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

Jian Qiaoxin's face was calm, even though her heart was turbulent, she could still calmly say: "Brother Hua, you are joking, of course I believe you."

Seeing that he was actually indifferent, Xiao Zihua was surprised: "Are you still stubborn?"

Since you are acting, you must do it to the end.

"I was already pleased with Mr. Yan, even if he didn't have me in his heart, I would admit it. It's because I have no ability to help him." After Jian Qiaoxin finished speaking, there was a deathly silence.

I thought these words were just for Xiao Zihua's hearing as a play, but after I finished speaking, my heart also felt a throbbing pain, like a needle prick, sharp and delicate pain.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but there was a waiter coming up the stairs just at the top of the stairs. When the two collided, the wine glass in the waiter's hand fell to the ground, and the broken bottle made a crisp sound.

Xiao Zihua hurried over to protect him: "How is it, are you hurt?"

The waiter also panicked: "Sorry, I'm sorry, I walked a little faster."

"You don't have long eyes!" Xiao Zihua scolded angrily, still not relieved: "You can't see him for such a big man, what if he gets hurt, what should you do? Are you responsible!"

Jian Qiaoxin was also taken aback, but it wasn't serious, he patted Xiao Zihua's hand, and apologized to the waiter: "It's okay, it's my fault, I turned around too hastily just now."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and quickly cleaned up the scene. Such a big movement here naturally attracted the attention of many people, including the people on the sofa.

Zhao Tao looked upstairs, squinted her eyes, and murmured: "Xiao Zihua? Who is around him, boyfriend?... Hey, brother, where are you going?"

The man who was originally sitting on the sofa's face sank when he saw that figure, and went upstairs as if he couldn't hear the shout.

Jian Qiaoxin noticed that the eyes of many looking at him turned pale.

Xiao Zihua took his hand: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"Where are you going?"

A slightly muffled voice came from the stairs, and Yan Gan's figure slowly appeared in front of the crowd. He glanced at the wine spilling from the broken glass on the ground, and his face was silent.

Xiao Zihua's heart tightened: "Uncle."

Yan Gan let out a "hmm", and looked at the hands of the two people, intentionally or unintentionally: "I haven't said anything yet, where are you taking him back?"

Jian Qiaoxin inexplicably felt a taste of Shura, he was a little nervous and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xiao Zihua refused to let him do so.

Xiao Zihua's sweetheart was cut off by his uncle, and now his heart was on fire, he said: "My uncle cares too much, aren't you talking about love with Ms. Zhao, and you still care about us?"

When the voice fell, everyone looked different.

Zhao Tao downstairs was happy when he heard this, but Yan Gan's expression was cold.

Yan Gan smiled instead of anger. He walked closer, and the leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the smooth floor, as if they were stepping on the apex of a person's heart. How dangerous is it in Xiao Zihua's eyes.

Yan Gan stood still in front of Xiao Zihua, he stretched out his hand and pulled Jian Qiaoxin into his arms, then looked at Xiao Zihua, his magnetic voice was very gentle: "Speaking of love? My nephew reminded my uncle, You've grown up too, it's time to fall in love."

Xiao Zihua had a bad premonition in his heart.

Yan Gan seemed to be discussing, but in fact he was very overbearing and decisive: "Just now I happened to chat with my brother, and it happened that the young lady of the Wang family was here today, and my uncle will recommend you, so that my brother will not always worry about your marriage."

Xiao Zihua just wanted to say: "I don't..."

At the end of the stairs, Father Xiao came up. He knew that his son would be ashamed to make trouble here, but he was delighted when he heard Yan Gan's words: "You bastard, hurry up and thank you uncle!"

At a banquet like today, people from several families are present, and every move is closely watched. If Xiao Zihua dares to say something asshole to offend people, he will really commit suicide. The bastard's son is still messed up, and the uncle's people dare to rob him.

Jian Qiaoxin saw the displeasure on Xiao Zihua's face, which was a sign of going crazy. He shrank subconsciously towards Yan Gan, very frightened: "Mr. Yan..."

