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

While Jian Qiaoxin was talking, there was a "squeak" sound from the door.

He turned around and saw Yan Gan standing at the door. He was wearing a black coat with a white fox fur on the brim of the coat. Standing at the door with a slender figure, he seemed to be a few inches shorter than the door.

The warm yellow light in the room fell on Yan Gan's handsome face, and he looked at Jian Qiaoxin from a distance of several meters.

Jian Qiaoxin's heart trembled: "Mr. Yan?"

"Ah."

The air conditioner was fully activated. Yan Gan entered the goal and took off his coat. Jian Qiaoxin took two steps forward and took it naturally. He held some cold clothes: "It's getting dark, why did you come here?"

Yan Gan: "Come and see you."

Jian Qiaoxin stood where he was, as if nailed to the ground by these words, his delicate little face was stained with blush, and he muttered: "What's so interesting about me, I'm not a child anymore, I still need someone to look at it."

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth hooked into a smile, but he didn't make fun of his duplicity. Instead, he went to the table and picked up what Jian Qiaoxin had just embroidered: "What is this embroidered?"

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, and hurried over to take it back and cover it on the table, with a guilty look: "It's nothing!"

Yan Gan squinted his eyes, he supported the frizzy man, and his voice was a little louder: "Are you still young, you just walk, what are you running for?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin was murdered, he looked away aggrieved: "Just run this short distance without falling."

Yan Gan gave him a cool look.

Under pressure, Jian Qiaoxin whispered, "I won't do it next time."

Mrs. Zhang on the side looked at it and laughed straight away. This young couple's way of getting along is too interesting, but Xiaoxin's temper is really soft, and he is completely eaten to death.

Yan Gan supported Jian Qiaoxin to sit down, and he took the half-repaired ornament forcefully to look at it, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you embroidering?"

Jian Qiaoxin wanted to talk about bamboo.

Yan Gan smiled, shook the handkerchief away, looked at it under the light, and guessed: "Seaweed?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin glared at Yan Gan, thought about it for a while, and kicked him again.

Yan Gan was neither in pain nor itching, and took the time to watch and admire the angry appearance of the person in front of him. Jian Qiaoxin was very funny when she was angry. Her usual calm face would turn red, and her eyes were also bright, very pretty.

Yan Gan played with the handkerchief: "Is it embroidered for me?"

Jian Qiaoxin's heart was a little uncertain, and she didn't know whether Yan Gan heard what Zhang said just now.

He made a gesture to take it back: "No, I embroidered for fun."

"Really?" Yan Gan returned the things to him, the smile on his face faded, and he looked a little lonely, he said: "That's uncle being self-indulgent."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin glanced at him cautiously, and saw Yan Gan fiddled with the silk thread in a wooden basket with his head down, his eyes were faintly black and blue. He has been busy with work recently, it is so late now, and the mountain road is not very busy. It's easy to go, I still have to come and see myself after working so hard, but now even a handkerchief can't satisfy me...

Thinking of this, Jian Qiaoxin felt inexplicably guilty. He clutched the silk handkerchief in his hand and bit his lips: "Actually, it's for you too, but it's my first time embroidering. I'm afraid it won't work well. Embroidered seaweed."

As he spoke, there was still a hint of grievance.

It's sad.

A smirk appeared on the corner of Yan Gan's mouth and then disappeared quickly. He looked sideways: "Really, it's not seaweed, it's uncle's blind eyes. Can I apologize to you and stop being angry, eh?"

Jian Qiaoxin is easy to coax. He raised his head and was about to say yes when he saw the man beside him propping his chin with one hand and looking at him with a smile in his eyes. He was obviously teasing him!

"..."

Yan fuck you bad guy!

Just when Jian Qiaoxin was about to get angry, a voice came from upstairs. He was taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw the old man standing on the railing. He must have just got up, and he was still wearing a red padded jacket, standing upstairs with a cane.

Jian Qiaoxin's heart tightened, and she subconsciously went to look at Yan Gan.

The old man shouted: "Come up when you come."

Yan Gan restrained his foolishness, and instantly returned to his usual dignified and elegant clothes. He got up slowly, and saw the worried face of the children around him with a smile on his lips: "Wait here."

