Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 176.176

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Yan Qingchi has always been a person who doesn't like to procrastinate. Now that he has decided to marry Jiang Mochen, he doesn't want to delay the matter any further. After dinner, Yan Qingchi went to find Mother Yan and asked her for Jiang Mochen's contact information.

Mother Yan still couldn't accept it, and asked tentatively, "Xiaochi, you should think about it again."

Yan Qingchi returned her a nice smile and said, "No need, I've made up my mind."

He asked for the phone number, took the phone, and went back to his room.

When the phone call was made, Yan Qingchi finally felt a little uneasy. He hadn't been in a relationship for more than 20 years before, but it turned out to be a good thing. Once timetraveled, he skipped the love stage directly. , to get married. Yan Qingchi felt that his mood was still a little delicate, he comforted himself and said, anyway, he always needs to find someone to settle down, Jiang Mochen is the best choice no matter what, and he is not wronged, so let it be.

Just as he was thinking, the phone was connected, and a cold and somewhat magnetic voice came from the phone, "Hello."

Yan Qingchi froze for a moment, quickly calmed down, and calmly said: "It's me, Yan Qingchi."

The other side didn't seem to think that it was him, and said after a while of silence, "It's you, what's the matter?"

"About what you said at my house today, I agree. I will talk about it after we meet tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you decide the time and place, you choose it, just send it to my phone."

"If you want, you can decide according to your preferences." The other side thoughtfully said.

"No need," Yan Qingchi smiled, "I don't care about these things, I just don't have any work these days, so I can arrange whatever I want, just look at your time and work schedule, choose one Your convenient time and place."

"Okay." The other side said calmly, "Then I will send it to you later."

"Well," Yan Qingchi responded, "Then I won't bother you, we will meet tomorrow."

"Okay."

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone, sat on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he is a good talker."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Mochen looked at the photo on the computer, his eyes were stern, and he could not see any emotion. After a long time, he moved the mouse, turned off the photo, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly lowered his head The pupils hide complex emotions in those black and white eyes that are as deep as ink.

When he woke up the next day to take a shower, Yan Qingchi looked at his face, which was a foregone conclusion but still made him stunned, and sighed with emotion. Picturesque, with red lips and white teeth, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, looks a little arrogant but also a little charming. Yan Qingchi felt that such a face was too feminine and beautiful, not handsome enough, but he also felt that with such a face, it was already very dominant, what more bicycle was needed.

He finished grooming quickly, cooked lunch for everyone under Yan Qingxi's unbelievable eyes, and then went out to prepare for the appointment.

"Are you going to see Jiang Mochen?" Yan Qingxi asked him.

"Yeah."

"Are you going to marry him?" Yan Qingxi couldn't believe it.

"Yeah."

"Are you okay? The other party is a man."

Yan Qingchi tapped her on the forehead, "Now that same-sex marriage is legal, why are you still sexually discriminating?"

"I didn't mean that," Yan Qingxi explained, "I'm just afraid that you will regret it later."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yan Qingxi looked worried.

Yan Qingchi waved her hand, "Okay, let's go eat."

"Speaking of which, when did you learn to cook?"

"I went to a variety show two days ago, so I learned a few dishes."

"Brother, have you recorded a variety show? What's the name, I'll search it."

"It hasn't been broadcast yet." Yan Qingchi smiled, said "I'm leaving", turned and walked out the door.

The place he agreed with Jiang Mochen was not far away. Jiang Mochen probably chose a private restaurant very close to their home to take care of him. When Yan Qingchi pushed open the door of the private room and went in, he saw Jiang Mochen had arrived, sitting upright and flipping through the menu, as if he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and looked towards him.

Looking at each other, both of them were a little stunned.

Before Yan Qingchi came here, he thought about what his fiancé would look like. He guessed that he should be very good-looking. Seeing that, Yan Qingchi was still a little surprised. He has met many people since he was a child, and many of them are very good-looking. They are either handsome, or elegant, or approachable, or have an extraordinary bearing. But the moment he saw Jiang Mochen, Yan Qingchi was still a little shocked.

Compared to the young actor mentioned in the book, he seems more like a nobleman, sitting there proudly, spotless. He behaves casually, but with a hint of elegance, he looks up at you with gentleness but with unwavering indifference, like the breeze blowing in the dark night, leaving fragrance all over the ground without leaving a trace.

