Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 104. one zero four

Chapter One Hundred and Four:

A little girl with twin ponytails and a red cloak saw her and came over. She didn't like playing snowball fights, but wanted to build a snowman with others, so she stepped forward and asked, "Are you making a snowman?" Is it?"

Yan Qingchi nodded.

The little girl asked timidly: "Then can I play with you?"

Yan Qingchi looked at Qiqi, who pouted reluctantly.

Yan Qingchi smiled and said to the little girl: "No, we two are going to build a snowman with our own efforts, thank you for your help, but we have to do our own things, so let's make it ourselves first , You are such a kind little girl."

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Then call me if you need help, and I'll go and make one myself."

"Sure."

Seeing her leaving, Yan Qingchi looked back at Qiqi and gave him a wink.

Qiqi pursed his lips, and said in embarrassment, "Dad, is it not good for me to be like this?"

His little hand was wearing gloves, and he patted the rolled snowball. He lowered his head and blamed himself a little.

Yan Qingchi said softly: "No, everyone has their own little thoughts. It's normal for Qiqi not to want her to play with us, as long as Qiqi is happy."

Hearing what he said, Qiqi felt relieved and explained: "Qiqi has never built a snowman with Dad, so I want to build a snowman with Dad, without other people. Wait until the next time, Qiqi can do it Stacked with the children."

Yan Qingchi said "hmm", "Dad has never piled chess and chess together, so Dad also wants to pile with chess and chess, and build a snowman belonging to the two of us."

Qiqi smiled with his eyes bent, didn't speak, and continued to make snowmen.

It took a lot of work for the two of them to finally build the snowman. Yan Qingchi asked Qiqi to stand on the other side, took a selfie with Qiqi and the snowman, and took a few separate photos of the snowman, then put away the phone, thinking that he would never go back, Jiang Mochen guessed It was time to worry again, so I led Qiqi back home.

Qiqi was still a little reluctant to part with Snowman, so he asked him, "Can't you take it home?"

"I can't, the snowman will melt when I take it home."

Qiqi looked back at the snowman behind him in three steps, and asked him reluctantly, "Can I come down to see it later?"

"Okay, we'll come down later."

"Yes." Qiqi said happily.

Jiang Mochen saw from the upstairs window that the two of them had had enough fun and were finally ready to go back to the house, so he was relieved and went to the kitchen to continue learning how to cook. It's really too much to worry about, he thought, before, he only had to worry about one, but now, he has to worry about two, ah no, it's three, it's really a sweet burden.

The meal that night was cooked by Jiang Mochen. The meal was very simple, preserved egg porridge with lean meat and steamed buns made by Yan Qingchi.

In the kitchen, Jiang Mochen called Yan Qingchi in to taste the taste, and said with a guilty conscience, "This is my first time cooking, so the cooking is relatively simple and the taste is average, please take it easy."

Yan Qingchi looked at him, took a spoonful of porridge, "I'll try it first."

Jiang Mochen was a little nervous for a moment, and kept staring at Yan Qingchi, "Is it... alright?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him nervously, and shook his head with emotion, "Oh, I still remember the first time I came to this house, Aunt Zhang was cooking, you said you can't cook, my I was thinking all the time, you are really a young master's habit, but I didn't expect that one day, I was still in this room, and I actually ate the food you cooked." Yan Qingchi said "Tsk", "It's true that fathers are more expensive than sons." Ah." He teased.

Jiang Mochen's expression slowly changed when he heard the words. He looked at Yan Qingchi and asked in a puzzled way, "Do you think it's because of my child that I learned to do this now? It's only good for you. ?”

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to ask such a question, and let out an "ah" in a daze.

Jiang Mochen reviewed the relationship between them. Indeed, Aunt Zhang was cooking before, and Yan Qingchi would occasionally cook a few dishes to give them a different taste. But I have never cooked before, and I haven't even revealed my intentions in this regard.

I started to learn to cook, and even wanted to learn to cook. It was after Yan Qingchi became pregnant. He had a child and was inconvenient. They didn't plan to let Aunt Zhang stay at home, so he proposed to cook by himself. meal. But it's not because of the child in Yan Qingchi's belly, it's just because he loves him.

He looked at Yan Qingchi and said seriously: "Qingchi, I think you misunderstood something."

"Huh?" Yan Qingchi was puzzled.

"I didn't think about learning to cook because you were pregnant and had a child. Of course, the trigger point of the matter was after you were pregnant, but in the final analysis, it was just because the pregnant That's all for you. Although it's a bit shameless to say this, since I was an adult, there have been many people who want to have children for me. If I want children, then even if I like boys, I will have them now. Belonging to one's own biological children."

Yan Qingchi didn't expect his ridicule to attract such a serious explanation from Jiang Mochen, and quickly said: "I didn't mean that."

"I know, but I want to make it clear. The reason why I am nervous about you now and learning to take care of you is not because I care about the child in your womb—of course, I still care about this child, but What’s more, I’m afraid that you will feel uncomfortable during pregnancy, so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. If there is an accident between you and your child, I can only choose one of the two, and I will choose you without hesitation. , do you understand?"

