Mr. Yan, break up

A man appeared at the corner of the stairs. Song Chuan was dazed all the way and didn't notice it. He followed Song Chuan all the way down from the top floor, reeking of alcohol. It was Yan Yuankai who was like a peacock all day long.

Yan Yuankai waved his hand, signaling to the few remaining reception girls on the first floor to leave by themselves. These girls are not fools. If they do too much on this kind of occasion, they will pretend to be blind, wink at each other, and all disappear at the door.

The girl at the end closed the door intimately, and the last cold wind swept across Song Chuan's face with the salty smell outside, and raised a few wisps of hair on his forehead, his eyelids trembled, and he struggled to open a gap Son, I can only feel the glare of the light coming in, and the vast expanse of whiteness.

Yan Yuankai walked up to the fainted Song Chuan calmly, bent down and pinched his thin chin, Song Chuan was forced to lift his face, his bangs drooped to one side, revealing his smooth forehead.

Without the cover of bangs that were always in the way, Song Chuan's entire face was exposed in front of his eyes.His face is not as tough as the average man's. On the contrary, the bone line is soft, mixed with the softness of a woman. The line from the brow bone to the chin is smooth, and it is tightened at the jaw, not too sharp, and it makes him uncomfortable. Too delicate like a woman.

It is a standard appearance of a male beauty.

Yan Yuankai looked at his face, as if inspecting the goods, and sneered: Song Chuan's thick bangs usually covered half of his face, plus he was always timid, soft and deceitful, and he seemed mostly gloomy.This is the first time that he has discovered that he actually has a pretty good appearance.

Song Chuan was vaguely aware of the flowered shirt that was dangling in front of him, and after a while he realized that it was Yan Yuankai.He had a feeling that something was wrong, and he struggled to get up, but the heat waves burning in his body layer by layer made him feel powerless.His hands instinctively wanted to push Yan Yuankai away, but his strength was like a weak rabbit baring its teeth, threatening the tiger that he could never win.

"You... Get lost..." This ruthless sentence came out of Song Chuan's mouth, with a weak and sticky tone in his voice, as well as a hint of softness.

"Get out?" Yan Yuankai sneered, lifted half of his obstructive bangs on his forehead, looked at his loving eyes under his bangs, "Get out? What confidence do you have to say this to me? That old man Song Teng can't take care of himself. As for That lunatic Yan Jingting, he is only allowed to bark behind his back, do you think he will confront me head-on for you?"

Song Chuan couldn't hear anything clearly, Yan Yuankai's words were like a mess, every word and every sentence caught his ears, but he didn't know the meaning at all.He only knew that he was in the hands of others, and he didn't have any chance to resist.

Yan Yuankai raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Chuan's face hidden under his bangs, as if he had discovered a new world: "I just wanted to take a few nude photos of you for fun, but I didn't expect you to be quite good-looking. Let me spend the night with you. Not bad."

Song Chuan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He only heard Yan Yuankai say something like "one night", "nude photos", "Song Teng" and "Yan Jingting", but his mind was already in a mess, These words are mixed together, and I don't know what they mean.

As he said that, Yan Yuankai didn't give him a chance to react at all. Taking advantage of the strong effects of the medicine, he picked up Song Chuan and turned to the guest room on the first floor with ease.

Song Chuan was dragged into the room by Yan Yuankai in a daze, and threw him on the bed, with the soft mattress behind him, sinking deeply and bouncing up again.

Yan Yuankai's eyes were burning hot and perverted, and he looked Song Chuan from top to bottom a few times, feeling more and more that he had found a treasure.He has always been a man of both sexes, he has a wife at home, and he also has a lot of male lovers outside, especially Song Chuan's soft and deceitful beauty, which suits his appetite.

He smiled obscenely, and ran his fingertips down Song Chuan's open skirt...

The lock was suddenly opened, and the door was kicked and slammed into the wall. Yan Yuankai hadn't reacted to the sudden sound, but as soon as he turned his head, a black shadow covered his eyes.

"what--"

A burst of pain came suddenly.

Yan Yuankai's hand was grabbed and twisted nearly 180 degrees.

He was carried by the strength of the person who came, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He was oppressed by absolute power and curled up in the corner, his wrist seemed to be broken.When his wrist was about to be scrapped, the visitor finally let go of his hand out of mercy, and glanced down at Yan Yuankai who was struggling on the ground. His brows were dark and cold with a deep hostility.It was completely different from the usual appearance. At this time, Yan Jingting seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, or he was an evil spirit in the first place.

"Yan Jingting! You are courting death!"

When Yan Jingting let go of his hand, Yan Yuankai was not someone to be bullied. Seeing the opportunity, he wanted to get up and punch him. Yan Jingting turned his head, and the opponent's fist brushed past his side.

Then Yan Yuankai was directly kicked on the lower abdomen.

Resolutely cruel.

Yan Yuankai was thrown out like a sandbag and hit the ground heavily.The high table behind him shattered, and the broken glass hit Yan Yuankai's head and face, and the things placed on it scattered all over the floor.

