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

The members of the board of directors watched the development of the situation dumbfounded.

Yan Gan stood up directly: "The meeting is over."

The manager who was sitting next to him had something to say: "Mr. Yan, the matter we just discussed hasn't come to a conclusion yet..."

Yan Gan looked sideways, a smile appeared on his handsome face, but his eyes were cold: "Manager Wang has a solution?"

"No……"

"No?" Yan Gan raised his eyebrows, his smile gradually turned cold: "Since Manager Wang wants to have a meeting so much, then you stay here to discuss, and if you have a result, contact Secretary Li."

After finishing speaking, the man left, and the door was closed with a "squeak", leaving a group of confused people staring at each other.

Originally, everyone could have gone down the slope to dismiss the meeting. After all, the meeting has been going on for an entire afternoon. If you are not starved to death, you will be exhausted. Everyone has been ridiculed by Yan Gan for an entire afternoon. Everyone is exhausted. Ah, it's hard to see that Lord Hades is about to leave, and someone is looking for death to bump into him, and all of them don't know when the meeting will end!

Manager Li from the Propaganda Department stood up: "Since you want to deal with this matter so much, Manager Wang, we can't take credit for it, right? I suddenly remembered that I still have something urgent to do, so I left first."

As soon as he left, the others were also ready to move.

"I also remembered something."

"Um, the electrical appliances in my department are broken, I have to go back and check."

The scattered people found all kinds of excuses and all left. In the end, only Manager Wang and his confidantes were left sitting where they were.

Manager Wang's face turned pale and blue.

His subordinate said: "Brother Wang, let's go too..."

"Who are you going to go!" Manager Wang roared, and the water in the dropped cup overflowed a lot: "Didn't you hear Mr. Yan asked us to think of a plan here?!"

Subordinates: "..."

That's what you think, they also want to leave, okay?

But they didn't dare to say it, and they didn't dare to mention it!

The torrential rain caused traffic jams in the whole city. During the peak hours after get off work, the road to the airport was even more blocked due to the bombardment of Weibo and news.

Yan Gan was sitting in the car. Because of him, the low air pressure in the car made everyone afraid to take a big breath, for fear that something was wrong and he would die on the spot.

Secretary Li boldly said: "Sir, most of our personal bodyguards have been sent out. According to your instructions, all of them are in plain clothes."

Yan Gan nodded, Nongbai sitting in front of him trembled in fear.

Yan Gan took out a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and looked at Nong Bai in front of him: "Today he is going to shoot a magazine, how many people are with him?"

"That's right, Xiaoxin's assistant." Nongbai's desire to survive prompted him to fill in a few sentences of explanation: "This trip is unplanned, the advertiser's site expires suddenly, and the contract was negotiated before." , we can’t break the contract, they booked the air tickets, because the schedule is too rushed, so the bodyguards can’t follow…”

"Yeah." Yan Gan's face was so calm that no one could see the anger: "So, when he lost contact, what measures did you take?"

Nongbai hesitated and said, "Go to the airport and adjust the monitoring..."

Yan Gan's voice was as cold as ice: "Think about it with your brain, it's already at the exit, how could he still go inside the airport!"

"..."

Nongbai also had hardships that he couldn’t tell. The situation at that time caught him off guard. Various media made calls like crazy, and he himself was in a mess.

Thinking about it now, it is absolutely impossible for Jian Qiaoxin to go back to the airport, and it was so chaotic at the time, and it was impossible for the surveillance to find out where the person went. It was basically a waste of effort.

But now he really understands why people in Jianghu say that Yan Gan has a bad temper and is very violent. This is simply the same as the face in front of Jian Qiaoxin, who can stand it!

Nongbai said softly: "Mr. Yan, I know you are also worried about Xiaoxin, but we have to believe that Xiaoxin will be fine, he should be able to find a place to hide outside..."

"boom!"

The water bottle was thrown by Yan Gan and hit Nongbai directly on the shoulder. A whole bottle of water was thrown on a man's body.

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth curled into a smile, but he was full of anger: "You are his manager, don't you know that he is afraid of thunder? So many people are looking for him, if the media finds him first, you tell me it's okay ?”

"..."

