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

"No...it's not." Jian Qiaoxin was actually frightened, he stumbled towards the outside of the door, and almost bumped into the door frame in the process of walking.

At the critical moment, Yan Gan grabbed the man by the back collar: "How old are you, you can't even walk well?"

Jian Qiaoxin trembled, his hands were tightly clenched together, his face turned pale: "I am, my legs are weak."

Yan Gan sneered, probably laughing at his worthlessness.

The same as when they came here, the two also took the same elevator to go downstairs, but the mood was completely different.

Yan Gan obviously wasn't in much of a mood. Once he left the hotel, he took the car and left. Jian Qiaoxin stumbled into the flower bed and started throwing up.

The bloody picture played back in my mind over and over again, it was extremely disgusting.

A well-meaning person on the side of the road wanted to come over and take a look: "Young man, are you okay?"

Jian Qiaoxin's legs were weak: "It's okay."

Sitting in place for a long time, the image still lingers. It can be said that if he doesn't do something, he won't even be able to sleep tonight.

He hailed a taxi casually, and after getting in, Jian Qiaoxin was distracted.

The driver asked patiently, "Are you broken in love?"

Jian Qiaoxin said nothing.

The driver made a wild guess: "Where are you going, bar?"

Jian Qiaoxin, who was immersed in random thoughts, didn't have much thinking ability now, and agreed after only a little hesitation when he heard the word bar.

The driver asked again, "Which bar are you going to?"

Jian Qiaoxin hadn't been to many bars, so she could only say, "Whatever."

The driver in front was in a dilemma, but he saw that Jian Qiaoxin's temperament was not bad, and he came from the Triumph Palace, so his spending power should be good.

Then go to the best bar in the city, just away from here, and make more money.

The taxi driver stopped at the entrance of the bar, and Jian Qiaoxin paid the money and went in. He regained his senses at this moment and woke up a little with the cool evening breeze.

The waiter outside the bar said: "Hi, how many are there?"

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated and said, "One."

"Okay." The waiter bent over and said respectfully, "Please come inside."

Jian Qiaoxin walked inside, found a remote bar and sat down, casually ordered a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

After the fear dissipated, a little sadness remained.

It's been five years, he and Qiu Jian have been together for five years, and they have thought about the ending of him and Qiu Jian, but they have never thought about the ending like this.

After two glasses of wine, Jian Qiaoxin himself was not a strong drinker, so he was a little confused now.

He slapped away all the people who approached him. He went to the bathroom by himself, washed his face, and Jian Qiaoxin walked out while leaning on the wall.

"boom!"

Hit someone again.

It was a Mediterranean uncle who bumped into him, and the man looked angry: "You don't have fucking eyes..."

Halfway through the swearing words, she was swallowed. The drunken Jian Qiaoxin had red eyes, white skin with a tinge of red, and her facial features were originally pretty, but now they were a little inexplicably gorgeous.

Uncle Mediterranean became lustful: "Little brother, are you alone?"

Jian Qiao heard an unpleasant smell approaching, he waved it away unhappily: "Get lost!"

the other side of the bar

All kinds of people gather in the feasting bar, especially the brothers and sisters of aristocratic families who are more happy and happy.

Chang Tong put his arms around a pretty beauty, and he raised his wine glass: "Everyone had a great time today, Agan just said that he will pay for the consumption of the audience tonight."

The whole house cheered, whistles and frolics ignited the atmosphere with the roaring music of the bar.

Yan Gan sat on the main seat of the sofa, with his slender legs crossed, drinking expensive wine glass after glass as if free of charge, no one dared to persuade him.

Sitting next to him was a man and a woman, the woman was gorgeous and hot, and she was holding Yan Gan's arm to accompany him to drink.

The boy on the other side has a handsome face, like a college student who has just graduated, he sticks to Yan Gan and waits for an opportunity.

Chang Tong walked over staggeringly, leaning on the sofa with one hand and borrowing his strength, "Agan, let me tell you, brother, I found these two people for you. You can play casually tonight. Love is the worst thing in the world." Reliable stuff, life is short, enjoy yourself in time!"

The corners of Yan Gan's mouth curled up into a smile, and he rubbed the center of his brows. Even though he had a good capacity for alcohol, he was quite drunk at the moment.

The little boy sitting on the side clenched his fists, and while Yan Gan was talking to others, he bravely put a pill in the wine glass, and softly comforted him: "Brother, are you tired?"

Hearing this jerky voice, Yan Gan raised his eyelids. The boy in front of him looked extremely tender, with almond eyes. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't control the ambition under his eyes.

Lifting his chin with one hand, looking at the handsome face in front of him, at this moment Yan Gan remembered another face in his mind.

Pushing the person away, Yan Gan frowned: "Get lost."

The boy stood aside, Yan Gan took another drink from the wine table and then stood up, he went towards the bathroom.

The bar is divided into three floors, the third floor is the room, and the second floor is the VIP box. There is a person on the stairs downstairs who is also helping someone to go upstairs.

Yan Gan stopped after walking a few steps: "Stop."

The Mediterranean man paused, he put his arms around Jian Qiaoxin's waist and turned around: "What are you doing?"

Yan Gan narrowed his eyes, walked back slowly, and pulled Jian Qiaoxin over with one hand: "Jian Qiao..."

