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

Jian Qiaoxin stood in place, caught in the battle between heaven and man.

Yu Qing, he wanted to give it to Yan Gan, and he was willing to share it with Yan Gan, but Yu Li, what reason would he use to talk to Yan Gan, since they are not real husband and wife, and wearing a ring is really inappropriate, Besides, he is a star, and he wore the ring before it was made public, so he might cause public opinion again.

The old man didn't force him: "The ring is in your hands, it's your freedom to stay or leave."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded slightly.

The old man who was sitting on the rocking chair not far away seemed to be taking a nap. He didn't bother him, and opened the door from the room. On the railing outside the door, Yan Gan was standing half leaning, his slender legs crossed casually, Facing him: "Come out?"

"Ah."

Yan Gan looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Jian Qiaoxin looked into his eyes, and for the first time felt that he seemed to be seen through. He was holding a box in his hand, and his fingers turned white unconsciously due to the force.

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth hooked into a smile: "Is there something wrong?"

"Grandpa gave me a box." Jian Qiaoxin pursed her lips, and finally said it out.

Yan Gan waited patiently for him to finish speaking.

Jian Qiaoxin took a step forward and said softly: "There is Ranran's longevity lock in this box, and you can put it on for Ranran when you eat later."

The smile in Yan Gan's eyes gradually faded, and finally only his usual false smile remained. He said meaningfully: "Is that so, thank you grandpa."

"Well, I think so too." Jian Qiaoxin said indiscriminately: "I see that the old man has a cough. When I go back, I'll buy some pears to cook and drink. His rocking chair is also old. Buy a massage chair. good."

Yan Gan nodded: "It's up to you to decide these things, just use my card."

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, and subconsciously refused: "No, I have money."

"I don't want to start a meaningless dispute over this matter." Yan Gan led him downstairs, his voice was lazy and uncompromising: "Of course he is also my son, isn't he?"

"..."

Ok.

Jian Qiaoxin didn't try to engage in meaningless struggles anymore. He seriously doubted that if he pressed a few more words, Yan Gan might say, "I'm not discussing with you."

Forget it, maybe this little money is really not worth mentioning to Yan Gan.

The two went downstairs, and they were playing with small balls in the shaker downstairs, Gua Wazi was by his side.

Jian Qiaoxin ran to the side of the shaker to look at Ranran. He took advantage of the situation and squeezed Ranran's hand, and said softly, "Ranran, you are full moon, and you will have to wear a lock soon."

The child didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from playing with Jian Qiaoxin. His little hands were trembling and he was about to grab the buttons on Jian Qiao's new clothes.

Jian Qiaoxin smiled, and said to Gua Wazi: "Take him to play for a while, and I'll go and see the food in Guowu."

Gua Wazi nodded.

Jian Qiaoxin looked to the back, Yan Gan answered the phone, it should be more important, the man was standing by the window, against the light, talking in a low voice.

He stood by and waited for a while, but in the end he didn't bother, and went directly to the pot house to help.

When Mrs. Zhang saw him coming, she smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Jian Qiaoxin felt a little embarrassed when she saw her. After all, if anyone sleeps in bed until the sun is high, they will be a little shameless, right?

Mrs. Zhang turned over the dishes in the pot: "I have heard what happened yesterday from the man. You are indeed frightened. You should sleep for a while to rest your mind. I just made chicken soup. You can drink more later. The old hen raised is very good for the body."

Jian Qiaoxin came over and added more firewood consciously: "Sister-in-law, your craftsmanship is good, of course I have to drink more, it's nothing to be surprised, the main thing is to cause trouble to the family."

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Zhang added some salt to the dish: "My family has been taken care of by you and Mr. Yan. It's not because of you that my son goes to school. It's also because of you that my son works. As I introduced, Wazi’s grandfather got esophageal cancer last year. If Mr. Yan hadn’t called the hospital and invited a team of foreign experts to come over, he might not have survived the end of the year. We don’t have much ability to repay the kindness. As long as it is useful, it is a matter of one sentence."

Jian Qiaoxin's face was heated by the fire from the stove, and he smiled slightly: "We are all a family, what kind of kindness are we talking about?"

