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

As Jane Qiaoxin was talking, there was a "creak" sound from the door.

When he turned his head, he saw Yan Qian standing at the door. He was wearing an ink-colored coat with white fox fur rolled around the brim of the coat. Standing at the door, his slender figure was actually a few inches short.

The warm yellow light in the room fell on Yan Qian's handsome face, and she and Jane Qiaoxin looked at each other a few meters away.

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

"Um."

The air conditioner was playing very well. Yan Qian stepped in and took off his coat. Jane Qiaoxin took the first two steps naturally. He held some cold clothes: "It's dark, why are you here?"

Yan Gan: "Come and see you."

Jane Qiaoxin stood on the spot, as if nailed to the ground by these words, his delicate face was covered with crimson, and he muttered: "I have something good to look at. I'm not a kid anymore. I still need someone to see it."

Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth, but didn't make fun of his duplicity. Instead, he walked to the table and picked up what Jane Qiaoxin had just embroidered: "What is this embroidered?"

Jane Qiao Xin was taken aback, and hurriedly ran to take it back and put it on the table, with a guilty conscience: "Nothing!"

Yan Gan squinted his eyes. He held on to the frizzy person, and his voice became heavier: "Are you still young? Just walk and run?"

"..."

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

Yan gave him a cool look.

Jane Qiaoxin was forced by the oppression and whispered: "Not next time."

Zhang on the side looked straight and smiled. This young couple getting along is too interesting, but Xiaoxin's temper is so soft, he is completely eaten to death.

Yan Gan helped Jian Qiaoxin to sit down. He took the half-repaired jewelry and raised his eyebrows: "What do you embroider?"

Jane Qiaoxin wants to talk about bamboo.

Yan Gan smiled at the corners of his mouth, shook the handkerchief away, looked at it under the light, and guessed, "Seaweed?"

"..."

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

Yan Gan is not painful or itchy, so he can watch and appreciate the anger of the person in front of him. Jane Qiao is very funny when he is angry. His always light face will be red, and his eyes are also bright and beautiful.

Yan Gan played with the handkerchief: "Embroidered for me?"

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

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

"Really?" Yan Gan returned the things to him, the smile on his face faded, and he looked a bit lonely, he said: "That's the uncle who is passionate."

"..."

Jane Qiaoxin glanced at him cautiously, and saw Yan Gan lowered his head and fiddled with the silk thread in one of the wooden baskets, with a faint blackish blue under his eyes. He has been busy at work recently, and it is so late now, and the mountain roads are not very Good to go, so hard to come to see myself, and now it is a handkerchief that can’t be satisfied...

Thinking of this, Jane Qiaoxin felt inexplicably guilt. He grabbed the silk paw in his hand and bit his lip: "In fact, it was for you, but it was the first time I embroidered. I was afraid that the embroidery was not good. You still disliked me. Embroidered seaweed."

While speaking, there was still a trace of grievance.

It's very sad.

The corner of Yan Gan's mouth made a smirk and disappeared quickly. He glanced sideways: "Is it, it's not seaweed, but my uncle's clumsy eyes, okay to apologize to you, not to be angry, huh?"

Jane Qiaoxin was very coaxing. He raised his head and just wanted to say yes, he saw the man next to him holding his chin with one hand, and looking at himself with a smile in his eyes, obviously he was teasing him!

"..."

Yan dry you bad guy!

Just when Jane Qiaoxin was about to get angry, a voice came from upstairs. He was taken aback, and he looked up and saw the old man standing at the railing. He should have just gotten up, still wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, and standing upstairs with a cane.

Jane Qiaoxin felt tight and went to see Yan Gan subconsciously.

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

Yan Qian stopped his dignity and instantly recovered his usual dignified and graceful clothes. He stood up slowly and saw that the children around him were worried and smiled: "Waiting here."

Jane Joe was fidgeting: "But..."

"obedient."

Yan Gan left these words and went upstairs. After he went upstairs, he respectfully helped the old man walk into the room. He was always arrogant outside, and his domineering appearance was very different from day to day.

Jane Qiao's new eyes still stopped upstairs and couldn't get it back.

Zhang, who has been shrinking his presence, smiled and comforted him when he saw his unconsciousness: "It's okay, the old man looks fierce, but he actually counts."

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

Upon seeing this, Zhang pursed his lips and grinned: "Besides, I don't think your man is the kind of character that suffers."

"..."

He is really bad.

After waiting for a long time downstairs, Jane Qiao’s new finger was pierced with a needle twice, and some of it was dripping on the line. He was confused and didn't embroider at all, so he sat next to him and played with Little Guwazi.

