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

"No...No." Jane Qiaoxin was actually frightened, he stumbled directly outside the door, and almost hit the door frame as he walked.

At the close of his hair, Yan Gan grabbed the back collar of the person: "How old are you, you can't even walk the road?"

Jane Qiaoxin shivered, his hands clenched tightly together, and his face turned pale: "I am, my legs are soft."

Yan Gan sneered, probably laughing at him for nothing.

Just like when they came, the two took the same elevator downstairs, but their moods were completely different.

Yan Gan obviously didn't have much mood. Once he left the hotel, he took the car and left. Jane Qiaoxin stumbled into the flower bed and started to throw up.

The **** pictures played back in my mind over and over again, and it was extremely disgusting.

The kind people on the roadside thought about taking a look: "Young man, are you okay?"

Jane Joe's new legs are soft: "It's okay."

After sitting in place for a long time, the picture still persists. It can be said that if he doesn't do something, he won't want to sleep tonight.

He stopped a taxi casually, and after getting in, Jane Qiaoxin was distracted.

The driver tentatively asked: "Are you broken in love?"

Jane Qiaoxin said nothing.

The driver boldly guessed: "Where are you going, bar?"

Jane Qiaoxin, who was immersed in random thoughts, didn't have much thinking ability. He only hesitated for a while when he heard the word bar and agreed.

The driver asked: "Which bar to go?"

Jane Qiaoxin hadn't been to many bars, so she had to say, "Whatever."

The driver in front was in a dilemma, but he saw that Jane Qiao's new temperament was not bad, and he came from the Triumph Palace, and his spending power should be good.

Then go to the best bar in the city, just far away, you can make more money.

The taxi driver stopped at the entrance of the bar, and Jane Qiao paid the money and went in. He recovered a little now, and awakened a little bit by the cool evening breeze.

The waiter outside the bar said: "Hello, how many people?"

Jane Qiaoxin hesitated: "One."

"Okay." The waiter bent over and said respectfully: "Please inside."

Jane Qiaoxin walked inside, found a remote bar to sit down, and ordered a glass of wine to drink slowly.

After the fear dissipated, a little bit of sadness remained.

It has been five years, he and Qiu Jian have been five years, and I have thought about the ending of him and Qiu Jian, but I have never thought about the ending like this.

After two glasses of wine, Jane Qiaoxin's own drinking capacity was not strong, and now she was a little confused.

The people around who came to talk with him were all beaten away by him. He walked over to the bathroom and washed his face. Jane Qiaoxin helped the wall and walked outside.

"boom!"

Hit someone again.

It was a Mediterranean uncle who ran into, and the man looked angry: "You **** don't have eyes..."

Halfway through the curse, he was swallowed into his stomach. The drunk Jane Joe had red eyes, white skin was red, and his facial features were originally beautiful, but at the moment he was a little bit inexplicably gorgeous.

The uncle Mediterranean was full of emotions: "Little brother, are you alone?"

Jane Joe's news approached an unpleasant smell, and he waved it away unhappily: "Go away!"

The other side of the bar

All kinds of people gather in the feasting bar, especially the brothers and sisters of the family, who are happy and happy.

Chang Tong put his arms around a beautiful beauty, and he raised his wine glass: "Everyone is happy today, Agan just said that he will pay for the consumption of the whole audience tonight."

All the people cheered, whistles and frolics accompanied the roar of the bar music to ignite the atmosphere.

Yan Gan sat on the main seat of the sofa, his slender legs folded, and the precious wine was drunk glass after glass without money, no one dared to persuade him.

A man and a woman were sitting beside him. The woman was gorgeous in appearance and fiery figure. At this moment, she was holding Yan Qian's arm to accompany him to drink.

The boy on the other side was handsome, like a college student who had just graduated. He stood next to Yan Qian and waited for an opportunity.

Chang Tong walked over staggeringly, propped on the sofa with one hand and borrowed his strength: "Agan, let me tell you, brother, these two people I found for you, you can play casually tonight. Love is the worst in the world. Reliable gadgets, life is short, just have fun in time!"

Yan Gan smirked at the corner of his mouth. He rubbed his eyebrows. Even though he was drinking very well, he was still drunk at the moment.

The little boy sitting by the side shook his fist, shuddered and put a pill in the wine glass while Yan Gan was talking to others, and softly comforted: "Brother, are you tired?"

Yan Gan raised his eyelids when he heard the jerky voice. The boy in front of him looked very tender, and he also had a pair of apricot eyes. Although he tried his best to restrain him, he couldn't control the ambition under him.

Picking up his chin with one hand, looking at the good-looking face in front of him, at this moment, Yan Qian thought of another face in his mind.

Pushing the person away directly, Yan Qian frowned: "Go away."

The boy stood aside, Yan Gan took another glass of wine on the wine table before standing up, and he went to the bathroom.

The bar is divided into three floors. The third floor is the room, and the second floor is the VIP box. On the stairs downstairs, there is a person who helps him to go upstairs.

Yan Gan took a few steps and paused: "Stop."

The Mediterranean man paused, he put his arms around Jane Qiaoxin's waist and turned his head: "What are you doing?"

Yan Gan squinted his eyes, walked back slowly, and dragged Jane over with one hand: "Jan Qiao..."

