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

Chapter 64: Mr. Yan's Desire to Control

"I didn't lie to you." Jian Qiaoxin quickly denied, he quietly glanced at the camera brother, and approached Yan Gan and whispered: "To Brother Fu, I only have an appreciation of a fan towards an idol, but for you...I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you."

His voice was very low, but Yan Gan heard it clearly.

The waves on the sea were raging, and the seagulls in the sky also spread their wings, leaving the sound of birds singing.

The wind brought a little salty taste of the sea breeze, with the restlessness of summer.

The world was full of vitality, but at this moment, Yan Gan could only hear Jian Qiaoxin's voice and smell his unique fragrance.

It's amazing. After a day of sweating, this child still has a cold fragrance of natural green.

Yan Gan involuntarily lowered his head. It happened that Jian Qiaoxin raised his head when he did not hear a reply for a long time, and his lips unexpectedly touched the man's lips.

Jian Qiaoxin's eyes widened, obviously still a little unresponsive.

Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth. He put his arms around Jian Qiaoxin's waist and forced him to get closer: "Yes, you even used the beauty tricks, you really want to eat it?"

"..."

I am not, I am not.

Jian Qiaoxin's cheeks flushed, he explained: "No, it was an accident."

"Oh?" Yan Gan licked his lips, as if he was still reminiscing about the touch just now, he said meaningfully: "According to what you said, is Uncle taking advantage of you?"

Jian Qiaoxin felt that he was going to be irritated by Yan Gan today. He lowered his head to not look at him, so as to calm himself down. Then, he changed the subject: "Ah, didn't you just say that you can fish out these clams?"

Yan Gan looked at him with a smile, and finally let go of Jian Qiaoxin when he looked at him with pitiful eyes, he should be more serious now.

He took out a bag of salt from his pocket, tore open the bag of salt under Jian Qiaoxin's stunned gaze, and sprinkled it in, then quickly grabbed the escaped clams and put it into the small bucket.

The quickness of his movements was breathtaking.

Jian Qiaoxin looked at the clams in the bucket and hesitated: "Where did you get the salt?"

"It's a secret." Yan Gan gave him the salt bag: "Take it."

The less he said it, the more curious Jian Qiaoxin became. Thinking about them along the way, Yan Gan had no chance to get salt at all. It must have been taken on this island, but they were almost always together, except for when he tried to make a fire. Eh? Yan Gan didn't have a card to exchange things, so how did he get it?

The little wifey Jian Qiaoxin followed the man from behind, and finally couldn't help asking: "Tell me."

Yan Gan knocked the sea oysters with a small awl under a big rock, and said as he moved, "you really want to know?"

Jian Qiaoxin: "I really want to."

"That's fine." Yan Gan looked back at him sideways. The handsome face of the man was reflected in the afterglow of the sunset. Even when he was working, his movements were slow and elegant. He said, "You, say something nice."

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Jian Qiaoxin was holding a bucket next to him. He was being teased by Yan Gan for a day, and his face became a little thicker: "Say, what?"