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

Yan Gan was exposed by the blue veins on his forehead: "Jian Qiaoxin, do you have a conscience? You think I'm as cruel as you!"

Jian Qiaoxin was even more frightened by his yelling. He was already panicked, but now he was trembling and wanted to let go of the hand that was holding him.

Yan Gan sighed, directly took off the suit from his body, covered him, and hugged him in his arms to keep him warm, not minding that the blood would stain his body.

The dial in his hand was quickly answered, and Secretary Li said kindly, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Go, get my helicopter over here, yes, send the location to your phone, hurry up."

"The hospital arranges good people and wants the best."

This is the second time in my life that Secretary Li heard Yan Gan's sad tone, except for the family change of Yan's family. This is the second time in his life. In other words, Yan Gan's phone over there has been hung up.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, and the thunder in the sky is still beating.

Yan Gan soon discovered that the sound of thunder was the source of Jian Qiaoxin's fright. He took out the earphones from his pocket, took off Jian Qiaoxin's hands covering his ears, and gently stuffed them in for him.

Called up the music software on the phone, and tuned a few calming songs for him to listen to. The melodious lullaby in the phone played slowly, gradually overshadowing the sound of the rain.

Jian Qiaoxin's face was full of tears, and Yan Gan wiped them away with his hand: "Stop crying."

The cold wind blew, and Jian Qiaoxin choked twice. He clutched Yan Gan's clothes: "I hurt so much...Mr. Yan, do you think I'm going to die?"

"What nonsense!" Yan Gan unconsciously said coldly, but when he met Jian Qiaoxin's fearful eyes, his anger subsided again, and he sighed: "You will not die, and the child will be fine. of."

Jian Qiaoxin choked up and said, "The child must be blaming me. I know he thinks I am an incompetent father. He doesn't want to be my child. You must also blame me. You will be angry again."

Yan Gan put his arms around his trembling body: "Don't think about it anymore, be good, don't think about it anymore, uncle will not blame you."

Jian Qiaoxin nestled on Yan Gan's body, this embrace was very warm, the man's strong arms encircled her like an indestructible fortress, protected from wind and rain, and even the pain under her body seemed to have eased a bit.

When the helicopter flew over, the person in Yan Gan's arms had already passed out.

in the afternoon

The pungent smell of medical water from the hospital irritated people's breathing all the time. Jian Qiaoxin's spirits improved slightly, and she sat up suddenly from the bed. The sunlight from the window came in and the leaves swayed.

Jian Qiaoxin touched his stomach subconsciously, and he could still feel the existence of the child. This is a wonderful kind of father-son connection, which made him unconsciously relieved.

He was the only one in this suite. The room was clean and spacious. There was a huge color TV hanging on the opposite wall, and there were two tall green plants in the room.

Jian Qiaoxin went out and met the doctor head-on.

The doctor is an old man, he pushed his glasses: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Jian Qiaoxin was still holding the doorknob, he hesitated: "Excuse me, the child in my stomach..."

The doctor was wearing a white coat, and he was still holding a document board in his hand, and said to the door: "Go in and talk."

The two entered the room together, and Jian Qiaoxin sat on the edge of the bed.

The doctor stood up straight: "You have been working since you were pregnant, have you not nourished your body well?"

Jian Qiaoxin was a little speechless, and nodded embarrassingly.

The doctor's tired eyes saw too much, and he took a panel to write down something: "The child is very healthy, but you are physically weak, and you are too frightened to move a little bit of fetal gas, and then just take care of it."

Jian Qiaoxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he said gratefully, "Thank you."

The doctor didn't want to talk too much, so he left after explaining some basic things. Jian Qiaoxin, who stayed in the ward, took out his mobile phone. He found that he had been in a coma for a day and a half, and he had nothing else to do. He simply Open your WeChat and see if anyone has sent a message.

In the end, it really did. Nongbai did come to ask him when he would have an abortion. The general meaning should be to accompany him. If it had been changed before, Jian Qiaoxin would have agreed, but this time he went to the mountain, something happened. The thing is, he really felt that he cared about this child, and he couldn't lose this child.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a moment before sending him a voice message: "Brother Nong, I may have to think about this matter about the child again."

After posting this sentence, Jian Qiaoxin was also very disturbed.