Nongbai didn't care about the pain anymore, he was just dumbfounded: "Xiaoxin...is he afraid of thunder?"

Yan Gan is now too lazy to talk nonsense with him, the car is so jammed that he can't move, the time has passed by, and now it is dark, but the rainstorm has no intention of stopping.

Yan Gan opened the car door and walked out: "How far is it from the airport?"

Secretary Li quickly came down to hold an umbrella for him: "Sir, it may take 15 minutes to walk there."

"Yeah." Yan Gan took the umbrella and said, "I'll go first."

The boss was about to walk over, who dared to stay in the car, everyone got out of the car except the driver, and all walked around the airport on their legs to find someone.

If it started raining at the airport, then Jian Qiaoxin would not be able to go far. He was afraid that the thunderstorm would cause him a psychological shadow, so it was impossible for him to go far.

Yan Gan walked in the rain for nearly half an hour. The area around the airport was surrounded by water, the rain was blown by the wind, and the man's clothes were half wet.

Nongbai took a look at the unprecedented grand occasion at the airport. Due to the thunderstorm, all flights were delayed, and crowds of people gathered at the airport. Seeing the news, the media and fans from all walks of life besieged the place tightly.

Nongbai hesitated to propose: "Shall we search separately?"

Yan Gan said decisively, "Separate."

Several people now wish to stay away from Yan Gan, who is about to explode, to keep safe, and after getting the pardon, they all scattered.

Yan Gan looked around the geographical location of the airport, and saw a small park a few hundred meters away from here. This park is so small that it can almost be ignored.

He paused slightly, turned around and walked towards the park.

Too many people surrounded the shopping mall near the airport, and the roads turned around. The park closest to the airport was completely ignored because of the open air and the rainstorm.

Yan Gan walked on the path in the park, looking around at the surrounding mountains and rocks, there was no one even in the gazebo reserved for rest, and occasionally a few pedestrians looking for someone would pass by the path, and most of them left in a hurry.

The wind was howling and howling, and the entire park was almost gone, but they were not found.

Yan Gan turned his head and glanced at the park again, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, the vegetation swayed, and there were faint calls from time to time not far away.

The man frowned slightly, and walked back the way he had come. The difference was that this time he no longer took the main road, but the path behind the bushes.

The raindrops made a pattering sound on the umbrella, and his footsteps were steady, stepping on the puddles of stagnant water, making a crisp sound.

"Boom"

A thunderbolt pierced the sky, Yan Gan raised his head, and saw a corner of his clothes in a bush.

He walked over slowly, with the umbrella leaning forward to cover the one nested in the bushes from the wind and rain. The man's voice was low, but clear in the wind and rain: "Xiaoxin."

Jian Qiaoxin was squatting with his head covered, his whole body was shaking, his body was completely soaked, even so, there was still a strange smell, probably something had been splashed on it.

Yan Gan took off his coat. Although the coat was half wet, it was better than completely soaked clothes.

Jian Qiaoxin looked up at him, his face was pale, his eyelashes trembled slightly: "Mr. Yan?"

"Ah."

Yan Gan looked into his red eyes, and wiped his tears with his hand: "Why are you hiding here, many people are looking for you."

Jian Qiaoxin clutched his coat and said softly, "I'm afraid that if I go out, I'll be photographed by the media."

Yan Gan: "If I don't come, are you going to squat until dawn tomorrow?"

Jian Qiaoxin wanted to shake his head, but there was a muffled thunder in the sky, thunder god roared, he let out a soft cry, trembled all over, subconsciously got into Yan Gan's arms, hugged his neck, and hugged him tightly. with him.

Jian Qiaoxin broke down badly, sobbing: "But, if it is photographed, it will be over."

Yan Gan was taken aback, the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground because of this action, both of them were exposed to the rain at once, the man could feel the trembling of the young man in his arms, the suppressed helplessness, helplessness The panic was fully exposed, and the man patted Jian Qiaoxin on the back: "Don't be afraid, uncle will take you home."

Jian Qiaoxin's voice was hoarse from crying, he held Yan Gan's clothes, looked up at him: "There are, there are many people outside, they will take pictures..."

Yan Gan paused, his eyes were slightly cold, but his voice was still gentle: "Xiaoxin, are you afraid of getting involved with me?"

