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

Half a month later-Qiu's family

Mother Qiu stood at the door and adjusted Qiu Jian's clothes: "Xiaojian, you can finally go back to work, but you have to take good care of your body."

Qiu Jian stretched his hand away from his neckline: "Mom, I know."

Qiu's mother stroked the ash that didn't exist on his shoulders for him: "There is also Xiaoxin, you should also go to him and talk about it for a long time, and you still quarrel with others, and you are still in a car accident for him. , How could his child not be grateful at all..."

"Mom, that's enough." Qiu Jian's face is not very good, "Xiaoxinsheng I am angry because I had some misunderstandings with me before, and this is also my fault. You have opinions on Xiaoxin, but in the future we will Married, you can’t get along with him, aren’t you embarrassing me?"

Qiu's mother was stern, she retracted her hand, and curled her lips in displeasedness: "You have to face him before you enter the door. You can wait until you come in. He can't climb on top of my head yet?"

Qiu Jian sighed: "He is filial and sensible..."

"Okay, okay, you go to work!" Qiu's mother didn't bother to listen to this.

Qiu Jian couldn't have to leave because he was in a car accident and had to be taken care of anytime and anywhere. His parents also stayed at home, and now he has to bear it.

Back at night, Qiu Jian dragged his tired body before he could change his shoes and was stunned by the sight in front of him.

There was a teenager sitting on the sofa. Wen Yuan sat there watching TV obediently. There were all kinds of fruits in front of him. He was beautiful and peaceful at the moment, naturally making his heart soft.

Wen Yuan saw him coming, and hurriedly stood up and gave him a bag: "Brother Jian, are you back?"

"Um."

Qiu Jian avoided his hand uncomfortably: "Why are you here?"

Wen Yuan's bright eyes dimmed slightly, his hands tightly gripped the corners of his clothes, and cautiously said: "Brother Jian, did I do something wrong? Why do you hate me?"

Qiu Jian took two steps back: "I didn't hate you, but didn't I make it clear to you before? We don't want to..."

There was the sound of spatula colliding from the kitchen, and someone poked his head out from the door: "Son, are you back?"

Seeing Qiu's mother appeared, Qiu Jian thought of something: "Mom, you asked him to come?"

"I miss Yuan Yuan and let him come to play at home?" Mother Qiu held a shovel and muttered, "Besides, didn't you have a good relationship with Yuan Yuan before?

Qiu Jian moved his lips and finally said nothing: "I went back to the room."

The vegetables in the pot behind Qiu's mother were rustling. She moved back and said, "What's the matter with your child? If there are guests at home, you can go back to the room if you don't entertain them?"

Wen Yuan from outside came over to serve her: "Auntie, it's okay. Brother Jian should be tired at the company."

Qiu's mother didn't care: "You, you are too clever and sensible."

Wen Yuan pursed his lips and smiled.

The TV in the living room is still on, but no one’s mind is on the TV. After the food is ready, a large table comes to eat.

Qiu Mu's cooking skills are still nothing to say.

Wen Yuanzuo casually looked around the house: "Auntie, why don't you see Brother Xiaoxin?"

Qiu's mother put a dish for him: "He moved out to live."

"Ah, I thought that Brother Jian needs someone to take care of him now. He will help with him at home?" Wen Yuan is obedient, and he speaks softly, especially with a beautiful face, no one can do too much. think.

Qiu Mu's face looked a little ugly, and the Yin and Yang said strangely: "I can't call him."

Qiu Jian frowned: "Mom, aren't you and dad taking care of me? Wherever I need Xiaoxin's help here, besides, he also has a job."

Qiu's mother wanted to say something, but Qiu's father, who was sitting on the side, knocked on the table: "You can't eat and sleep."

The dinner table suddenly became quiet

This embarrassed Wen Yuan, who had spoken first at the beginning. Although Qiu's father didn't name him by name, he seemed to be scolding him.

Qiu Jian returned to the room after the family had eaten.

"Boom boom"

There was a knock on the door outside, and he raised his head and glanced at the door: "Who."

"Brother Jian, it's me, do you want to eat fruit after dinner, my aunt asked me to bring it for you." Wen Yuan's voice was heard clearly from the outside.

Qiu Jian walked over and stretched out his hand to open the door: "Come in."

Wen Yuan, who was standing outside the door, was really holding a fruit plate, and he smiled slightly: "I'll bring you in. I've been standing outside for a long time, so my arms are sore."

Qiu Jian hesitated for a while and let go.

After the door was closed, there were two people left in the room. Wen Yuan put the fruit plate on the table, turned around and looked around, finally he was sure that he could only sleep one person here.

Wen Yuan leaned against the table: "Brother Jian, do you and... Brother Xiaoxin sleep in separate rooms?"

Qiu Jian nodded: "He is busy at work."

"No matter how busy you are at work, you can't help but take care of you. You work so hard outside. Alas, I don't mean he is not good. I just love you." Wen Yuan consciously organized the messy books on the table.

Qiu Jian stood at the door and didn't move. It was night now, and a warm yellow light was lit outside the window. The bright lights outside made people feel at home.

Qiu Jian thought about everything, and finally only said: "Yuanyuan, I have something to tell you now."

Wen Yuan clenched his hands unconsciously.

"I want to marry Xiaoxin."