There was a rustling sound from the door of the ward, and then it was opened from the outside. Yan Gan stood at the door. He had already changed out of the suit he wore yesterday, and now he was only wearing casual casual clothes. Thin waist, slender legs wrapped in loose jeans, and he was carrying a box in his hand.

Jian Qiaoxin stood up suddenly: "Mr. Yan."

Yan Gan said, "Sit down and be careful."

"Oh..." Jian Qiaoxin sat down on the bed obediently, and he looked at the box in Yan Gan's hand: "Is this in your hand?"

Yan Gan put the box beside the bed: "Your clothes from yesterday have been washed."

!!!

Jian Qiaoxin belatedly realized that he was already wearing a plaid hospital gown, so... then who changed the clothes for him.

He couldn't help it: "Did you change my clothes for me?"

Yan Gan took a long leg and sat down beside the bed: "Your clothes were already soaked and dirty. Do you want to wear them all the time, or do you want those doctors to change them for you?"

"..."

Neither seems like a good option!

Jian Qiaoxin is a very conservative person. Even when he was with Qiu Jian, he never let Qiu Jian see his body, but now...but...

But it's hard for him to say that Yan Gan did something wrong.

After struggling for a long time, Jian Qiaoxin could only thank you aggrievedly: "No, thank you."

Yan Gan smiled, "No thanks."

Jian Qiaoxin thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Yan, how long will it take for me to leave the hospital and go home? I didn't take many days off this time. I want to tell the manager."

Yan Gan played with the mobile phone in his hand: "I will ask someone to say hello to your manager."

It's been a few days without a positive answer, and Jian Qiaoxin is even more uncertain.

Yan Gan's face is still refined and refined. When his handsome eyebrows are not angry, there is always a sense of laziness, which makes people relax their vigilance.

Jian Qiaoxin took a look at the paper box on one side, and said, "Okay, when will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Where are you going?" Yan Gan finally moved his gaze from the phone.

Jian Qiaoxin froze: "Go back to my home..."

Yan Gan squinted his eyes. He gracefully put away his mobile phone, stepped forward and walked in front of Jian Qiaoxin, bending slightly to meet him face to face: "You move to Yan's house."

Jian Qiaoxin shrank her body and leaned back quietly: "May I move to your house? I'm fine. I'm afraid that if something happens, it will affect your reputation. Anyway, it's not... …It’s not a glorious thing, you see, I’d better go back and live there, if you’re not at ease, I can rent an apartment with better conditions, and after the child is born, you can go and have a look at it anytime.”

"Jane Qiaoxin."

Yan Gan's voice was a little deeper, and his dark eyes were a little deep: "Do you know who I am?"

Everything seemed to be back to the original point, back to the original rooftop, and the same question was asked.

Jian Qiaoxin curled her hands unconsciously: "You are Yan Gan, my boss, the head of the Yan family."

"This child is the eldest son of the Yan family, do you know what kind of wealth he will gain in the future?" Yan Gan raised Jian Qiaoxin's chin with his slender fingers, forcing him to look directly at himself: "Following you, what can he gain? "

"..."

A sense of powerlessness spread from the bottom of my heart, which was suffocating.

Jian Qiaoxin's almond eyes were full of anxiety. Suddenly, he frowned, pushed Yan Gan away, covered his mouth, and ran to one side of the trash basket to vomit.

The nausea came suddenly and tortured, almost making people unable to resist.

All that was vomited was sour water. After Jian Qiaoxin vomited against the bedside, she almost lost her strength. A pair of strong palms grabbed the man's waist from behind and handed him a glass of warm water. Yan Gan's voice was almost gentle: " Rinse."

Jian Qiaoxin said, "Thank you."

Yan Gan waited for him to recover before letting him go to bed to rest: "Do you want to eat, you can't smell seafood, I asked the kitchen to cook something else for you."

Jian Qiaoxin looked up at him: "How do you know?"

Yan Gan took the cup from him and put it aside, casually said: "On Xiao Zihua's birthday, you felt nauseous."

! !!

Even Jian Qiaoxin didn't remember asking for such a small matter, but Yan Gan was able to pay attention to it.

His voice is also very gentle, and his movements are also very gentle when taking care of him, as if taking care of him like a fragile porcelain doll, but just now, he can also say unfeeling words in an almost indifferent tone.

