Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 184. One Eighty Four

This is the anti-theft badge Then, he kicked off the ball.

Ren Xu touched Jiang Mochen, "Hey, you are quite interesting, Liao Sibo was about to explode when he deliberately kissed you just now."

He looked at Jiang Mochen, "Speaking of which, why did he react so strongly? Damn, Liao Sibo doesn't have a crush on you, does he?"

Jiang Mochen glanced at him speechlessly, "You haven't passed the Chinese language since you were young, right?"

"Nonsense, I failed in English."

"Almost, it's related to reading comprehension anyway."

"That's because I can't remember the words, so I don't understand."

"So it's an honor not to remember words?"

Ren Xu was about to refute, when Liao Sibo laughed and said, "Yo, I thought you were very powerful just now, but that's all."

Ren Xu turned his head and saw that there had been a change of people at the billiard court, and it was Liao Sibo's turn.

"Hey, don't worry, after a while Liao Sibo finishes playing, I'll take him away immediately, this thing is so worthless today, it's a shame."

"Then hit him and let him go."

Ren Xu thought for a while, "It's fine, as long as you don't slap your face, or your mother will cry when she sees it."

Jiang Mochen sneered, "That won't do, I'll just slap my face today."

Ren Xu patted him on the shoulder, "I hope your partner will not be angry."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, and saw him staring at Liao Sibo's movements. Is Yan Qingchi angry? He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't see it, he looked no different from the past, he was still calm and gentle, without resentment or anger, only a sudden superficial touch just now, like sparks splashing on the skin With scorching heat.

Jiang Mochen couldn't understand his emotions, just like he couldn't understand what Yan Qingchi was thinking at the moment.

Yan Qingchi actually thought very simple, because he felt that he felt pretty good, almost, and should win.

Liao Sibo hit several **** in a row before exiting the field complacently, and said with some contempt, "Wait a while and lose, don't cry."

Yan Qingchi smiled, turned his head and said, "I will return this sentence to you intact.

"Hmph, you're still talking big."

Yan Qingchi ignored him, took the club, and walked to the edge of the stage. He lowered his body, settled his posture, squinted his eyes slightly, and then hit the cue ball.

In Yan Qingchi's memory, he played billiards by himself a long time ago. At that time, he did not call this sport billiards, but called him billiards with his father. This is the American billiards. Later, in pursuit of new trends, he played snooker with his friends.

Because of family reasons, Yan Qingchi has to be good at many games—of course he needs to be good at it, because he is his father's son, and his father is far from ordinary, and he was lucky enough to be Adoption by such a person will naturally set many goals for himself. He hopes that he is good enough, so good that even if his father has been washed away and become the most common uncle who raises birds and walks dogs, he can still become a leader of the younger generation, protect his younger brother, and protect the new family. enterprise.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingchi couldn't help sighing, it's a good thing he still has a younger brother, otherwise, how could his parents endure such an inexplicable time travel.

Thinking this way, he felt a little nostalgic for scoring the last goal in the past.

Then turned to look at the people who were already staying aside, tilted their heads slightly, and said naturally, "I won."

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he spoke in a calm tone, as if this was a perfectly natural thing, but the other people present were obviously not as calm as him.

Liao Sibo came over, looked at him and then at the desktop, with an expression of disbelief.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you want another game?"

"Come on." Liao Sibo shouted.

"Me first you first?"

"Me first."

This time Liao Sibo didn't let him, holding his cue tremblingly, looking at the reloaded **** on the table.

Ren Xu turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen, "Your partner still has such skills, amazing."

Jiang Mochen's face was a little serious, and he said, "I don't know."

He really didn't know, it wasn't written in the information he read about Yan Qingchi, and he hadn't played with Yan Qingchi before when he came into contact with him, even though Yan Qingchi said before the game to reassure him, he knew For Liao Sibo's strength, I only thought that Yan Qingchi was trying to comfort him, but unexpectedly, his reassurance was just telling the truth - his strength was far above Liao Sibo's.

Liao Sibo scored several goals in a row before leaving the field due to a mistake, watching Yan Qingchi start playing.

Yan Qingchi glanced at him, walked to the position he chose without haste, then lowered his body and started to attack.

His figure is very good-looking, his side face when aiming is quiet like a painting, his fingers are very slender, Jiang Mochen watched these hands hold the paintbrush, and now he sees him holding the cue.