Yan Qingchi smiled at him, nodded, and sat down.

Jiang Mochen also nodded slightly. He looked at Yan Qingchi without much emotion in his eyes, but was secretly surprised that this person was even more beautiful than the photo.

Jiang Mochen is a typical proud son of heaven, his family environment is superior, and he is outstanding enough, so he inevitably carries some pride of the children of the rich family, and he is also somewhat condescending when looking at people. The biggest reason why he was willing to marry Yan Qingchi was to keep his heart and mind from putting unreasonable thoughts on the wrong people, and the rest was because Yan Qingchi just satisfied his right time, place and people. Just when he was about to recuperate, the Yan family, whom he had been married to since childhood, returned to X City, and the two brothers and sisters were good-looking enough, especially Yan Qingchi, although he was a man, he was younger than his sister. Be exquisite and eye-catching.

All that Jiang Mochen knew about him came from that photo and the information in Song style four in the folder. He didn't mind this beautiful idiot who was too delicate but not enough brains to be a fool by his side. A vase with a bit of vitality, anyway, I just want to keep my heart straight and seek true love. Jiang Mochen never counts on it, so he settles for the next best thing, and only has two requirements for his marriage partner: easy to control and good-looking.

As long as you can control it well, then you can be obedient and don't cause trouble, and since it's not true love anymore, and he doesn't care about feelings, money, or cultural background, then, for the sake of pleasing the eyes, find a long-term lover. Look good, this request is not too much.

As for Yan Qingchi, he fully satisfied these two conditions. Although he was a little stupid and did something, it was easier for such a brainless person to control and understand.

Only now, looking at the calm and calm person in front of him, he feels that his appearance is brighter than what he saw in the photo. Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything, just sit there, but people can't move their eyes, and they are shining brightly.

Jiang Mochen was instantly more satisfied with this marriage. If he grows up like this, even if he is a little stupid, he can be forgiven.

"See if there is anything you want to eat?" He said softly.

Because no other actors were present today, the assistant director was in charge of supporting the actors who came to audition. Yan Qingchi stood in front of him and listened to him asking when was the last time he saw his father. Does he have any abnormalities at times, and does he have any enemies on weekdays. He replied calmly, and could even see some sadness from his expression. The police comforted him and were about to question other people. Yan Qingchi asked him, "Can I go with you?"

This sentence is a line that is not in the script. The assistant director was stunned when he heard it, but quickly replied: "You should go back first. We will come to you again when we have clues."

"Okay then." After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he said it was hard work before turning around and leaving.

He walked forward, sighed in a low voice, as if vomited out the distress of the conversation just now, and then restrained the previous sadness, and entered the house calmly.

He walked to the left corner of the field and made a gesture of pulling outward, which opened the door of his house. Then he closed the door and reached in, seemingly grasping something cylindrical. He twisted the bottle cap that didn't exist in his hand, then took a sip of the drink, tightened the bottle cap again, lowered his head and blinked. Then he walked to the other side and made a posture of pushing outwards. He looked out of the window, with some indifferent sadness in the quietness. Hidden away.

He looked out the window, silently.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to close the window again, but when he lowered his head, he lifted the corner of his lips very lightly, almost imperceptibly.

After Yan Qingchi's performance, the room was quiet for a while, Liu Meng spoke first, and she asked, "Why did you add that sentence? It didn't exist in the lines I told you."

"I know." Yan Qingchi said calmly: "But I also know that Meng Luo's character design is the final murderer, and before the male protagonist exposed him, no one found out. Therefore, before this, Meng Luo's actions should be reasonable and there is no doubt. However, for a son, his father was dead or murdered. He knew that the police were going to investigate other Wouldn't you be curious when you were alone? Wouldn't you want to go and see it together? Wouldn't you ask for relevant information? If you just leave indifferently after the police say you can leave, it would be a bit unnatural. "

Liu Meng thought for a while, but actually smiled, and she said, "What you said makes sense."

Director Wang looked at his resume, and then at him, "Graduated from a major."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Yes."

The original owner is indeed a graduate of a major, but his acting skills are not very good.