Mrs. Zhang also nodded with emotion. She still remembers that when she saw Jian Qiaoxin for the first time, it was impossible not to be nervous. Like bamboo, it is planted neatly and gracefully, without vines or branches.

She is also afraid that celebrities will put on airs, and looks down on people from the countryside like them.

But after a long time, she found that Jian Qiaoxin was a very slow-tempered and gentle child. After knowing his life experience, the last worry in Zhang's heart was gone, and she also regarded Jian Qiaoxin as a real family in her heart. watch.

When the last dish came out of the pot, Mrs. Zhang said, "The rice in the pot is ready, and we should be able to eat."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I'll call Grandpa down."

He came out of the pot house, went upstairs and called his grandfather to come down to eat. The food on the table was very rich. When Yan Gan took his seat, he found that all the dishes on his side were mainly bland.

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jian Qiaoxin.

Jian Qiaoxin explained: "I know you have a bad stomach and can't eat spicy food."

Yan Gan played with the chopsticks in his hand: "It's hard for you to remember, put some whatever you want to eat next time, don't worry about me."

"Ah."

Jian Qiaoxin glanced sideways at Yan Gan, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that Yan Gan was not in a good mood at the moment, but if Yan Gan didn't want him to see it, he couldn't see it at all .

After placing the child on the side, Mrs. Zhang said, "Of course he fell asleep."

This was originally a child's full moon wine, but today's protagonist, Ran Ran, started to sleep soundly.

The crowd could not laugh or cry.

Yan Gan glanced sideways, and said in a lazy voice, "It's better to fall asleep, and I will howl after waking up."

Jian Qiaoxin has a lot of concerns. Thinking about it from another angle, if crying during the full moon wine seems to be more disappointing than sleeping?Thinking of this, everyone has no opinion.

The old man likes to drink, and it is rare that when there is some happy event at home, he always drinks two glasses. Yan Gan didn't let Jian Qiaoxin drink: "You still have an arm injury, what wine do you drink?"

The old man also said: "Don't drink if you can't drink."

Jian Qiaoxin is not good at drinking, so she naturally didn't force it after hearing the words.

Children's interest in food is always intermittent, and they will soon lose interest. Guawazi is playing with Xiaogua, and Xiaogua sits next to Yan Gan. He grabs a grain of rice that falls from the bowl next to him.

A bowl of soup happened to be swept by the child's elbow, and it fell straight down.

Jian Qiao's hand trembled, and she exclaimed, "Be careful!"

When the bowl of soup fell, it was spilled on the child. At the very moment, Yan Gan stretched out his hand to catch the soup impartially. The hot soup was poured on his hand. If it is according to the inertia of human beings, it must be subconscious directly thrown away.

But Jian Qiaoxin rushed over to prevent the soup bowl from falling to the ground. If Yan Gan overturned the soup bowl, it would definitely burn Jian Qiaoxin.

He snorted, and supported Jian Qiaoxin with his other intact hands: "Sit down, don't get burned."

Jian Qiaoxin was at a loss for what to do, but she subconsciously listened to Yan Gan's words.

Yan Gan put the soup bowl back on the table with his scalded hands, and then waved his hands full of soup: "Go ahead and eat, I'll wash it."

As soon as he stood up, Jian Qiaoxin couldn't sit still: "I'll go with you."

Yan Gan felt a little helpless: "It's not too hot, and uncle is not going to amputate, so you can stay here for dinner."

While the two were talking, Ranran in the crib was awakened by the noise. The child closed his eyes and began to cry loudly, which made people's hearts tighten.

Yan Gan said, "Go and see Ranran, I'll come back as soon as I go."

Normally, Jian Qiaoxin would definitely put children first, but this time it was different, Jian Qiaoxin gritted her teeth, turned to Zhang and said, "Sister-in-law, please help me take a look, I will take Agan to handwashing."

Mrs. Zhang nodded quickly: "You go, I'm here with the child."

Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly pulled Yan Gan away, Yan Gan went to wash his hands, he went to the refrigerator to get ice cubes to apply to him, when he turned around, Yan Gan leaned against the door: "give me the ice cubes, uncle can apply it himself .”

