Mr. Yan, break up

still disassembled...

Song Chuan threw the thing out quickly as if he had been electrocuted.

He felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen at that moment, coagulated in the blood vessels, and even the muscles of his limbs were stiff and unable to move.

The man was still saying at the last moment: "I didn't sleep with her, and I didn't sleep with her."

The next moment he dug out so many things from under the sofa.

Yan Jingting, Yan Jingting.

Song Chuan smiled wryly, sure enough, he couldn't believe a word he said.

He is a pure fool, the kind of fool to the bottom of his heart. He has not taught enough lessons in the five years of deception, and he still expects to get affection from Yan Jingting?

Before his grandfather passed away, his old and thin face flashed in front of him, along with the words that he wished to engrave in his heart: "Leave Yan Jingting, he doesn't love you."

Song Chuan, oh Song Chuan, he doesn't love you, he never loved you from beginning to end.

He took a deep breath, held back the tears that were about to fall, picked up those things and put them under the sofa cushions again, and even laid them neatly so that no one could see the slightest flaw.

There was no movement from the upstairs door, Yan Jingting had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and he might not be finished taking a shower.Song Chuan dragged his exhausted body to the guest room, and locked the door from the inside.

He is like a puppet whose soul has been pulled out, the only trace of strength left in his body is the string that supports his movement.Song Chuan staggered into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

He adjusted the water temperature to the coolest, but it was not as cold as his almost stiff hands.

This is the hand that just took that thing, dirty!Dirty to the extreme!

Song Chuan rinsed over and over again, twisting his fingertips and scrubbing his palms with great force, wishing to rub off a layer of skin on his hands.The foam of the hand sanitizer splashed all over the sink, and he washed it over and over again, until he went to squeeze the hand sanitizer for the last time, only to find that it was empty.

He stared at the mirror in a daze for a long time, with wet hair piled on his head in a mess. In the mirror, his eyes were red, and his eyes were as calm as a lake, but there were faint waves. This is the tranquility before the explosion .

The air is extremely quiet, and the sound insulation of this room is excellent, and there is almost no noise from the outside. The sound of rushing water is the only sound here.After an unknown amount of time, a slight sob was mixed with the sound of running water, barely audible.

Yan Jingting took a shower and came downstairs, only to find that there was no one in the living room.He couldn't believe it at first, until he turned around the whole living room and found a light leaking from the gap at the bottom of the door of the guest room, and then he had to believe that Song Chuan had already returned to the room.

He couldn't help doubting himself, did he not understand what he said just now?

Or is there a problem with Song Chuan's understanding?

Yan Jingting approached the room, but it was just a thin door, but he felt like a barrier in front of him. Mr. Yan, who could make the other party lose his armor with a few words at the negotiating table, met a rare person in his life. problem.

His hand was on the doorknob, but he couldn't press it down. After a long pause, he let it go again.

I can't help but start to question myself:

Why did he take the initiative to find Song Chuan?

If he pulls down his face and takes the initiative to look for it, wouldn't it appear that he is too humble?

In President Yan's heart, the big face of the world is the biggest, especially in front of Song Chuan.

He lowered his hand, and after a while, the upstairs door was closed with a muffled sound, faintly revealing the master's resentment, and after a while, everything returned to calm.

Song Chuan didn't know what time he fell asleep last night. He was woken up by a phone call the next day.

The curtains in the room were excellent at shading light. When he opened his eyes, he felt pitch black, and he didn't know what day or night it would be.The phone vibrated on the table, and when it was about to fall off the table, it was picked up by one hand. Song Chuan didn't even open his eyes, and directly unlocked it based on his familiarity: "Hello?"

There was a long pause on the phone before a familiar voice came: "A Song."

Song Chuan's head seemed to have been hit with a mallet, and his sobriety was amazing. He sat up from the bed and looked down at the display on the phone: Lin Yue.

Song Chuan's voice suddenly dropped an octave: "Yes."

The other party sensed that his tone was very unhappy, and he became incoherent in a hurry: "A Song, I'm here to apologize to you, I'm sorry, I was not clear-headed last night, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lin Yue's voice sounded a little crying, and Song Chuan's heart softened instantly, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Both sides were silent for a long time, only Lin Yue's sniffling voice could be heard in the receiver: "Ah Song, thank you for answering my call."

Lin Yue's voice carried a hint of anticipation, and Song Chuan's heart softened easily, and he couldn't bear to tell him that he hadn't woken up to pick it up by mistake, so he just continued to remain silent.

He said cautiously again: "Then... Ah Song, I know I was wrong, can we still be friends?"

