Mr. Yan, break up

He spoke firmly, and Song Chuan didn't dare to meet his eyes with his scorching eyes.Song Chuan's heart stopped for a beat, and Fang Ye seemed to turn his head, his tongue was tied, and after turning for a long time, he gave a low, symbolic "O".

Nervous to the point of turning, he quickly slipped to the bathroom.

The door was closed, and Song Chuan finally breathed a long sigh of relief in this small space. The heart in his chest seemed to break free, beating fast, and about to jump out.Song Chuan rinsed his face over and over again in front of the sink, and poured cold water on his increasingly hot face, finally lowering the temperature a little. He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, a little dazed, Somewhat at a loss.

He suddenly didn't recognize himself in the mirror.

What's more frightening is that he found that he has been shaken by Yan Jingting.

Yan Jingting was waiting outside. He stared fixedly at Song Chuan's swaying shadow on the frosted bathroom door. For a long time, he just waited for him to open the door and come out. Then he put the bowls and chopsticks in front of him with a smile: "Hungry!" Come on, let's eat."

Yan Jingting was wearing an apron, and sat obediently on a chair, waiting for him to eat.Song Chuan really couldn't see the slightest shadow of the indifferent CEO from him. Instead, he looked like...a little wife who was raised at home, and she was a little wife who obediently washed, cooked and served every day.

Seeing Yan Jingting like this, Song Chuan was extremely uncomfortable. When eating, he wanted to bury his head in the bowl, but he didn't dare to look at him.Before Song Chuan ate, he thought that Yan Jingting, who never touched Yangchun water since he was a child, would make the food so-so or difficult to eat. Unexpectedly, after he tasted it, he found that it was quite good, at least not inferior to his cooking skills. .

Song Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Jingting, and found that the other party hadn't eaten at all, and was staring at him with a silly smile on his face.

At that moment, Song Chuan thought that he hadn't woken up and was in a trance. He seemed to see that the person sitting opposite him was not Yan Jingting, but a big golden retriever who could only smirk.

"Cough cough cough..."

This idea came up unexpectedly, Song Chuan was choked suddenly, and almost sprayed food from his nostrils, Yan Jingting hurriedly handed him a tissue to wipe, and asked self-blamingly: "Is it because my cooking is not delicious?"

Song Chuan choked so hard that tears came out, waved his hands again and again, and stepped back: "What do you think I am doing?"

Yan Jingting was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again: "Of course because you are good-looking."

Song Chuan was so blocked by the praise of success that he didn't know what to say next. If Yan Jingting was tough with him like he was three years ago, Song Chuan would still be tough.But he is like this now, not forcing, not disturbing, not impulsive, he has cultivated a good man's virtue in three years, and he walks up to him with a smiling face all day long.As the saying goes, "You don't reach out to hit a smiling person", let alone a very handsome smiling person, Song Chuan really has nothing to do with Yan Jingting like this.

He blushed from the praise, and after a while he stammered and said, "I have to pack up and go to work, and you should go too."

Yan Jingting nodded: "Okay, I'll pack up and leave."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowls and chopsticks in a decent manner and entered the kitchen. After a while, there was the sound of running water in the kitchen.

After packing up his things, Song Chuan leaned against the door, looking at the slender and handsome figure in the kitchen, who was bending over slightly, carefully scrubbing the dishes in the sink.He noticed Song Chuan's gaze, turned his head and said with a smile, "I'll be fine, just wait for me."

"okay."

Song Chuan blurted out, and after he said that, he felt something was wrong: Why are they so natural, as if... two people have been together for a long time.

But isn't this way of getting along with him exactly what he had thought in his heart at the beginning?

Plain and natural, not too passionate, but comfortable.

Song Chuan's heart softened: Yan Jingting became like this because of him?

Three years ago, the cold and arrogant man who was like an exiled immortal, willingly got contaminated with the mortal world for the sake of Song Chuan.

Yan Jingting sent Song Chuan to the cafe and left first. He disappeared all morning, and even the little girls who came to see him were listless and very unhappy.But Song Chuan was probably even more unhappy. Even part-time students found that Song Chuan looked into that fixed corner no less than a dozen times within an hour.

"Brother Song, who are you looking at?" The part-time job student is only eighteen or nineteen years old, the most gossiping age, "Could it be that he misses that handsome guy who comes every day?" Song Chuan rolled his eyes at him: " none of your business."

"Don't worry, Brother Song, why are you so embarrassed," the part-timer smiled meanly, deliberately teasing him, "Now that the society is so open, the same sex is also accepted."

"Go away," Song Chuan pushed him aside, "Go make your coffee."

After Song Chuan returned to work in the cafe, Yan Jingting hadn't been seen for two days in a row. Song Chuan could clearly feel that the number of customers in the cafe had decreased by half in these two days.Song Chuan was also happy to be free. The part-time worker resigned within two days because of academic problems. Su Ya said that he would arrange a newcomer for him. Within two days, this "newcomer" came to report.

When Song Chuan saw Yan Jingting appearing in front of him in the clothes of a waiter, his jaw dropped from fright.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Jingting walked into the counter naturally: "I have officially become a waiter here, of course I have come to work. And the boss said that I should obey you obediently and learn how to make coffee from you. Now you are my master. "

Song Chuan really couldn't figure it out: Crazy, it's wrong to be a good president, come here to be a waiter?

And... who doesn't know that Yan Jingting has passed the barista qualification certificate, and now he's pretending to be a novice!

"Why do you... come here to work?"

You earn a lot of money, want to experience the life of civilians?

Yan Jingting replied naturally: "Of course it's because I like it."

Song Chuan couldn't understand the minds of rich people: "Do you like to work in cafes?"

Yan Jingting was tidying up the table. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes to Song Chuan, his eyes sparkling, and he raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say that I like this."

"Then you like..."

Song Chuan suddenly noticed it halfway through the question and almost bit off his tongue.

Yan Jingting moved closer to him, lowered his head and met Song Chuan's eyes.His eyelids are very thin, his eyelashes are curled and curled up, and his deep eyes are closed, soaked in a deep pool.

"Why don't you ask, master?"

Song Chuan moved his lips, stepped back, and distanced himself from him. After grinding his molars for a long time, he couldn't say anything, so he gritted his teeth: "Who cares about you."

Yan Jingting already had a good foundation, but Song Chuan just taught him briefly, and he officially started working.During the work, Yan Jingting showed no signs of grievance, and was obviously very enthusiastic, although what he was enthusiastic about was not the work itself, but the people who worked with him.

With his handsome face, tall and slender figure, and his attitude of perfect service, he is actually better than Song Chuan.

Song Chuan just stared blankly at Yan Jingting nimbly shuttling among various guests, neither humble nor overbearing, without any airs, he was completely dumbfounded.

Is this still the arrogant Yan Jingting back then?

Is he blind or is Yan Jingting out of his mind?

It took Song Chuan a long time to digest Yan Jingting's new identity, and his work was slowly getting on the right track. Except for the addition of an idiot face who stared at him every day when he was free, nothing changed at all.

No, there is another point that has changed, that is, there are more and more female customers in the cafe...

The eyes of those female customers were like wolves and tigers, wishing to devour Yan Jingting into their stomachs.

As a result... Song Chuan's anger is inexplicably... very big every day.