Yan Gan's tenderness is for the child, and he can only be heartless to him. Maybe he will really treat the child well, and he is more qualified than a father like himself who wants to have an abortion.

Jian Qiaoxin said, "Mr. Yan, will you treat this child well?"

Yan Gan looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The poison of a tiger does not eat its children, what do you think?"

"Okay." Jian Qiaoxin clenched his fist and then released it. After a while, he gently touched his stomach: "This child will be raised by the Yan family after birth, but I have one condition."

"Say."

"When I miss him, I can visit him at any time."

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Have you never thought that I will be responsible for you and the child?"

While speaking, Yan Gan sat on a soft chair on one side, half of his body was bathed in sunlight, making it difficult to see the expression on his face, and there was a moment of silence in the room.

Jian Qiaoxin shook her head: "I haven't thought about it."

Yan Gan looked sideways at him.

"Although I am a very pedantic person sometimes, I also know that this is no longer the era when raw rice was cooked." Jian Qiaoxin felt a tingle in his heart for a moment, but his face was still calm: "I don't want to use my children as a bargaining chip. We all have the right to spend our lives with the people we love deeply."

Yan Gan didn't respond: "It's up to you."

The atmosphere is not very good. The two people who have their own thoughts seem to have solved many problems, but in fact they are panicked in their hearts, like an abyss lying in front of them, and neither of them is willing to cross.

Jian Qiaoxin rubbed the center of her brows, and said softly, "Mr. Yan, I'm hungry."

quite a while

He felt that such an abrupt question asked if someone begged for food, so he licked his face and added, "Maybe... the child is also hungry."

"..."

The corners of Yan Gan's mouth curled up: "Go wash up and eat later."

"it is good."

Jian Qiaoxin cleaned himself with a new toothbrush and face towel in the bathroom, and the smell of food was already wafting outside when he came out.

There is a lot of food on the table in the middle of the room. The food is fragrant, but not greasy.

Seeing him coming out, Yan Gan waved: "Come here."

"Oh." Jian Qiaoxin walked to the sofa and sat down. He was very reserved, and there was a distance of one meter away from Yan Gan. The meals were all placed together. It was inconvenient for him to sit far away to pick up the dishes, but he was with Yan Gan. When Yan Gan ate together, he was still nervous and couldn't let go, probably because he was still afraid of Yan Gan in his bones, so he ate carefully, as if tormented.

Yan Gan glanced at him calmly: "Eat."

After a while, the man stood up and walked to the far sofa and sat down with long legs. The food on the table was more than enough for three or four people, let alone two.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "Aren't we together?"

Yan Gan waved his hand: "Eat it, I've eaten it."

"Oh……"

So Jian Qiaoxin was the only one eating the whole meal, and Yan Gan who was not far away was dealing with electronic documents on his mobile phone. Although the two of them had nothing to say, they lived in peace.

Afterwards, Jian Qiaoxin was sleepy after eating, and Yan Gan left after a few orders.

Secretary Li was waiting in the parking lot downstairs of the hospital. As soon as he saw Yan Gan, he said, "Sir, we have a transoceanic meeting in half an hour, and in the afternoon..."

After getting into the car, Yan Gan was looking at the documents. Secretary Li in front of him dutifully said after reporting the itinerary: "Sir, have you eaten yet?"

Yan Gan flipped through the paper: "Buy a copy and send it to the office."

"Yes."

six days later

Jian Qiaoxin can be discharged from the hospital today. Under the careful advice of the doctors, he finally left the hospital that smelled of medicine.

Secretary Li came to pick him up today: "Mr. Jian, Mr. Yan asked me to pick you up. We can go directly to Yan's house."

Jian Qiaoxin frowned: "But, I still have luggage..."

"If you have any necessary things, just ask me to get them." Secretary Li was very conscientious: "As for other things, if they are not necessary, there is no need for them. There is nothing missing in the house."

Jian Qiaoxin had no choice but to obey the arrangement.

The car was not bumping, and the air conditioner was still running in the car. Jian Qiaoxin was basically sleeping during the journey, and only woke up slowly when he arrived at the place.

It was Secretary Li who woke him up: "Mr. Jian, it's time to wake up."

Jian Qiaoxin rubbed his eyes, and he replied: "Okay, thank you."