Jian Qiaoxin was fidgeting: "But..."

"obedient."

Yan Gan left these words and went upstairs. After going upstairs, he obediently helped the old man to walk into the room, which was far from the usual domineering appearance outside.

Jian Qiaoxin's eyes were still fixed upstairs and she couldn't look back.

Mrs. Zhang, who had been shrinking her presence all the time, saw that he was out of mind, and comforted him with a slight smile: "It's okay, the old man looks fierce, but he actually counts it."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded. In fact, he also understands this truth, but how can people's hearts be controlled? If you say you don't worry, you don't worry?

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhang pursed her lips and smiled: "Besides, I don't think your man is the kind of character who suffers."

"..."

He is really bad.

After waiting downstairs for a long time, Jian Qiaoxin's fingers were pricked twice by the needle, and some of them dripped onto the thread. He was in a state of confusion, so he didn't embroider at all, and just sat beside him and played with Xiaoguawazi.

Children are fun, white and tender, and they are happy just looking at them.

Jian Qiaoxin couldn't help fantasizing about what his and Yan Gan's children should look like. They shouldn't be ugly. He and Yan Gan both look decent. In terms of personality... it's better to be like yourself. If you look like Yan Gan, That's not to harm people.

Mrs. Zhang interrupted his wandering, and said in a gentle voice, "Come out."

Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly looked up, and saw Yan Gan coming out from upstairs, but the old man didn't come out. She couldn't help feeling a little worried, but she still calmed down.

Yan Gan went downstairs and picked up the coat beside him: "Let's go, we're going back."

Jian Qiaoxin looked around him, and nodded when he saw nothing unusual: "Okay."

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Zhang, he followed Yan Gan to his courtyard. The winter in the countryside was very cold. Fortunately, both of them were not wearing thin clothes. Occasionally, dogs would bark when they passed by a few families. Later, Yan Gan Just let Jian Qiaoxin go outside and walk in the direction where there are dogs.

Jian Qiaoxin stepped on the dirt road, full of worries.

Yan Gan looked at him in the light of the moon, and said softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Jian Qiaoxin looked at the road under her feet and said softly, "Did the old man make things difficult for you?"

"Yes." Yan Gan acted foolishly, with a smile in his tone: "I've given away other people's cabbages, so I have to accept criticism and education no matter what?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin couldn't talk more than him, but she felt relieved that he seemed to have nothing to do.

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter with you in the village, whoever bullied you, tell uncle."

Seeing that he looked like he was waiting for her to file a complaint, Jian Qiaoxin wanted to laugh for no reason. After thinking about it, she said, "I was thinking, maybe some people on the Internet are right. I am indeed from this village. Don't tell me Village head, the neighbors inside and outside did help my family back then, I am a selfish person, in fact, if I get together, I should repair the roads in the village no matter what."

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, you are an actor?"

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback: "Ah... yes."

Yan Gan sneered, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Those who don't know think that you are doing charity to save sentient beings. What's the matter, you owe them a way?"

"..."

Although there seemed to be something wrong, Jian Qiaoxin laughed a little: "No."

Yan Gan led him slowly towards the house, passing by Wanjia lights fell on the two of them, the man's voice was low and magnetic: "Cultivation is a matter of affection, not cultivating is a duty, sometimes you are soft-hearted , it is easy to be bullied."

Jian Qiaoxin teased, "Well, that's why I'm often bullied by you."

Yan Gan let out a "tsk", without any anger: "Uncle found that you have become more courageous recently, are you planning to rebel?"

"Don't dare." Jian Qiaoxin chuckled, "Long live Your Majesty."

The two of them chatted all the way to the door of the house before stopping. Jian Qiaoxin, who was originally not a short road, now thinks it is not long enough.

There is only one guest room in the courtyard of their house, which has already been occupied by Xiao Jingyi.

There is no extra quilt in the father and father's room. Jian Qiaoxin was in trouble for a while, he hesitated for a while, and tentatively said: "Otherwise, I should go back and sleep at grandpa's house for one night?"

Yan Gan glanced at him: "So what's the trouble, you sleep with me."

