I Have a Happy Ending with the Mistress' Ex-Boyfriend

At the press conference, the media from all walks of life watched with wide eyes, and Wen Yuan seemed to be sharp.

The reporter didn't give him time to react, so he already brought it up: "I've always liked "Wangjiangting", in which there is a section where two brothers argue over the Zhan Shaoxia, does Qiao Xin remember?"

Jian Qiaoxin raised her chin slightly, squinted her eyes and thought for a moment: "Is it Chapter 51, the paragraph on the second page?"

The reporter was overjoyed: "Yes, you are amazing!!"

"It's overrated." Jian Qiaoxin looked sideways at Wen Yuan and said, "Shall we come?"

Wen Yuan froze for an instant, his face turned blue and white, he hesitated and said: "You come first."

Jian Qiaoxin didn't force him, it didn't matter even if Wen Yuan was supposed to start the game, he lowered his face, and when he looked up again, his eyes had changed, with a bit of stubbornness: "I I have been brothers with you for many years, do you actually question me because of an outsider?"

Wen Yuan clenched the microphone: "I..."

The venue was silent, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a drop of cold sweat fell from Wen Yuan's forehead.

Seeing that the manager at the back couldn't close the stage, she anxiously stepped onto the stage, and she held Wen Yuan's waist: "Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan, are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, and then fainted in the manager's arms.

The scene was chaotic, and the leading actor fainted suddenly in the defense meeting. This is not a trivial matter. The backstage staff hurriedly called the emergency number, and the reporters were also apologized and asked to go back.

Wen Yuan's agent found the reporter: "Hi, can you delete the part of the scene just now, it will not have a good influence on the outside world."

The reporter smiled slightly: "Even if we don't write, there are people from the live broadcast platform just now."

As if struck by lightning, the manager unconsciously let go of the reporter's arm: "Are they there?"

"It's natural." The reporter put away the tools she brought, and said meaningfully: "As the saying goes, you can hold as much rice as you want in a bowl, but you have to pay attention to your stomach."

This sentence is clearly concerned about the body, but secretly it is ironic that Wen Yuan pretends to understand, and not only that, but also set up a memorial archway for himself.

The manager smiled stiffly: "Thank you for your concern."

The reporter waved away.

Backstage

Wen Yuan's fainting was a fake at all, it was just a show for the public, once he returned to the lounge he would naturally wake up and lose his temper in anger.

The water glass provided by the staff on the table was thrown to the ground by him and splashed in all directions, and the two assistants hid far away.

Wen Yuan stomped hard on the debris: "Jian Qiaoxin and I are inseparable!"

The manager outside the door happened to come in, just in time for the people in the room to lose their temper. A pillow that Wen Yuan threw with his hand happened to fly over and hit the manager's forehead.

The manager was wearing glasses, and the glasses were smashed all of a sudden, he sternly said, "Wen Yuan, what are you doing!"

Wen Yuan froze: "Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Cheng picked up the glasses on the ground and sighed: "What are you losing your temper again?"

"Brother Jiang, can you blame me? You saw what Jian Qiao did today. He was deliberately finding fault, and he didn't take me or you seriously at all!" Wen Yuan stomped his feet angrily.

Jiang Cheng closed the door behind him: "Why did Jian Qiaoxin do this, have you ever thought about it?"

Wen Yuan had a bit of disdain on his pretty face: "What else, he is small-minded, he doesn't want to see me, he's always been jealous of me."

"..."

Jiang Chengneng was called by Yan Gan to bring Wen Yuan over. After all, he was capable. He said in a deep voice, "Jian Qiaoxin has signed a contract with us for two years. It will be like this, it must be because of the draft issued some time ago."

Wen Li said bluntly: "It's not because he is stingy!"

Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say. What happened some time ago was indeed their fault. At that time, they only wanted to stir up some topics for Wen Yuan, and didn't want to bully Jian Qiaoxin.

But then Wen Yuan did some tricks, and Jian Qiaoxin began to be blackmailed on the Internet. Now that things have gotten to this point, even if he is not an enemy, he has to be an enemy.

Jiang Cheng sighed: "I'll find a way to publicize first, you... don't go to the set for the next two days, take two days off to avoid the limelight."

After speaking, they gave the assistants their eyes, and the two assistants bit their heads and led Wen Yuan to leave through the back door.

Yan Zhai

Wen Yuan, who was sent down from the nanny's car, listened to the assistant's rambling about the future work arrangements: "I know, I know."

Jumping out of the car, he slammed the door hard, still angry.

Walking through the garden to the gate, Wen Yuan pressed his fingerprint to lock it in. He was supposed to go back to school today, but he received an order saying that Yan Gan wanted to see him when he came back, so he was sent here.

Wen Yuan opened the door unwillingly, and stopped before he had time to complain.