Children are just fun, white and tender, and rejoice when they look at them.

Jane Qiaoxin couldn't help but fantasize about what he and Yan Gan’s child should look like. It should not be ugly. Both he and Yan Gan are both good looking. In terms of personality... it is better to be like yourself. If you look like Yan Gan, then It's not to harm people.

Zhang interrupted his roaming, with a warm voice: "Come out."

Jane Qiaoxin quickly raised her head and looked up, and saw Yan Gan coming out from upstairs, but the old man didn't come out. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he was still calm after all.

Yan Gan went downstairs and picked up the coat on the side: "Let's go, go back."

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

After saying goodbye to Zhang, he followed Yan Gan to his home’s courtyard. The winter in the countryside was very cold. Fortunately, the clothes of two of them were not thin. Occasionally, dogs barked when passing by a few family members. Later, Yan Just ask Jane Joe to walk outside and walk in the direction where there is a dog inside.

Jane Qiaoxin stepped on the dirt road with a lot of thoughts.

Yan Gan looked at him with a faint moonlight, and whispered, "What do you think?"

Jane Qiaoxin looked at the road under her feet and whispered softly: "Is the old man embarrassing you?"

"Yes." Yan Gan said arrogantly, with a smile in his tone: "I gave someone else's cabbage, so I have to accept criticism and education, right?"

"..."

Jane Qiao couldn't talk too much about him, but he was relieved when he saw that there was really nothing to do.

Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter with you in the village? Who is being bullied? Tell your uncle."

Jane Qiao wanted to laugh when he saw him waiting for his complaint. After thinking about it, he said, "I was thinking, maybe some people on the Internet are right. I am indeed a person from this village. Don't tell me. The village chief, the neighbors 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 you remember correctly, are you an actor?"

Jane Qiao was taken aback: "Um...Yes."

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

"..."

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

Yan Gan led him to the house slowly, passing by Wanjia and the lights fell on the two people. The man's voice was low and magnetic: "Cultivation is a sentiment, and it is a duty not to cultivate. Sometimes you just feel soft-hearted. , It’s easy to be bullied."

Jane Qiao Xinzhao said: "Well, so I am often bullied by you."

Yan Gan gave a "tsk" without any anger: "Uncle discovered that you have become more courageous recently. Are you going to rebel?"

"Don't dare." Jane Qiaoxin chuckled: "Long live your majesty."

The two people talked all the way to the door of the house before they stopped talking. Jian Qiaoxin, who was not a short road, now feels that it is not long enough.

There is only one guest room in their yard, which has been occupied by Xiao Jingyi.

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

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

Jian Qiaoxin was surprised. In fact, he had never shared a bed with Yan Qian. Except for that absurd night, even at Yan's house, he slept in the guest room.

He was a little embarrassed: "Will it be so good?"

Seeing him a little awkward, Yan Gan said: "Then I sleep on the sofa and just get me a quilt."

"..."

No quilt.

Jane Qiaoxin looked at Yan Gan, who was open-minded, and suddenly felt that his mind was a little dirty, yes, there was nothing at all, it was because he thought too much.

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

Yan Gan nodded without objecting.

Xiao Jingyi, who heard the sound in the guest room not far away, was silent, and couldn't help feeling that Mr. Yan was kind. When he came, he had already considered the quilt problem. He had planned to go back with the car tonight but was stopped by Yan Qian.

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

The little rabbit not far away didn't realize the cunning of the fox at all. Jane Qiaoxin lay down on the bed after washing up. When Yan Gan lay down on his side, his heart beats like a drum, as if he really wanted to. The same as the concubine.

The temperature in the quilt gradually rose, and Jian Qiaoxin found that Yan Gan’s body was really warm. He himself was a cold-fearing system, but in winter, his hands and feet were still cold, and even if the air conditioner was turned on in the middle of the night, it was still cold.

But he dare not make a mistake

Although I really want to stay close to Yan Gan for warmth, I am happy when I think about it.

Jane Joe, who was stiff and like a zombie, was throwing bullets in a mess, turning over in a daze, and hit Yan Gan with her foot.

He was shocked, before he could take it back, he listened to Yan Gan said: "Why are you so cold?"

Jane Qiaoxin hurriedly retracted her leg: "I'm sorry."

Yan Gan reached out his hand and grabbed his foot back, and put it on his body to cover it: "Go to sleep."

Jane Qiaoxin was a little uncomfortable for a while, his legs got stronger, and he stomped Yan Gan's legs all of a sudden, and then he heard a muffled snort.

He was surprised: "I kicked you?"

Yan Qian loosened his frowning eyebrows, and he whispered, "It's none of your business."