Jian Qiaoxin was shocked. In fact, he had never shared the same bed with Yan Gan. Except for that ridiculous night, even in Yan's house, he always slept in the guest room.

He was a little embarrassed: "Is this going to be bad?"

Seeing that he was a little awkward, Yan Gan said, "Then I'll sleep on the sofa, just get me a quilt."

"..."

No quilt.

Jian Qiaoxin looked at Yan Gan with a candid expression, and suddenly felt that his mind was really dirty, yes, it was nothing at first, it was because he thought too much.

Thinking of this, he said: "Let's sleep together, there are no extra quilts."

Yan Gan nodded without objecting.

Xiao Jingyi, who heard the sound in the guest room not far away, fell silent, and couldn't help saying that Mr. Yan was kind, he had already considered the issue of the quilt when he came, and he was going to go back tonight with the car, but Yan Gan stopped him.

The old fox is a fox, how did the little rabbit turn over his palm?

The little rabbit not far away didn't realize the fox's cunning at all. Jian Qiaoxin lay down on the bed obediently after washing. The same as the concubine who serves the bed.

The temperature in the quilt gradually rose, and Jian Qiaoxin found that Yan Gan's body was really warm. He himself is the kind of system that is afraid of the cold, but in winter, his hands and feet are still cold, and even if he turns on the air conditioner in the middle of the night, it is still cold.

But he dare not make a mistake

Although I really want to stick to Yan Gan to keep warm, just thinking about it makes me happy.

Jian Qiaoxin, who was as stiff as a zombie, was playing barrage in his mind in a mess, turned over in a daze, and touched Yan Gan with his foot.

He was startled, before he could take it back, he heard Yan Gan say, "Why are you so cold?"

Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly withdrew her legs: "I'm sorry."

Yan Gan stretched out his hand to grab his foot back, put it on his body and covered it: "Go to sleep."

Jian Qiaoxin was not used to it for a while, his legs gained some strength, and he kicked Yan Gan's legs all of a sudden, and then he heard a muffled groan.

He was surprised: "Did I kick you?"

Yan Gan's frowning brows loosened, and he whispered: "It's none of your business."

Jian Qiaoxin felt that something was wrong. After all, he didn't use much force just now, but Yan Gan's muffled groan was a little painful. He thought about it, and finally asked, "Did Grandpa hit you?"

Yan Gan put his arms around him: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"Grandpa beat you, right?" Jian Qiaoxin couldn't fall asleep, he struggled to get up: "Show me."

Yan Gan sighed helplessly in his heart, and he opened his eyes: "Baby, can you stop torturing uncle?"

Jian Qiaoxin blushed when she was called out, but she still couldn't help worrying. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like this. Anyway, Yan Gan was like this every time, and he refused to tell him anything.

"If you don't show it to me, then I will see it myself."

Jian Qiaoxin lay down again and was about to get under the bed to see for herself, but Mr. Yan, who had always been calm before his eyes, was a little flustered at this moment.

Forget it, Yan Gan was afraid of this ancestor, so he stopped Jian Qiaoxin: "All right, all right, I'll show you, I'll show you, calm down."

So Jian Qiaoxin finally got his wish and saw the wounds on Yan Gan's body. They were beaten with a stick, one after another, bruised and purple, which was shocking.

He took a deep breath, didn't hold it back, and started to cry again.

Yan Gan hurriedly stopped him from watching, and reached out to wipe his tears: "Why are you crying? It doesn't hurt."

"Grandpa hits you, why don't you know how to hide?" Jian Qiaoxin patted his hand off, and gave him a resentful look: "You are good when you bully me, and other people are stupid when they are beaten, and they don't know when they are beaten." Make a sound."

"..."

Yan Gan was noncommittal, and smiled lightly: "I bullied you, it would be better if Grandpa vented his anger on you, why are you crying?"

Jian Qiaoxin cried even harder.

"..."

Yan Gan took the paper from the bedside table and sat cross-legged on the bed to wipe his tears: "Okay, okay, it's uncle's fault, it's all my fault, don't cry."

Jian Qiaoxin wiped his face, looked at Yan Gan with his red eyes, and said hoarsely, "I'll find you some safflower oil."

Yan Gan said: "You are so delicate, the pain has long since ceased."

