Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan stared blankly at Yan Jingting, he had to admit that the other party's words of love hit him right off the bat.

Yan Jingting's body was dirty, his forehead was still stained with ashes brought out from the warehouse, and even his head was white. He was wearing extremely simple casual clothes underneath, with a cartoon green apron on the outside, how funny it would be How funny.

But Song Chuan couldn't laugh at all.

Yan Jingting had rehearsed the scene of confessing to Song Chuan countless times in his heart. He would show up in a luxurious European castle with a car full of flowers; or he could secretly kiss Song Chuan in the audience of the musical, in the closing music full of love.

But the reality is that there is no flower diamond ring, no western food music, not even a decent outfit.Yan Jingting was so empty-handed, full of embarrassment, and expressed his most sincere promise to Song Chuan in his life in this dilapidated park where the street lights couldn't even be turned on.

Because he couldn't take it anymore, really couldn't take it anymore.

At the beginning, those assumptions seemed like a joke, but the true love went deep, and there was no way to tell the time and place.

There were still crystal teardrops on Song Chuan's eyelashes, and they fell heavily on them, trembling, and finally landed on Yan Jingting's tiger's mouth with a "click", scorching hot.

The wall in Song Chuan's heart collapsed suddenly. When it was built, it was silent and the water flowed long, but when it collapsed, it was vigorous and thorough.

Song Chuan opened his mouth, his voice full of helplessness: "Why... I fell to you again..."

This sentence went softly with the passing cold wind, drifted in the air, and passed into Yan Jingting's ears in pieces.

"You... what did you say?"

Yan Jingting's heart was about to jump out of his head, his mind was so overwhelmed with joy that he couldn't even speak clearly: "Song Chuan...I heard it right...what did you say?"

"I admit it, Yan Jingting," Song Chuan said in a low voice, his long eyelashes closed his clear and deep eyes, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, "but you have to promise me that if you don't love me anymore, let me go. Just break up like ordinary couples, without entanglement, okay?"

In the end, he still lost his heart.

Song Chuan knew that he was once again trapped in this prison named Yan Jingting, unable to break free.Instead of running away desperately, it's better to try to get closer and stay together like ordinary couples. If Yan Jingting remains the same as before, then Song Chuan will definitely not entangle with him any longer.

For Song Chuan, this was a huge gamble. If he won the bet, he would be blessed with glory; if he lost the bet, he would be lost forever.

Yan Jingting knew that Song Chuan still didn't fully trust him, even so, it was a great joy for Song Chuan to let go and agree to be with him.As for the future, he will slowly make up for it by himself, and slowly make up for the lost trust.

With tears in his eyes, he nodded, "Thank you...Song Chuan."

"Thank you for still being able to forgive me."

His eyes fell on Song Chuan's lips. The cold wind made his lips a little lighter and slightly red. He gradually lowered his head, but Song Chuan did not avoid it.

Lips meet, rubbing together.When the young couple in the bushes not far away wanted to take a step closer, the woman glanced at the end of her eyes, and saw a figure quietly appearing behind the tree.The young couple was disturbed by their good business, felt bored, and left in a hurry.The man behind the tree didn't pay attention to the two people at all, his eyes passed over the overlapping bushes and fell on the two entangled people on the bench in the distance.

He Nai just watched, watching Yan Jingting and Song Chuan kissing each other, the jealousy in his heart was like a nourished vine, clinging to his heart heavily.His hand pressed against the trunk, and the rough bark rubbed against his hand, cutting a bloodstain.

He didn't seem to know the pain, his eyes were full of evil spirits, foggy, but his natural smiling eyes were extraordinarily terrifying at this moment.

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Ever since Song Chuan and Yan Jingting confirmed their relationship, Yan Jingting has been trying to find reasons to "borrow" at Song Chuan's house every day, from the cold weather at the beginning to the later feeling too tired to walk. It's all gone, Yan Jingting can even explain the insane reason why it's too lonely to sleep alone.

But Yan Jingting was quite honest, so honest that Song Chuan couldn't find fault, and turned a blind eye to his shameless behavior.Song Chuan made a floor bunk for him on the ground, threw the quilt, and drew a [-]th line to prevent him from crossing.He also obediently obeyed, nesting himself in a small corner on the ground as a big man every day. In order to avoid kicking the wall, his two long legs had to be bent, bending himself into a crescent shape.

But honestly, it didn't last long. Since Yan Jingting could shamelessly find reasons to rub against Song Chuan's house, he could shamelessly find reasons to rub against Song Chuan's bed.

One day when Song Chuan was sleeping deeply at night, he felt a furry head pressed against his back, and something hugged him, wrapping his arms around his waist.The opponent's movements were very gentle, and he tried his best not to be noticed, but Song Chuan's sleep was extremely light, so he was impatient with this movement, grabbed the pillow with his backhand and swept over.

"Yan Jingting, get the hell out of here!"

The people behind didn't dodge, and were hit hard by the pillow.Song Chuan reached out to turn on the light, and saw Yan Jingting's aggrieved face.

"Didn't it be agreed that you would play the floor?" Song Chuan straightened his arm, poked Yan Jingting's heart with a finger, and said coldly, "Go down."

Yan Jingting hugged the pillow reluctantly, and cried with resentment: "The floor is too hard, and the space is too small. I can't sleep well every day, and I feel dizzy when I wake up..."

Song Chuan was almost dizzy because of his reason: "That's not what you said when you insisted on sleeping at my house."

"Really? I don't remember." Yan Jingting's face was blank, and he was determined to carry the smelly shameless to the end.

"I just wanted to make do on the bed because it was too uncomfortable on the ground and I couldn't sleep well." Yan Jingting raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Chuan, then stretched out four fingers as if to swear, "I swear, I didn't do anything to you. "

Song Chuan frowned. Seeing this, Yan Jingting rubbed his knees and pressed his shoulders, expressing a plaintive expression of how much he had suffered and how much work he had done.

Song Chuan took a deep breath: "That's what you said, sleep honestly and never mess around."

Yan Jingting hugged the pillow and nodded desperately.

Song Chuan frowned, angrily and helplessly turned over and fell asleep, and didn't drive him down again.

A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of Yan, who could build a city wall with shame, turned off the light, and lay down next to Song Chuan, honestly separating a "galaxy" without interfering.

This peaceful life lasted for several days, until Song Chuan discovered that this "Galaxy" seemed to be narrowing slowly every day, until one day——

Song Chuan stared angrily at the handsome face who was close to him, and growled: "Yan Jingting, didn't you say that you should sleep honestly and never do anything foolish?"

Someone looked blank: "Really? I don't remember."