Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan only looked at Yan Jingting, not even knowing when he put a hand on his waist.What's more, he didn't see that the moment Yan Yuankai wrapped his arms around his waist, he cast a smug look at Yan Jingting.

That look is saying: Look, you will always be the dog who only dares to bark behind your back, even if I touch your little lover, you dare not bark.

Yan Jingting's eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the hostility in his eyes, covered with a layer of specious mist, no emotion could be seen on his face at all, as if Yan Yuankai was not holding his lover, but he was with him. Like the people around him, he is an insignificant theatergoer.

Song Chuan felt cold, Yan Jingting...does he really not care about himself?

Yan Yuankai was also slightly stunned, he wanted to tear off Yan Jingting's hypocrisy, and seeing the furious expression on Yan Jingting's always planning face, he didn't believe that Yan Jingting could hold his breath.

Yan Yuankai's eyes fell on Song Chuan's side face, and he suddenly leaned close to Song Chuan's ear, and his lips seemed to brush his cheek: "I sent you to the place safely, thank you."

Song Chuan felt his ears heat up, and wished he could jump out three meters away. Seeing his flustered appearance, Yan Yuankai smiled contentedly and winked at him.With a few words, the people around were dismissed, and everyone surrounded Yan Yuankai and walked into the villa. Song Chuan lost his "heat" in an instant, and he turned his head to look at Yan Jingting, the place was empty.

Do not know when, he has left.

Song Chuan's heart sank again and again, and he had already hit the bottom.

He laughed at himself. He and Yan Jingting were underground lovers in the contract. He didn't disclose his identity, but he only needed to be a qualified lover. Didn't he know this from the beginning?

Then what are you looking forward to?

Song Chuan, oh Song Chuan, you are a fool, a fool who doesn't remember how many times your hopes have been extinguished, and who continues to bump into you with a touch of expectation.

"Xiao Song! Xiao Song!"

The supervisor waved to him on the steps, beckoning him to go in, Song Chuan forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief, put a smile on his face, and followed.

Song Chuan originally thought that he would be asked by the supervisor why he got out of the car of Mr. Yan's family, and he was ready to explain it.Who knew that the supervisor would not play his cards according to common sense, and nodded to him approvingly: "Yes, I thought you would feel uncomfortable, but I didn't expect you to climb up to the eldest son of the Yan family so quickly, Xiao Song, you usually keep silent Yes, at the critical moment, it is not obvious that you have two brushes."

Song Chuan's prepared rhetoric was useless under the words of the supervisor. Perhaps in the eyes of a supervisor, the reason and process were not important, what mattered was the result: he "climbed" Yan Yuankai.

He instantly felt that he didn't need any explanation.

Song Chuan followed the supervisor into the door, and a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes.It's not that he has never seen luxurious decoration, nor has he seen a tall residence, but the design of the first floor of this villa is too exaggerated, with complicated European-style decoration, and the word "expensive" is written on every corner of the eye. , the paved marble is dazzlingly bright, Nordic reliefs, precious calligraphy and paintings, the eyes are either inlaid with gold or emerald jade, and the smell of banknotes is everywhere.One can tell who the owner of this villa is at a glance, there is no way, it is extremely rich with Yan Yuankai's extremely coquettish temperament, it is difficult for people to guess.

The entire floor of this floor is designed for entertainment. If we say that this is a private villa, it is better to say that it is a privately built sensual place.

Yan Yuankai and the invited guests went all the way to the top terrace, but Song Chuan accurately captured the slender and stern figure in the innermost part of the first floor.

Song Chuan whispered to the supervisor: "Director, I'm going to the bathroom."

The supervisor let out an "ah", as if he was afraid that he would slip away, and kept telling him, "You must come, don't go too long."

Song Chuan nodded. There were not many people staying in the hall on the first floor, and not many people noticed him. Song Chuan walked along the place where Yan Jingting disappeared, and passed a corner, and was dragged from the side vigorously. go.

Song Chuan struggled reflexively, and then realized the identity of this person, and immediately obediently remained still.

Yan Jingting wrapped his arms around his body, imprisoning Song Chuan in the small field between the sink and his body, the faint smell of perfume on his body filled his nose, and his voice was hoarse but extremely cold: "This is Yan's family. Do you know the reception, who asked you to come here?"

"I..." Song Chuan lowered his head, and his gaze was on Yan Jingting's chest. He unbuttoned two buttons of Yan Jingting's shirt, revealing the delicate collarbone and the alluring dimple inside. He couldn't help swallowing. Drooling, he replied in a low voice, "I only found out after I came here that this is run by the Yan family."

"Hmph," Yan Jingting was very dissatisfied with the answer, he stretched out his long arms, pulled off the tissue beside him, dipped it in some water, and wiped his side face vigorously.He seemed to feel dirty, and couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands, Song Chuan just let him wipe without saying a word, until the thin pages were torn clean.

