Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 256. Extra Story: Wei Lan (three six)

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"Yeah."

"Why is it so sudden, you didn't tell me, and I didn't give you any money."

"We haven't had a wedding yet, and everyone hasn't given their share of the money. Let's wait until the wedding."

"Oh." Yuan Mingxu responded.

The two were silent for a while.

"Speaking of which, who is your marriage partner?"

"You don't know, it was given by your family when you were young."

"Baby kiss? You can also make a baby kiss?"

Jiang Mochen was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Yuan Mingxu froze for a moment, then said in a stuttering manner, "I am, I am just curious."

"There is nothing to be curious about. You don't know each other. When you come back, we will meet and you will know each other."

"What kind of person is the other party?"

"Nice guy."

"Really, then congratulations."

"Thank you."

Yuan Mingxu was silent again. He didn't know what to say. He held the phone and said slowly, "Actually, it's fine to get married. After all, there is no one who doesn't have a family. It's just," he lowered his voice. Eyes, "I feel that I may not be able to hold on any longer. I may not have a home of my own in this life."

Jiang Mochen thought what he said was ridiculous and boring, he thought to himself, what's the use of you telling me these things?

"Yuan Mingxu, I still have something to do here. If you have nothing else to do, I will hang up first."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Only Yuan Mingxu was left alone, holding the phone in disbelief, Jiang Mochen actually hung up his phone, Jiang Mochen who had always been gentle and protective of him actually hung up his phone! Yuan Mingxu couldn't believe it. He looked at the phone and suddenly panicked.

Jiang Mochen hung up the phone, lowered his head, blinked, and sighed softly.

Just at the moment when he was sighing, he suddenly felt the side of his face being icy, and he turned his head reflexively. Before he could get angry, he saw Yan Qingchi standing behind the bench, his eyebrows and eyes curved Passed the Coke over, "Here, please drink Coke."

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face, Jiang Mochen could only helplessly take it, and said, "You are five years old, as old as chess, and you still play this, and you don't even play chess."

Qiqi heard his name, looked up and asked him, "What are you playing?"

Yan Qingchi froze the small cup of juice on his face, Qiqi shrank back a bit, but felt the coolness was very comfortable, so he giggled.

"Look, chess and chess are not too cold, but you are still too cold. Uncle Jiang, are you 50 years old? Do you need longan and wolfberry health tea in a thermos?"

Jiang Mochen was very curious about his ability to respond accurately every time, "Did you use to be on the debate team? I think you have a good eloquence. You should change your career to talk about talk shows. It's definitely better than you are now." Red."

"It's up to you, Boss. After two days, I signed a contract with Nancheng. The company can't decide the route plan. If you decide to let me talk on the talk show, Boss, I can only listen to you." .”

"You still know that I am your boss, I don't think you have the slightest fear of me."

"What do you want me to be afraid of you? Seeing you every day is like meeting the dean?"

"It's okay."

"But it is illegal for the dean and the students to drive."

Jiang Mochen almost spit out a mouthful of Coke, "The child is still here, be careful what you say, and get on the road."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "How can Qiqi understand these meanings, just stop thinking about it yourself."

Jiang Mochen didn't speak, he felt that if he died young one day, he would be mad at Yan Qingchi, and his mouth would have to be sewn up sooner or later!

After drinking the drinks and eating the popcorn, the three of them calmly started to play the next project. After all, Qiqi was young, and he was a little tired after playing in the afternoon, but he rarely came to the playground and always wanted to stay longer, so the three of them found a restaurant for dinner, and waited until it was dark before bringing Qiqi leave.

Qiqi was really tired and a little sleepy, so he fell asleep leaning against Yan Qingchi in the car. Jiang Mochen saw from the rearview mirror that Yan Qingchi pulled the blanket on the car to cover Qiqi, and when he looked up, his eyes met.

"Tired?" Yan Qingchi asked him, "If you are tired, let me drive."

"You'd better sit still."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Qiqi is very happy today."

"Well, I can see it."

"After a while, when school starts in September, is Qiqi going to kindergarten or elementary school?"

"Elementary school."

Yan Qingchi nodded, and he looked down at Qiqi, "Going to elementary school and meeting some new friends is also a new start for him."

"Yeah."

That's great, Yan Qingchi thought, a new start, a new future, he will use himself as a chess piece, in the vast world, step by step, start his own beautiful future.

Two days later, Li Jiang finally returned to City X. Yan Qingchi and Xingyue officially terminated the contract. On the day of the termination, he formally signed a contract with Nancheng. Nancheng's senior manager, Guan Mei, became his new manager. On this day, Yan Qingchi finally ushered in his first role on the road to stardom—the male number three of "Lost", and the young college student Meng Luo who is both the son of the victim and the ultimate murderer of the case.

The first time Yan Qingchi heard about this role was from Jiang Mochen. He looked at Jiang Mochen, "So you mean that the male number three of your crew is free now, let me audition?"

"Yeah."

"But isn't this movie about to start in half a month? Why is there a character suddenly vacant?"

"Meng Luo's setting is a college student. In order to reflect his age, he previously set a young actor. That is, in the first two months, this actor was broadcast as the male second in a TV series. The effect was not bad. He Because of this, I received some invitations, including the male lead of a TV series. As for the male lead, naturally everyone wants to act. But Director Wang doesn't like someone to interfere in his own drama, and the drama he played the leading role in is also the same. The filming started recently, so Director Wang expressed his attitude to the young actor's agent after he knew about it. The two parties negotiated for a long time, but the actor was still unwilling to give up the male lead, so Director Wang decided to give up on him and find another suitable candidate. You also know that this drama is about to start. At this time, it is time to change people. The time is tight and the tasks are heavy. The director asked me if I had any recommendations. I thought about it. You are also in this age group, and you look like a college student. How about your acting skills, that's why I asked you to try it out, and if you get selected, of course it's the best, but if you can't, "Jiang Mochen looked him up and down, "Then you should work hard."

"When shall I go then?"

"Tomorrow, Guan Mei will take you there."

"Then what kind of personality is this character?"

Jiang Mochen thought for a while, and said to him simply, "I can only give you a general idea, but don't worry, you go to the audition tomorrow, and someone will tell you about the play, and you don't understand when the time comes You can ask him."

"Okay." Yan Qingchi nodded, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I hope we can meet again on the set."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Yes."

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!

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

He is young, so the paintings he draws are unavoidably immature, which are standard children's drawing methods, but after Yan Qingchi has seen them, he adds his paintings 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 and looked at it. After a while, he saw a bird appearing 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.