Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 127. One Twenty Seven

Chapter one hundred and twenty-seven:

Yan Qingchi felt that his ignorant look was soft and cute, so he stretched out his hand to rub his face, and Qiqi let him rub it with a good temper, without getting angry, and smiled at him.

He laughed like this, but made Yan Qingchi feel embarrassed, and coaxed softly: "The baby is still sleeping."

"Then when will he come out to play with me?" Qiqi said as he tapped his stomach lightly with his fingers, and asked, "Can you hear me, baby?"

He himself is still a baby, and now calling someone else's baby, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing, and replied in a warm voice, "In a few days, he can come out to play with you."

"Then what does he like to play with? I can give him my toys."

Yan Qingchi looked at him tenderly, "He likes you," he said, "so whatever you want to play with him, he will be happy."

Hearing what he said, Qiqi felt a little shy, leaned forward and kissed him on the stomach, and whispered, "I like him too."

Yan Qingchi suddenly felt very warm, a little moved, a little warm, and even a little grateful. He gave a soft "hmm" and touched Qiqi's head.

On September 7th, the child of Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen finally came to this world.

When the effect of the anesthetic faded and Yan Qingchi woke up, Jiang Mochen was sitting on the chair next to his bed. Seeing that he was awake, he finally showed his usual smile.

Yan Qingchi smiled at him, and said softly, "I made you worry."

Jiang Mochen bent down and kissed his forehead, a little helplessly said: "Why do you always take my words, I haven't had time to tell you how hard it is."

"Then you can talk about it now." Yan Qingchi was very cooperative.

Jiang Mochen smiled, "Thank you."

Yan Qingchi teased him, "serve the people."

Seeing that he still had the spirit of joking with him, Jiang Mochen was finally relieved, and reached out to hold his hand.

"It's a boy. The child is very healthy. Now my parents are watching. I have already thought about my name for the child. I have never told you. It is called Yan Zhishu. It is the same as Qiqi, Zizi, and you Last name, the book of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Yan Qingchi also thought about this child's name before. At that time, he thought that according to Jiang Mochen's naming method, this child might be called Jiang Zhishu. Unexpectedly, he guessed the name correctly, but guessed the surname wrong. But...

He shook his head, "It can be called Zhishu, but it can't be named Yan. It still has to be your surname, Jiang."

Jiang Mochen was puzzled, "Why? We now have two children, one with your surname and one with my surname, isn't it great?"

Yan Qingchi disagreed, "Have you ever thought that the two children have different surnames, and when they grow up and know more things, how can we explain it to them?"

"Just like other children, tell them one is with their father's last name and the other is with their mother's last name."

"If today, Qiqi is also my own, then of course we can explain it this way, and we can do it this way. But Qiqi is not, it is very sensitive, and I don't want to do this."

Jiang Mochen didn't understand, "Are you afraid that Qiqi thinks that he and his brother have different surnames, so you feel different from him? Qiqi is still young, so he can't think so much."

"But he will grow up."

"Then he will understand."

Yan Qingchi shook his head, "Jiang Mochen, you are not an adopted son, you have never been adopted, so you don't know how sensitive and afraid an adopted child is, and a slight difference will make him unable to bear it much. Think, let him worry unnecessarily. I know you love me and think about me, but I don't care about these. For me, the surname Jiang and the surname Yan are our children, and I don't care, but for children , two children with one surname is undoubtedly the best choice."

Jiang Mochen felt that his words were a bit strange. What does it mean that he has never been adopted, so he doesn't know how sensitive and afraid adopted children are? Didn't Yan Qingchi himself have never been adopted?

He only thought that Yan Qingchi was careful, so he couldn't help thinking about Qiqi. It's just that he had already thought about the child's surname as Yan Qingchi, and he didn't even say it, just to give Yan Qingchi a surprise, but in the end, because of chess, this surprise would be abandoned for no reason. .

Jiang Mochen couldn't bear it. He watched Yan Qingchi get pregnant, and watched him give up his rising career to raise a baby at home. Yan Qingchi's mentality was very good, and he didn't have any regrets or unwillingness. He even opened up a new career for himself and achieved impressive results in painting, but this does not mean that his sacrifices are all justified.