Yan Qingchi seemed to have noticed his gaze, and slightly raised his eyelids in his direction, his eyebrows were flying, charming and provocative, he smiled, a little gentle, a little seductive, and picturesque.

Then, Yan Qingchi withdrew his eyes and concentrated on hitting the ball.

Liao Sibo watched him advance all the way, calm and confident, and his sanity was slowly broken with the sound of impact. It wasn't until Yan Qingchi put away the cue at the end, and said the natural as if I won the sentence again, that he finally regained some clarity and looked at him blankly.

Yan Qingchi stood on the other side of the table and asked him, "Is it better?"

Liao Sibo did not speak.

"If you don't compare, please apologize to me."

Liao Sibo was startled, he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, and saw Yan Qingchi's expression was indifferent, but the seriousness in his words could not be ignored. Say it. The mouth grows on you. You don’t like me and you want to scold me. Said, what you say is not only insulting me, but also insulting Jiang Mochen. You two are friends, so the matter between you and him is up to you to settle, but on my side, you need to apologize to me, because I don't like it , I have no reason to accept such insults from you."

Liao Sibo was stunned and looked straight at him.

No one thought that Yan Qingchi would say such a thing at this time, just like no one thought that he would win against Liao Sibo.

"Apologize." Jiang Mochen took the lead in speaking out in the silence, breaking the solemnity.

He walked up to Liao Sibo, stared at him, and said in a serious tone, "I don't care what the reason is, you have been targeting him like this all the time. But Yan Qingchi didn't do anything to apologize to you, nor did he say anything about you No, you have no reason to scold him like that. If it's because of me, you've made enough trouble today, Liao Sibo, if you don't apologize to him, then there's no need for us to contact him again in the future. "

Liao Sibo looked at him in shock, "You want to break up with me for him."

"I'm an adult, it would be childish to say that breaking up the relationship is childish. I just want to tell you that he and I are now husband and wife, a legally recognized legal partner. If you insult him in public, you are insulting me. You hit me in the face today. Isn't that enough?"

Liao Sibo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Okay, we are all brothers, why is it getting more and more serious." Yu Xihe came over and persuaded, "Sibo, what happened today was that you were unreasonable first, and an apology is not too much, what should I say?" She is also Mo Chen's daughter-in-law, do you think what you said is appropriate?"

"That's right, you can just apologize, sister-in-law is not considered an outsider, and she is not ashamed." Ren Xu added.

Liao Sibo looked at them, then at Jiang Mochen with a serious face, and finally turned his face to Yan Qingchi who looked quite calm.

He shook his head, and said in a rough voice, "I'm sorry."

"What else?"

"I shouldn't have said that about you."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Okay," he said, "For the sake of being Jiang Mochen's friend, I forgive you."

Liao Sibo looked at him, gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Qiqi will answer this question, so he immediately shook his head and said cooperatively, "No."

"Then go eat this, you children should like it."

Yan Qingchi dragged him into a fast food restaurant, ordered a hamburger, fried chicken, fries and a sundae, and he also ordered a drink for Qiqi.

"Taste it and see if you like it." He opened the burger and handed it to Qiqi.

Qiqi took a bite, and after eating the salad dressing, he felt sour and sweet, so he took a few more bites.

Looking at his expression, Yan Qingchi knew that he should like it.

He was talking to Qiqi while eating. Qiqi had a small appetite and was full before him. Yan Qingchi touched his stomach and said, "Round."

Qiqi reached out to touch his as well, and said doubtfully, "Your is not round."

Yan Qingchi laughed loudly, "Of course I can't be round. A child who is round is called cute, and an adult who is round is called heart-wrenching."

Not knowing much about chess, Yan Qingchi scratched his nose, "Let's go, it's time for us to go home."

When passing by the bookstore, Yan Qingchi took Qiqi to buy some books, "In the future, I can teach you how to read, do you know how to read now?"

Qiqi nodded.

"That chess game is very good, I will continue to work hard in the future."

"Yes." Qiqi looked at him with bent eyes.

After going out for a day, and then returning home, both of them were inevitably a little tired. Yan Qingchi took a bath for Qiqi. Qiqi originally planned to watch animation, but fell asleep after watching it for ten minutes. Yan Qingchi picked him up and put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and piled the dolls he caught today on the other side of the bed before leaving.

He simply rinsed it, went back to his room and turned on the computer. It happened that his manager Li Jiang sent him a WeChat message, saying that he had sent him a new script for him to read.