Mr. Yan, break up

The room was in darkness, a crack was slightly exposed in the curtains, and the sunlight streamed in along that crack, scrambling to get in, only bound to the small piece of ground, the rest of the place was still wrapped in darkness .

In that dark corner, there was a roughly human-shaped outline, the person seemed to have passed out on the ground, lifeless, there were a few bird calls from outside from time to time, and a few birds squatted by the window sill, curiously Looking inside, I couldn't help but pecked at the glass twice, the sound of rattling woke up the people in the corner.

With a wave of the man's hand, a heavy object crossed a parabola, passed the window, and hit the opposite wall. There was a sudden piercing sound of breaking. The bird outside the window was startled, flapped its wings and flew away. .The air was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol. The person in the corner moved and turned over. The wall was not stable and fell slowly along the wall.

He turned over without paying attention, and lay directly on the cold ground, continuing to slump.

"Bang bang bang-"

There were several hasty knocks on the door, and the people on the ground frowned unhappily, muttered in their mouths, and ignored them.

"Mr. Yan!! How are you, Mr. Yan?"

There was an assistant's voice outside, accompanied by the sound of forcing the doorknob to open. There was no doubt that the door had been locked by Yan Jingting.

"Boss Yan! Boss Yan, please let me know if there's anything wrong!"

The assistant's voice was tinged with worry, Yan Jingting's hands fumbled on the ground, and he slammed it on the door with precision.

The assistant was leaning against the door and trying to listen to the voice inside, worrying that he didn't hear the voice, when a sudden cracking sound almost made him fall on his back.

Well, he knew that Yan Jingting was still alive.

The assistant sighed, and was about to give up. He walked away resentfully from the door. He came downstairs and sat in the living room. After all, as a personal assistant, he had to keep the nature of being where the master was. The boss was in the room. Then he can only wait outside.

He sat in the living room, had nothing to do, replied a WeChat message to his girlfriend, and opened Weibo. The trending searches that went straight to the top almost made his eyeballs fall out of shock, until the assistant came out of the mobile phone I saw the hot searches that have become so popular.

"President Yan! Something happened!"

The assistant knocked on the door frantically: "Mr. Yan, something serious happened!"

The knocking on the door was repeated one after another, making Yan Jingting very irritable. He hated the assistant's stinking behavior of talking about the accident every day without saying what happened in detail.

The series of bombings really annoyed him, Yan Jingting got up from the ground, kicked away the wine bottle at his feet, and opened the door with bare feet, the assistant almost slapped him on the face when he couldn't dodge.

The smell of alcohol coming from the shop made the assistant almost unable to open his eyes, Yan Jingting in front of him seemed to be a different person, the clothes on his body were obviously the same as the one he wore out yesterday, all in pure black, and wine seemed to be spilled on his body, Wetly glued the clothes and skin together, vaguely outlining the good figure inside.The hair on the head was also messy and became an irregular bird's nest, standing upright in all directions in all directions, the eyes were dull, the beard was full of stubble, and the eye sockets were blue-purple.

Is this Yan Jingting who has always been meticulous from head to heel?

When did it become like this?

"What's the matter?" Yan Jingting frowned and stared at him, the assistant was stunned for a moment before realizing the shocking news in his hands.

"President Yan, something happened, something happened to Song Chuan!"

The words Song Chuan seemed to ignite Yan Jingting's fuse, and he immediately became furious, grabbed his assistant by the collar and asked, "Say it again?"

The assistant was so strangled that he couldn't speak, his face flushed, and he tried his best to lift the phone in front of Yan Jingting: "Look... look at this..."

[The newly promoted young student Song Chuan used to rely on accompanying wine to get the upper hand! 】

This simple and concise topic made Yan Jingting's heart skip a beat.

"Accompany... Accompany wine?"

These two words seemed completely unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't connect these two words with Song Chuan.

How could the person he put on top of his heart be able to drink with him?

How can it be!Yan Jingting snatched the phone almost in extreme anger. The video is not long, but it hammered the matter to death. The complete face of Song Chuan and the complete story line.The person who posted this video obviously didn't want to give Song Chuan a chance to make a comeback.