This is the child of the two of them, but it is Yan Qingchi who bears the psychological and physical pressure of a man's pregnancy. This child should be named after him.

"Qingchi, I don't think Qiqi would think so much." Jiang Mochen tried to persuade him, "Look, isn't he accepting that there will be another child in the family very well now?"

"That's because he hasn't realized the difference between biological and adopted. No one in the family told him about it, and outsiders didn't know that I was pregnant, so he thought he was the same as this child. Of course he was the same as this child It's the same, whether he or this child, they are all my children, I don't want Qiqi to think about it unconsciously in the future because of unnecessary things like surnames."

He looked at Jiang Mochen, "I know you are doing it for my own good, and I am very happy, but if you don't share my surname, is he not my child? Will it affect my status in the family?" Yan Qing Chi shook his head, "No, so, you can consider my mood and let the child have my surname. I am very happy, but I still hope that he can have your surname."

Jiang Mochen looked at him, his heart was full of distress, he reached out and touched Yan Qingchi's face, "Can't you think more about yourself? If you love the child, what about your own rights? This child is You worked so hard to conceive the child for ten months, and it's only natural for you to have your last name, but you don't want to?"

Yan Qingchi smiled, and held his hand, "I have you, don't I? You have thought of everything for me, and you have thought it over, so naturally you won't wrong me, as long as you love me. "

Jiang Mochen just felt that his heart was sour by his words, like a lemon soaked in salt water. He bent down and hugged Yan Qingchi, thinking that he might be the greatest father in the world.

"Then call it Jiang Zhiyan. You worked so hard to conceive him once, and I will never allow it. Your surname will not appear in his name."

Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing when he saw him backing down and hearing what he said. He looked at Jiang Mochen and felt that he was really a good lover. He waved, and Jiang Mochen lowered his body and moved towards him Yan Qingchi put his arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You are so kind."

Jiang Mochen looked at him with a smile, "Didn't you say that, I have to love you."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Jiang Mochen, don't think that I'm too concerned about Qiqi, so I don't care about your wishes. I'm very happy that you want him to have my last name. If Qiqi is also our own child, Then this is very good, our family of four is very good. But Qiqi is not, we inevitably need to take care of his emotions, because he is still a child, in his world we are his most important people, yes Everything about him. But in our world, he is not the only one, we also have each other, don’t we? We already have much more and are much more mature than him, so naturally we need to accommodate him, don’t we?”

Jiang Mochen nodded. He always knew that Yan Qingchi was delicate, but he never thought that he was so delicate in some matters. So I had to keep explaining, for fear of making either of them think too much.

He helped him by the shoulders, let him lie back down again, held his hand and kissed him, and said softly: "I know, I just love you, but this family is up to you. What, we will do what you say. You are right, the child and whose surname is not important, what is important is that both of them are our children, and that is fine, as long as you are happy."

Yan Qingchi smiled, feeling that he is full of happiness now.

"Then I have one more thing to say." He said.

"You say, what you say, we do."

"The word Yan sounds nice as a surname, but it's not suitable as a name, especially a boy's name. I don't want my baby to be called Yan."

"Then which yan do you want?"

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "Have I told you the origin of my name?"

Jiang Mochen shook his head.

"When my parents named me at the beginning, they took the meaning of 'Yiyan Qingchi', hoping that I could be a cultured, educated and knowledgeable person, so my name is Yanqingchi. Since you want Let this child’s name be related to me, and decided to use the pronunciation of yan, then use this inkstone, the inkstone of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.”

"Okay." Jiang Mochen agreed, "Then I hope that when he grows up, he can become a person like you, gentle and considerate, tolerant, have his own persistence and ideas, and live a chic life."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Are you flattering me?"

"I'm talking about my good expectations for children. It's just right," he said, "this inkstone and book are also matched. Isn't the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by the ancients when studying?"

"Then his nickname, shall we call him Yanyan? In fact, Nezha is quite cute. When I was pregnant with him, I wished he was Nezha."

"Baby, Yan Yan and Nezha, you can only choose one."

