[MPREG] I Have a Happy Ending with the Mistress's Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 35: The Sky is High, the Emperor is Far Away

Buried his head in the quilt, Jian Qiaoxin ignored the phone that kept ringing until there was a knock on the door outside.

Jian Qiaoxin hesitated for a moment, and said that it was unlikely for Yan Gan to come back so soon. After all, it was so late. He walked over to open the door, but unexpectedly he saw Aunt Zhang standing outside his door. He was surprised: "Aunt Zhang? "

Aunt Zhang smiled apologetically, pointed to the cell phone in her hand, and silently lipped, "A Gan's calling."

Jian Qiaoxin's eyes widened, and the witty Aunt Zhang put the phone in his hand and quickly got away, as if she was afraid that Jian Qiaoxin would return the phone to her hand.

Jian Qiaoxin: "..."

He hesitantly held up the phone and put it to his ear: "Hello?"

"Not going to hang up this time?" Yan Gan's voice was a little irritated, as if the voice was directly breathing in Jian Qiaoxin's ears.

Jian Qiao Xin 囧: "No." [1]

Yan Gan strode out of the hotel: "Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

Jian Qiaoxin held the phone and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse: "I didn't hear it."

"You're not being honest, what else are you going to say?" Yan Gan got into the car and slammed the door: "I have nothing to do with Wen Yuan. Go get your phone and turn on the video call."

Jian Qiaoxin had to admit that he felt somewhat relieved, he said: "No need to turn on the video..."

Yan Gan: "Do you want to continue the discussion of why you don't answer the call?"

"..."

You are vicious.

Jian Qiaoxin hung up the call on Aunt Zhang's cell phone, and in the next second a video call was sent to his WeChat. This time he answered very happily. As soon as he pressed the answer button, Yan Gan's face appeared on the screen.

Yan Gan's black suit jacket had been taken off, and only the white shirt was seen. The man's face did not look good, but he could still tell that he was in the car.

Jian Qiaoxin said softly: "Put on your jacket, it's winter now, don't catch a cold."

Yan Gan frowned slightly, with some visible disgust in his tone: "Threw it away."

Threw it away?

Jian Qiaoxin couldn't help but imagine all kinds of scenes related to how the jacket was being discarded, but Yan Gan's words stopped his brain from overthinking: "I threw it away because it was being touched by something dirty."

"Oh..." Jian Qiaoxin looked at him: "Then are you on your way home now?"

Yan Gan let out a "uhm", and said out of anger: "Now you believe that Uncle didn't do anything bad."

囧

Jian Qiaoxin sat cross-legged on the bed. He touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "I didn't believe it."

"If you didn't believe it, why wouldn't you answer the phone?"

"..."

Jian Qiaoxin mumbled: "How would I know who the caller is."

Although he spoke in a very small voice, Yan Gan still heard it. He rubbed his eyebrows: "Forget it this time, don't do this again next time. If you don't answer the phone, I will be worried."

The heater was on in the room, and the warm air was filling up the room, as if it was filling up people's hearts.

Jian Qiaoxin felt his face getting a little hot, and he nodded: "I see."