Yan Qingchi heard him talking more and more seriously, and for a moment regretted that he shouldn't have said so much, he approached Jiang Mochen, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, "Okay, I get it, I was just joking with you Well, I didn't expect you to explain it to me so seriously. Let's skip this topic, I think preserved egg and lean meat porridge is delicious, and you have a talent for cooking."

Jiang Mochen smiled slightly, "As long as you like it."

"Then I'll call Qiqi, you take out the meal, let's eat."

"Okay."

Hearing his answer, Yan Qingchi turned around and left the kitchen to call Qiqi. Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at his back, and slowly took out the chess and his bowl from the cupboard.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener does. Jiang Mochen did not expect that there was such a word in Yan Qingchi's heart. He stopped the movements of his hands for a while, only feeling that the time for this child to come was indeed a bit inappropriate. ——He has already sent the final draft of the ring to the designer, asking him to contact the production department to make it out as soon as possible. Jiang Mochen originally planned to use this pair of rings to propose to Yan Qingchi on Valentine's Day, or a little later, in April and May, but now it seems that even if he got the ring, it is not suitable to propose.

When he proposed to Yan Qingchi when he had no children, he could tell Yan Qingchi openly and tell everyone that he liked him and simply liked him, so he hoped that he could be with him forever be together. But once he has a child, everything changes. Even though he can still tell Yan Qingchi openly and tell everyone that he just likes Yan Qingchi, other people, even Yan Qingchi himself, will Do you believe it?

Do you feel that you are only looking out for the sake of your children?

Jiang Mochen didn't like such an assumption, but Yan Qingchi's joke today made him worry.

Their relationship should have nothing to do with the child, but just because of liking, but now, it is mixed with the factor of the child. This gave Jiang Mochen a headache, and even wanted to move this proposal back. What he likes is Yan Qingchi who is Yan Qingchi himself, not Yan Qingchi who is pregnant with his child. If he proposes marriage now, Yan Qingchi or others will misunderstand his liking, then he can wait until After Yan Qingchi gave birth to the child, he only existed as Yan Qingchi again. At that time, he proposed to him again.

Jiang Mochen made this decision almost instantly, so that's fine, he thought, if he really only cares about the child, then Yan Qingchi after giving birth should be worthless, let alone propose, he even He should be ignored and ignored. Don’t you see how many actresses who try to use their children to marry rich families, after giving birth, they leave their mothers to keep their children. The children grow up in wealthy families, and the mother has no status in her life, but is sent a check after giving birth. .

If he really proposes after Yan Qingchi has given birth, then at that time, whether Yan Qingchi or others, he should see clearly who he cares about. Thinking of this, Jiang Mochen felt a little better, but it's a pity, he thought, it's a pity that Yan Qingchi has to wait for a while.

When he thought of this, he felt a little regretful.

Jiang Mochen filled the porridge, took it out, and put the hot buns on a plate and took it out.

Qiqi had already sat down at the dining table, Yan Qingchi saw that there was no dipping sauce on the table, so he went into the kitchen to make three bowls of dipping sauce, and brought them out.

"Let's eat." He looked at the simple food on the table, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a bun, but it was not placed on the plate in front of Qiqi, but on Jiang Mochen's plate, "Thank you for today Chef, the chef has worked hard, please continue to work hard in the future."

Jiang Mochen smiled and said softly, "Okay."

In the evening, it was still snowing in the sky, Qiqi took one last look at his snowman, saw that it looked "fat" after being covered by white snow, giggled for a while, and stretched his fingers Show Yan Qingchi, "Dad, look, it has gained weight."

Yan Qingchi thought his statement was very interesting, so he responded with a smile, "Yes, maybe the little snowman has eaten too."

Qiqi turned to look at him, "But Qiqi also eats, so Qiqi is not fat."

"So Chess is very good." Yan Qingchi coaxed him, "Okay, Chess and Snowman say goodbye, it's time to go to bed."

Qiqi waved his hand at the little snowman, reluctantly left, and went back to sleep.

Yan Qingchi watched him close his eyes, turned off the lights, and returned to his bedroom. He looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, thinking that this afternoon, he and Qiqi both went out to play in the snow, but left Jiang Mochen alone in the house, and with the words he joked in the kitchen afterwards, for a while I feel a little sorry for him.

He turned his head and asked Jiang Mochen, "Do you want to go out and see the snow?"

"Didn't you go out to play this afternoon?"

"It's chess and chess, not you."

Jiang Mochen smiled when he heard the words, "Why, do you want to see the snow with me?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him, "Can't you?"

"Then you won't let me go in the afternoon."

"That's what I know. If you go out to play with me, you will definitely have to worry about things. You are afraid that I will fall and freeze."

"So you think, now that I go out with you, I won't care about it?"

"Of course not," Yan Qingchi approached him, "It's just that I'm willing to let you take care of it now." He looked at Jiang Mochen, "So, do you want to go out with me to see the snow?"

His tone was gentle, and his eyes were filled with warm light. Jiang Mochen looked at him and nodded without principle, "Yeah."

