Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 273.Extra: Hoso (53)

This is an anti-theft stamp. He is young, so the paintings he draws are unavoidably immature. They are standard children's drawing methods, but after Yan Qingchi has seen them, he just draws his paintings and presses his hand next to his puppy. The drawing method added a puppy.

Qiqi bent his eyes to watch him draw, and after 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.

Jiang Mochen looked at the painting that suddenly appeared in front of him, only hated himself for slipping 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 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 and 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.

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?"

"Why aren't you worried that you fell in love with someone else or that your old relationship rekindled?" Jiang Mochen asked back.

When Yan Qingchi heard the resurgence of old love, he knew that Jiang Mochen had indeed investigated him, and also knew about the past between the original owner and Li Xinran. He thought about it and asked, "Do you think you are good enough?"

"Of course." Jiang Mochen said confidently.

"That's right." Yan Qingchi leaned on the back of the chair, and said calmly: "Since you are good enough, and I face you all day long, why do you still like others?"

Jiang Mochen was taken aback by his rhetorical question, this sentence...why does it seem to be flirting with him...

Yan Qingchi patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think so much about what you have and what you don't have. When you should like it, it's useless to say so much now. If you shouldn't like it, it's even more useless for you to say these words Remember what I said, the past is over, don't look back in the future, and don't do things that are sorry to each other, even if it is to give Qiqi a normal growth environment, even if you and I don't have love, we must create A peaceful and warm look, understand?"

Jiang Mochen reached out and took his hand down, "Don't worry, Qiqi is my son, I care more about him than you do."

"That's the best." After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and said goodbye to him, got out of the car, and walked to his own community.

Jiang Mochen watched him step by step towards the car away from him, and frowned silently. Yan Qingchi's back is very good-looking, not only good-looking, but also indifferent and unrestrained. He looked at it quietly, and remembered what he said just now. Combined with Yan Qingchi, who is stupid and pretentious, he was a little confused for a moment, what kind of personality is this person? Is it true that he married himself just for the 50 million?

He thought of Yan Qingchi's sentence just now: I face you all day, why do I like others. Jiang Mochen was suddenly a little irritable, he couldn't, he likes himself, right?

It's just that before this idea had time to germinate, he pushed it back into the soil again. As far as he is concerned, it doesn't matter whether he likes Yan Qingchi or not, so since he doesn't like Yan Qingchi, there is no need for him to speculate on other people's minds.

He restrained his thoughts, and the moment Yan Qingchi entered the community, he turned the car around and drove back. He doesn't need and doesn't want to spend any time here at Yan Qingchi, he just lives with a partner, each takes what he needs, and doesn't need so much pursuit.

Soon, Yan Qingchi got the certificate with Jiang Mochen on a sunny day. The marriage certificate was very red, no different from the ones he had seen before crossing. He looked at the marriage certificate in his hand and heaved a long sigh.

Jiang Mochen looked at him, "What, do you regret it?"

"That's not true, I'm just feeling that my short but pleasant single life ended like this. Haven't you heard that marriage is the tomb of love, we..."

"There is no love between us." Jiang Mochen interrupted him to remind.

"That's even more terrifying," Yan Qingchi looked at him, "An ordinary marriage is like a cemetery, but for us, it's a barren grave with no end in sight!"

Jiang Mochen: ...

"Would you like to have a drink with me and lament the single happiness that has left us?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

The two of them have also been together for a while, and they are much more familiar with each other than when they first met, so that Jiang Mochen has lost his gentle appearance, revealing the not so beautiful inside under his beautiful skin.

Sure enough, after hearing his invitation, Jiang Mochen let out a "huh", "I don't have time."

Yan Qingchi felt that he missed the Jiang Mochen he met at the beginning, so he still pretended to be gentle, unlike now, he has exposed his indifferent nature without fear.

He pretended to be shocked, and looked at the person in the driver's seat in disbelief, "Today is the day for us to get the certificate, you told me that you don't have time? What you promised earlier will fulfill the responsibility of a husband, Will you try your best to satisfy my request?" Yan Qingchi shook his head and said with emotion: "Sure enough, all good-looking men are deceptive."

Jiang Mochen looked at him coldly, "When you say this, you can first look at your face in the mirror."