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Jian Qiaoxin froze, realizing that there were many people here, and was about to stay away from him, but the waist was hooked, and the hug became tighter instead.

Yan Gan squeezed his hand: "Good boy."

There were people coming and going at the banquet, most of their eyes were around, and their eyes were all focused on the person beside Yan Gan.

Jian Qiaoxin leaned half of her body on Yan Gan's body, and what she smelled in her nostrils was not only the faint sandalwood fragrance from Yan Gan's body, but also the faint scent of perfume. Since she was pregnant, he has been very sensitive to the smell.

It's nothing at all, the perfume smells normal, and it's not like someone on the set smelled it, but at this moment, it feels extremely disgusting.

His stomach was churning up and down, Jian Qiaoxin finally couldn't help it anymore, he pushed Yan Gan away and bent down and began to retch.

Yan Gan's expression changed, he knelt down and patted him on the back: "Uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." Jian Qiaoxin pushed him, her voice was a little weak: "You smell of perfume."

Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Yan Gan quickly took off his coat, and he threw it to the attendant before coming over to put his arms around Jian Qiaoxin: "It's uncle's fault, is it still uncomfortable?"

Jian Qiao couldn't smell the perfume anymore, so he shook his head.

Someone ran up the stairs. Zhao Tao was wearing a gorgeous dress and her delicate face was covered with makeup. She looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief: "Brother?"

Yan Gan was getting annoyed at the moment, he looked sideways and turned his head sharply: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Tao's lips moved: "Who is he?"

The woman's intuition makes her very unhappy now, especially Yan Gan's attitude towards Jian Qiaoxin is alarming!

Just as Yan Gan was about to speak, Jian Qiaoxin stopped him. Jian Qiaoxin sighed in his heart, and he raised his face: "I'm a friend of Mr. Yan, so I'm sorry to disturb you."

Zhao Tao was dubious: "Really?"

Jian Qiaoxin nodded weakly, he was physically and mentally exhausted: "That's it."

Yan Gan frowned, but he didn't say anything after all. He helped Jian Qiaoxin stand up, and said to the others: "He's not feeling well. I'll send him back. Excuse me."

Not only Yan Gan came to the Yan family alone, but also many side branches.

Everyone has different thoughts after watching a good show.

Yan Fang leaned on the railing and looked at the two people who left the banquet raised eyebrows, he smiled: "It's rare to see the third brother's good show, it's really rare."

The second child of the Yan family beside him said: "I have to check, the person next to him seems to be pregnant."

"Interesting." Yan Fang drank the wine in one gulp: "It's so interesting.

For so many years, Yan Gan, even if you are solid, as long as you have something you care about, you will have weaknesses, and those with weaknesses cannot control the Yan family.

In the car

The weather in the cold winter is cold, and I feel a burst of coolness as soon as I come out of the hotel to the underground garage.

When Yan Gan came out, he didn't take his coat, but was wearing a shirt, which looked cold. Jian Qiaoxin glanced at him quietly, but found that the man's face was colder than the weather.

The low air pressure in the car makes people dare not breathe.

Jian Qiaoxin held back for a while, and finally arrived: "Mr. Yan, about today's banquet... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone there without authorization."

"Yeah." Yan Gan responded, "It's a small matter."

Yan Gan was sitting by the window, and the light from the street lamps fell on his body inch by inch. His side face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded signs of alienation.

He is angry.

Jian Qiaoxin saw it.

But he has already apologized, why is Yan Gan still angry?

Jian Qiaoxin unconsciously pinched the corner of the clothes with his fingers, and he hesitated: "Mr. Yan... Did I provoke Ms. Zhao to misunderstand and destroy your relationship."

Yan Gan moved, and he looked sideways, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "What are you destroying? Didn't you say that we are friends?"

Jian Qiaoxin stopped talking.

There was a moment of dead silence in the carriage, which made the driver in front of him so anxious. The driver couldn't imagine how Jian Qiaoxin could be so stupid. He couldn't see that the husband was already smoking with anger, and he could still say such words!

Yan Gan propped his chin with one hand, with a lazy posture: "Xiaoxin, can uncle ask you a question?"

This was the first time Yan Gan called his name.

