saw a young gentle woman and a serious old man standing under the cliff at some point, his eyes became hot: those were mother and grandpa.

They were waving at him, and his mother said to him gently with her usual smile: "Xiao Chuan, if you are tired, come to us."

Song Chuan burst into tears, and at that moment all the grievances flooded into his heart, stuck in his heart, unable to go up or down, so blocked that he almost spit out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

He was really tired, very tired, so tired that he really wanted to give up.

The person in front of him was wearing a mobile phone, smiling ferociously, like a ghost from hell, approaching him step by step, behind him were mother and grandpa calling softly.Song Chuan suddenly felt that it would be fine if he jumped directly.

He really wanted to be free.

Song Chuan stood on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes instead of looking at those approaching people, and finally jumped——

"what--"

Song Chuan suddenly sat up from the bed, the feeling of falling from the cliff in his dream seemed real, even the wind blowing against his ears was so real that it was frightening.He was panting heavily, his heart beating wildly, and a layer of cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Song Chuan, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Are you okay?"

Yan Jingting stayed by the bed all night without closing his eyes, and in addition to dealing with various affairs in the past few days, he hardly slept, even his body couldn't stand it.It was just dawn that day, and he was exhausted and slumped on the chair. As soon as he fell asleep, he was awakened by Song Chuan's scream.

Because he got up too quickly, Song Chuan had a little low blood pressure, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see clearly.He only felt that someone beside him was helping him to lie back on the bed again, and when his brain was congested again, he slowly saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Snow-white ceilings, white walls, lingering in the air is a faint smell of disinfectant, and the ticking of the machine, you can hear the footsteps of people coming and going outside if you listen carefully.

He came to the hospital again.

Yan Jingting was ecstatic when he saw him wake up, and the tiredness that was about to swallow him up was instantly swept away by the excitement. With his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, he babbled very attentively: "The doctor said you It’s because you’ve been on a diet for too long that you passed out, and I gave you an infusion, so it’s no big deal…Song Chuan, are you hungry now, what do you want to eat?”

Song Chuan didn't want to talk, but just stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes circled around the lines on it, but didn't fall on Yan Jingting's body.

Yan Jingting found it unpleasant, but he was still not angry at all. He took out an apple from the basket beside the bed. Young Master Yan, who had never touched a paring knife, peeled an apple into a pitted hole, and handed it to him with a smile. : "Do you want to eat it or not?"

Song Chuan simply turned over and turned his back to him.

Yan Jingting's smile froze on his face, but in the end he didn't let it hang down, and continued to ask without giving up: "I'll send someone to buy porridge, which kind do you want, white porridge or salty porridge?"

Song Chuan remained silent for a long time.

All that was left of him was a thin shoulder, with a horribly raised vertebrae at the nape of his neck.

Yan Jingting said to himself: "You like porridge, right? I almost forgot that you like sweet..."

"Let me go, Yan Jingting."

Song Chuan said suddenly.

Yan Jingting's hand froze, the apple in his hand fell, and he rolled away for a long distance, and finally hit a corner, covered in dirt.

Song Chuan's gaze fell outside the window, it was already winter, and the leaves of the trees outside the window were almost all fallen, looking around, it was desolate.

Yan Jingting didn't speak, there was a weird silence between the two of them, so quiet that Song Chuan could hear Yan Jingting's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

"I was wrong, Song Chuan, I really know I was wrong, I didn't protect you well, I swear this is the last time..." Yan Jingting put his hand on Song Chuan's back, and followed his butterfly bone. lingering on his side face, Yan Jingting's voice was trembling like never before, humble to the extreme, full of pleading, "I have never loved anyone, this is the first time, I... Proficient, can you give me a chance, I really can't lose you, Song Chuan..."

Song Chuan curled his lips, but his eyes were dead silent.

His heart is completely cold.

"Give you a chance? Let me be a mistress again?"