Yan Jingting looked down at him curled up on the ground clutching his lower abdomen, and said lightly: "Don't rush to get angry, save your anger and wait until tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" Yan Yuankai gritted his teeth and wanted to get up, but his feet slipped and fell to the ground again.

Yan Jingting said something in a low voice, Yan Yuankai's face changed drastically, it seemed incredible, he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you!"

Yan Jingting was very satisfied with his expression, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "In about an hour, the trending search will reach the top. My sister-in-law will return to China tomorrow morning. She will definitely like this gift."

Coincidentally, Yan Yuankai received a phone call in his hand. If he had some doubts just now, but a few annoyed voices from the phone completely shattered his doubts. Yan Yuankai hadn't heard the other party finish speaking. , his complexion changed instantly, and before he even had time to confront Yan Jingting, he cursed at the phone: "What are you waiting for! Hurry up and buy the media, suppress it!"

The other side of the phone was also frustrated, and only gave him four words: "It's too late."

He got up from the ground and gave Yan Jingting a hard look, but the other party ignored it and returned the look to him perfectly.Yan Yuankai was clutching his stomach, he couldn't walk straight, he rolled out like shit, and he didn't forget to yell at the phone: "Come pick me up!"

Yan Yuankai's figure disappeared at the door. After the door was violently kicked by Yan Jingting, it was punched by Yan Yuankai again. After shaking twice tremblingly, the door closed automatically.

Yan Jingting turned his head to look at Song Chuan on the bed, his face turned to one side, blushing, his bangs raised slightly, his consciousness was already blurred, but he still opened his eyes with all his strength, trying to wake himself up.Little did they know that his appearance turned out to be rare and alluring, his nimble eyes filled with water mist, adding a little more charm, making him somewhat weak and beautiful.

He remembered Song Chuan's slender waist and his deeply sunken waist when he was on the dance floor...

Song Chuan huddled up on the bed. This villa was bought by Yan Yuankai to spend his days and nights. There is a row of guest rooms behind the hall on the first floor. Some guests can live here directly when they are drunk, or if they see the right way, they can be used as firewood. place.Although Yan Yuankai is not very good at business, he is well-known in the whole circle when it comes to managing fun.

Even if the rooms here are not frequented by people, they must be cleaned every day, clean and at a suitable temperature.

But this suitable temperature is like pouring another bucket of oil on Song Chuan's fire, which has burned his mind so much that he urgently needs something cool to relieve it.

His body was screaming innocently, but the man in front of him was indifferent.

Yan Jingting approached him, and a shadow appeared in front of Song Chuan's eyes. The other party was backlit, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but Song Chuan could recognize the smell on his body even if he turned into ashes.

Song Chuan's voice was stained with sticky desire, begging bitterly: "Yan..."

"Yan what?" Yan Jingting looked downcastly at Song Chuan struggling on the bed. Song Chuan's whole body was burned by the heat and he had no energy left. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the person in front of him, but was caught Dodge lightly.

Yan Jingting watched him being tortured calmly, his eyes moved from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his lips little by little, his eyes slowly became tinged with charm, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he asked again Said: "Strict what?"

He was torturing Song Chuan on purpose. If he came a little later, Yan Yuankai's hand would be slightly lowered from his chest. When he thought of this, he felt a nameless fire rising from his chest.

Song Chuan's voice was burning with deep desire, his strength was burnt down, and even his speech was unbearably weak: "Yan...Jing Ting...help me..."

Yan Jingting was very satisfied with his performance, this sentence let his anger down half, as for the remaining half of anger...

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The next day, Song Chuan woke up on the bed in the guest room. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a very clear crunching sound from his waist. He couldn't get up and fell down.Apart from being tired, the whole body is still tired, like a puppet that has been dismantled and put back on again, so unfamiliar that it is uncontrollable.

He lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head, and the events of last night began to squeeze into his mind bit by bit.

Yan Yuankai drugged him, then he was carried into the room, and then...

Then came Yan Jingting.

Have a good night, Song Chuan doesn't remember anything, he only knows that Yan Jingting didn't have any pity at all, Song Chuan cried many times, his eyes were swollen, but he still didn't get any pity from him.

He always does.

This is not the home he is familiar with. Staying here made Song Chuan very insecure, and the sticky feeling between his legs made him very uncomfortable. He forced himself to get up and went to the bathroom to deal with it.

He looked at himself in the mirror. There was almost no intact skin on his naked upper body, and there was a tooth mark on the protruding collarbone. The force was so deep that it was already bloodshot.

He vaguely remembered Yan Jingting's low growl in his ear last night: "I can only tolerate this matter today once."

Yan Jingting's self-esteem does not allow his things to be touched by others at all, and he is the only one who refuses to throw them away.

Song Chuan was in a daze when the phone at hand suddenly rang. Song Chuan answered the phone, but he didn't notice that it was actually a video.When Yan Jingting's face that never smiled at him for ten thousand years appeared in the camera, he blocked the camera in a panic, but the scene of his naked upper body has fallen into Yan Jingting's eyes exactly. inside.