Jian Qiaoxin asked him to sit down on a chair beside him, and stretched out his hand: "Show me your hand."

Yan Gan: "What's so interesting about this?"

"Will you give it?"

Yan Gan took some time off and asked with great interest, "If uncle doesn't give it to you, what can you do?"

Jian Qiaoxin looked at him quietly, her eyes met each other, the eye sockets of those warm almond eyes gradually turned red, and the young and delicate face was full of grievances and a little pitiful.

Yan Gan was afraid of him, so he stretched out his hand decisively: "Give it."

Jian Qiaoxin smiled through tears, and took Yan Gan's words, seeing the tiny blisters on it, and the whole red patch, he gasped, feeling so distressed that it couldn't be more painful.

The ice cube was carefully put into Yan Gan's hand, and Jian Qiaoxin held his hand, complaining a bit: "Why didn't you throw it away, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious."

Yan Gan was most afraid of Jian Qiaoxin's nagging, so he said lazily, "Then there are only two people sitting here applying ice."

Jian Qiaoxin knew that he was talking about himself, so he curled his lips and said softly: "If two people share it, it will be a minor injury. It's better than now."

Yan Gan held the ice in his hand, and chuckled when he heard the words: "Xiaoxin, uncle told you that most men only choose to share weal and woe with someone they don't like so much when they are incapable. , he will choose what he likes to be with, and he is afraid that the person he loves will suffer."

Jian Qiaoxin looked at him blankly.

The ice in Yan Gan's hands was cool, and he faced him calmly with his handsome and elegant face.

Jian Qiaoxin said softly, "Then you now..."

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm incompetent?"

"..."

We dare not say.

After applying the ice, she felt much better. Jian Qiaoxin used a needle to pierce the blister: "Don't go to the field in the afternoon, lest the wound get infected."

Yan Gan said "hmm": "Go back and eat."

Jian Qiaoxin stood up, and the man told him: "If you ask me later, don't answer, just ask uncle."

Jian Qiaoxin was a little puzzled: "Why?"

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows, and slowly put the ice cubes aside: "It's not a big deal for kids to be naughty, but do you think adults think the same way?"

That's right, Mrs. Zhang and the others regard Yan Gan as a noble person. If their own children scald Yan Gan, let alone blame, they will definitely feel uneasy, and it will be embarrassing at that time.

Jian Qiaoxin sighed for Yan Gan's exquisite thoughts, he always thought more thoughtful than himself.

Back at the dining table, sure enough, the Zhangs asked worriedly: "Xiaoxin, is Mr. Yan okay?"

Jian Qiaoxin glanced at Yan Gan

Yan Gan opened the chair and sat down, talking and laughing contentedly: "It's nothing, the soup is not very hot, just apply ice and it will be fine."

The two felt relieved when they saw that Yan Gan was really fine.

Ranran stopped crying. The old man came over to put a long-life lock on the child. He stared deeply at Ranran with some sighs: "Unexpectedly, with my old bones, I can still see the great-grandson of the commander and old Jane."

Jian Qiaoxin thought of his grandpa. He held Ranran's little hand and said softly, "If grandpa is alive in heaven, he will be very happy."

The old man said: "When I go there too, I will have an explanation."

Jian Qiaoxin frowned disapprovingly: "What did you say?!"

The old man laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, it's a great day, don't say anything depressing."

The old pagoda trees around the courtyard were rustled by the wind, and the scattered sunlight sprinkled on the ground, making the shadows of the trees mottled. Ran Ran, who was in the old man's arms, looked at people and smiled, and also babbled and laughed.

The life of the farm family passes slowly, but they don't know the passage of time.

I'm going back tomorrow. This is the last night on the mountain. Jian Qiaoxin was woken up by mosquitoes when he was sleeping at night. He opened his eyes and saw the mosquitoes flying inside the mosquito net clearly with the small light left in the room.

Ran Ran was sleeping next to him, the little guy was sound asleep, and sat up gently from the bed, Jian Qiaoxin stared at the black mosquito in a daze.

A man's voice came from behind: "How beautiful are mosquitoes?"