Yan Gan was sitting on the main seat of the sofa in the lobby. The man was wearing a black suit and was sitting lazily. His handsome face was less soft and smiling than before. He was carelessly playing with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. , looking very serious.

Wen Yuan had a bad premonition: "Ah Gan?"

"Ah."

Yan Gan rubbed his fingertips on the Buddhist beads twice: "You're back? Sit down."

Wen Yuan was originally full of anger, but now he dared not speak because of Yan Gan's aura. He sat on the sofa, and the two of them were silent for a while, but neither of them spoke.

Finally, just when Wen Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to say something, Yan Gan said: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, clenched his fists, with a hint of coquettishness: "Today when I was working, I almost fainted."

"Oh?" Wen Gan raised his eyebrows, as if interested: "You're not feeling well?"

Wen Yuan nodded, and he covered his chest: "It's not because of Jian Qiaoxin. He knew that I was busy with studies and had no chance to recite my lines, and he embarrassed me in public. I didn't know when I offended him. To make things difficult for me like this."

While talking, Wen Yuan's eyes were red, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes decently.

"Wen Yuan."

Yan Gan's voice became colder: "I'll just turn a blind eye when you're messing around on weekdays. You have a grudge with Jian Qiaoxin, and you used some tricks behind your back to make things difficult for him. I can also pretend that you don't know. .”

Wen Yuan paused in wiping his tears, for a moment he didn't know what to do.

"Bang!" The tablet that was originally next to Yan Gan was smashed on the table, making a clear and loud noise, which made Wen Yuan tremble and stiffen all over.

Yan Gan said to the back: "Bring the man."

A few black-clothed bodyguards came out of nowhere from the originally empty hall. These people walked over a man covered in injuries, and stopped in front of the sofa.

Once the bodyguard let go, the whole body collapsed on the ground and kept begging for mercy, even kowtowed: "Mr. Yan, it's not me, I don't know anything."

Yan Gan casually twirled the beads: "Wait for me to teach you?"

"Yes, yes." The man was trembling all over, and he didn't know what he had experienced: "I also received a call. The man said that after I finished something with my brother, he would give me 200 million as a reward without killing me. People, my brother can go in and squat for a few years."

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth curled into a sneer.

The blood all over Wen Yuan's body boiled instantly, his face remained calm, only his slightly trembling legs revealed his mood at the moment.

Yan Gan: "Continue."

"We owe us a loan shark, there is really nothing we can do, Mr. Yan, if you don't pay back the money, you will die, and you can't do it like this!" The man started to kowtow again after finishing speaking, with a solid sound, and gradually, Even the floor of the living room was stained with blood.

Yan Gan didn't say a word, he turned the beads casually, as if he couldn't see it.

Wen Yuan bit his lip: "Agan, he seems to be bleeding..."

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him, his voice hoarse: "You love him dearly, why don't you go knock him down?"

Wen Yuan instantly stopped talking.

The living room suddenly became quiet, with only muffled noises remaining. The bodyguards stood behind the man without saying a word, like a motionless mountain.

Yan Gan was really angry this time, even though he didn't make a big move, since he was just sitting quietly on the sofa, even Wen Yuan, who was always bold, could feel the breath of rage.

Finally, the kowtowed man was bleeding from his head and was dragged down by the bodyguards.

Wen Yuan couldn't bear it after all: "Agan, will he...will die?"

"You are capable of killing people, so you don't care if he dies?" Yan Gan sneered.

Wen Yuan raised his hand to cover his chest, feeling very wronged: "I didn't do it, you must know, right, it was Xu Mu who encouraged me, I didn't think he died, I just wanted to teach him a lesson .”

Yan Gan stroked the touch of the Buddhist beads: "Wen Yuan, am I too used to you?"

Wen Yuan froze, and really panicked, he calmed down: "Agan, I really know that I was wrong, this time it is indeed my fault, I am sorry for my grandfather teaching me, you give me a chance Well, I will definitely change it this time, otherwise, I will go to Jian Qiaoxin to apologize, and I will kowtow to him too, don't be angry, okay?"

He deliberately mentioned his grandfather, and sure enough, Yan Gan's breath eased a little.

Yan Gan put away the prayer beads: "From today onwards, you will cut off all contact with Xu Mu, if you dare to harm others again..."

Wen Yuan teardrops rolled down, looking at him pitifully.

Yan Gan's eyes were filled with indifference, and he gave Wen Yuan an ultimatum in a deep voice, in a tone he had never done before: "We will break up."

Wen Yuan on the sofa looked at him in disbelief: "Agan, but you promised that grandpa will treat me well and take care of me forever."

In the past, as long as he said that, Yan Gan would soften his heart and coax him well.

But today, Yan Gan stood up, his tall figure gave people a mountain-like coercion, and said in a deep voice: "If you are willing to take it easy, the previous promises still count."

The man looked down at Wen Yuan, as if looking at an ant: "If you don't know how to repent, just do it yourself."