Just as Yan Qingchi thought, Jiang Mochen was really afraid that he would fall and be frozen, so there was no shortage of down jackets, scarves and hats. Yan Qingchi felt a little helpless, "I'm just an enlarged version of chess now."

"Then you don't have chess to listen to me." Jiang Mochen said.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "But I understand you better than chess."

Jiang Mochen smiled when he heard the words, "Let's go, let's go."

The snow in the sky is still falling, Yan Qingchi looked at it, then turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "Is it romantic?"

"To be honest, I have never really understood what is so romantic about a snowy day." Jiang Mochen said.

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "It's not romantic when it's snowing, who is by your side is the romantic one."

Jiang Mochen looked at him, "That's really romantic."

"Do you want to play snowball fights?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Mochen chuckled, "How old am I?"

"But I want to play."

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he rolled up a snowball and threw it at him. Jiang Mochen was about to talk to him when he saw another snowball coming towards him. Seeing this, Jiang Mochen had no choice but to play with him.

The two played for a while before Yan Qingchi finally gave up. Jiang Mochen walked over and touched his gloves, sure enough, they were all wet.

"Are your hands cold?" He said, and took off the gloves on Yan Qingchi's hands, "My mother said, you can't catch cold during this time, and it's best to keep your hands and feet warm."

As Jiang Mochen said, he pulled open his down jacket, put his hand in, stuck it on his sweater, and covered it carefully.

Looking at him, Yan Qingchi felt a little warm in his heart.

Seeing that he did not speak, Jiang Mochen thought that he felt that he was too nervous again, so he said: "You said it yourself, you are willing to let me take care of it now."

Yan Qingchi felt a little sad for a while, he grabbed his hands, Jiang Mochen felt his movement, and loosened the hands that had been holding his wrists, then Yan Qingchi circled his waist, and pressed his chin Leaning on his shoulders, hugging him.

Jiang Mochen was a little surprised, and reached out to hug him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I apologize to you," Yan Qingchi said, "whether it's not letting you come down to play with us this afternoon, or that joke in the kitchen."

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Mochen, "I know that you are doing it for my own good, and I know that everything you do is because you care about me. Although it is a bit difficult for me to adapt to, I will work hard to adapt .I won’t let you follow me knowing that you are worried, I promise.”

Jiang Mochen thought something was wrong with him, but he didn't expect it to be because of what happened in the afternoon, "It's okay, I don't blame you, I've been a little nervous recently, I know, you don't have to worry about it."

"Then let's make a concession. Don't let me do anything. Treat me like a sick patient. I will listen to you. If you are really worried, I won't do it."

"Okay."

Yan Qingchi hugged him, a little regretful, "In the afternoon, it was actually quite lively here, there were many children, Qiqi and I built a snowman together, unfortunately, I didn't let you down."

Jiang Mochen leaned closer to him, and put his forehead against his, "But, I prefer the two of us together rather than the excitement. A group of people playing in the snow is lively and interesting; two people walking in the snow, Talking, snowballing, this is romance. I like romance."

Yan Qingchi felt that he was really gentle, he raised his head slightly, and kissed Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen hugged him and kissed him softly, the snowflakes in the sky were still falling lightly, falling on the green holly, on the dry branches, on the white bench, on the chess pile On the snowman, it also fell on the two of them.

Jiang Mochen hugged the person in his arms, smiled lightly, and after kissing, kissed Yan Qingchi's ear, and said softly, "Now, I also feel that snowing is very romantic."

Yan Qingchi thought that the snow would last all night, but it didn't, the snow stopped before midnight. The next morning, the sun hung high in the sky, emitting its own light and heat which was rare.

Qiqi woke up in the morning and saw the snowman he had built melted, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, and looked at Yan Qingchi pitifully. Yan Qingchi touched his head, "When the sun comes out, there will be no one in the snow, so the little snowman will be gone."

Qiqi said angrily, "Can't the sun come out later?"

"No way, the sky won't be bright until the sun comes out, and the sky won't be bright, so we can't do many things."

When Qiqi heard this, he was still a little sad.

Yan Qingchi comforted him, "Didn't we take a photo of the little snowman yesterday? Then today, let's draw it according to the photo, shall we?"

Qiqi became happy after hearing what he said, "Well, let's draw."

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, only to feel that children's emotions really come and go quickly, and they are easy to coax.

Thus, Yan Qingchi called Jiang Mochen, and together with Qiqi, they started their traditional painting time for a family of three.

However, as the saying goes, some people are happy and some are worried. Compared with Yan Qingchi's warmth and happiness, Yuan Mingxu's life this year has not been very good.

He looked at the man in front of him embracing left and right, and listening to the noisy and chaotic voices in the bar, his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, so cold that a layer of fine ice **** formed, rough The outer appearance wears out the soft inner, which makes him feel painful but ironic. How could he really hope for him? How could I really think that he fell in love with me! Yuan Mingxu thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh. He turned around and left without saying a word.

Only the shocked Zhou Yixing was left behind, and after he left, he chased him out like a dream, calling him, "Xiao Xu," while anxiously saying, "Listen to my explanation!"