Jian Qiaoxin's fever was severe, he was dizzy, he only subconsciously clung to Yan Gan, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, I'm too embarrassed now, and... don't you want to be with Miss Zhao? Won't it ruin your reputation?"

Yan Gan laughed angrily: "Who told you that I'm going to be with Ms. Zhao?"

Jian Qiaoxin looked up at him, a little aggrieved.

It was raining heavily, and both of them were thoroughly soaked, like a pair of fateful mandarin ducks. Yan Gan took good care of Jian Qiaoxin, and didn't let him get too windy.

Jian Qiaoxin coughed twice, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke with fever: "Then what about you, your company?"

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "It makes sense, why don't I go back and be with Miss Zhao?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin's mood fluctuated, he put his arms around Yan Gan's neck and refused to let go.

Yan Gan didn't stop him, there were shouts looking for them from a distance, and the man's voice was deep and low: "Holding you so tightly, aren't you afraid of being seen by the media now?"

As expected, Jian Qiaoxin froze, tangled for a moment, and said to him in a very soft voice: "Then, if it is photographed, are you still with Ms. Zhao?"

With the sound of rain and the sound of wind, Yan Gan said, "You don't want me to be with her, do you?"

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a long time, then nodded slightly.

Yan Gan asked him to look at him, forcing him to look directly into his eyes: "Tell me why."

There can be many reasons for this, for Ranran's future, for Ranran to be the only son of the Yan family forever, or for the sake of avoiding accidents during the two-year contract period, no matter why, Yan Gan wants to hear what he wants to hear most that one.

Jian Qiaoxin's eyes were red, he was half-sat on the ground, and was dazed for a moment.

Yan Gan said in a deep voice, "Xiaoxin, talk."

Jian Qiaoxin was a little embarrassed, he dared to say such a thing because his brain was burnt out, but since they all nodded and took a step, he also had great courage in his heart: "I don't want you to be with Zhao Tao Together, even if the Yan family is really going to collapse, even if you have nothing, let's start over, everyone will make mistakes, even if you have no money, I am willing to be with you, although my savings over the years are not much, But it's enough to start a small business, don't ask for great wealth, just enough to eat and wear warm clothes, you...you just need to earn enough money to buy milk powder for Ranran."

Yan Gan stared at him blankly, with mixed emotions in his heart, and after a while, he let out a muffled laugh.

Jian Qiaoxin sneezed because of the wind, and he muttered, "Can I accompany you to make a comeback, you...don't be with her."

Yan Gan has encountered the most interesting thing in his life, even in the rain now, he feels happy: "Little friend, do you understand what I'm talking about? How many people are begging for wealth and wealth, but you are rushing to suffer with me ?”

The rain poured on his face, Jian Qiaoxin wiped his face, his voice was low and hoarse: "There will be nothing more bitter than you being with Miss Zhao."

The sky was filled with muffled thunder, and the rest of the world was filled with the sound of splintering rain. The wind was so strong that those who blew it felt cold all over.

"..."

Yan Gan looked at the drenched young man in front of him, his body was in a mess, his delicate face was stained with plaster, and his clothes were wrinkled. Logically speaking, this should be the most unattractive time since they met. But at this moment, for the first time, Yan Gan felt that, never again, Jian Qiaoxin looked better than now.

He reached out and stroked Jian Qiaoxin's forehead, and whispered: "Xiaoxin, you have a fever."

Jian Qiaoxin hoarsely said: "I know."

Yan Gan put his arms around him: "You have a fever, uncle will take you home to see a doctor."

"I'm not confused." Jian Qiaoxin raised her face and looked at him. In the heavy rain, her dark eyes were amazingly bright: "I'm very sober."

Yan Gan paused.

Jian Qiao felt uncomfortable from the new fever, but he still stubbornly wanted a promise. He pursed his lips, feeling a little sad: "Don't you want me?"

Yan Gan frowned slightly.

Jian Qiaoxin felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Even now, he wanted to regain his own experience, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and said, "It's okay, I won't stalk you, you...you can Choose the life you want with peace of mind, and don't worry that no one will take care of me in the future, maybe I will meet a suitable person in the future, and live a good life."

Yan Gan raised his voice: "You still want to find a wild man to live with?"

Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback.

He looked up at Yan Gan, and the person in front of him had a smirk on his lips. As a person who had been teased by him for a long time, Jian Qiaoxin knew very well that this person was probably just teasing himself.

this person...

No matter what time, he still wants to play tricks!

Jian Qiaoxin said harshly in anger: "Why can't I, it's not that no one wants me, and you don't want me either, I think I'll just find someone...uh"

The small mouth that was full of harsh words was kissed, and Yan Gan held the back of Jian Qiaoxin's head with one hand, and brought the person in his arms to him.

Heavy rain fell on the two of them, and the surrounding vegetation was swayed by the wind. Someone's footsteps were approaching, accompanied by the sound of conversation.

From the corner of Jian Qiaoxin's eyes, he saw the media with cameras approaching. He widened his eyes, pushed Yan Gan lightly, and gasped slightly: "Yes, there are reporters."

Yan Gan looked up and glanced not far away, and said noncommittally, "I don't want them to take pictures of you in a mess?"

Jian Qiaoxin nodded hurriedly.

Yan Gan stretched out his long arm and took the umbrella from one side. He pressed Jian Qiaoxin towards him and continued the kiss just now. The upper body of the two squatting people was completely covered by the umbrella, which was tightly covered.

Yan Gan's kiss was very domineering, and Jian Qiaoxin was kissed in a messy manner. There were many voices of taking pictures outside, and there were soft exclamations.

When he was let go by Yan Gan, he was almost out of breath.

His head became more and more dizzy, and he almost leaned on Yan Gan: "Mr. Yan..."

"Ah."

"IM so tired."

"Go to sleep."

"But...there are still reporters here"

Yan Gan covered his face, and covered him with his coat to avoid other people's eyes: "Uncle is here."

There is nothing more reassuring than such a promise. Before Jian Qiaoxin completely lost consciousness, there was still thunder in the sky from time to time in his ears, but miraculously, he was not afraid at all.

Probably when he was sitting helplessly on the side of the bloody road, or on the side of the road full of onlookers, no one was willing to come over and cover his eyes from looking, and no one was willing to stand on that thunderous rainy day , willing to cover him from the wind and rain.

He sat there alone for many years, and finally one day, someone came and took him away.

Crowds surged near the airport, and more and more people surrounded the park. A dense crowd of people held umbrellas, and Yan Gan walked out with the people in his arms.

The plainclothes bodyguards opened the way: "Let's make way, let's all make way."

Fans from all walks of life gathered together, and the microphones of some journalists who were not afraid of death almost squeezed people's faces. They were noisy and very noisy.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yan, what is your relationship with Xiaoxin?"

"Is Xiaoxin really injured? Why is he here?"

"Excuse me……"

Yan Gan stopped, raised his eyelids, and looked at the huddled reporters. The man was drenched in the rain, but he didn't look embarrassed. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "What do you think?"

The reporter was taken aback.

Yan Gan looked directly at the camera, his voice was low and steady: "Why do you think he and I are here?"

The rain washes over the whole world. Too many people are holding up their mobile phones or taking videos or taking photos. They may post them on various platforms, and then arrange their own words, their own understanding, and distort any facts.

Some fans still hooked their heads and took pictures, asking, "Why didn't you show your face?"

Yan Gan walked out, and stopped when he passed by the fan, looked directly at the camera of the mobile phone in the fan's hand, and asked, "What's in your pocket?"

The fans were taken aback.

As the wind whistled, Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Is it a knife?"

Everyone looked over, the fan in the overcoat took a step back guiltily, the phone in his hand was a little unsteady: "You, don't talk nonsense."

A reporter squeezed over from behind, busy watching the excitement.

Yan Gan's face was calm, he didn't roar, but said slowly: "All the surveillance at the airport has been adjusted, and all those suspected of intentional injury do not need to worry, my lawyer will send a lawyer's letter to everyone one by one. hands."

Some people turned pale, but when they thought that they were all wearing masks, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"People who don't think they will be found can wait and see." Yan Gan smiled, as if he was reading a death notice, which made people shudder: "No one present can escape."

The sky thunder rumbled, and the night wind blew on everyone's apex, chilling to the bone.