A group of people got out of the car one after the other, and the cool autumn wind was blowing outside, which abruptly woke him up for the most part.

This community is very large, and it is a garden building of a courtyard house. Being able to buy this kind of courtyard building to make a house here in City A shows Yan Gan's generosity.

Secretary Li led Jian Qiaoxin inside and said, "Go straight on this road to the north. No. 03 is Huo's house. Don't you have a good relationship with Jian Xingchen? You can drop by on weekdays."

Jian Qiaoxin was a little surprised, but very happy, he nodded: "OK."

"06 in the south is Fu's house, and Fu Yingdi is also from the Beijing area. In the future, the husband should introduce you." Secretary Li is very eager to please the future wife: "It's good to be simple, and you can get in touch with him when the time comes."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he finally arrived at the door of the house. Secretary Li knocked on the door, and it was opened by an old lady, perhaps she had greeted her before, and the old lady was very enthusiastic when she saw Jian Qiaoxin: "Are you here? "

Jian Qiaoxin greeted her: "Hello."

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"Hello, hello." The old woman gave way: "Come in."

Jian Qiaoxin just went in. He followed the old woman inside. There are two small buildings here, which are very big. The flowers in the garden and the fake landscape and stones add a bit of elegance to the mood.

When walking to the second floor, the old woman opened a room: "You can stay here."

Jian Qiaoxin walked in. The room was very clean, with wooden floors, and a new four-piece suit on the bed. The window was a large balcony facing the sun. The white curtains hung comfortably. There was a small secret door inside The bathroom has everything.

Aunt Zhang said, "Are you satisfied?"

Jian Qiaoxin said: "Don't be so polite, my name is Jian Qiaoxin, you can call me Qiao Xin or Xiaoxin."

"Then you can just call me Aunt Zhang." Aunt Zhang obviously prefers polite children, and now that he is still pregnant with Yan Gan's child, he is naturally more enthusiastic: "Get tired, you should rest first, and later Time to come down for dinner."

Jian Qiaoxin slept in the car before, and he said, "I'll clean it up and go down to help you when I cook at night."

Aunt Zhang quickly said no, and asked Jian Qiao some taboos about her new food before leaving.

Jian Qiaoxin went into the bathroom inside, washed up briefly, and then slept on the bed before getting up. The cub in his stomach has been more than three months old, and it is not very pregnant at the moment, at least wearing loose clothes. Not quite out.

From upstairs to downstairs, the aroma of the kitchen can already be smelled.

Jian Qiaoxin walked into the kitchen: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no, just rest." Aunt Zhang was cooking, her movements were skillful, and the aroma of the food wafted out little by little: "In the future, when I live at home, I will cook some nutritional supplements. You can eat more, and it will also make Agan feel better. Eat more."

Jian Qiaoxin became interested: "Does Mr. Yan usually eat less?"

Aunt Zhang sighed: "Isn't that right, A-gan doesn't care much about himself. If no one asks, he can skip eating for a day. If someone asks, he won't refuse, but it's all perfunctory. I used to hope that Yuanyuan's child could take care of him more, but in the end, he didn't care at all..."

Aunt Zhang shut up halfway through her speech, probably because she realized that she had said too much.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated, "Will Mr. Yan go home for dinner tonight?"

"Not necessarily." Aunt Zhang looked at the sky outside, and it was getting late, she said: "But you are here, he should come back."

Jian Qiao Xinxin said that I am not that attractive.

A group of people were talking, there was a sound from the door outside, and gusts of cool wind came in along the door, which lifted people's spirits.

Yan Gan came in through the closed door. He casually hung his coat on the hanger with a calm posture.

Jian Qiaoxin who was standing at the door said cautiously: "Mr. Yan, are you back?"

"Ah."

Yan Gan casually tugged on his tie: "I've got someone to pick up the things you rented out, and I'll bring them to you tomorrow. Don't go back to that place."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "OK."

Yan Gan stretched his long legs and sat down on the sofa. He casually turned on the TV in the living room and tuned to the financial channel to watch casually.

Aunt Zhang in the kitchen looked anxiously. She blinked at the kettle on the table, frantically hinting at Jian Qiaoxin.

When Jian Qiaoxin was at a loss, he quickly took the kettle to the sofa in the living room: "Mr. Yan, are you thirsty?"

