Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 206. Fanwai: Variety Show Recording for a Family of Four (12)

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After he parked the car, he saw Yan Qingchi opened the rear door, put a large bag in, then closed it, opened the co-pilot's door, and sat up.

"That's it?"

"A gift for Qiqi." Yan Qingchi said.

"So much?"

"Children don't dislike too many gifts." Yan Qingchi fastened his seat belt, "Did you feel that you had a lot of toys when you were young?"

Jiang Mochen smiled and "hummed", glanced at him, and didn't speak again.

The night before yesterday after seeing Yan Qingchi, he told Qiqi that he was going to get married, and that Yan Qingchi would come to see him, and he even brought it up again before leaving this morning. Qiqidu just nodded obediently, "Mmmm" in response.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mochen reminded, "Qiqi has a slow personality. After you meet him, just talk to him and play with him. If he doesn't want to play or talk, you don't need to be too excited. Urgent, after all, there is still time in the future."

"Okay."

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he heard a ringing in his hand. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and saw his agent send a WeChat message saying that he had chosen two scripts for him and let him have a look. Yan Qingchi replied "Hello" and put the phone away.

The car stopped at a high-end villa area that he had never heard of, but it was not cheap to the naked eye. Yan Qingchi followed Jiang Mochen out of the car, took a gift for Qiqi and went to the elevator.

In order to make the meeting between Yan Qingchi and Qiqi not too embarrassing, Jiang Mochen deliberately chose a lunch time, thinking that he could chat during the meal. If Qiqi obviously doesn't like Yan Qingchi, he can also be appropriate Save the field.

Opening the door and changing shoes, Yan Qingchi smelled a fragrance. Seeing Jiang Mochen came back, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "The young master is back." She saw Yan Qingchi behind Jiang Mochen, and was stunned After a while, he quickly adjusted his expression and said with a smile, "Master Yan."

Yan Qingchi nodded at her, "Hello."

"Where's chess?" Jiang Mochen asked.

"It's in my own room." Aunt Zhang said, "Master, go and watch chess first. I still have a fish that's not ready yet. I'll eat later."

"Okay."

Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Qiqi."

When going up the stairs, Yan Qingchi asked, "Who was that just now?"

"It's Aunt Zhang, who took care of me since I was a child. Later, I moved out. Because I couldn't cook, Aunt Zhang came to help me cook and do housework. After adopting Qiqi, I was worried that I would not be around. Qiqi would be boring alone, or I don’t know what happened, so I let Aunt Zhang live here and help me take care of Qiqi.”

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Oh".

The two quickly went up the stairs and came outside the chess and chess room. Jiang Mochen knocked on the door first, and then stretched out his hand to push it away. Yan Qingchi saw the spacious room. On the chair in front of the table, he turned his head and looked at them with a pair of black and white eyes.

Jiang Mochen walked in, glanced at the painting on the table in front of him, and said, "Are you drawing?"

Qiqi nodded, "Yes".

"The painting is good." Jiang Mochen praised in a warm voice.

Qiqi smiled and said, "Thank you."

His voice still has the inherent softness of a child, and it sounds very pleasant, like glutinous rice cakes. Yan Qingchi thinks it's a little cute, and even wants to rub his head.

"This is Uncle Yan, I told you before." Jiang Mochen introduced.

Qiqi turned to look at him, and said obediently, "Hello, Uncle Yan."

Yan Qingchi responded with a smile, "Good chess."

Qiqi smiled again and didn't speak.

"Let's go downstairs to eat." Jiang Mochen said, holding Qiqi, "Let's go."

Qiqi nodded, obediently followed him downstairs.

Aunt Zhang knew that Yan Qingchi was coming, so she made a very sumptuous table. She never ate with Jiang Mochen, and after serving them the food, she returned to her room with her own food.

In the bright restaurant, Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen, who didn't talk much, and at Chess and Chess who was eating quietly, wondering if he should find some topics, but he was never too familiar with him naturally. He has a lively personality, so after opening two topics and being quickly chatted to death by Jiang Mochen, he could only eat in silence, and gave Qiqi some food by the way.

The three of them quickly finished their meal. Jiang Mochen still had something to do, so he talked to Yan Qingchi and Qiqi before going to the study.

Qiqi watched him leave, and followed him back to his room.

Leaving only Yan Qingchi sitting alone in the empty restaurant, he crossed his arms and thought about the situation before him, then stood up and began to tidy up. However, not long after he cleaned up, Aunt Zhang appeared, saying "Master Yan, what are you doing?" while taking the bowl in his hand.

Yan Qingchi was also the young master of the family before crossing, seeing this, he didn't give in, and went out according to Aunt Zhang's wishes. He washed his hands in the bathroom, then went up the stairs, knocked on the door, and pushed open the door of Qiqi.

Qiqi didn't sit on a chair this time, he sat on the carpet, looking at him vigilantly with his cat's eyes raised.

Yan Qingchi took the lead in releasing his kindness and asked, "Can I come in?"

Qiqi didn't speak, just looked at him.

Therefore, Yan Qingchi walked in cheekily and closed the door behind him.

Qiqi frowned slightly, but didn't drive him out, just still looked at him and didn't speak.

While he was watching, Yan Qingchi walked up to him step by step.

He looked down, "Are you playing checkers?"

Qiqi also lowered his head, looked at his chessboard, and remained silent.

Yan Qingchi felt that he was indeed a little too quiet, not only quiet, but also let go of his docile obedience in front of Jiang Mochen.

He sat down on the carpet, didn't speak any more, just looked at the chessboard in front of him.

Qiqi looked at him, saw that he didn't speak, just looked at his chessboard, then looked down at the chessboard.

He just learned checkers a while ago, and he was still in the stage of groping, and he only took a few simple steps on the board.

