Mr. Yan, break up

Yan Jingting knew what Song Chuan was afraid of.Just like Yan Jingting refused to announce Song Chuan back then, Song Chuan now does not want to admit his relationship with Yan Jingting.Song Chuan was eaten to death by him, and Yan Jingting was sure of his temper and deliberately provoked him.

Song Chuan glanced at the door, as if he wanted to see the scene outside through the door, and said to him in a low voice, "Didn't you agree to let me go to work? No matter what you say, it doesn't count." talk?"

Song Chuan was so cautious, which made Yan Jingting very unhappy. He leaned close to him with a shameless face, and said flatteringly, "I didn't say I wouldn't let you work, but I just took up some of your time. I didn't break my word."

Unreasonable and strong.

"Hiss—" Song Chuan was really speechless for his shameless virtue, and he couldn't struggle, so he simply turned his face away, with a peak between his eyebrows, and didn't look at him at all.

Yan Jingting pursed his lips, trying to forcibly turn his face around like before, forcing the other party to look directly at him.But he no longer wanted to see the disappointment and disgust in Song Chuan's eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and then dropped his outstretched hand.

No matter how humble he was to please him, Song Chuan's attitude towards him was as firm as iron.

"We haven't seen each other for many days. I really miss you, Song Chuan." Yan Jingting's voice was gentle, his eyes fell on Song Chuan's face, he looked him up and down several times, and his hands dishonestly moved from him Stretching in under the hem of the clothes, the cold palms pressed against Song Chuan's waist, making him shiver from the cold.

"What are you doing!" Song Chuan growled.

She twisted her waist, trying to avoid his hand.

Yan Jingting's hand circled around his waist, as if measuring his waist, and frowned in displeasure, "Why are you losing weight again? I haven't seen you for a few days, and there's no flesh on my waist anymore."

Song Chuan removed his hands from his waist, frowned tightly, and his eyes were full of anger: "Don't touch me, I can sue you for molestation, do you know that?"

Yan Jingting didn't speak, just stared into Song Chuan's eyes, desperately trying to find even a little affection from his eyes.

but.

Yan Jingting's heart was stabbed hard, he could not hear what Song Chuan said at all, he only knew that what came out of his opening and closing mouth must be full of resentment and impatience towards him.

Yan Jingting bowed his head and gagged his mouth. Song Chuanzheng was filled with indignation and was blocked firmly. His struggling hands were restrained behind Yan Jingting's hands.

The other party held his breath and kissed passionately.

Song Chuan's lips and teeth are full of his smell, he can't dodge, his heart is cruel——

"Hiss—" Yan Jingting gasped, and retreated from the pain, the corner of his lip was broken and blood oozes out.

The corners of Song Chuan's lips were also stained with blood, which seeped in along his lips, and the strong smell of iron spread between his lips and teeth.

"Why are you so ruthless?" Yan Jingting wiped his fingertips with blood.

Song Chuan took the opportunity to avoid his comfort, and glanced at him coldly: "You are obscene, am I wrong in self-defense?"

obscene?

Yan Jingting was given this name for the first time.

Song Chuan didn't want to stay in this room any longer. He straightened the clothes that were messed up by Yan Jingting, and said: "If you have another time, I will be more ruthless."

After all, Song Chuan opened the door and walked out. There were two big photographers squatting outside the door, and Yan Jingting's assistant was leaning on the wall chatting with them.Seeing Song Chuan go out, he was surprised and blurted out: "So fast?"

Song Chuan glared at him, and the assistant covered his mouth belatedly, and glanced at the faces of the two photographers, only to find that the other had a blank expression, so he was relieved.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you for waiting here for so long." Song Chuan smiled and bowed politely to the camera brother. The two brothers were a little embarrassed by his politeness, and waved their hands repeatedly to say that it was okay. His politeness made them temporarily forget what happened when Song Chuan went in.

Song Chuan was still recording, so naturally he wouldn't stay longer. After he and the two photographers left, the assistant boldly poked his head into the room.Originally, he just wanted to see what was going on, but unexpectedly, he stared at Yan Jingting's eyes, and of course...the bloodstains on his lips that were hard to ignore.

"so……"

intense?

The assistant couldn't help sighing silently, but was so frightened by Yan Jingting's cold stare that he swallowed the second half of the sentence. He entered the door embarrassingly and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Yan, what else do you need?"

Yan Jingting closed his eyes, frowned, and waved at him: "No, go out."

The assistant got the order, and immediately dodged out the door. Just as the door was closed, the phone in his pocket rang, and the caller ID was his dear girlfriend.

"Hello? What's the matter, baby... I'm on a business trip here in city B, and I won't be back for several days." The assistant answered the phone right there, and said sweetly while holding the phone regardless of the occasion.

"..."

"Baby, I miss you too. If you persist for a few days, I will go back to accompany you. If you feel scared, you can make a video call to me at night..."

"..."

"There are a lot of seafood here in city B, and there are also many special delicacies. Is there anything you want to eat, baby? I'll bring it back for you."

"..."

"Yeah, okay baby, I love you too."...

The assistant babbled on the phone for more than half an hour, wishing he could get into the phone with his whole body. After he and his girlfriend babbled about "I love you and you love me" many times, he finally hung up the phone reluctantly.The assistant looked at the dark screen sweetly and melancholy for a while, then turned her head——

"what the hell!"

Yan Jingting behind him didn't know when he opened the door, and was standing there, staring at him with gloomy eyes, the assistant turned his head suddenly and almost fell back headfirst in fright.