Yan Gan looked sideways at him when he heard the words, and frowned: "What are you doing with the kettle, leave it there."

"Oh, good." Jian Qiaoxin put it down obediently, and Yan Gan looked like he was a man with weak hands, a little doll who couldn't even hold a kettle, and was extremely nervous.

Yan Gan glanced at the kettle, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "If you say that, I'm really thirsty."

Jian Qiao regained some energy and said, "Then drink some water!"

Yan Gan leaned on the handle of the sofa with one hand, trying to relax: "Drink from the spout?"

"..."

Oh my god, I really want to die, why did I just bring a jug, it’s so embarrassing!

Jian Qiaoxin's face turned red, and he was about to get up in a hurry: "I'll go get a teacup."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Yan Gan to speak, he ran to the kitchen to get a teacup back, and poured it back to Yan Gan as if he had made atonement.

Yan Gan slowly picked up the teacup: "Are you still a child, you can just walk, why are you running!"

Jian Qiaoxin said, "I didn't run..."

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him. Even though his brows and eyes were warm, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

Jian Qiaoxin quickly changed her words: "Understood."

The two sat on the sofa for a while, and Yan Gan chatted with Jian Qiaoxin for a while. At first, Jian Qiaoxin thought that he would not be able to chat with him, but Yan Gan was exceptionally good at chatting, and the content of the chat Jian Qiaoxin was able to pick it up without any embarrassment, and unknowingly shed a lot of formality.

When I was going to eat, Jian Qiaoxin remembered a sentence: You can have a good conversation with someone you don't know very well without feeling embarrassed, either you are good, or the other party is really good.

Jian Qiaoxin sat at the dining table. Aunt Zhang was very skilled. He ate a few bites of vegetarian dishes. He was fine, but after sitting for a while, his stomach started to turn sour: "Um..."

The person who was sitting ran into the bathroom, apparently about to vomit.

He didn't eat, so Yan Gan naturally put down his chopsticks.

Jian Qiaoxin in the bathroom bent over and vomited out all the food he had just eaten. He was suffering from someone standing behind him and patting his back.

Jian Qiaoxin stood up suddenly, with a look of horror on his face: "Mr. Yan, why are you here?"

Yan Gan frowned: "Why, I can't come?"

"No." Jian Qiaoxin wiped her mouth with a paper towel: "It just smells like vomit, I'm afraid you will..."

"What kind of taste can it have?" Yan Gan took him back to eat: "Eat a little bit."

Jian Qiaoxin also knew good and bad, so he also took chopsticks to bite the bullet and ate, but the result was similar to before.

He was so uncomfortable, Yan Gan's face was not good-looking: "Have you always been like this?"

"It's just like this recently." Jian Qiaoxin staggered to the chair: "I could still eat a little bit, but now I don't know what happened."

Yan Gan said, "Come and sit."

There were two chairs between the two of them.

Jian Qiaoxin was stunned for a moment. Yan Gan, who was sitting at the table in a suit and leather shoes, had the air conditioner on in the room. He rolled up his sleeves halfway to reveal his hardcover forearms. The lethality has decreased a lot.

Yan Gan just looked at him indifferently, not urging him.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a while but came over: "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Gan put his arms around his waist and carried him to his lap. He picked up vegetables with chopsticks and put them in front of Jian Qiaoxin. He said, "Eat."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin is not used to it!His current posture is almost being held in Yan Gan's arms, his body is full of his smell, the faint sandalwood fragrance is very familiar, although he is flustered, he is not particularly resistant.

Under the pressure, she took a bite with chopsticks, Jian Qiaoxin swallowed it and waited to get sick.

Ten seconds passed with no response.

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth curled up into a smile, and he continued to serve him some food, and even winked at Aunt Zhang to bring the food over.

Jian Qiaoxin's ears were flushed, and he hated Tie Bucheng and just glanced at his stomach: "This child is... too."

Yan Gan said: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Look at this ability to steer the rudder according to the wind, and you can see that he is his own."

"..."

I don't know if it's really because of this brat's knowledge, Jian Qiaoxin eats in Yan Gan's arms, and he is almost the one who feeds him. Although he is uncomfortable, he really didn't vomit once!

After the meal, Jian Qiaoxin basically became a cooked shrimp, and when he came out of Yan Gan's arms, his legs were almost shaking!