"That's still called Yanyan, save the baby from beating me when he grows up."

"He dare not, you are the head of the family."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "You can really talk."

"Then I have one more thing to say." Jiang Mochen imitated what he said just now.

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Speak."

"Do you know that the 'inkstone' in Jiang Zhiyan, besides homonymizing your surname, and wishing him to be like you, what else does it represent?"

"What?"

Jiang Mochen looked at him, gentle and focused, "It means that you are Yan Qingchi of Jiang Mochen, and this child is the inkstone of Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi."

Yan Qingchi listened, thinking of how he explained the meaning of the word "Zhi" to Qiqi a long time ago, and he told Qiqi that Jiang Zhiqi means Jiang Mochen's Qiqi. That night, Jiang Mochen thanked him very seriously, saying that he liked this explanation very much, but unexpectedly, one day, this explanation was applied to him.

For some reason, he was moved. Jiang Mochen held his hand, and the tenderness in his eyes poured out, "So, now I have the three of you, and I am the richest person in the world."

Yan Qingchi held his hand instead, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, and agreed with a smile, "Yes."

Yan Qingchi stayed in the hospital for a few days, and went home after the incision was completely healed. Mother Yan came to the house several times, and even let Yan Qingchi sit in confinement for a few days. Although the strict regulations of "no air-conditioning, no hair washing, no brushing teeth, and no mobile phone use" were not followed, Yan Qingchi was still sitting in this confinement with a depressed face, feeling that it was completely unnecessary. But he couldn't bear the mother swallow's softness and stubbornness, so he had to sit obediently.

Fortunately, Mother Yan left after only staying for a week, and Yan Qingchi immediately went to the ground, alive and well, and became a hero again.

Jiang Mochen has been busy replenishing his body for the past few days, making soup for him in different ways. Yan Qingchi looked at his various soups and felt that Jiang Mochen's cooking skills had really improved by leaps and bounds during the year of his pregnancy. Now it seems to be a qualified chef.

Jiang Zhiyan is still sleeping, he is the most popular little celebrity of the Jiangyan family recently, grandparents and aunts always come to see him, teasing him, and feeling how cute this kid is.

Wei Lan heard that he had been discharged from the hospital and went home, so she came here specially, looked around the crib and looked at the little one on the bed, and asked Yan Qingchi, "Can I poke it?"

Yan Qingchi thought his cautious look was cute, so he nodded.

Qiqi reminded him, "Be gentle, my brother is still very young."

Wei Lan turned around and poked him in the face, "You're not that old."

Qiqi proudly said, "I am older than my brother, much older."

Wei Lan rubbed his head, "Small."

After he finished rubbing the chess pieces, he went to poke Jiang Zhiyan in the crib. The child's skin was soft and elastic.

However, Jiang Zhiyan didn't have any special reaction, he just looked at them innocently with his **** grape-like eyes.

Seeing that Wei Lan poked his younger brother's face, Qiqi reached out to poke his brother too, and then whispered to Wei Lan, "It's so soft."

"Yeah."

Qiqi poked his own face, "Qiqi is also soft."

"Yes, you are a baby too."

Qiqi tried to poke his face with his feet, Wei Lan bent down cooperatively, poked Qiqi, and said in surprise: "Uncle's is also soft."

"That's uncle with good skin." After Wei Lan finished speaking, she realized, "No, you have to call me brother, not uncle."

Qiqi obediently shouted: "Brother."

Yan Qingchi looked helpless, "We are the same age, okay? Call me Dad, call you brother, this generation is messed up."

"Then I am also an older brother. You are married and have two children. I am still single. Anyone who is single is an older brother."

Yan Qingchi was almost defeated by his fallacy, watching him raised his chin, "Come on, Brother Qiqi, call Uncle Qingchi to listen."

"Yan Qingchi, you took advantage of me!"

"It's not that you are shamelessly pretending to be tender."

Wei Lan hummed, looked at Qiqi and said, "Remember, I'm a big brother."

Although Qiqi didn't understand what he and his father were talking about just now, but he also heard Brother Qiqi's words, so he shouted generously: "Brother."

Yan Qingchi: ...My silly good baby, so stupid...