Jian Qiaoxin was suffering in his heart, and he tried to keep his face calm: "Say it."

"You don't want to tell Zhao Tao about our relationship. Is it because you are afraid that she will deal with you, or because you are worried about your reputation in the entertainment industry?" Yan Gan paused, his voice lazily: "Or, you just don't want to get involved with me. relation?"

After all, it is shameful for male stars to conceive before marriage, and to give birth to capitalism.

Yan Gan could understand that from any point of view, Jian Qiaoxin's choice was not a problem at all, but as soon as he thought about it, he couldn't hold back his anger.

Jian Qiaoxin's eyelashes trembled. He touched a bottle of water and took a sip before saying, "I just don't want to spoil the relationship between you and Ms. Zhao. Besides, I also want to protect your reputation."

The bottle was squeezed unconsciously, with strength that Jian Qiaoxin didn't even notice. He didn't dare to say, he didn't dare to say any desire for Yan Gan.

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Yan Gan's heart gradually turned cold. The man sneered: "So, I have to thank you."

Jian Qiaoxin's eyes were red all of a sudden, he was in pain, he was in pain, he lowered his head and whispered, "You're welcome."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly dropped to zero.

The driver in front beat his chest and stomped his feet, God, can these two people chat? He, a driver who drives every day, can tell that there is love. How come they broke up after chatting?

The car stopped in front of the house, and Yan Gan got out of the car.

Aunt Zhang in the house had been waiting for someone to come back, and she greeted her happily: "Are you back?"

Yan Gan nodded, and went straight up the stairs: "Get him something to eat, I'll take care of some company matters, there is a video conference to be held."

Aunt Zhang's smile froze on her face, keenly aware that the atmosphere was not right, she nodded cautiously, watched the people upstairs enter the room before coming down.

Jian Qiaoxin's face was also haggard, and he said, "I'm not hungry."

"Oh, ancestor, how can you not eat!" Aunt Zhang was so anxious that she took Jian Qiaoxin's hand: "If you think highly of me, an old woman, tell me what's wrong? Don't you feel well in the morning? "

Jian Qiaoxin was ashamed to mention it, he shook his head lightly: "It's really fine, I just have no appetite."

Aunt Zhang didn't force it, she persuaded: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your child. You are tired all day, you should eat a little bit, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

child.

Jian Qiaoxin endured his thoughts and nodded, "Okay, then cook me some porridge."

Seeing that he agreed, Aunt Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief. The porridge was always stewed in the kitchen, and a bowl was quickly served. She put the millet porridge on the table and pulled the chair away.

Jian Qiaoxin said thanks and sat down.

Aunt Zhang glanced upstairs, and tentatively asked, "Ask Agan to come down and take you to eat?"

Jian Qiaoxin shook her head: "No, I'm fine."

He said it was okay, he was really okay, he ate most of the bowl by himself, and he actually ate it, Aunt Zhang looked at it tremblingly, Jian Qiaoxin had severe morning sickness in the past two months, and couldn't eat anything at all, It's really weird now, I really ate half a bowl by myself.

These two people must have quarreled, otherwise Yan Gan, who is so careful, would not have gone downstairs knowing that he wanted to eat.

Jian Qiaoxin put down the spoon, and he stood up: "Thank you, I'm done eating."

Aunt Zhang nodded, and was a little worried: "Are you really all right?"

"What could be the matter?" A smile appeared on Jian Qiaoxin's delicate face: "Haven't you eaten this?"

Seeing him like this, Aunt Zhang was relieved. She turned around and began to tidy up the things on the table. However, within a few seconds, when she was halfway up the stairs, she suddenly bent down and began to vomit. He curled up. This time, the reaction was particularly strong. I vomited until there was nothing in my stomach, and I began to vomit acid water.

The chopsticks in Aunt Zhang's hand fell to the ground, and she rushed over in a hurry: "Xiaoxin?"

Jian Qiaoxin waved his hand, and he hurriedly said, "This place is dirty, don't come here."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Aunt Zhang helped him to sit on the sofa downstairs, and she said, "Take it easy, I'll clean it up, and then... eat some more."