Yan Gan wiped his hands slowly: "I will go home for dinner in the future." @无限好文，all in Jinjiang Literature City

Aunt Zhang was overjoyed: "Great, then I will prepare more in the future, Xiaoxin, Agan loves you so much!"

Jian Qiaoxin was so ashamed and angry that she remembered that she was about to join the filming team. Generally, filming does not have a fixed rest time. Sometimes in order to catch up with the schedule, it is not uncommon for work to end at two or three in the morning.

He said: "But I may still have a job, and sometimes I may not have time to come back."

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Do you still have a job?" @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"..."

You are too much!

Jian Qiaoxin glared at him, because her face was flushed from the shame of being fed before, and her almond eyes were a little misty, like a little rabbit who was irritated, making people want to be bullied again.

The little rabbit said: "Of course I have!"

"Yeah." Yan Gan put down the cloth to wipe his hands: "I will ask someone to reduce your workload. Now that you are healthy, you don't have to worry about it."

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, of course he couldn't agree, the news about director Yan's casting would probably come out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, how could he lose the chain at such a juncture!

Besides, besides, this person is too domineering, can't you discuss it with him when making a decision?

After all, Jian Qiaoxin is soft-tempered. Since Yan Gan doesn't discuss it with him, can't he still discuss it with Yan Gan?

Thinking of this, Jian Qiaoxin said: "I haven't shown my pregnancy yet. I'll be busy for a few more months, okay? I know you're worried about the child. It's okay. I will definitely pay attention to rest."

Yan Gan was unmoved.

Jian Qiaoxin came over and said nicely, "So, don't worry about it, do you want someone to follow me?"

Yan Gan glanced sideways at him, showing signs of loosening.

There is a play!

Xing Chen is right, men still have to rely on coaxing!

Jian Qiaoxin made persistent efforts, he got closer, and even eagerly poured tea for Yan Gan: "Look, you are my boss, you must know what I do every day, right? Some dangerous work."

Yan Gan didn't shake his face, and there was an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth: "People come and go, what should we do if we bump into each other?"

"I must pay attention!" Jian Qiaoxin thought for a while, and said softly: "In this way, I will never go to a party with a lot of people. I actually want to take over the movie directed by Yan. When the time comes, I will stay in the crew, and then I send you information reports every day..."

As he was talking, he didn't notice that the hypocritical smile on Yan Gan's face gradually faded, but looked at him quietly.

Jian Qiaoxin noticed something strange while talking, and looked at him sideways: "What's wrong?"

Yan Gan said in a deep voice, "Don't you feel annoyed by having no privacy and being controlled by me when people follow you and send messages every day?"

"Nope!"

Jian Qiaoxin's handsome face was calm, and there was a little smile in his eyes: "My job is to be a star. I knew from the day I entered the industry that if I want to be a star, privacy is at stake. Someone who follows that It's even more normal, don't you usually have assistants following you every day, if you have nothing to worry about, there will be a puppy following you, fans blocking the way, reporters secretly taking pictures, if you give me two bodyguards, they will come in handy."

Jian Qiaoxin counted for him with fingers hanging down: "As for sending a text message to report safety, I will send it to you if you want. Anyway, I usually report to my manager every day. These are normal things. , what's bothering you, you also care about me."

Under the warm yellow light, the face of the man with his head bowed was serious, without any impatience, maybe he was pregnant, but there was a gentle and benevolent light on his body, he was lying on his lap, obediently Literally.

Yan Gan was silent for a while and said, "You really think so?"

"Of course!" Jian Qiaoxin nodded affirmatively, and he curled his lips: "If I stay at home every day, I will be bored, and I will definitely be anxious about work. I'm afraid I will get sick by then, so don't worry about it, Mr. Yan." Follow me, okay?"

"Yes." Yan Gan nodded, and he helped Jian Qiaoxin up from the place with one hand: "It's no fun to lock you up, you're too thoughtful, it's not good for children to think about things at home, but if you really want to go out For work, the three chapters of the contract must be abided by.”

Jian Qiaoxin: "..."

I'm too difficult.

But after thinking about it, Mr. Yan is actually very good at talking sometimes. Although he looks a bit domineering, he can actually communicate very well as long as he finds the right method.

Perhaps, the future will not be so sad.