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, he leaned on the mattress, lost in thought: "I remembered that when I was a child, I slept with my father, and at night there was a mosquito net in the mosquito net, and my father would come to beat me in order to let me sleep peacefully. "

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows noncommittally

"It's been so many years now, whether I like it or not, I've reached the age where I should be an adult, and I want to get a good night's sleep and get up and fight mosquitoes." Jian Qiaoxin chuckled: "I think it's quite Emotional."

Yan Gan wiped out the mosquitoes with precision, and the man took out a wet tissue from the side, and wiped his hands slowly: "What are you feeling? Now for you two to sleep well, isn't it also uncle?"

Jian Qiaoxin turned to look at him.

Yan Qian's upright expression made him feel that there was a meaning in it: I am not your father.

He lay back to sleep obediently: "good night."

The night passed peacefully, although the cub was still working on howling, but with yesterday's experience, it wasn't too difficult to deal with it.

Yan's

Spring □□ is full of air, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Today is the day when Yan's old house holds a full moon wine for Ranran.

Jian Qiaoxin wore a tuxedo-style suit. The jacket of this suit was a coat style, so that it would not make people look too thin, and it could show a person's straight figure.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and buttoned his cuffs: "Mr. Yan, there will be no media among the people invited today, right?"

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"It's nothing, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with if it is photographed." Jian Qiaoxin put on his coat: "It's better to say hello to the economic company in advance for this kind of thing."

Yan Gan was wearing a suit and tie, and his knuckle fingers used some strength between the tie: "Today, a few people from the circle will come to introduce you to each other."

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback: "An insider?"

"Well, you forgot that uncle said he was going to praise you?" Yan Gan put on his tie and turned around: "Du Hui, do you know him?"

The entertainment circle is divided into the Beijing circle and the Northwest circle.

The Beijing circle belongs to the circle of TV dramas

Northwest circle is the world of powerful filmmakers

Of course, these two circles are not the only ones in the entertainment industry, but these two circles are more powerful, including the Northeast Circle, which is different from the other two circles. Artists must worship the mountain.

Yan Dao Yan Hengyang belongs to the Northwest Circle. In the early years, Yan Dao became famous because of his film awards, and also attracted countless actors who are going to the movie cafe route.

The Beijing circle is a circle of TV dramas, but its strength and influence are also very wide. Nowadays, the Beijing circle is a one-belt-one model. If there is no one to lead it, it is basically impossible to integrate.

And being able to integrate into the Beijing circle means that you can get top-level resources, like the big hits and purples, there are many relatively famous artists in the Beijing circle, the actor Fu Lougui, Jian Jian, and even Jian Xingchen, these are all from the Beijing circle, and The Beijing circle is extremely xenophobic, and if you can enter the circle, your status in the circle will be different.

Du Hui, one of the leaders of the Beijing circle, he and Hui Cheng'an are both very famous directors, comparable to Yan Hengyang, it is not easy to get on this line.

Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I know, but I don't know him."

With a smile on the corner of Yan Gan's mouth, he led him out: "After today, we will know each other."

No matter when it starts, as long as it is a gathering of capitalists, no matter what the reason for the gathering is, as long as it is gathered together, it must be for the exchange of resources and interests.

When Jian Qiaoxin and Yan Gan went downstairs, they happened to see Yan Hengyang and Du Hui standing at the stairs.

Yan Gan went down the stairs in a few steps, took the wine handed by the attendant, with a smile on his handsome face: "It's really an honor for you two to come here while you're busy."

Du Hui is a middle-aged man, not fat, but a little thin, very shrewd, he said: "I can't say I'm busy, but you are the busiest. I haven't seen you for a few months, and you seem to have lost some weight."

He spoke but didn't look at Jian Qiaoxin, obviously he didn't care very much.

Yan Gan clinked a glass with him: "Second uncle, you have to understand, after having a child and a family, don't you have to work harder?"

Du Hui smiled, and finally shifted his gaze to Jian Qiaoxin: "This is?"

"Jian Qiaoxin, my wife." Yan Gan said it as a matter of course: "He is a good seedling, please take him with you."

