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

Half a month later - the Qiu family

Qiu's mother stood at the gate and straightened Qiu Jian's clothes: "Xiao Jian, you can finally go back to work, you have to take good care of your body."

Qiu Jian stretched out his hand to pinch his neckline: "Mom, I know."

Qiu's mother stroked the non-existent ashes on his shoulders for him: "There is also Xiaoxin, you should talk to him more, how long have you been talking about this, and you still quarrel like others, and now you have a car accident because of him , why doesn't this kid have the slightest bit of gratitude..."

"Mom, that's enough." Qiu Jian's face was also not very good: "I am angry with Xiaoxin because I had some misunderstandings with me before, and it was all my fault. You have opinions on Xiaoxin, but in the future we will If you are married, you are making trouble with him, aren't you embarrassing me?"

Qiu's mother had a serious face, she withdrew her hand, curled her lips in displeasure: "You are facing him before you enter the door, it's okay when you come in, he can't climb on top of me?"

Qiu Jian sighed: "He is filial and sensible..."

"Okay, okay, go to work!" Mother Qiu didn't bother to listen to this.

Qiu Jian had no choice but to leave, because he had a car accident, and he had to be taken care of by his side anytime, anywhere, so his parents also stayed at home, and now he had to endure it.

When he came back at night, Qiu Jian dragged his tired body and was stunned by the sight before he had time to change his shoes.

There was a boy sitting on the sofa, Wen Yuan was sitting there obediently watching TV, with all kinds of fruits placed in front of him, he was handsome, and at the moment he was peaceful, which naturally made one's heart soft.

Seeing him coming, Wen Yuan hurriedly stood up to get his bag: "Brother Jian, are you back?"

"Ah."

Qiu Jian dodged his hand a little uncomfortably: "Why are you here?"

Wen Yuan's originally bright eyes dimmed slightly, his hands tightly clutched the corner of his clothes, and he said cautiously: "Brother Jian, did I do something wrong, why do you hate me?"

Qiu Jian took two steps back: "I don't hate you, but didn't I make it clear to you before that we don't want to..."

There was the sound of spatulas colliding from the kitchen, and someone poked his head out from the door: "Son, are you back?"

Seeing Qiu's mother appear, what did Qiu Jian think of: "Mom, did you ask him to come here?"

"I miss Yuan Yuan so much, what's wrong with letting him come to play at home?" Mother Qiu held a shovel and muttered, "Besides, didn't you and Yuan Yuan have a good relationship before? How did you get divided?"

Qiu Jian moved his lips and finally said nothing: "I'm going back to my room."

The dishes in the pot behind Qiu's mother were sizzling, she moved back and muttered: "What's the matter with you, child, you go back to your room if you don't entertain guests?"

Wen Yuan from outside came over to serve her food: "Auntie, it's fine, Brother Jian must be tired from work."

Qiu's mother didn't take it seriously: "You are just too cute and sensible."

Wen Yuan pursed his lips and smiled.

The TV in the living room is still on, but no one's mind is on the TV. After the meals are ready, a large table will come to eat.

Qiu's mother's cooking skills are still nothing to say.

Wen Yuan pretended to look around the house casually: "Auntie, why don't you see brother Xiaoxin?"

Qiu's mother brought him a dish: "He moved out."

"Ah, I thought Brother Jian needed someone to take care of him now, so he would help at home?" think.

Qiu's mother's face turned ugly, and she said in a strange way: "I can't control him."

Qiu Jian frowned: "Mom, don't you and Dad take care of me? There is no need for Xiaoxin to help here. Besides, he also has a job."

Qiu's mother wanted to say something, but Qiu's father, who was sitting on the side, knocked on the table: "You can't eat or sleep."

The dining table fell silent

This made Wen Yuan, who spoke first, a little embarrassed. Although Qiu's father didn't name him by name, it seemed that he was really scolding him.

Qiu Jian went back to the room after the family finished their meal.

"dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and he looked up at the door: "Who is it?"

"Brother Jian, it's me. Do you want some fruit after dinner? Auntie asked me to bring it to you." Wen Yuan's voice came clearly from outside.

Qiu Jian walked over and stretched out his hand to open the door: "Come in."

Wen Yuan, who was standing outside the door, was really holding a fruit plate. He smiled slightly: "I'll bring it in for you. I've stood outside for a long time, and my arms are so sore."

Qiu Jian hesitated for a moment and stepped out of the way.

After the door was closed, there were only two people left in the room. Wen Yuan put the fruit plate on the table, turned around and looked around, and was finally sure that there must be only one person sleeping here.

Wen Yuan leaned against the table: "Brother Jian, do you and Brother Xiaoxin sleep in separate rooms?"

Qiu Jian nodded: "He's busy with work."

"No matter how busy you are at work, you can't stop taking care of you. You work so hard outside, I'm not saying he's not good, I just love you." Wen Yuan consciously tidied up the messy books on the table.

Qiu Jian stood at the door without moving. It was night, and the warm yellow lights were lit outside the window. The bright lights outside made people feel at home.

Qiu Jian thought a lot, and finally said: "Yuan Yuan, there is something I want to tell you now."

Wen Yuan clenched his hands unconsciously.

"I want to marry Xiaoxin."