After finally speaking this sentence, Qiu Jian seemed to put a big stone down in his heart: "I'm already sorry for you, and I can't be sorry for him."

Wen Yuan's eyes were red: "I don't agree!"

Qiu Jian took a step backwards: "Yuan Yuan, Mr. Yan is a good person, you follow him... you will definitely have no worries about food and clothing, and he is also good to you, you really don't have to waste time on a small person like me."

Wen Yuan couldn’t take care of those many. He walked quickly to Qiu Jian and pulled his sleeves: "But I really like you. Have you forgotten the days when we were together? At that time, you treated me a lot. Well, protect me everything. I was bullied. You fight for me. I was wronged. You comfort me. We go to school together every day. Brother Jian, don't you remember?"

"I don't want to be with Yan Gan. He seems to be sick. He used to send someone to follow me, saying that he was protecting me. In fact, he wanted to monitor me. He would send me a lot of messages every day as if I would run away. , And he has a very strong temper, and he wants to beat me several times."

"Speaking of not worrying about food and clothing, my grandfather also saved me millions when he passed away, and I am still a big star, I also have money, I don't care about the bad money!"

Qiu Jian was taken aback: "Yuanyuan..."

Wen Yuan cried. He looked pretty originally, but when he cried, Pear Blossom brought tears: "Brother Jian, I only have you. If you don't even want me, what should I do?"

Qiu Jian quickly walked over to the desk and wiped his tears with a piece of paper: "Don't cry, I didn't say I don't want you."

"But, but you just said you want to marry Jane Qiao..."

Seeing his sadness, Qiu Jian said: "Even if you get married, I will take care of you. I won't leave you with nothing to rely on. Don't worry, Hara, you always have yours in my heart. Don't you believe me?"

Wen Yuan threw himself in his arms: "Brother Jian, you are so kind to me."

Qiu Jian was a little stiff at first, but Wen Yuan's reliance greatly satisfied his male chauvinism, and besides... he really liked Wen Yuan.

Two days later

Jane Qiaoxin came out of the building where the show was recorded. It was just after eight o'clock and the night life had just begun.

He turned on the phone, and Qiu Jian softly said that he was going to invite him to dinner during the day. The location of the hotel was sent over, and he had to go.

Jian Qiaoxin stopped a taxi: "Master, go to Fenghua."

The taxi driver responded. Jane Qiao, who was in the back seat, was swiping his mobile phone when he was free. The caller ID on the mobile phone came.

Seeing that it was Qiu Jian's, Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Hello?"

Qiu Jian was a little noisy on the other side: "Xiaoxin, I'm sorry, originally we were going to have dinner today, but a client of the company suddenly asked for a change in the plan, and I have been following the project..."

Jane Qiaoxin's eyes dropped: "It's okay."

Qiu Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and made persistent efforts: "Then, shall we make an appointment tomorrow?"

"I have something tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow? Can I follow your time?"

Jane Qiaoxin pondered over and over again: "Yes, I'll talk about it when I have time."

Qiu Jian on the other end of the phone said more, then hung up the phone, and Jian Qiaoxin took a rest for a while leaning on the glass of the taxi.

The taxi driver tentatively asked, "Should I still go to Fenghua?"

Jane Qiaoxin thought for a while: "Don't go, go to Jinglixiang."

There is a small house there, which is a temporary foothold. Jian Qiaoxin also wants to go back to the mountain, but sometimes it is too late, so she simply rests at the foothold in the city.

As for the size of his footing, he doesn't care. He is already wandering and has no support, and it doesn't matter where he lives.

The driver responded: "Okay."

As the taxi drove slowly, Jane Qiaoxin had closed his eyes and took a nap, but suddenly received a few text messages in his hand, and the slight vibration abruptly woke him up.

He opened the screen and saw a text message on the screen that said: "Room 110, Triumph Palace."

This number is an unfamiliar number, and Jane Qiaoxin doesn't know who sent it.

His fingers quickly typed on the screen: "Who are you?"

The other party quickly replied: "Don't worry, you will know when you go, and you can see the true face of Qiu Jian."

Jane Qiao's new heart sank, he frowned, but the other party didn't reply to any further questions, as if it fell to the sea.

The scenery outside the car window was flying, and the coolness of the night made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Jane Qiaoxin clenched the phone tightly: "Master."

The driver master had a meal: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the Triumphal Palace."

The driver's master was speechless. This young man was really interesting. He changed his mind and went to three places in turn. He just didn't know if he would change places before arriving this time.

Jane Qiaoxin in the back seat didn't know the driver's thoughts, so he went in after paying the driver all the way to the Triumph Palace.

Triumph Palace is regarded as a more famous hotel in City A, second only to Fenghuan.

The floor of the spacious and bright hall was wiped clean. As soon as he entered, he was stopped by the waiter: "Hello, do you want to stay in the store or find someone?"

Jane Qiaoxin: "Find someone."

The waiter said: "Please provide the room number, and we will contact the person in the room to confirm."

Still sure?

Jane Qiaoxin hesitated a bit. Just as he was hesitating, the door of the hall was opened again. Subconsciously, he turned around to look and saw Yan Qian under the bright lights.

Yan Qian was wearing a dark suit with a solemn expression, as if he was full of hostility.

Jian Qiaoxin: "Yan...Mr. Yan?"