The airport is lively here, and the Internet is even more lively. Jian Qiao's new incident has become a news bombarding the entire Internet, and its nature is unbelievably bad.

Sheng Ge: "Wen Yuan's fans are too much."

Xia said: "You can't say that. It's not that we, Yuan Yuan, asked them to do this. These are some black fans, deliberately trying to trick Yuan Yuan into black. Don't believe it, okay?"

Bookworm: "Fans pay the bill as idols, and besides, you have opened your eyes. Are those people black fans?"

Leverage: "Oh? So Jian Qiaoxin can beat people, and fans can come out to wash? That was done by your master himself. The airport is an unknown black fan. Can this pot not be placed on Yuan Yuan's head?"

Yan Zhixue replied boldly: "Oh? So what you mean is that if we don't like Wen Yuan, we can hire someone to call him back, and then I will say that I am a black fan, and this matter will have nothing to do with Xiaoxin Is it? Can I understand that?"

Pretending to be online: "Although everyone is arguing, I still want to break the formation and ask, is Xiaoxin okay, I feel like he is sick =="

The unprecedented excitement in Weibo, this kind of big melon, which is rare in a century, excited the people who eat melons from all walks of life. The programmers who had finally taken a holiday were forced to open in order to prevent the software from crashing.

Hospital

In the middle of the night outside the hospital, all kinds of media were at the forefront. Even the storm could not stop their enthusiasm, and their persistence could not be diminished.

The warm yellow light was on in the ward, and the person lying on the bed was still drowsy on an IV drip.

Yan Gan sat lazily on the sofa in the cubicle. Opposite him was Nongbai who was struggling in front of the computer. Nongbai finished typing the last word and called it a day: "Mr. Yan, you are really amazing."

Yan Gan looked at the document in his hand without raising his head: "Do you know what to do?"

"I know." Nongbai was very excited now, he rubbed his hands together: "With these materials, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to rectify Xiaoxin's name."

No one could have imagined that Yan Gan actually had the first-hand video recording of Wen Yuan going to invite the fox fairy, and even the audio recording of Wen Yuan's private contact colliding with Jian Qiaoxin. How did Yan Gan get such a top-secret thing? of?Nongbai was startled when he thought about it.

Yan Gan held the pen in his well-articulated hand, and the pen on the paper carried a little hostility: "How to use public relations, let me teach you?"

Nongbai hurriedly said: "I understand, I will not let you down!"

there is a knock on the door

Yan Gan turned a page of the document: "Come in."

Aunt Zhang came in with a food box, followed by bodyguards, and after she came in, she glanced not far away before looking at Yan Gan: "Ah Gan, is Xiaoxin okay?"

"It's okay." Yan Gan put down his pen, raised his eyelids and looked at Nong Bai

Nongbai put away the computer and got up very tactfully: "I'll go back to the company first, contact your people in the team, and I'll figure things out all night tonight."

Yan Gan said "hmm": "Go."

Nongbai hurriedly left, he really couldn't bear the air pressure in the room, and he was afraid that Mr. Yan would throw water at him again if he got upset.

After there were no outsiders in the room, Yan Gan put down his pen, poured a glass of water for Aunt Zhang himself, and said, "Is there any movement from Xing Rou?"

Aunt Zhang took the teacup. Her hair was a little gray, but she was in good spirits: "Fang Yan has been in frequent contact with my son for the past two days. He has made too many false accounts in the company, and he has to fill in No more, he wants to swallow the money from the Zhao family that cheated you this time, but Miss Zhao seems to have the intention of going back on her word, he can't sit still, and wants to transfer it through my son's hands."

Yan Gan sat down on a chair beside him, held a teacup in one hand, and blew softly: "The net can be collected."

Aunt Zhang cheered up: "Then, Mrs. Xing's side... Old Yan's side is hard to explain. If she makes a fuss."

Yan Gan tapped his fingertips on the sofa.

It is easy to bring down Yan Fang this time, but Xing Rou is indeed a curse that is not easy to get rid of. In the past two years, she can be regarded as somewhat capable.

There was a little noise in the partition of the ward. Jian Qiaoxin on the bed stood at the door. He coughed softly and walked in slowly from the partition: "I, I may have accidentally taken some photos a few days ago..."