Mr. Yan, break up

Even though he was invincible in business battles, he felt helpless from Song Chuan.He didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that he would be hated by Song Chuan, but the thought of seeing Song Chuan in his heart was like the tip of a needle pricking his heart.Every day since then, he couldn't control his steps, and went to the cafe every day, in a fixed place, in a fixed corner, and sat there all the time.

Three years of separation has made Yan Jingting taste what it means to be haunted and dreamy, what it means to miss like a spring, and never give up.But he also knew what love is, and he knew what Song Chuan meant when he said, "Loving him means wanting him to be happy".Even though he really wanted to, thought of going crazy, thought of being stabbed by a knife in his heart, but he still chose not to disturb, silently guarding Song Chuan.

Yan Jingting looked at Song Chuan's face, the corners of his lips were raised, but the corners of his eyes were moist, and he was in a panic because he didn't know what to do.Every time he took the initiative to approach before, it would only become Song Chuan's endless disgust.

Now he can only look at him from a distance, from a distance that is not too far away, just look at him from a distance.

The curtains of Song Chuan's room were drawn, and the figure disappeared from the window, leaving only Yan Jingting downstairs, staring blankly at the window, singing a one-man show alone.

The thick clouds in the distant sky were heavy, and the sky was so stuffy that it panicked. Finally, with a sudden rumbling sound, the heavy rain fell down like this.

Yan Jingting was drenched by the sudden rain. He glanced at the sky in a daze. At first, there were bean-sized raindrops hitting his face, but soon it turned into a torrential rain.

He was so drenched that he jumped to his feet and trotted a few steps to the eaves, but the eaves were too short, the heavy rain mixed with the strong wind, and he had nowhere to escape. A handsome and handsome man who was originally fine turned into a drowned chicken in an instant.

Song Chuan was startled by the sudden thunder, and the heavy rain outside slammed on the glass, and he suddenly panicked: Yan Jingting...will he be drenched?

Soon he suppressed this thought: How is it possible, Yan Jingting is not a fool, wouldn't he leave when it rains?

But still unable to bear the worry in his heart, Song Chuan quietly lifted a curtain, only revealing a pair of eyes, and there was no one there, his heart sank without warning.

Sure enough, Yan Jingting had already left.

Two seconds before this thought arose, Song Chuan turned his gaze and caught sight of the man under the opposite eaves who had nowhere to escape from the heavy rain.

Yan Jingting was stopped in place by the heavy rain, seeing that the rain was getting bigger and bigger, and he had already pointed it thoroughly from the outside to the inside, his clothes were sticky to his body, the wind blew, and his heart felt cold.

He raised his eyes suddenly, and through the thick rain curtain, a person holding an umbrella ran over staggeringly, and the umbrella was blown by the strong wind, wishing to uproot the person.

I don't know if he was fooled by the wind, Yan Jingting's mind was a little confused: Who is he?Song Chuan?

how is this possible.

Yan Jingting laughed at himself, how could Song Chuan care...

"Are you a fool! Why don't you leave in such a heavy rain?!"

Yan Jingting was stunned, staring blankly at Song Chuan in front of him. The umbrella in his hand might as well not be opened. He was dripping from head to toe, and the thin T-shirt he was wearing was already sticking to his body. , vaguely outlines his slender figure.

Yan Jingting opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, he just stared stupidly at the man in front of him who seemed to have overcome all difficulties to rescue him.

"Song... Song Chuan, are you caring about me?"

He smiled happily, his eyes sparkling in the rain, as if they were shining.Yan Jingting was insanely happy at this moment, whatever the heavy rain or strong wind, let it go, he only knew that Song Chuan cared about him, and Song Chuan still couldn't bear to see him get wet in the rain.

Now Yan Jingting only needs to grasp a little bit of hope, and he can follow this hope to climb up.

Song Chuan looked at him smiling happily, and really didn't understand why he was so happy when he was in the rain, and he was so happy that he looked mentally retarded.

He pulled Yan Jingting under the umbrella, and forced him to go downstairs to his house. Two wet people were hiding from the rain in the stairway, but one had an irritable face, and the other smiled like a fool.

"Song Chuan," Yan Jingting asked cautiously, "Are you concerned about me?"

Song Chuan rolled his eyes at him: "Don't be sentimental, even if it is a stranger, I will help out, just warm-hearted."

Yan Jingting curled his lips, and before he could speak, a loud sneeze came out first.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and there was no tendency to stop at all. Song Chuan looked at him with his waist in his arms, and was about to open his mouth, but Yan Jingting stopped him first.

"I came here by myself without an assistant, so no one will pick me up; I live far away, I can't get a car here, and I don't have an umbrella, so..."

Yan Jingting blinked, shook off the heavy raindrops on his eyelashes, and pulled Song Chuan's arm pitifully: "So, I'm homeless now."

Song Chuan didn't come up in one breath.

Co-author Yan Jingting made up his mind to rely on him?