Before he could say anything, the rotten man fell into his arms. Jian Qiao heard a familiar smell. He kissed him intimately, and opened his arms to wrap around Yan Gan's waist. very.

Yan Gan lowered his head and saw that Jian Qiaoxin's fair cheeks were flushed, and his almond eyes were covered with water mist. He was obviously unconscious, and said in a deep voice, "Are you drunk?"

Jian Qiaoxin is as clingy as a kitten, whimpering.

On the side, Mediterranean impatiently stretched out his hand to snatch someone: "Who the hell are you, cut off, don't you, first come first, first come first, do you understand?"

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, exuding an unfriendly aura all over his body: "Say it again."

Mediterranean: "..."

ok, sorry to bother you.

After the person left, Yan Gan himself felt that something was wrong, his whole body was burning hot, his desire was violently increasing, desperately trying to find a vent, his consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy, but the person on his body was still restless , rubbing around, lighting fires everywhere.

"Fuck"

Someone cursed in a low voice, the room on the third floor was kicked open, the bed shook, the temperature rose rapidly, and the night was beautiful.

The next day

Early in the morning, the sunlight outside the window spread in little by little, and the bright light shone into the room, which also allowed the messy interior to be seen clearly.

Around the bed, there were messy and torn clothes everywhere, and the young man on the bed had bruises on his exposed arms, which looked terrifying.

Jian Qiaoxin struggled to open his eyes, trying to sit up, but his body was sore, he exhausted all his strength and almost fainted before getting up.

Looking at the mess in the room, the absurd memories of last night flooded into my mind.

He...he and Yan Gan unexpectedly.

Cautiously glanced at the sleeping man next to him, Yan Gan was sleeping with his back, and there were mottled scratches on his back, which looked a bit ambiguous, but made people blush.

Jian Qiaoxin's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he crawled down to find clothes.

result……

"Yan Gan, you bastard." Gritting her teeth and ignoring the hickey marks all over her body, Jian Qiaoxin's clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and she couldn't wear them at all.

With bright eyes, Jian Qiaoxin's eyes fell on a pile of clothes on the other side. They were Yan Gan's own clothes. Although they definitely didn't fit, they could cover her body.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated again and again, and touched it cautiously: "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry."

The ninja moved slowly and put on the clothes in pain, and there was liquid flowing out from the back from time to time, which made Jian Qiaoxin want to scold her again, how much did this bastard Yan Gan get into it!

But these scoldings only dared to think in his heart, and when he thought of Yan Gan's supernatural power with the knife, he would not dare to speak out even if he had the guts.

After feeling the door and turning it open, Jian Qiaoxin quickly ran outside to take a taxi.

Seeing that his clothes were disheveled, the driver hesitated and said, "Hi, where are you going?"

Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly reported his address to him, and now he just wants to go home and take a shower, and then think about whether Yan Gan will pursue this matter, what if he feels that he is deliberately seducing him!

Half an hour later - the third floor of the bar

The man who had been sleeping on the big bed woke up, Yan Gan sat up, opened his eyes and looked at the place beside him, there was no one there.

His eyes were gloomy, gloomy before the storm.

I got out of bed to look for clothes, but after looking around, I found Jian Qiaoxin's torn clothes, but my clothes were nowhere to be found.

Yan Qiao understood what was going on after a little thought.

Turning around, went to the coffee table and dialed the secretary's phone: "Come to xx, the third floor, yes, bring a set of clothes."

The secretary agreed, and asked inertially, "Is there anything else you need to order, sir?"

The room still had the smell of being happy, and Yan Gan glanced at the clothes that were left behind: "Go and check the person Chang Tong brought over last night."

The secretary answered all the questions before hanging up the phone.

half an hour later

After the secretary arrived, there was a sound of running water in the bathroom, and he put the clothes on the bed: "Sir, the clothes are here."

Yan Gan said: "Understood, go out."

"Yes."

The secretary blushed, and he knew what had happened with the obvious traces in the room, but he didn't have the guts to intervene in the boss's private affairs, so he went out decisively.

After a while, Yan Gan came out fully dressed, and the two went downstairs one after the other. The Bentley was waiting at the door of the bar. The driver came and opened the door for the boss to sit in before driving.

The secretary bravely gave him the information: "This is the result of our investigation. He admitted that the drug was not instigated by Young Master Chang. It was his own idea to cling to you, but halfway through...cough, in the end you I met Mr. Jian halfway, so he didn't succeed, I found out, it was indeed a coincidence."

Yan Gan frowned, glanced briefly at the document, and then threw it aside. His fingertips tapped on the armrest of the seat. Once the stern face lost the hypocritical smile that often hung on it, it would be very indifferent. Unfathomable emotions.

The secretary said: "We have already dealt with him, you don't have to worry."

"Ah."

Yan Gan responded casually, he lay on his back casually, his deep voice was a little hoarse: "Jian Qiaoxin is Shengshi Jialun's artist?"

The secretary was surprised, and said honestly, "Yes, it's the entertainment company we bought not long ago."

Yan Gan let out a "huh".

There was silence in the car, and just when the secretary thought the boss would say something, Yan Gan closed his eyes and rested his mind without saying a word.

The secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead, the man's heart is a needle in the bottom of his heart, the ancients never deceived me.