Jane Qiaoxin felt wrong. After all, she didn't use much force just now, but Yan Gan's snorting was a bit painful. After thinking about it, he finally said, "Did Grandpa hit you?"

Yan Qian took advantage of the situation and hugged him: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"It was Grandpa who hit you, right." Jane Qiaoxin couldn't sleep anymore, he struggled to get up: "You show me."

Yan Qian sighed helplessly in his heart, and opened his eyes: "Baby, don't you toss uncle, okay?"

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

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

Jane Qiaoxin lay down again and prepared to get under the covers to take a look in person, but Mr. Yan always calmed down in front of Taishan Bing. At this moment, Mr. Yan was actually a little panicked.

Forget it, Yan Gan was afraid of this ancestor. He stopped Jane Qiaoxin: "Fine, show you, show you, stop."

So Jian Qiaoxin finally got what he wanted to see Yan Qian's injuries, which were beaten by a stick, one after another, bluish purple, shocking.

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

Yan Gan hurriedly refused to let him see, and stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "What are you crying for? It doesn't hurt."

"Grandpa hit you, why don't you know how to hide." Jane Qiaoxin patted his hand and glared at him angrily: "You were very good when you bullied me. Other people were stupid and they didn't know about being beaten. Speak out."

"..."

Yan Gan was noncommittal and chuckled: "I'm bullying you, and grandpa vents you. It's not better. Why are you crying?"

Jane Qiao was crying more fiercely.

"..."

Yan Gan took the paper from the bed table and sat on the bed with his legs cross-legged and wiped his tears: "It's okay, it's my uncle who is wrong. It's all my fault. Don't cry."

Jane Qiaoxin wiped his face, his red eyes looked at Yan Gan, his voice hoarse: "I'll get you some safflower oil."

Yan Gan said: "Where is it so squeamish, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"You lied to me."

"..."

Yan Gan regrets now that he didn't hide at that time, otherwise he would not have to be tortured by souls that are even more awkward than being beaten. Jane Qiaoxin is really a nemesis.

He sighed: "Don't toss about it at night. It's cold outside. I'm uncomfortable if you catch a cold again."

Jane Qiaoxin thought about it for a while. It seemed that there was no safflower oil at home, so he could only give it up, but when he thought that Yan was so badly injured, he felt distressed and uncomfortable.

When Yan Gan saw that this man seemed to be losing the golden beans again, he simply provoked Jane Qiaoxin's chin to kiss his forehead, and turned off the light to sleep when the face in front of him was smoking.

Worry-free.

the next day

Jane Qiao slept three rods after a new sleep, and the quality of sleep was the best since pregnancy.

He woke up contentedly, and found that the place beside him was already empty. The mood of good sleep in the morning was instantly halved, and he moved slowly to Yan Gan’s pillow to continue to doze.

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

then

He heard Yan Gan's voice faintly, and the people who were hooked were tickled.

Jane Qiaoxin was a bit sleepy at first, and suddenly became energetic. She quickly got up and put on clothes. After putting on the down jacket, she couldn't wait to run outside, opened the door through the living room and finally saw the scene in the yard.

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

"Um…"

Jian Qiaoxin looked at Secretary Li curiously.

Secretary Li smiled and said hello: "Good morning Mr. Jane!"

Jane Qiaoxin rubbed his eyes: "Good morning."

After chatting for a while, I learned what Yan Gan asked Secretary Li to do. The trucks outside the village had a lot of materials, food and clothing, all ready to be packed.

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

Jane Qiao said: "Send things?"

"Yeah." Yan Gan said, "I have everything ready for you."

It also includes the photographer. The so-called full set of the play should be done for the sake of mocking him on the Internet before being grateful. Jane Qiaoxin's heart warms and she deeply feels Yan Qian's thoughtfulness.

Holding the tablet, he still expressed his worries: "I am afraid that others will say that I am afterthought and deliberately act."

Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Flip back again."

Jian Qiaoxin turned a few more pages, and was surprised to find that there was a record file behind it, all of which were donation details pages over the years. Yan Qian has always given gifts to the villagers, and no less than five times a year, every time. Several large trucks of materials can be obtained door to door.

He suddenly remembered the scene where he and Qiu Jian met Yan Gan under the big locust tree that day when he broke up with Qiu Jian and went home. He was already doing this at that time?

Jane Qiaoxin murmured: "But these...you did it all."

Yan Gan took a long leg and sat down on the sofa: "I said that who did it is who did it. He used his hands to make him short. It is impossible for him to want to do it. He took things from uncles, but embarrassed my wife and children. reason?"

"..."

