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

The romantic candlelight dinner set the stage for everything.

Qiu Jian thinks that the atmosphere is in place. He also said a lot of heart-wrenching things tonight, planning a new future for him and Jane Qiao, and even thinking about the name of the future child.

Red wine and candlelight, beautiful face

Everything in time and place should be so natural.

But when Qiu Jian put his arms around Jane Qiaoxin's waist and gradually unnerved his shirt, he was stopped. Jane Qiaoxin's green fingers pressed Qiu Jian's hand and kept him from moving.

Jane Qiaoxin looked away: "I'm tired."

"..."

It's not an exaggeration to drink in the head.

After Qiu Jian's movements, he still held his hand, insisting: "Why?"

Jane Qiaoxin took a half step backwards and walked back to the table. He wiped his face: "Thank you for preparing so much. You have worked so hard. Go to bed early."

Without further explanation, Jane Qiaoxin turned around and left.

The candlelight dinner in the living room was still glowing with warm yellow light, but Qiu Jian was left alone. He frowned when he looked at Jane Qiaoxin's back.

For a moment, an uncontrollable feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart.

It's like the kind of powerlessness and regret that there is something important to lose, but he can't and can't do anything.

the next day

Jane Qiao got up early and rushed to the crew to film.

Today I was shooting on location, and I wanted to shoot on a mountain. Because this is a martial arts drama, I am afraid that there will be many locations on location in the future.

The scene instructor was not far away, and the action instructor here also grabbed Jane Qiaoxin and Wen Yuan and talked endlessly.

"You two, you need to hang Viagra today. This is a scene of defeating the bandits. There will be a lot of action shots. It would be better for Teacher Wen to have a substitute. Xiaoxin, you have to do it all on your own."

Jane Qiaoxin nodded, indicating that she knew it.

The action instructor pointed to a few stepping points on the mountain not far away: "When the bandits rushed over for a while, there were a few hits that could not be avoided and had to be hit. After all, blindly overwhelming victory is not enough. "

After finishing these precautions, the instructor left, and Jane Qiaoxin was used to things like Diaoweiya, but Wen Yuan was not used to it.

Even though things like coercion are flying around in the sky, they are actually very afflicted. After a day, the legs are basically in a state of uselessness. Microdermabrasion and blood loss can basically become a common trivial matter.

When Wen Yuan was just hanging up, he was crying and howling: "It hurts, tap this rope!"

Most of the staff were walking around the princess, and Jane Qiaoxin was familiar with the position and stepping points of the group performers by the side.

After a while, Wen Yuan finally recovered. The crew had tossed for an hour and a half to fix the pressure. Now it is noon. In order not to delay the progress, the lunch time was postponed and the group was filmed first.

Clean people at the scene and play board.

"One shot in the 20th scene of "Wangjiang Pavilion"! action!"

A wave of bandits stood robbing the carriage on the sheep-gut trail. The lady in the carriage was pushed around and was forced to be arrested to be the wife of the village.

Jane Qiaoxin stood on the tree, holding a sword in his hand, in a swordsman costume, chivalrous and courageous.

He said: "It's a coincidence that we encountered such things as soon as we left the rivers and lakes."

Wen Yuan on one side stood on the other branch: "If we fall down, can the assistant catch me?"

"..."

Used to it.

Jane Qiaoxin drew out the sword in his hand, his eyes sharpened: "I'm unlucky for them if I run into the little master today. If you take care of the aftermath, I will meet them first."

The pressure slid in mid-air, and Jane Qiaoxin came down from mid-air almost in one go. The clothes fluttered like an immortal. His figure did not shake at all, and his landing movements were steady. Without any hesitation, he turned over and swung his sword. All of them should be stepped on very solidly.

Several bandits standing on the periphery were knocked down wailingly, with no backhand strength.

The eyes of the rest of the crew are bright and beautiful. The play is so beautiful that it can hardly be faulted!

Wen Yuan on the tree should have jumped down. He slid down when the plane moved past. He was able to dent a shape at first, and he panicked in midair.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…"

It was almost half-rolled to the ground, and the carefully made styling was messed up, and even the delicate makeup on that beautiful face became ashamed.

Wen Yuan clutched his butt: "It hurts."

The assistants got together and rushed up: "Are you okay?"

The scene was forced to stop, and the sound of the stop came from the director's shed: "Ka! Stop!"

Everyone gathered around to see Wenyuan's situation, Jane Qiaoxin put down the prop sword to help the group performers who fell on the ground: "Sorry brother, I just confiscated it with all my strength."

The group patted the gray on his body: "Hey, what nonsense, I can stand your strength."

Another group performer also grabbed Jane Qiao’s new hand and stood up: "The little brother has the skills and the movements are beautiful. Have you practiced before?"

Jane Qiaoxin hesitated and nodded: "I have learned a little."

"No wonder." The group actors like to talk to Jane Qiaoxin. This young man is not arrogant or irritable, he speaks and does things well, knows well, and makes people happy.