"Impossible," Song Chuan sighed, this was the first complete sentence he uttered since answering the phone, and it knocked Lin Yue's anticipation back to the bottom, "You helped me so much before, thank you, Lin Yue. But things have already happened, and I can no longer face you with the mentality of an ordinary friend, so let's see each other again."

Lin Yue was silent for a long time, and the two sides of the receiver were so quiet that he could even hear the breathing of the other party. After a long time, Lin Yue replied softly: "A Song, I wish you happiness."

"You too."

The phone was hung up, replaced by a series of blind tones in the handset.

ended.

He and Lin Yue have nothing to do with each other.

He was alone again.

When Song Chuan walked out the door, he realized that there was only one person sitting in the living room of the villa.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his head, revealing a young and familiar face.

Song Chuan had a vague impression of him, he was Yan Jingting's assistant, what's his name... Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen was slightly surprised to see him coming out of the guest room, but quickly hid himself.He held a pocket in his hand, and handed it to Song Chuan respectfully: "This is the clothes that Boss Yan asked me to give you."

Song Chuan took it and asked, "Where's Yan Jingting?"

Zhao Chen's eyes dodged, he hesitated for a moment, and a huge smiling face appeared. Song Chuan didn't know much about this assistant, and he didn't know his habit of smiling brighter the more he lied: "Mr. Yan has official duties, Mr. I went to the company early in the morning."

Song Chuan nodded and didn't ask further: "Oh, thank you for making a special trip."

"If you want to thank, thank the boss. I'm just an errand runner for what he ordered." Zhao Chen had a smile on his face, very pleasing, and his words were sweet.

Song Chuan was also infected by his smile, curled his lips, and looked past him inadvertently, and landed on the sofa in the middle of the living room. He suddenly found that the sofa cushion had been replaced.

He remembered those things under the sofa cushion, blushed, pointed to the sofa and asked, "Did you replace it?"

Zhao Chen glanced back blankly, then turned around again, smiling helplessly: "I'm an assistant and not a nanny, I still don't have to do these jobs, it should be cleaned up by the housekeeper, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Song Chuan said, "Just a casual question."

When he came out after changing his clothes, Zhao Chen had disappeared. It was almost twelve o'clock at noon, and his stomach had been growling for countless times.He went out and found a place to eat first, with noodles in his mouth, and just swallowed a mouthful, the phone in his hand started vibrating again.

"Hey?"

Song Chuan was really hungry, and he couldn't help taking a sip while talking.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth and said "I", he was swallowed back by Song Chuan's unrestrained voice. Song Chuan stopped for a long time without hearing the other party's words, and automatically attributed the other party to real estate advertisements or insurance sales : "Without money, don't buy a house, life is cheap, and don't buy insurance."

After all, he freed one hand and pressed the hang up button without giving the other party a chance to reply.

"Crazy, the salesman doesn't look at whether people can afford it."

Song Chuan finished the meal contentedly, and couldn't help hiccupping. The little girl next to him who was attracted by his masculinity had already taken out her mobile phone to ask for WeChat, but was scared by his bold cooking and shrank back.

The cell phone thrown on the table started ringing again, and the caller ID was still the strange number just now. Song Chuan picked it up unhappily: "I told you not to buy a house or insurance..."

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Chuan?" The voice on the other side of the phone is obviously very professional, at least much better than the person who called for the first time. He was forced by Song Chuan, his respectful and polite voice It was like mechanization, without any waves.

The ability of liars these days is really not small, and they can even know their names.

Song Chuan gave a lazily "hmm".

The tone on the other side of the phone introduced herself unhurriedly, and the girl on the table next to her quietly stared at Song Chuan. With the encouragement of her friend, she finally took out her mobile phone again and mustered up the courage to stand in front of him.Unexpectedly, the girl hadn't spoken yet, but the man who was lazily leaning on the chair heard something extraordinary through the receiver, and gradually sat up straight, the corners of his lips widened and his smile gradually spread the whole face.

Then he jumped up from the chair and rushed out of the shop.

The girl only felt a gust of wind passing by her side, and a figure disappeared at the door.The mobile phone interface that I have not handed over still shows the QR code interface for adding friends on WeChat, and my heart has been completely destroyed.

The city's well-known entertainment company, Times Entertainment, focuses on the film and television industry. It has cultivated a large number of outstanding film and television artists, and the brilliance it has created is hard to surpass.But with the passage of time, a generation of powerful artists who were popular in the past left, taking away a large number of resources along the way, leading to the decline of the entertainment of the era.Coupled with the emergence of entertainment companies in recent years, the era of entertainment has gradually become a thing of the past.

In recent years, Times Entertainment has been looking for opportunities to make a comeback, and is preparing to sign a large number of artists, who will be popular one after another.

And Song Chuan was one of them.