"You lied to me."

"..."

Yan Gan now regrets that he didn't hide for a while, otherwise he wouldn't have to suffer this kind of soul torture that was more aggrieved than being beaten. Jian Qiaoxin is really the nemesis.

He sighed: "Don't worry about it at night, it's cold outside, and I'll feel bad if you catch a cold again."

Jian Qiaoxin thought about it and thought that there was no safflower oil at home, so he had no choice but to give up, but when he thought of Yan Gan's serious injury, he felt very distressed.

When Yan Gan saw that this man seemed to be about to drop golden beans again, he simply lifted Jian Qiaoxin's chin and kissed his forehead, and when the face in front of him was smoking, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

peace of mind.

The next day

Jian Qiaoxin slept until the sun was up, and the quality of sleep was the best since she was pregnant.

He woke up satisfied, and found that the seat beside him had long been vacant, and his mood for a good sleep in the morning was instantly halved, and he slowly moved to Yan Gan's pillow and continued to doze off.

There was a sound from the door outside, as if someone was coming.

then

He heard Yan Gan's voice faintly, which tickled his heart.

Jian Qiaoxin was a little sleepy at first, but suddenly became energetic. She quickly got up and dressed, and after putting on the down jacket, she couldn't wait to run outside. She opened the door and walked through the living room to finally see the scene inside the yard.

Yan Gan, who was talking to Secretary Li, turned around: "Are you awake?"

"Um……"

Jian Qiaoxin looked at Secretary Li curiously.

Secretary Li smiled and said hello: "Mr. Jian, good morning!"

Jian Qiaoxin rubbed her eyes: "Good morning."

After chatting for a while, I found out what Yan Gan asked Secretary Li to do. There were a lot of materials, food and clothing on the truck outside the village, all of which were ready to be packed.

Yan Gan came over and handed him a tablet. There were many villagers' information sliding on it. He said, "Go to these people's homes in a while."

Jian Qiaoxin said: "Send something?"

"Yeah." Yan Gan said, "I've prepared everything for you."

It also includes the photographer. The so-called full set of the show should be done for the sake of ridiculing him on the Internet for his ungratefulness. Jian Qiaoxin felt warm in his heart and deeply felt Yan Gan's thoughtfulness.

Holding the tablet, he still expressed his worries: "I'm afraid that others will say that I am an afterthought and acting on purpose."

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth hooked into a smile: "Turn it back."

Jian Qiaoxin flipped through a few more pages, and was surprised to find that there was a record file behind it, which was full of donation details pages over the years. Yan Gan has always given gifts to the villagers, and no less than five times a year, each time The materials of several large trucks can be obtained from door to door.

He suddenly remembered the scene where he met Yan Gan under the big locust tree when he and Qiu Jian parted ways to go home that day. He was already doing this at that time?

Jian Qiaoxin murmured, "But these...you did it all."

Yan Gan took a long leg and sat down on the sofa: "I said whoever made it is whoever made it. He takes people's soft hands and eats others' short mouths. Is it possible that he still wants to do it? Take things from my uncle, but embarrass my wife and children. reason?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin wanted to say that I am not your wife, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them for some reason.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Thank you."

Yan Gan smiled and waved his hands: "Thank you, you don't have to. You will be lucky if you don't bother uncle."

Secretary Li behind him felt that he knew too much, and retreated silently, leaving Jian Qiaoxin, who was extremely embarrassed, eager to go up and give Yan Gan a kick.

After breakfast, Jian Qiaoxin followed a few bodyguards to deliver things.

He was stopped by Yan Gan before he left a few households: "It's almost done, someone else will deliver it to you, so don't join in the fun, aren't you tired from walking?"

Jian Qiaoxin was tired, he nodded obediently: "Okay."

On the way back, he and Yan Gan ran into Uncle Ma, the man who brought his wife to ask Jian Qiaoxin to pay the school fees for the child yesterday.

He saw Jian Qiaoxin's eyes flicker, especially when he saw Yan Gan who was obviously not easy to mess with, he was going to take a detour.

When they passed each other, Yan Gan said, "Stop."