There seemed to comfort Wen Yuan, and the director found Jane Qiaoxin.

Director Wang smoked a cigarette: "Xiaoxin, you have seen what happened just now. It is estimated that this scene will be repeated again, is it okay?"

Jane Qiaoxin nodded: "No problem."

The AG is a normal thing in the crew, but it will be a little bit uncomfortable if you play the AG, and it will be very painful if you play the AG with coercion.

The field affairs cleared the field again, this time again.

On-site boarding: "One shot in the 20th scene of "Wangjiang Pavilion"! Action!"

Everything is in place. After Jane Qiao finished reciting some of his well-known lines, he slid down again. He remembered every movement and stepped on the spot firmly.

Just after he finished his actions, it was Wen Yuan's scene again.

It was fine when it came down from the top, but in the lower part it started again: "Ahhhhh..."

From the director's booth: "Ka, stop!"

A coercive scene was repeated several times a dozen times, and in the end, a dozen doubles took turns to play for Wen Yuan before the end.

In the afternoon, the director found Jane Qiaoxin: "Xiaoxin, how is your leg? Is it serious?"

Jane Qiaoxin sat on the chair, his face pale, and finally shook his head slowly: "Thank you for the director's concern, I'm okay."

Director Wang still has some pity for this one: "Oh, don't blame me, you know, behind that..."

That's Yan Gan.

The biggest investor in the film crew, isn't the big money owner who invested in this show just to praise the original story?

Jane Qiao’s new eyelashes trembled slightly: “I know, without... Wen Yuan, I wouldn’t be able to get such a good role. I’m very grateful to him and I won’t blame you.”

Director Wang nodded, and he patted Jane Qiaoxin on the shoulder: "It's great that you can think so. In this way, you won't have many scenes in the next few days. I'll take you two days off and you will go home well. Heal your wounds."

"Thank you director."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

You are Mr. Yan’s little love, is it easy for me not to take good care of you?

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Jane Qiaoxin slowly packed his bags and walked out of the crew. His leg was so hot and painful, and the injury was really serious. He had to go to the hospital to prescribe some plaster.

Taking a taxi and walking are both exhausting. Jian Qiaoxin thought about it and wanted to take out his mobile phone and call Qiu Jian.

The phone dialed didididily, and finally came a mechanical sentence: "Sorry, the call you are dialing is in progress, please try again later."

Jane Qiaoxin was silent for a moment, he walked to the side of the road, and waited about five or six minutes before making another call.

There was still a mechanical tone on the other end of the phone: "Sorry, the phone you dialed is on a call..."

Just press to hang up, Jian Qiaoxin smiled helplessly at the missed record of the two calls, Qiu Jian, Qiu Jian, who are you calling.

Stopped a taxi to the hospital.

The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror and hesitated: "Do you need me to help you in, where is your family?"

Jane Qiaoxin leaned on the back seat, with painful sweat on his forehead, and his cheeks were pale without any bloodshot eyes. He sat up and smiled gratefully: "Thank you for your kindness, I have nothing to do, how many are there in total?"

The taxi driver said: "Can you give me 50, the taxi fare is 40, and I will help you in with the remaining ten dollars."

Jane Qiaoxin thought for a while and agreed: "Okay."

So the kind driver found a place to park by himself, and he took Jane Qiaoxin in, let people sit, and went to queue for registration by himself.

After the number is received, the driver handed him the notebook: "Little brother, it's not an uncle. I talk too much. Do you have any friends? Ask them to pick you up. You look like you, and you are very hard."

Jane Qiaoxin shook his head. After graduating from college, his friends were scattered all over the place, where there would be people around him.

The driver left helplessly. Jane Qiaoxin thought about it and wanted to call Qiu Jian again. This time he answered it, but the background was a little noisy.

Jian Qiaoxin said: "Aqiu, where are you now, busy?"

"Xiaoxin, what's the matter? I... I do have something wrong now, and I can't get out of it." Qiu Jian's voice came clearly.

Jane Joe's new hand was holding the medical record tightly, and he said, "Is it urgent?"

Qiu Jian paused and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I…"

Jane Qiao's new words have not yet come out, he was standing on the ninth floor railing of the hospital to call, from his perspective you can see the scenery downstairs.

As for the glass door downstairs, Qiu Jian was queuing up while talking on the phone. There was a person wearing a mask sitting in the back seat, but even so, it was a person who could even turn to ashes. The recognized master.

Wen Yuan.

Qiu Jian is helping Wenyuan register.

Qiu Jianzheng, who called on the other side, wondered why there was no voice suddenly. He said, "Hello? Baby, why don't you speak?"

Jian Qiaoxin said: "Qiu Jian, where are you?"

Qiu Jian was taken aback: "I...I'm in the hospital. I have a friend who is injured. He is unaccompanied here, so he can only ask me for help. He also blames the poor, so I will take care of him.

"..."