Yan Jingting lowered his eyes and looked at Song Chuan, who was half a head lower than him. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, still dripping water. From Song Chuan's angle, he could just see the water in his eyes Glittering.I don't know where Yan Jingting learned the act of acting like a spoiled child, his red lips were slightly puckered, which actually made Song Chuan see something pitiful.

no...that's...

"Are you seductive?" Yan Jingting said nothing, expressing his acquiescence.

Song Chuan sighed helplessly, made the biggest concession, got up and went upstairs: "Only stay for one night, leave tomorrow morning."

Yan Jingting smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and followed behind him frantically: "So is this a success in seduction?"

Song Chuan refused to admit it, and turned his face slightly red.

"No, it only shows that I have a kind heart."

Yan Jingting relied on his cheekiness to stay at Song Chuan's house for one night. Song Chuan went to take a shower first and changed his clothes. When he came out, Yan Jingting had already sneezed several times.

Song Chuan glanced at him, Yan Jingting suppressed the sneeze he was about to sneez, and replaced it with a big smile: "I'm fine."

"Who cares if you're okay, go take a shower."

Yan Jingting was pushed to the bathroom by him. When he came out of the shower, he found that cold medicine had been placed on the table. Song Chuan tapped on the table with his knuckles, and raised his chin at him: "Drink the medicine."

She almost wrote the word "tsundere" on her face.

After Song Chuan finished speaking, he went to turn on the TV, leaned on the sofa, but cast his eyes on Yan Jingting.

The medicine was very bitter, but Yan Jingting drank it happily. From the corners of his eyes to the corners of his lips, there was joy. Song Chuan cast his eyes sideways, and then retracted them with disgust.

Why is this person stupid after not seeing him for three years?

Song Chuan nestled on the sofa to watch TV, Yan Jingting moved a small bench to watch Song Chuan himself, the two formed a strange harmony, and after an unknown amount of time, Song Chuan's brows frowned more and more tightly, and finally endured Can't help but said to him: "Have you seen enough?"

Yan Jingting paused, and tilted his head on the edge of the sofa resentfully. Although his face was facing the TV, he couldn't help but glance at Song Chuan from the end of his eyes.

Song Chuan was bored watching TV, yawned continuously, and felt something rubbing against his shoulder in a daze.

His spirit became clear all of a sudden, Yan Jingting climbed onto the sofa at some point, and was sitting beside him watching TV, but now he fell asleep.

Yan Jingting's face was close to his own, and his head was resting on Song Chuan's shoulder. He was sleeping deeply, his cheeks were blushing, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had not slept soundly.He was wearing Song Chuan's large pajamas, and his hair was combed into a smooth, limp pot cover. Coupled with the milky white pajamas, he looked soft all over.

Song Chuan's heart felt as if someone had stabbed him hard. It was sore at first, and then it was as if he had fallen into the clouds all over the sky. It was so soft that it melted.

Yan Jingting's head shook, and Song Chuan hurriedly shifted his gaze to the TV because he was about to wake up. Who knew that Yan Jingting's head was just bouncing, all the way down Song Chuan's chest, and finally fell to the ground. On Song Chuan's lap.

He fell asleep again.

Song Chuan wanted to push him to wake him up, and his hand was hanging in the air, but it still didn't fall down. Instead, he reached out and took the blanket from the side, and covered Yan Jingting's body.

The night was getting dark, and there was already a complete silence outside, only the dialogue of the movie played on TV could be heard. Song Chuan yawned for a long time, but couldn't overcome the sleepiness after all, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

The next morning, Song Chuan woke up from the aroma.

The goal of waking up was the ceiling in his room. At some point, he was carried to the bed.

Song Chuan rolled on the bed, and he heard the sound of bowls and bowls clashing outside. Although it was very subtle, it was especially clear in the silence of the early morning.

He opened the door, and saw a milky white figure swaying inside the half-closed kitchen door, and the smell of rice came out through the crack of the door.

Apart from Song Chuan, there was only one person left in this room: Yan Jingting.

Yan Jingting...he can cook?

It might as well make Song Chuan believe that ghosts are cooking.

Yan Jingting came out of the kitchen with a plate, and met Song Chuan who was still in a daze. He had a meal first, and then greeted with a smile: "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Come and eat."

The words were so natural that Song Chuan suddenly had the illusion that they had been together for a long time, Yan Jingting greeted him with a smile like this every day, but this was just an ordinary morning.

what the hell!

Song Chuan shook his head, driving away this illusion from his mind, and pointed to the food on the plate that looked good: "When will you be able to cook?"

Yan Jingting's long eyelashes trembled, and the sadness in his eyes disappeared: "I have studied for three years, just to make it for you to try."

What Yan Jingting didn't say was that he had learned a lot of other things in the past three years, just to show Song Chuan.

Song Chuan raised his eyes: "Why are you so sure that we will meet again?"

"I'm not sure, but in these three years, I've been preparing to meet you again every day."