He thought Yan Qingchi would say something, but Yan Qingchi didn't say anything.

Seeing that Yan Qingchi was quiet, he didn't speak any more, looked at the chess pieces by himself, and then jumped down.

Yan Qingchi looked at his movements and felt that the child in front of him was quite smart. As a puzzle game, checkers still required some effort. He rarely saw children willing to play chess by themselves , and step by step, play according to the rules.

Just started playing chess, and after jumping the last two rows, he couldn't do it anymore. He puffed up his cheeks and looked at the chessboard with some embarrassment. Finally, he had to return all the chess pieces to their original positions.

He was fiddling with it, but suddenly there were hands in front of him, straightening the marbles he had just messed up on the opposite side, and arranged them into a triangle.

Qiqi just remembered that there was another person in his room, but he didn't speak or move, and concentrated on playing chess by himself, so he ignored it.

He looked up at Yan Qingchi, not understanding what he was doing.

After drawing chess and chess in a similar manner, he turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen. Jiang Mochen looked at the sky speechlessly, thinking that it was his own, and probably really couldn't hide it. He frantically picked up the pen, and drew a stroke according to Yan Qingchi's drawing.

Qiqi saw that he had finished drawing, so he went to see Yan Qingchi again.

Yan Qingchi drew a stroke quickly, Qiqi followed quickly, and then went to see Jiang Mochen to see if he finished the painting.

Jiang Mochen felt that the few minutes of painting were as long as returning to his elementary school class. He looked at the drawing book in his hand, but he couldn't draw the pattern on the book. It's the same as children's stick figures.

This is one of Jiang Mochen's rare and depressing times that he doesn't want to recall. He couldn't figure out why he had been proficient in everything since he was a child, but he almost died in painting. He didn't want to give up easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't do it well. Born without the skill of lighting up painting, no matter how hard he tries, he can only be a low-level handicap.

Jiang Mochen sighed silently in his heart, and thought to himself, no one is perfect, and no gold is pure, but he whispered in his heart, Yan Qingchi is really a talent, this is the second time we met, He figured out his own shortcoming, very good, he wants to see how long he can pretend to be smart, but don't make a fool into his hands, and then he will let Yan Qingchi sit down properly. Give him a good painting in this room, painting him for three days and three nights, in the middle of the night, so that he can't stop painting.

The three of them drew with their own moods. Jiang Mochen took advantage of a phone call in the middle and left quickly with his drawing paper. After that, he never entered the room of Qiqi again. Shanshan appeared, surprised that you guys finished the painting.

Yan Qingchi didn't expose him. After finishing the painting teaching, he had another meal at Jiang Mochen's house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mochen got up to send him off, Yan Qingchi handed the gift he brought to Qiqi.

He took out a Rubik's Cube and asked Qiqi, "Do you know what this is?"

Qiqi nodded, "Rubik's Cube."

"Can you play?"

Qiqi still nodded.

"Then you play first, wait for me to come next time, and see if you play well."

Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't make a sound, he closed his mouth slowly, and just nodded.

Yan Qingchi stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, Qiqi didn't resist, and quietly looked at him with bent eyes, like a gentle little moon.

"Then I'll come see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.

Qiqi nodded obediently, his eyes were full of softness.

Yan Qingchi thinks that he is a bit like a doll in the window, he looks good, and he has a pair of eyes that can talk, and when he bends his eyes, there is tenderness and warmth in him, which makes people can't help liking him. However, he was cautious, protecting himself with immature arms, and looked at the outside world cautiously and restrainedly.

He waved goodbye to Qiqi and left with Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen sent Yan Qingchi home in a very gentlemanly manner. After the car stopped, he turned to look at Yan Qingchi and asked, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"

"I'm very happy." Yan Qingchi said truthfully.

Jiang Mochen snorted coldly.

Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, "What, are you unhappy?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to be so preoccupied under his gentle appearance, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed, he bumped Jiang Mochen's arm, "You've been preoccupied all day, aren't you tired?"

Jiang Mochen turned to stare at him, "Shut up."

Yan Qingchi made an OK gesture, "Let's skip this topic and change the topic."

Jiang Mochen thought for a while, and finally got a serious expression, and said seriously: "What do you think of Qiqi?"

"Very cute, well-behaved, and sensible."

"Do you like him?" Jiang Mochen continued to ask.

"I like it."

This answer was expected by Jiang Mochen.

"Do you want to see him tomorrow?"

"Yes, can't you?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Mochen looked at him, "Since you have already made an agreement with him, then go, next time, tell me first."

He is the father of the child, so Yan Qingchi naturally couldn't refuse such a request: "Okay."

After the two of them finished chatting about their children, they chatted a few words about their marriage. Jiang Mochen said calmly, "Although it may be cruel to say this, I still want to make it clear in advance that marriage between you and me is not based on love. Basically, it's about what you want and what you want," he looked at Yan Qingchi, "the reason why you are willing to promise me, whether it's for the 50 million or for other things, I can give it, As long as it’s not too much, I’m willing to give it to you. So, if I can’t give it to you, then you’d better not think about it.”

His words were a little cold, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "I won't fall in love with anyone easily, so after marriage, I may, no, I should, and I shouldn't like you very much, I can assure you that I can fulfill the responsibilities of a husband, and I will cooperate with your ideas and requirements as much as possible. But, I hope you can remember what I said tonight, don't do it for the so-called love after marriage If you don't love but get entangled, that will only make yourself look ugly."

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to say these words so indifferently, he looked at Jiang Mochen, and could only see the calmness and indifference in his eyes. Yan Qingchi felt that everyone was indeed a polyhedron. Five minutes ago, Jiang Mochen was still haggling with him, more childish than chess, and now he was able to calmly discuss conditions with himself, paving the way for his future.