There was nothing to say, the muddy man fell into his arms, and Jane Joe’s news received a familiar taste. He rubbed it intimately, and took the initiative to open his arms and embrace Yan Qian’s waist, relying on it. very.

Yan Gan lowered his head and saw Jian Qiao's new white cheeks flushed, and a pair of apricot eyes were covered with water mist. He obviously lost consciousness. He said in a deep voice, "Are you drunk?"

Jane Qiaoxin is as clingy as a kitten now, groaning.

On the side of the Mediterranean Sea impatiently stretched out his hand to grab someone: "Who the **** are you, cut Hu, do you understand?"

Yan Gan raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, his whole body exuding an unpleasant aura: "Say it again."

Mediterranean: "..."

Ok, excuse me.

After he left, Yan Gan himself felt that something was wrong. His whole body was feverish, and his desire was violently rising. He desperately wanted to find a vent, his consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy, but the person on his body was still restless. , Rubbing around, igniting everywhere.

"NS"

Someone murmured a curse, the room on the third floor was kicked open, the bed shook, the temperature rose rapidly, and the night was beautiful.

the next day

Early in the morning, the sunlight outside the window spread in a little bit, and the bright light shone into the room, also allowing the messy room to be seen clearly.

Surrounded by the bed, there are messy and torn clothes everywhere. The young man on the bed is bluish and purple on his exposed arms, which looks terrifying.

Jane Qiaoxin opened his eyes with difficulty and wanted to sit up. As a result, his body was sore that he almost got up with exhausted strength.

Looking at the mess in a room, the absurd memories of last night flooded into my mind.

He...he and Yan Gan actually.

Carefully glanced at the sleeping man next to him, Yan Qian slept with him on his back, with mottled scratches on his back, which looked a little ambiguous, but it made people blush.

Jane Joe's new Adam's apple rolled up and down, and crawled down looking for clothes.

result……

"Yan Gan, you beast." Gritting his teeth and ignoring his own hickey, Jane Qiao's new clothes have become cloth strips, and they can't be worn at all.

With bright eyes, Jane Qiaoxin's gaze fell on the pile of clothes on the other side. It was Yan Qian's own clothes. Although they certainly didn't fit, they could cover the body.

Jane Qiaoxin hesitated again and again, and cautiously touched it: "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry."

The slow-moving ninja put on his clothes in pain, and there was liquid from behind from time to time. Jane Qiaoxin wanted to scold his mother again. How many **** Yan Gan got in!

But these curses only dared to think about it in his heart, thinking of Yan Gan's power of carrying a knife, he didn't dare to say a few words.

Touching the door and twisting it open, Jane Qiaoxin quickly ran outside to take a taxi.

The driver saw his untidy clothes and hesitated: "Hello, where are you going?"

Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly reported his address to him. Now he just wants to go home and take a bath, and then think about whether this matter will be investigated by Yan Gan, and what if he feels that he deliberately seduce him!

Half an hour later-the third floor of the bar

The man who had been sleeping on the big bed woke up, Yan Gan sat up, opened his eyes and glanced at the place next to him. There was no one for a long time.

His eyes were gloomy, the gloomy before the storm.

After getting out of bed to look for clothes, I looked around and found Jane Qiao's newly torn clothes, and her clothes were missing.

Yan Qiao understood what was going on after a second thought.

Turned around and went to the coffee table and dialed the secretary's phone number: "Come here, on the third floor, yes, bring a set of clothes."

The secretary responded and asked habitually: "Is there anything else you need to order, sir?"

The smell of Huan Hao still remained in the room. Yan Gan glanced at the fragmented clothes: "Go and check the people who I brought with me last night."

The secretary hung up after all the answers.

Half an hour later

After the secretary arrived in the bathroom, there was a sound of running water. He put the clothes on the bed: "Sir, the clothes are here."

Yan Gan said, "I see, go out."

"Yes."

The secretary's face blushed, and the obvious traces of the room full of people knew what had happened, but he didn't have the guts to question the private affairs of the boss and went out decisively.

After a while, Yan Qian came out neatly, two in tandem and went downstairs. The Bentley was waiting at the entrance of the bar. The driver came and opened the door for the boss to sit in and then drove the car.

The secretary courageously gave him the information: "This is the result of our investigation. He admitted that the drug was not instigated by Young Master Chang. It was his own idea that wanted to cling to you. As a result, he was halfway... I met Mr. Jane halfway, and he failed. I checked it out. It was indeed a coincidence."

Yan Gan frowned, glanced at the document roughly, and then left it aside. His fingertips tapped on the armrest of the seat. Once his cold face is missing from the false smile that he often hangs, he will be very indifferent. It's hard to fathom emotions.

The secretary said: "We are already dealing with him, so don't worry."

"Um."

Yan Qian responded indifferently. He lay on his back casually, his low voice slightly hoarse: "Jan Qiaoxin is the artist of Shengshi Jialun?"

The secretary was surprised and honestly said: "Yes, it's the entertainment company we acquired not long ago."

Yan Gan let out an "um".

The car remained silent. Just when the secretary thought the boss would say something, Yan Gan closed his eyes and said nothing.

The secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the man's heart was needled. The ancients did not deceive me.