Uncle Ma was taken aback, the cigarette in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

Yan Gan turned around with an elegant smile on his lips: "If I remember correctly, your son is 20 years old and currently lives in F City. The school he was admitted to is the University of Science and Technology with a score of 560. Are you going to study computer science?"

Such detailed information made Uncle Ma's heart tremble, and he said harshly, "What do you want to do!"

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "The child has a bright future, congratulations."

After saying this, Yan Gan took Jian Qiaoxin away, and Uncle Ma stared blankly behind him, but he didn't dare to catch up, and let the two gradually walk away.

Jian Qiaoxin was walking on the path, and said softly, "Mr. Yan, have you investigated them?"

"Ah."

Yan Gan said: "You don't have to worry about this matter, I will handle it."

Jian Qiaoxin vaguely felt that if Yan Gan's method was used to deal with it, he would definitely be more ruthless than himself. After thinking about it, he swallowed those soft-hearted words: "Okay."

One morning, Jian Qiaoxin learned about the reversal of the matter through Weibo.

First, there was a video showing Uncle Ma’s habit of gambling on a daily basis, and that’s how his children’s school money was lost. Then the rumors of Tsinghua University were self-defeating.

Later, Jian Qiaoxin’s donation forms and villagers’ interview videos over the past few years were exposed, which completely broke the ungrateful remarks. At the same time, there were official voices, which have been confirmed from many sources. Donations will be made for the construction, which will start in the spring.

During this great reversal of the situation, thoughtful people discovered the difference.

"It is said that Jian Qiaoxin grew up in this village, but what about his relatives?"

"Why are they all villagers?"

When someone raises a question, someone will naturally find a way to verify it. In less than a day, a truth that shocked the Internet was exposed. The person who was mercilessly blamed yesterday, both parents died, and he was a single parent at a young age, all the way with blood and tears.

Those who were clamoring online yesterday are silent now.

Weibo’s hot searches are endless, and it’s not an exaggeration to become popular in one day. Jian Qiao’s new Weibo gained 500 million fans in one day, and the number of qualified people is still climbing wildly. He also came out of the rivers and lakes again, sweeping the waves.

Of course, the parties were ignorant of this.

Jian Qiaoxin and Yan Gan were making dumplings in the kitchen. This was a local Chinese New Year custom. Jian Qiaoxin didn't mind making dumplings, but Yan Gan's dumplings looked like dogs.

He smiled: "Mr. Yan, your dumpling will break in the pot soon."

Yan Gan said, "Is it funny? I'll give you something to eat."

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin straightened her expression: "Actually, thinking about it this way, it's not very funny."

They are going back tonight, and after discussing it, they didn't go up to the mountain to worship when they came last time, but this time they came, they should take a look no matter what.

Yan Gan carried some melons and fruits: "Let's go, lest you keep thinking about it."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded. The last time he came alone, he met Yan Gan on the road, and the two of them walked together. At that time, he was still a little afraid of meeting Yan Gan. Now he is fine. This time, he followed Yan Gan directly. We went together, and the difference is actually only a few months, but the mood is still very different.

The road up the mountain was relatively smooth, with stops and stops, and a lot of rest along the way.

I was really tired at the end, so Yan Gan carried him away, and Jian Qiaoxin put his arms around his neck: "Am I heavy?"

"It's quite heavy."

Yan Gan was bitten as soon as he finished speaking.

"Hiss." Yan Gan glanced at Jian Qiaoxin: "The kid is really sharp."

Jian Qiaoxin glared at him and said angrily, "Then let me down."

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth hooked into a smile: "I'm kidding you."

"..."

The two walked and chatted along the way, and the time passed quickly when they reached the mountain. Jian Qiaoxin was also very embarrassed when he came down from Yan Gan's arms, especially when he watched Yan Gan rub his arms.

When he was talking about going back to give him a massage, he froze. Yan Gan followed his gaze and frowned.

I saw a person standing in the forest of tombstones. That person was wearing a long down jacket and a hat covering his face. Standing upright was really eye-catching, but no matter what, Jian Qiaoxin recognized the person directly— —Qiu Jian.

Jian Qiaoxin's heart tightened.

Qiu Jian turned around, looked at Jian Qiaoxin with those eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoxin, I knew I could wait for you here."