Du Hui was noncommittal: "There are many good seedlings in the entertainment circle, but you should have something special to be picked by Ah Gan."

Jian Qiaoxin took a glass of wine. He took the initiative to lower the cup and respectfully said, "Hello, Director Du. I dare not take it for what you are. It is an honor to meet you today. I will drink this glass as a respect."

He raised the glass and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, very quickly.

Even Du Hui was startled by this magnanimity. He hated the kind of pussy traffickers in the circle, so he didn't like Jian Qiaoxin at first sight, but he didn't expect that the boyishness was quite tough.

Yan Hengyang snorted: "You can take it easy, you have to start the machine tomorrow, I don't accept drunks asking for leave."

Du Hui was taken aback: "Where is this kid acting?"

The Beijing circle and the Northwest circle are not at odds. On the contrary, the two circles actually sometimes communicate together, so the relationship between the two is not particularly bad.

Yan Hengyang rolled his eyes at him: "Laozi has been on the machine for more than a year, and he, the male protagonist, has been releasing pigeons for several months in order to conceive a child."

Although it was a complaint, Du Hui got a few pieces of information from it. Jian Qiaoxin actually passed the test of Yan Hengyang, who had a very bad temper. Moreover, she insisted on filming when she was pregnant. .

At this time, Du Hui looked at Jian Qiaoxin with much more kind eyes: "It's human nature to be pregnant."

Yan Gan chimed in: "Second Uncle is so understanding and reasonable, I think the future cooperation will be very pleasant."

While speaking, the man gave Jian Qiaoxin a suggestive look.

Jian Qiaoxin quickly stretched out her hand: "I will ask Director Du to teach me more in the future."

"I don't dare to be a teacher." Du Hui gently shook hands with him: "It's a good thing for young people to be able to calm down, and a good work requires a lot of hard work. You can film in Hengyang's hands, and you seem to have a good heart."

Yan Hengyang was upset: "Are you scolding me?"

Du Hui happily patted him on the shoulder: "I praise you."

"..."

What we are talking about here is a very happy conversation. Jian Qiaoxin has been meeting people all the way with Yan Gan. He used to be helpless and not famous. For friendship, you have to look at people's winks, and most people won't even give him a look, so even if they come, they will be humiliating themselves.

But now that Yan Gan was by his side, almost all the high-class people who used to look at people coldly seemed to be different people. They greeted each other with smiles, they were kind and soft-spoken.

A group of couples made a toast after talking: "Come on, congratulations on your precious son."

Jian Qiaoxin was about to drink, but Yan Gan took away the wine glass in his hand. The man smiled and said, "My wife is too strong to drink, so I drank it for him."

The couple smiled: "Mr. Yan is refreshing."

Yan Gan drank two glasses of wine and chatted for a while before leaving. He said to Jian Qiaoxin who was on the side: "Tomorrow you have to turn on the phone, and if you drink any more, you will get a hangover. Go to the back and have some hangover soup. I will let people It's ready for you."

Jian Qiaoxin grabbed the corner of his clothes: "What about you?"

"Me?" Yan Gan gently tugged on the tie of his suit: "Uncle is used to it, so don't worry."

got used to

Who can make entertainment and drinking into a habit? Jian Qiaoxin has never understood how Yan Gan's stomach problem came about. He is a person who eats rich and fine food, so how could his stomach be damaged?

Now he understands that it's not bad for eating, it's bad for drinking.

With all kinds of emotions in his heart, Jian Qiaoxin refused to let go: "Come and have a drink with me."

Yan Gan looked at him sideways, and there was some sigh in his words: "You kid, why are you so stupid, uncle asked you to go to the back to let you have a rest, understand?"

Jian Qiaoxin still held him tightly: "Then you should take a break too."

"How can there be no master here." Yan Gan pinched his face: "Okay, I know, I must drink less."

Jian Qiaoxin was still worried. He looked at the bubbly white fruit wine, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Wait a minute."

He dragged an attendant and ran away, and when he came back, the attendant also had a few glasses of white sparkling wine in his tray, and he respectfully said to Yan Gan: "Sir, madam said this is your exclusive wine next time." .”

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, picked up a cup and took a sip.

Tsk, Sprite.