Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 163. One six three

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Jiang Mochen watched his movements, and there was only one thought in his mind - if the time was rewinded to twenty minutes ago, he would definitely be crisp when Yan Qingchi finished saying "Do you want to draw together?" If he refuses, he can tell Qiqi that he still has something to do, and he can promise Qiqi to accompany him to draw next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, sitting at a table with Qiqi, ready to draw.

Jiang Mochen looked at the colored pencils in front of him and felt a burst of regret in his heart. He raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi, and gave him a hard look. He deeply felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi enter the house today. This is fine!

The time was cut back to twenty minutes ago, Jiang Mochen had just entered the room, and Qiqi started to draw. He painted very seriously, and even after finishing the painting, he used a watercolor pen to color the puppy. After everything was done, he sat up straight, looked at Jiang Mochen, and then at Yan Qingchi.

He is young, so the paintings he draws are unavoidably immature, which are standard children's painting methods, but Yan Qingchi, after seeing his paintings, added them next to his puppy according to his painting methods a puppy.

Qiqi bent his eyes to watch him draw, and when he finished drawing, he naturally transferred the painting to Jiang Mochen, waiting for him to draw one too.

Therefore, Jiang Mochen's depressed and regretful psychology appeared.

Looking at the painting that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Mochen hated himself for stepping into the house, and hated him forever. He thought it was just Yan Qingchi teaching chess and drawing, and then he wanted to see if they could accompany them along the way, but what's going on now, why does he need to draw too!

He thought for a while, then looked at the culprit again, "Aren't you going to teach him how to draw? That's how you teach him?"

Sui Kui Yan propped up one hand, and said calmly, "Isn't painting just for fun, let's play first, and I will teach him when he is happy playing chess."

"You can teach him now." Jiang Mochen deliberately added an accent to the word "now".

Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids, looked at him slightly, and remembered that he had been staring at him bitterly when he lowered his head just now, and now he had a guess, he retracted the arm that was supporting him, and said slowly: " It's okay, but I'm a guest after all, and you are Qiqi's father, so why don't we teach chess together?"

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, before he could refuse, he took out a blank piece of paper from the table, and handed it over with a smile, "Draw casually first, and Qiqi and I will get to know your style of painting, and then we Re-division of teaching."

Looking at the smile on his face, Jiang Mochen was stunned by his series of coquettish manipulations... this was intentional! This is definitely intentional! This is fine!

Facing the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand, he didn't accept it for a while, and he didn't accept it, so he could only say coldly: "You draw first."

Yan Qingchi was not shy either. He took a colored pencil and began to draw on the white paper. Seeing that he was drawing so fast, Qiqi leaned over to look at it. After a while, he saw a bird appear on the paper. It looks like a smiling puppy with crooked eyes.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"

Qiqi nodded, he stretched out his hand to touch the puppy on the painting, and said softly: "Cute."

Jiang Mochen looked at it coldly, and saw that Yan Qingchi's painting style was somewhat similar to cartoons, but probably in order to cater to Qiqi's preferences, he deliberately drew more cartoons.

He was watching, when he saw Yan Qingchi raised his head and bumped into his eyes, and his eyes met. Jiang Mochen was sure that he saw the playfulness and complacency in Yan Qingchi's eyes. Jiang Mochen gritted his teeth silently, and heard Yan Qingchi laughing, "I'm done drawing, Young Master Jiang, it's your turn to draw."

After hearing this, Qiqi turned to look at Jiang Mochen, with obvious expectations in his eyes.

Jiang Mochen looked at the expectation in his eyes, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat. Could it be that he said to Qiqi: Sorry, Qiqi, dad can't draw? Jiang Mochen felt that he couldn't say it, which was really terrible. Even after more than twenty years, he still lacked the courage to face this fact...

Yan Qingchi looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, and guessed that his conjecture was probably true. Unexpectedly, a novel hero like Jiang Mochen was not good at something, and he even turned out to be painting. All of a sudden, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be alive, and he was no longer the thin text symbols when he read the text before.

He verified his idea, and didn't want to embarrass Jiang Mochen, so he said, "Forget it, a rich man like Jiang Shao probably learned the orthodox painting of sketching when he was young, and he draws it like me and chess The style of painting is different, let me teach you."

Jiang Mochen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "That's really hard work for Mr. Yan."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "You're welcome."

Jiang Mochen: ... Heh.

Qiqi listened to the conversation between the two of them, and when he heard Yan Qingchi say that he was the one to teach, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qingchi.

He took another piece of paper, pointed at the dog Yan Qingchi had drawn by himself before, looked at him, and didn't speak.

"Do you want me to teach you how to draw this?" Yan Qingchi asked inducingly.

Qiqi nodded, looked at him with bright eyes, but still didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi looked at the yearning in his eyes and felt his silence, feeling a little distressed for a moment.

Although there are many people in this world who are silent by nature and do not like to talk, Qiqi should not be naturally like this. He has a childlike curiosity and liking for many things, and is willing and willing to accept new things. Although he often She doesn't speak, but looks at you with a pair of talking eyes. Yan Qingchi contacted himself, the problem of Xindaoqiqi should still be psychological, he was probably reminded by others, or he was quiet and obedient in order to protect himself, and he didn't say much or do much.