In the camera, Song Chuan's face was red, his eye sockets were also red, the hand holding the wine bottle was bursting with veins, and his joints were white.Yan Jingting only needed to take a look to understand that his Song Chuan was forced to drink, he was forced to drink it!

From the video, Yan Jingting could still hear the laughter of the people around him, as well as the clapping and booing of men.

What are they thinking of Song Chuan?

Think of it as a plaything to play with, as a joke when you have nothing to do?

This is the person Yan Jingting puts on top of his heart and is reluctant to make him angry. Was he humiliated by those people?

The back of Yan Jingting's hand holding the phone was already full of veins, he wished he could get into the screen and kill all those people, and save Song Chuan.Then he held Song Chuan in his arms and gently comforted him, telling him that he was still there and would always be there.

But Yan Jingting knew that he couldn't.

When Song Chuan was most difficult and helpless, he was not there at all! !

Big drops of tears fell on the screen of the mobile phone, and the tears bloomed one after another.

The always good-tempered assistant's eyes also turned cold, and he clenched his fists: "Mr. Yan, how should we deal with this?"

The video has already been spread, and it's too late to reseal it, and it's hard to clear it up. Song Chuan's face is clearly in the video.

Yan Jingting raised his eyes, his eyes were full of red: "Spend the money to seal it first, check the source of the video, and finally find me all the people who participated in this reception. I want a list."

Yan Jingting will never spare them.

He would make those people kneel in front of Song Chuan to apologize, and let them bear the suffering that Song Chuan had endured.

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Song Chuan's matter continued to ferment on the Internet, and he was immediately returned by the production crew. Because he signed a contract, no negative news would be released during filming. He lost a large amount of money for this, and all the money he earned during this period of time was lost went in.

A few days ago, the handsome newcomer who was praised by the whole network fell to the bottom in an instant. He was abused by the whole network, and even the car he was riding in was maliciously spray-painted with swear words and abusive patterns.This is the case in the entertainment industry, even if there are a lot of halos over one's body, the influence of a black material is so huge, it directly pulls people from the sky to the ground, and directly falls into the bottom of the valley.

Can no longer get up.

Song Chuan didn't even dare to go back to the ancestral house. According to Xiao Chen, the ancestral house had long been surrounded by radical fans, and he couldn't go back at all.Xiao Chen had no choice but to take him to his small rental house to stay for a while, and wait until the limelight passed.

During this period of time, Song Chuan didn't dare to go online, answer the phone, let alone go out. He just nestled in a corner and stared blankly at the corner for most of the day.The company's efforts have been fruitless, and they are going to let it go like this. Anyway, this heavy hammer has been hit so hard that they can't be saved.

Xiao Chen pays close attention to the developments on the Internet every day. Every day, the Internet scolds Song Chuan in different ways. All kinds of black pictures and black posts are like bamboo shoots after the rain. In the past few days, Xiao Chen has already met A lot of dirty words that he had never heard in his life.

He glanced at Song Chuan who was in a daze in the corner, and he didn't know how to talk to him, because as long as he opened his mouth, Song Chuan would look at him with wide eyes, and then asked him: "Is the Internet still scolding me?" ?”

Xiao Chen didn't want him to hear this answer over and over again, he didn't want Song Chuan to be hurt over and over again.

"jingle--"

The phone rang, and it was Miss Xu's.

He connected the phone, and Sister Xu's anxious voice came from there immediately: "Where is Song Chuan?!"

Xiao Chen glanced at Song Chuan in the corner, hesitated for a moment before answering, "What's wrong with me?"

"Give me your address, someone is looking for Song Chuan."

Xiao Chen was hesitating whether to give it, but sister Xu said, "He is Song Chuan's friend, here to pick him up and leave."

This person came very quickly, and it took less than an hour for Xiao Chen to give the address before the doorbell rang.He opened the door, and there was a tall man wearing simple white T jeans outside. The visitor smiled at him, revealing a very comfortable tenderness from inside to outside:

"Hi, my name is He Nai, may I ask if Song Chuan lives here?"