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a moment and nodded obediently.

When Aunt Zhang came back after cleaning the stairs, she saw Jian Qiaoxin curled up on the sofa hugging her knees, motionless. This was an extremely insecure posture, like a little hedgehog trying to protect herself.

Because my stomach got bigger after I took off my coat at home, but my figure is still slender, especially my face has almost no flesh, and my pair of warm eyes are slightly blue, which makes me feel distressed.

Aunt Zhang sat down beside him: "Son, let me ask a question, did you two quarrel?"

Jian Qiaoxin said: "No, it's my own problem. I caused him trouble and made him unhappy."

"That's also A-gan's fault." Aunt Zhang patted his hand, a little angrily: "You are pregnant with his child, and he is your husband, how can I be angry with you at a time like this, I really don't know what to say! "

husband.

Jian Qiaoxin smiled lightly: "It's really not his problem."

After a pause, the young man on the sofa blinked. He looked at the sofa opposite, where there was a book of fairy tales, which was where Yan Gancheng was sitting.

Jian Qiaoxin said, "Auntie, can I ask you a question?"

Aunt Zhang nodded: "You ask."

"Am I not very likable?" Jian Qiaoxin sat up, and he said, "I seem to have screwed up again. I obviously wanted to get along well, but in the end I made him angry again."

Aunt Zhang felt sore, she said: "How come, you are much more likable than Wen Yuan!"

Jian Qiaoxin smiled, he didn't say any more, but stood up and walked towards the dining table: "You are right, I have to think about my child, I still need to eat more."

There was a bowl of porridge on the table, he picked up a spoon and took a few sips, the feeling of vomiting came again.

Aunt Zhang saw that her expression was not right, she said, "I'll go and ask A-gan to come down."

"Don't!" Jian Qiaoxin suddenly put down the spoon, he pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and tears fell down: "Don't disturb him."

Aunt Zhang: "..."

Why are you so stubborn?

Jian Qiaoxin picked up the spoon again, he dug a little and ate slowly, his tears fell into the bowl and mixed with the porridge, he didn't care, he just ate blankly.

There was a sound from the second floor.

Yan Gan's figure appeared on the stairs. He had changed into a suit of clothes, but he was still very formal.

Aunt Zhang asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah." Yan Gan adjusted his tie: "The company is in a hurry."

Aunt Zhang looked hesitantly at Jian Qiaoxin who was sitting on the chair, hoping that this one would be subdued, and even if she couldn't, at least take the opportunity to say something!

Jian Qiaoxin was sullen and didn't lift her head, for fear that Yan Gan would see her red eyes.

When Yan Gan passed by the table, he paused, and his tone could not be heard with joy or anger: "I'll go out for a while, you go to bed early, don't stay up late."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded, but still didn't look at him.

Yan Gan paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but finally went out, and Aunt Zhang behind him rushed out to see him off.

The wind outside was very cold, Yan Gan went straight to the garage, his body was straight, the warm mask had been thrown away since he came out of the house, now it was covered with thin ice, it looked very scary.

Aunt Zhang sighed: "Why are you going out again this late at night?"

Yan Gan said casually, "The company has something to do."

"You can fool others, but you can't fool me, an old woman." Aunt Zhang followed him step by step: "Gan, please love him, he also feels bad when you two quarreled, you didn't see it just now..."

Yan Gan paused, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and he looked sideways: "Do you feel bad?"

Aunt Zhang was frightened by the anger in her eyes.

"Didn't he want to draw a clear line with me? Didn't he want to destroy the relationship between me and Zhao Tao? He won't feel good." Yan Gan's heart was burning hot: "I'm not interested in playing robbery, If he doesn't like it, let him do whatever he wants!"

Aunt Zhang: "..."

This kid is usually quite shrewd, so why did he start to dig into the horns as soon as the matter came to Jian Qiaoxin?

The sports car in the garage was driven away. Aunt Zhang, who was familiar with Yan Gan, understood that this was definitely not going to the company, but going out to indulge.

When she returned to the house, there was no one at the dining table. After waiting for a while, the bathroom door was opened, and Jian Qiaoxin stood holding on to the door frame.