This cannot be changed in a day or two, but he is not in a hurry. If their marriage goes well, he will still have half his life to live with this child. It will always make him no longer afraid, like an ordinary child , Talk about making a fuss.

Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper. He glanced at Qiqi. Qiqi understood his meaning very smartly. He also picked up the pen and imitated the stroke. Then, seeing Qiqi, Yan Qingchi turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen naturally.

Seeing Qiqi turning his head to look at him, Jiang Mochen paused for a moment. He unconsciously looked at Yan Qingchi, and was a little surprised to see Yan Qingchi. Jiang Mochen glared at Yan Qingchi again with resentment, secretly thought, he really shouldn't let Yan Qingchi watch chess today, this is a good game, not only let himself draw, but also let himself learn to draw!

Jiang Mochen can't wait to stand up and leave this room immediately, or jump over the chess and chess, and beat Yan Qingchi's dog's head violently, let him show off again, let him do it again!

Yan Qingchi looked at him staring at him, and silently defended himself: I am wronged, I didn't let you learn.

"It's not that you just asked me to draw." Jiang Mochen retorted silently.

Yan Qingchi felt that he was sincerely innocent: I obviously helped you out just now, okay? Otherwise, you will show Qiqi your painting skills right now.

Jiang Mochen looked at him with a sneer: Who is the culprit of this matter?

Yan Qingchi's eyes widened at once, and in the next second, he looked at him with a mixture of sadness, innocence, grievance and even some heartbroken.

Jiang Mochen couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away, it was too hot, and this scene was too scary, he didn't dare to look at it.

Seeing him turning his head, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing, just as the corner of his lips curled up, he saw Qiqi looking at him. Yan Qingchi was about to ask him what's the matter, when he saw Qiqi turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen again, Jiang Mochen had no choice but to look down at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Mochen looked at Liao Sibo's back, and the anger in his heart kept rising. He wanted to chase after Liao Sibo and settle the matter tonight, but he was worried that Yan Qingchi didn't know anyone else. If he left like this, he would go out. During this period of time, Yan Qingchi didn't know if it would be embarrassing.

"Mo Chen." Sun Xun called out to him, raised his eyes and looked at the door, as if he was asking about his attitude.

"Let him go." Jiang Mochen said coldly, "If he never learns to respect and speak well, he won't use it in the future."

He has always been mild-tempered, and he has a somewhat irrelevant indifference to most things. Now because Yan Qingchi said such cold words, Yu Xihe and Ren Xu couldn't help but exchanged glances silently , secretly thought, it seems that although the marriage was hastily married, it not only has legal benefits, but also emotional benefits, at least Jiang Mochen himself is willing to protect.

"Okay, okay," Ren Xu said to smooth things over, "The annoying guy has already left, so let's not be angry about him, it's the first time my sister-in-law sees us, come on, let's have a drink together One cup, just take it as an apology for his sister-in-law, sister-in-law, don't be angry."

"That's right, there's no reason for a good night to turn your mood away for someone else." Yu Xihe winked at Sun Xun while talking, and Sun Xun quickly went to get the wine glass.

Yan Qingchi has never been a character who can't show his hands, so he smiled, took their wine, and drank a glass with them.

This matter has been revealed.

When everyone was done playing, Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi planned to leave. They both drank and couldn't drive. Jiang Mochen is also a public figure, so he simply called his assistant over.

In the quiet carriage, Yan Qingchi sat by the window, slightly opened the window in the night, watching the wind blowing outside the window.

Jiang Mochen looked at him quietly.

After arriving at the destination, the assistant said a few words to Jiang Mochen and left.

Yan Qingchi was a little sleepy, reached out to push the car door, and was about to get out of the car, but suddenly heard Jiang Mochen say, "I'm sorry."

Yan Qingchi looked back at him, and saw Jiang Mochen's serious face, "Liao Sibo is my friend about today's matter, but I'm sorry for embarrassing you in public."

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to apologize to himself so seriously, he thought the matter was over, after he slapped Liao Sibo in the face and asked him to apologize, he didn't expect Jiang Mochen to still care about it .

Is this matter related to Jiang Mochen? Of course there was, that was his friend, but he spoke ill of him directly, he didn't restrain his friend well, of course he was at fault. However, there are only mistakes. The mouth is on Liao Sibo, even if he once swore to Jiang Mochen that he would definitely conflict with him, who can guarantee that he will not suddenly change his mind and insult him openly?

In the final analysis, Liao Sibo's embarrassment is only because he is not Yuan Mingxu, has nothing to do with Jiang Mochen, and has nothing to do with himself. If anyone who is not Yuan Mingxu appears next to Jiang Mochen today, he will have this kind of result . Therefore, there is no need to haggle over every detail.

Yan Qingchi doesn't like people who care about these things very much. For him, whoever is sorry for him, he just needs to learn a lesson and go back. He has the ability to solve things, so there is no need to worry about this kind of things that have already been solved Keep wasting time and energy.

He smiled, "So, you just kept staring at me because of this?"

"Of course not." Jiang Mochen retorted habitually.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, wondering why the other party asked this suddenly, and then remembered that he had indeed stared at him for a long time just now, and was a little embarrassed for a while, but because of the things he cared about now, he could only continue to be serious Said, "Liao Sibo and I are both responsible for what happened today, there will be no next time, I assure you."