After finally saying these words, Qiu Jian seemed to put down a big rock in his heart: "I've already let you down, I can't let him down."

Wen Yuan's eyes were red: "I don't agree!"

Qiu Jian took a step back: "Yuan Yuan, Mr. Yan is a good man, you follow him... you will definitely have food and clothing, and he treats you well, you really don't need to waste time on a small person like me."

Wen Yuan didn't care about that much, and quickly walked in front of Qiu Jian and tugged at his sleeve: "But I really like you, have you forgotten the days when we were together when we were young? How much did you treat me at that time?" Okay, protect me from everything, I was bullied and you fought for me, I was wronged and you comforted me, we go to and from school together every day, Brother Jian, don’t you remember?”

"I don't want to be with Yan Gan. He seems to be sick. He used to send people to follow me, saying it was to protect me, but in fact he wanted to monitor me. He would send me a lot of messages every day as if I would run away. , and he was very angry, and tried to hit me several times."

"Speaking of not worrying about food and clothing, my grandfather left me several million when he passed away, and I'm still a big star now, and I have money too, I don't care about the stinky money at all!"

Qiu Jian was taken aback: "Yuanyuan..."

Wen Yuan cried, originally she was pretty, but now she cried even more tearfully: "Brother Jian, I only have you, if you don't even want me, what should I do."

Qiu Jian hurried over to the table and wiped his tears with paper: "Don't cry, I didn't say I don't want you."

"But, but you just said that you are going to marry Jian Qiaoxin..."

Seeing him sad, Qiu Jian said, "Even if you get married, I will take care of you and won't leave you without a branch. Don't worry, Yuanyuan, I always have you in my heart. Don't you believe me?"

Wen Yuan took advantage of the situation and threw himself into his arms: "Brother Jian, you are so kind to me."

Qiu Jian was a little stiff at first, but Wen Yuan's reliance greatly satisfied his masculinity, and besides...he really liked Wen Yuan.

two days later

Jian Qiaoxin came out of the building where the program was recorded. It was just after eight o'clock, and the nightlife had just begun.

He turned on his cell phone, and during the day Qiu Jian said softly that he was going to invite him to dinner, and the location of the hotel was sent over, so he had to go.

Jian Qiaoxin stopped a taxi: "Master, go to Fenghua."

The taxi driver responded, and Jian Qiaoxin in the back seat had nothing to do and was swiping his phone. As soon as he swiped, the caller ID on the phone came.

Seeing that it was from Qiu Jian, Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Hello?"

Qiu Jian was a little noisy: "Xiaoxin, I'm sorry, we were going to have dinner today, but a customer of the company suddenly asked to change the plan, and I have been following the project..."

Jian Qiaoxin lowered her eyes: "It's okay."

Qiu Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued his efforts: "Then, shall we make an appointment tomorrow?"

"I have something to do tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? Can I follow your time?"

Jian Qiaoxin thought over and over again: "Okay, I'll talk about it when I have time."

Qiu Jian on the other end of the phone said some more, then hung up the phone, and Jian Qiaoxin rested for a while leaning against the window of the taxi.

The taxi driver tentatively asked, "Should we still go to Fenghua?"

Jian Qiaoxin thought for a while: "No, go to Jingli Lane."

There is a hut there, which is a temporary foothold. Jian Qiaoxin also wants to go back to the mountain, but sometimes it is too late, and she will simply rest at the foothold in the city.

As for the size of the foothold, he doesn't care, since he is always homeless, it doesn't matter where he lives.

The driver responded, "Okay."

The taxi drove slowly. Jian Qiaoxin was taking a nap with her eyes closed, but suddenly received several text messages in her hand, and the slight vibration woke her up abruptly.

He swiped open the screen, and saw a text message on the screen saying: "Room 110, Triumph Palace."

The number was an unfamiliar one, and Jian Qiaoxin didn't know who it was from.

His fingers quickly typed on the screen: "Who are you?"

The other party quickly replied: "Don't worry about it, you will know when you go, and you can see Qiu Jian's true face."

Jian Qiaoxin's heart sank, he frowned, but the other party didn't reply to any further messages, as if nothing had disappeared.

The scenery outside the car window was flying, and the coolness of the night made people feel a little uncomfortable all over.

Jian Qiaoxin clenched her phone tightly: "Master."

The driver paused: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the Triumph Palace."

The driver was speechless, this young man was really interesting, he changed his mind to go to three places in one night, but he didn't know if he would have to change places before arriving this time.

Jian Qiaoxin in the back seat didn't know what the driver was thinking, so he paid the driver all the way to the Triumph Palace and went in.

The Triumph Palace is considered to be a relatively famous hotel in City A, second only to Feng Huazhi.

The floor of the spacious and bright lobby was wiped clean. As soon as he entered, he was stopped by the waiter: "Hi, are you staying in the hotel or looking for someone?"

Jian Qiaoxin: "Look for someone."

The waiter said: "Please provide the room number, and we will contact the person in the room to confirm."

Still sure?

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated a little. While he was hesitating, the door of the hall was opened again. Subconsciously, he turned around and saw Yan Gan under the bright light.

Yan Gan was wearing a dark suit, his face was solemn, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a wave of hostility.

Jian Qiaoxin: "Yan... Mr. Yan?"