Jane Qiaoxin wanted to say that I am not your wife, but she couldn't say it out of nowhere.

He hesitated for a long time before suffocating: "Thank you."

Yan Gan smiled and waved his hand: "Thank you, you don't have to, you will be lucky if you don't toss about uncle."

Secretary Li behind him felt that he knew too much, and silently retreated, leaving Jane Qiaoxin who was so embarrassed on the spot that he wanted to go up and give Yan a kick.

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

Before he left a few homes, he was held back by Yan Gan: "It's almost there. Someone from other homes will send it to you. Don't join in the fun. Are you tired of walking?"

Jane Qiao is new and tired, he nodded obediently: "Okay."

On the way back, he and Yan Gan met Uncle Ma, the man who brought his wife to the door yesterday and asked Jane Qiao to pay the tuition for his child.

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

When passing by, Yan Gan said, "Stop."

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

Yan Gan turned around and smiled elegantly: "If I remember correctly, your son is 20 this year and now lives in City F. He was admitted to the Polytechnic University with a score of 560. Ready to enter the Department of Computer Science?"

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

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

After leaving this sentence, Yan Gan took Jian Qiaoxin and left. Uncle Ma looked at him blankly, but did not dare to catch up, letting the two gradually move away.

Jian Qiaoxin walked on the small road and whispered softly: "Mr. Yan, have you investigated them?"

"Um."

Yan Gan said, "You don't need to worry about this, I will take care of it."

Jane Qiaoxin vaguely felt that if he were to deal with it by Yan Qian's method, he would be more cruel than himself. After thinking about it, he still swallowed those soft-hearted words: "Okay."

One morning, Jane Qiaoxin learned of the reversal of things through Weibo.

First, there was a video that exposed Uncle Ma’s usual gambling figure, that is how the children’s school money was lost, and then Tsinghua’s rumors were self-defeating.

Later, Jian Qiaoxin’s material donation form and villagers’ interview videos were exposed in the past few years, which completely broke the ungrateful remarks. At the same time, an official voice has confirmed from many sources that the road in the village has been in the name of Jian Qiaoxin. The donation will start construction in the beginning of the spring.

In this reversal of the situation, the thoughtful and meticulous people discovered the difference.

"Said Jane Qiaoxin grew up in this village, but what about his relatives?"

"Why are they all villagers?"

When someone asks a question, someone will naturally find a way to verify it. In less than a day, a truth that shocked the Internet came to light. The person who was ruthless in his duties yesterday had both his parents dead, a young single parent, and tears all the way.

The people who were still clamoring on the Internet yesterday are silent at this moment.

The hot search on Weibo continues to rise, and it’s not an exaggeration to become popular in one day. Jane Joe’s new Weibo has gained 5 million followers in a day, and the qualified number is still climbing up frantically. The works also re-emerged and swept the tide.

Of course, the parties know nothing about it.

Jane Qiaoxin and Yan Gan bread dumplings in the kitchen. This is a local New Year custom. Jane Qiaoxin can barely watch the dumplings. Yan Gan's dumplings are like a dog party.

He laughed: "Mr. Yan, your dumpling will be broken in the pot in a while."

Yan Gan said, "Is it funny? I'll eat it for you."

"..."

Jane Qiao's expression straightened up: "In fact, it's not funny to think about it this way."

They are going back tonight, and after discussing it, they didn't go up to the mountain to worship the last time they came.

Yan Gan carried some fruits and said, "Let's go, lest you always think about it."

Jian Qiaoxin nodded. Last time he came alone. Later, he ran into Yan Gan on the road. Two people were walking together. At that time, he was still a little afraid of meeting Yan Gan. Going together, in fact, the difference is only a few months, but the mood is still very different.

The road up the mountain is relatively smooth, stop and go, and rest a lot all the way.

When I got really tired behind, Yan Gan hugged him and walked away. Jane Qiaoxin put his arms around his neck: "Am I very heavy?"

"It's quite heavy."

Yan Gan was bitten as soon as he finished speaking.

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

Jane Qiaoxin glared at him and said angrily: "Then you let me down."

Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's funny."

"..."

The two were walking and chatting all the way, and time passed quickly when they got to the mountain. Jane Qiaoxin was also embarrassed when she got down from Yan Gan's arms, especially when she watched Yan Gan rub his arms.

He was stunned when he was going back to rub him. Yan Qian followed his gaze and frowned.

I saw a person standing in the tombstone forest. The person was wearing a long down jacket with a hat covering his face. It was really eye-catching to stand straight there, but no matter how Jane Qiaoxin recognized that person directly— Qiu Jian.

Jane Qiaoxin's heart tightened.

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