Song Chuan's side face was stained with a layer of red, which was hot and painful.

Yan Jingting's voice was dangerous and mocking: "Song Chuan, I warn you, you can stay by my side if you want, don't let other men touch you outside, do you hear me?"

Song Chuan responded in a low voice, with his eyelids half-covered, and looking at it from Yan Jingting's perspective, he could tell that Song Chuan's eyes were beautiful, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and against the delicate tails of his eyebrows, he was a little more delicate .It is obviously a good-looking skin, but on Song Chuan's face that is always lifeless, people can't find other words to describe it except that it feels wasteful, making people inexplicably irritated.

Especially this kind of submissive expression made Yan Jingting furious. Yan Jingting clamped his chin, lowered his head and kissed his lips fiercely. On the marble, through the mirror beside him, he saw the overlapping bodies of himself and Yan Jingting, and the brows and eyes of the two had already been dyed crimson.

He was kissed until he couldn't breathe, Yan Jingting let him go, and stuck to his lips, a position that could be close to his lips with a slight movement, extremely ambiguous.

The other party stared at Song Chuan's eyes hidden under his bangs, and said in a deep voice, "Remember your identity and who you are."

Yan Jingting straightened his clothes and looked at him with downcast eyes impatiently: "There are security guards downstairs. Since Yan Yuankai is following you, he will not let you leave easily. Stay away and go back when it's over."

"Hmm... okay." Song Chuan nodded, trying not to let his breathing become disordered. He watched Yan Jingting's leather shoes disappear at the door of the bathroom, and finally couldn't restrain himself. He put his hands on the sink and breathed heavily.

Song Chuan looked at his blushing face in the mirror, it was a little more rosy than usual, and it looked much better, except for the untimely swollen circle on his lips, which made people think about it.He straightened his ripped shirt and washed his face several times before he dared to walk out the door.At this time, there was no one else in the hall except for a few ladies who received the reception. The girls saw Song Chuan's legs almost unsteady, and immediately understood what happened in the bathroom just now.

Song Chuan went all the way to the top terrace in desperation under the gossiping eyes of several ladies.

Here is a completely different scene. If you say that the atmosphere of a commercial reception was there just now when you gathered together downstairs, now in this place where lights, dances and music intersect and demons dance wildly, it has nothing to do with a reception at all, let alone a reception. It's like an entertainment party for an upper-class rich man.

The sexy girl shuttled among the crowd with a wine glass, and she did not forget to throw a few winks at Song Chuan, but Song Chuan didn't dare to accept them all and blocked them all.He was like a rabbit that strayed into a wolf's lair, afraid that the monsters and ghosts here would swallow him alive in the next second.

The supervisor stood outside the crowd and chatted with people, and had no time to take care of him at all. Song Chuan was also inconvenient to go up and disturb him, so he found a corner that was as unattractive as possible, and became a transparent person with peace of mind.

Not long after he sat down, he heard a few whispers coming from outside the door. Song Chuan looked over in a blink of an eye, and two men came to the door.

One was only in his 30s, and his hair, which was still stubborn and upturned just now, had been smoothed out. At any rate, it looked more comfortable, and the white shirt on his body was replaced by a more flamboyant floral shirt.The only thing that remains the same is the buttons he undid to his chest, exuding hormones that Song Chuan couldn't get but fascinated all the young men and women in the audience.

Although the one is younger, he is more calm than the older ones. He wears a well-proportioned suit that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. In this noisy and flashy place, he is like the Ding Haishenzhen, who always maintains a sense of distance from everyone. Although he was smiling, his brows and eyes were full of alienation.As soon as he appeared on the stage, all the girls present couldn't help looking at him. Unlike Yan Yuankai, they only looked up at Yan Jingting silently with affection at most. Everyone knew that behind the smiling but alienated mask of the second son of the Yan family What a cruel method.

Yan Jingting seemed to be looking at him, Song Chuan took two steps back, obediently hiding behind the crowd.

As soon as the two appeared on the stage, many people came towards them. Yan Yuankai dismissed them with a few words, but Yan Jingting was entangled and couldn't get away.Yan Yuankai took advantage of this loophole and went to Song Chuan's direction.

Song Chuan was crouching in a corner with a glass of out of place juice in his hand, thinking to get through this silently, but he didn't expect that there would always be someone who didn't want him to be safe.A black shadow stopped in front of him, Song Chuan's eyes went dark, and he raised his eyes to meet Yan Yuankai.

Yan Yuankai was obviously very interested in him, and he walked up to him with a glass of wine. Song Chuan's first reaction was to leave, but he was directly stopped by the people behind him, and he was forced to face Yan Yuankai.

"Why are you leaving?" Yan Yuankai looked down at the juice in his hand, raised his glass, "won't you have a drink?"

Song Chuan said: "I can't drink."

Yan Yuankai laughed and said: "This is a reception, how can you not drink?"

With that said, the wine glass was handed to him.