Aunt Zhang's heart softened: "Have you vomited again?"

Jian Qiaoxin shook her head obediently: "I just vomited a little, it's fine."

Aunt Zhang made a suggestion: "Shall I serve you another bowl?"

"No need, I'll throw up if I eat it." Jian Qiaoxin didn't make things difficult for others anymore, he tidied up and went upstairs to rest.

The wind was blowing hard outside, Aunt Zhang said at the bottom of the building: "You can go to bed early, it might rain today."

The figure of the person who walked halfway stopped suddenly: "Is it raining? Will it thunder?"

Aunt Zhang didn't know why, but she still said, "The weather forecast says it's a thunderstorm, but it will stop tomorrow morning, so don't worry."

Jian Qiaoxin's fingers holding the handle of the stairs were white because he squeezed too hard, and he hesitated: "Mr. Yan... when will you come back?"

Aunt Zhang didn't dare to say it, she urged: "Call him, he will be back soon."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin was silent, he thanked him and went back upstairs.

Entertainment clubs

Yan Gan was leaning against the table with a pool cue to drink water, and Huo Jue, who was facing him, hit another ball with excellent accuracy.

Huo Jue stood up straight: "Go back."

"Go back and fart." Yan Gan threw the water bottle on the sofa beside him: "I won't go back tonight, it's only been beaten for less than 10 minutes, come on."

Huo Jue went to the side and sat down: "Your heart is not here, it's no fun to play against an opponent like you."

Yan Gan sneered, and he threw away the cue: "Then change to another place to play, it's really not interesting to play."

"..."

Huo Jue leaned against the sofa: "Did you quarrel with your wife?"

"First, I don't have a wife." Yan Gan twisted open a bottle of wine and drank half a glass: "Second, I'm an adult, why would I argue with a child?"

Huo Jue said, "Maybe it's because you like him."

Yan Gan was very annoyed, and when he was about to change to another place to play, a thunder came through the window, making his expression change.

Yan Gan: "Is it raining today?"

Another thunder roared outside, followed by raindrops on the windows.

Huo Jue looked out the window: "Thunderstorm."

"Fuck!" Yan Gan cursed in a low voice, picked up his suit jacket and walked out, as if he was in a hurry to go home.

Huo Jue: "Didn't you say you won't go back tonight?"

What responded to him was the sound of the outside door being suddenly closed, so a man in love can't afford to be hurt, and a friend of a man in love can't afford to be hurt now.

Yan Zhai

The heavy rain was pouring down, and it was very loud, accompanied by bursts of thunder.

Jian Qiaoxin was buried under the quilt, covering her head, her whole body curled up, all kinds of images overlapped in her mind, her hands were tightly clutching the quilt, and she was sweating profusely.

downstairs

As soon as Yan Gan entered the door, he saw Aunt Zhang on the first floor, and he said, "Where is Xiaoxin?"

Aunt Zhang: "Upstairs..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Gan had already run upstairs, his pace was fast, his slender legs took a few steps, and he fell upstairs.

The door of the room was opened, and Yan Gan calmed down for a while, before walking towards the bed, he said softly, "Xiaoxin?"

The dumpling on the bed trembled.

Yan Gan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his hands on the quilt and could feel the trembling directly.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and suddenly——

"Boom!"

A thunder blasted again in the sky, white flowers flashed outside the window, and the person inside the quilt groaned, as if crying.

Yan Gan frowned, he was about to go out and get a headset to come in, but just as he walked to the door, he heard a voice behind him, a trembling voice with a little anxiety: "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Gan stopped, turned his head sideways, and saw a head protruding from the bed, Jian Qiaoxin stared at him with a pale face: "Are you back?"

Yan Gan nodded: "Yes."

It was raining sporadically outside, Jian Qiaoxin gritted her teeth: "You...I, can you stay with me for a while?"

Yan Qiao paused while holding the doorknob, he hesitated for a moment, and finally walked to the bed, the coat was thrown on the ground, the man half sat on the bed, raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to hug?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin slipped into his arms silently.