Mr. Yan, break up

The cafe is overcrowded every day, and most of the people sitting there are girls and sisters of all ages, which fully demonstrates the charm of Yan Jingting, who can live a life of all ages.Yan Jingting was called over by those women for various reasons, and she insisted on asking for contact information before she even said a word. Song Chuan was making coffee, and glanced at Yan Jingting from the corner of his eye.

Yan Jingting walked towards a woman in her 30s with a cup of coffee. The woman was sitting alone in a corner.She was wearing a well-tailored long black dress, and the bracelet on her wrist was shining brightly. Song Chuan's gaze was slightly deflected, and landed on the bag in the woman's hand.

Although Song Chuan doesn't have much research on fashion, he has been in the entertainment industry for a while and has seen many luxury goods worn by male and female stars. He will never admit the obvious logo on the bag. It is an internationally renowned brand. Luxury brands, at least six figures.

Huo, rich woman.

But why do rich women come to this kind of place? In his small cafe, the price of the most expensive products is only in double digits. Shouldn't such rich women go to luxury European-style palace-decorated villas for afternoon tea?

When the rich woman saw Yan Jingting walking over, her eyes lit up a little, and she looked him up and down. Song Chuan felt obedient with that scrutiny, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Just as Yan Jingting put down his coffee and was about to leave, the rich woman reached out and grabbed her arm: "Wait a minute."

Yan Jingting turned his head, the disgust in his eyes flashed, he put down her hand calmly, and stood aside.

The rich woman raised her chin at Yan Jingting: "What's your name?"

Yan Jingting didn't want to answer directly, he asked with a polite smile: "Is there something wrong with my service?"

"No, your service is very good." The rich woman raised her eyebrows when she saw his eyes becoming more and more charming, "How much do you pay for a month here?"

Song Chuan smelled gossip, picked up a glass of water at hand, sipped it slowly, leaned against the counter, and watched the show.

Yan Jingting replied lightly: "Not much, just enough to support myself."

The rich woman took out a business card from her pocket, stuffed it in Yan Jingting's hand, and whispered something in his ear. Seeing the two of them getting so close, Song Chuan's spirit instinctively tensed up, nervously I swallowed.

After that, the rich woman raised her eyebrows at Yan Jingting: "You can think about it."

After all, she didn't even drink the coffee, and left with her waist twisted.

Yan Jingting threw the business card aside, and patted the arm touched by the rich woman in disgust.

"What, what did you say?" Song Chuan asked pretending not to care.

Yan Jingting looked at him, and told the truth very upset: "She said she wants me to be his lover."

puff--

Song Chuan didn't take a sip of tea, he vomited it all up, and broke out into a burst of earth-shattering and weeping laughter for a long time, which startled the customers.

Song Chuan quickly covered his mouth, blushed and dragged Yan Jingting to the back kitchen.

"She...she wants to take care of you hahahahaha..." Song Chuan laughed so hard that he couldn't imagine that Yan Jingting, who is worth tens of billions, would be offered to take care of you one day.

"Stop laughing," Yan Jingting reprimanded unhappily, Song Chuan kept laughing, and Yan Jingting couldn't hold back his laughter, "Stop laughing." Song Chuan wiped away his tears with a smile, and Yan Jingting decided so Looking at him steadily, he suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"Ah... um?" Song Chuan was caught off guard by this sudden turn.

Yan Jingting suddenly hugged him, buried his face in Song Chuan's neck, and said solemnly: "Just now, that woman said she wanted me to be her underground lover, my first reaction was to feel insulted, Then I was very angry again. But when the anger subsided, I realized that it really takes courage to be a person's underground lover willingly."

Song Chuan's body was stiff, and he let Yan Jingting hold him like this. For some reason, he didn't escape.

Yan Jingting stayed in the coffee shop for a day, and the elegant woody fragrance that had never changed on him changed into a mellow aroma mixed with milk and a slight bitter taste of coffee, just lingering at the tip of Song Chuan's nose, it turned out to be surprisingly pleasant.

"It can't be made public. You always live behind me. During those days, you relied on me for everything, tolerated my bad temper infinitely, and were willing to get up and cook for me no matter how late it was, and listen to my complaints, but I ... nothing was given to you..."

Yan Jingting's voice was choked with sobs. Instead of doing anything to Song Chuan, he brought him infinite harm.

His breathing was a little dull, and he fluttered on the side of Song Chuan's neck, a little itchy.

"I'm sorry, Song Chuan, I'm sorry..."

Song Chuan pressed against his chest, listening to the thunderous heartbeat in his chest, he felt his neck warm up, and something slid down his neckline.

Feeling Yan Jingting's tears, Song Chuan's heart also ached, and the hand hanging by his side was slowly lifted up, before touching Yan Jingting's back.The door of the warehouse was opened, and a childish voice called out: "You are here!"

The two of them separated as quickly as if they were scalded. In a panic, Song Chuan caught a glimpse of Yan Jingting's eyes turning red.

When the two of them went out, they saw that Su Ya was already busy in front of the counter, Ruoruo obediently sat on the exclusive small bench in the counter, licking a lollipop and blinking at the two of them with wide eyes. indivual.

Ruoruo went to cram school for the past few days and didn't have time to come out to play. Today, as soon as school was over, he was going to meet Song Chuan. Who would have thought that the two of them would see a long queue in front of the counter as soon as they entered the door, but they were alone? waiter.

"Sister Su Ya, I'm sorry, it's our fault..." Song Chuan apologized helplessly, wringing his jaw.

And the winking Yan Jingting has already started to help.

Su Ya lowered her head and operated skillfully, with a smile on her face, she was not angry, and joked: "You two are going on a date, and you haven't come back for so long?"

Song Chuan blushed, and hastily denied: "No, we just... just..."

He was guilty, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time, and Su Ya knew it already: "It seems that a certain gentleman came to work in my small place, and it seems that he wanted to plot against my waiter."

"Yes," Yan Jingting readily agreed, turned around and said with a smile, "it depends on whether the boss is willing to give this waiter to me."

Song Chuan went into the counter and twisted Yan Jingting's back, causing him to hide in pain, begging for mercy with a smile on his face.

Su Ya just looked at the two of them with a smile, while Ruoruo was biting a lollipop, looked blankly at the adults asking riddles she couldn't understand, and looked at Song Chuan and Yan Jingting laughing again, She also followed silly music.

As the evening approached, the sun had already turned a slightly yellowish color, slanting down the glass into this small cafe, and laying a golden curtain on the ground.Everyone's body was stained with the gifts of the dusk, glowing with circles of dizzy gold, joyful and holy.

No one saw, outside the glass window, in the shade where the sun couldn't cast a shadow, a man was standing. He just stood like this, his eyes fell on the two laughing and joking people behind the counter.The usual gentleness disappeared at this moment, but the usual smiling eyes were full of coldness.A little girl in the cafe was idle and bored, her eyes casually glanced at the man outside the glass window, and suddenly there was an inexplicable chill behind her back, which made her turn her eyes away in a hurry, not daring to look again.