"Yan... President Yan, what are you doing?"

Yan Jingting's gloomy gaze made the assistant uncomfortable, so he had to admit his mistake before further storms: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I shouldn't be playing with my phone during working hours..."

"I want to ask you something."

The two opened their mouths almost at the same time, and the assistant was stunned for a moment before realizing it belatedly: Ask me?

Did he hear correctly, please advise?

This word will come out of Mr. Yan's mouth. Is it because his ears are broken or Yan Jingting's brain is broken?

Yan Jingting obviously didn't want to explain too much to him. He looked around in four directions, and after making sure that there was no one around, he waved to him: "Come in and talk."

The assistant walked into the door nervously, and Yan Jingting closed the door behind him with extreme caution, giving the assistant the illusion that Yan Jingting was going to create a secret room to murder him.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jingting passed him and walked to the window. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows just faced the sea, a piece of blue.

Yan Jingting's back was much darker in the sun, I don't know if it was the assistant's illusion, but he always felt a little lonely.

The two were deadlocked for a long time before Yan Jingting opened his mouth to ask: "What I want to ask is... If your girlfriend is angry, how do you coax her?"

The assistant immediately understood why Yan Jingting asked this.

He wanted to come up with an idea to bring Song Chuan back.

The assistant briefly recalled the five years that Song Chuan and Yan Jingting had been together. Although he was not a party involved, he was still a witness.But after five years of "witness", the assistant couldn't help but feel ashamed: the two of us are not the same at all, okay?We're just making a fuss, just coaxing, as far as what you've done, even if Song Chuan kills you, he deserves it right now!

Of course, these are just thoughts, the assistant not only has to work, but more importantly, he has to die!

Facing Yan Jingting's expectant face, the assistant suddenly didn't know what to say.

Even if he is a Confucius in the emotional world, he can't save Yan Jingting's deadly operation in the early stage.

But under Yan Jingting's polite asking for advice on the surface, but the double meaning of "If you can't teach me, I will kill you" in his eyes, the assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and after weighing for half a minute, he decided to try to teach.

After all, if he refuses, he will lose his life now, but if he accepts, at least he can live longer.

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During the shooting interval, He Nai stayed in the recording studio, looking back and forth at the already dilapidated script, and there were a few more notes on it that were already densely packed.After an unknown amount of time, he finally closed the script, and his eyes fell on Song Chuan who was shooting in the distance.

Although it is winter now, city B is located in the south and is close to the sea, so the temperature is relatively high, especially at noon.Song Chuan and Lu Zian were helping a female guest carry luggage under the sun.Lu Zian was driving the luggage cart in front. Because there were too many luggages and the luggage cart was too full, the top suitcase was wobbly and seemed to fall down. Song Chuan had no choice but to follow behind and push it with his hands. Luggage avoids falling.

The two of them moved forward quickly under the sun.

Lu Zian was driving in front, and Song Chuan was pushing behind. Both of their work clothes were soaked.Sweat was already dripping from Song Chuan's forehead, and the bangs were clearly sticking to his forehead, and the sweat even flowed into his eyes.He only felt that his eyes were blurred, and his sweat was so hot that it hurt.

But he couldn't spare his hands to wipe it, so he could only let it go on like this.

He Nai looked at him not far away, his eyes were full of admiration: I have to say, Song Chuan is a person who can endure hardships, Rao He Nai has filmed a few movies, and met many actors more or less, but Rarely has he been so willing to endure hardships.A variety show can be used for one thing and another, as long as there is an effect, he insists on really treating himself as a waiter, and is responsible for all affairs, big and small, regardless of whether there is a camera or not.

Originally, the filming of the salute was only planned to be filmed at the beginning and the end, and the middle was all about editing. After all, it is a variety show and I really can't make it difficult for the guests, although it will affect the effect of the show.But Song Chuan really pushed the cart all the way for more than 1000 meters in order to get the best results.

Yan Jingting and his assistant happened to go out and pass by the hotel lobby at this time, and saw Song Chuan who was humming and burning hot outside.

The assistant winked at him, and Yan Jingting stepped forward quickly.

Use the first strategy: to help Song Chuan when he needs it the most. Goodwill needs to be accumulated bit by bit.

But man's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation after all, no matter how fast Yan Jingting's long legs are, they still can't beat a beard cutter coming out from the side.

A tall man walked over, blocked Song Chuan's falling suitcase with one hand, and handed over a pack of tissues with the other, with a gentle voice: "Wipe it quickly."

As he said that, the man turned his head and said to the filming staff: "Just take a picture here, someone will send the things in."

The two followed closely, replacing Lu Zian and Song Chuan, and sent the luggage inside.

"Thank you," Song Chuan wiped his sweat, and said to He Nai, "I'm not so delicate, I can send it in by myself."

Lu Zi'an, who was rubbing his arms and legs, immediately stood up straight when he heard Song Chuan's words, and echoed, "Yes, yes, we can do it ourselves."

Song Chuan chuckled happily at his energy, a drop of sweat dripping from his eyelashes trembled and seeped into his eyes again, causing him to groan in pain.

He Nai helped open his eyes and blew gently. When Song Chuan felt comfortable, he took out a tissue from his pocket, rolled it into a small roll with his fingertips, and gently wiped the corners of Song Chuan's eyes. He wiped off his sweaty eye makeup, fearing that the sweat mixed with makeup would seep into his eyes again.