Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 183.183

This is the anti-theft chapter. Chapter 12:

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next morning, he felt a powerless feeling of being restrained. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Jiang Mochen was still hugging him. The reason for "return" is because in the middle of the night last night, Jiang Mochen suddenly turned over and hugged him directly. Yan Qingchi has always been a light sleeper, so when he was hugged by someone like this, he almost broke away from him and unloaded him arm, but just a second before he made a move, his brain reacted in time, which didn't make "Shocked!" On the wedding night of the couple, the husband's blood stained the marriage bed, is this a moral depravity or a distortion of human nature? This terrible headline was born.

He reached out to take Jiang Mochen's hand away, but Jiang Mochen reflexively held it back.

"Why?" Jiang Mochen asked in a daze.

"It's time for me to get up."

Jiang Mochen reluctantly opened his eyes, took the phone and looked at it, "It's only seven o'clock, what are you doing so early?"

"Morning run." Yan Qingchi patted his hand with the other hand, motioning for him to let go.

Jiang Mochen let go, "Where are you going?"

Yan Qingchi rolled over and got out of bed, "Go to the gym at home, I will use your treadmill."

Jiang Mochen thought he was going out for a morning run, but turned out to be in the house, "Then why did you get up so early."

"Get used to it."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Mochen looked at him up and down, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I admire you. It seems that you really have no influence at all. You didn't go to bed until one or two o'clock last night. You can still wake up at seven o'clock in the morning on time and go for a morning run full of energy. It's amazing. I really underestimated you."

Yan Qingchi turned his head, raised the corners of his lips and gave a perfunctory smile, and walked towards the bathroom.

He finished washing quickly, changed into his sports clothes, left the bedroom, and entered the fitness room on the second floor.

Yan Qingchi ran for about 40 minutes, and felt that the door was pushed open. He turned his head to look, and saw Qiqi standing at the door, with only a small head poking out to look inside.

He looked at his watch, stopped the treadmill, and walked towards the door.

Seeing him coming, Qiqi turned around, stuck himself against the wall, and hid himself.

Seeing this, Yan Qingchi deliberately leaned out his upper body when he walked to the door, and said "Wow" and made his hands into the shape of claws, "I caught you."

Qiqi was amused by him, he giggled and took two steps back.

Yan Qingchi came out and touched his head, "Are you hungry?"

Qiqi nodded.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a shower first, and I'll cook for you later."

Qiqi continued to nod.

Yan Qingchi took him to the living room, let him sit on the sofa and watch TV, and went back to the bedroom to get a set of clothes. He looked at Jiang Mochen's sleeping profile, and didn't want to wake him up, so he left and went to the guest room to take a shower.

Aunt Zhang has something to do at home these two days, so she asked for leave temporarily, and they can only do many things at home by themselves.

Yan Qingchi looked at the refrigerator and asked Qiqi, "Do you want porridge?"

Qiqi nodded.

"How many more buns will you warm up?"

"Yeah." Qiqi replied in a low voice, nodded, moved off the sofa, and walked to Yan Qingchi's legs.

Yan Qingchi made milk powder for him, and handed him the bottle, "You drink this first, and eat later."

Qiqi took it, bowed his head and began to drink milk powder.

Yan Qingchi took the ingredients and went into the kitchen.

Qiqi saw him go in, and followed him with short legs.

"Do you know what this is?" Yan Qingchi asked him while washing rice.

"M."

"What about this one?"

"Meat."

"What about this one?"

Qiqi is a bit embarrassed, "What is this?"

"It's a preserved egg."

"Preserved eggs?"

"Yes." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "It's for you to cook porridge."

Qiqi nodded with a vague understanding.

Yan Qingchi was cooking porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, while warming up the quick-frozen steamed stuffed buns for Qiqi.

"What kind of flavor does Qiqi like?" He asked.

Qiqi thought for a while and replied, "Dousha."

"What flavor does Dad like?"

Qiqi bit the pacifier, "Meat."

Yan Qingchi smiled, picked three or two of several flavors and put them in the pot.

"Let's go, let's go out."

"Food?" Qiqi glanced at the pot on the stove.

"It will be fine in a while. At this time, we can still watch a cartoon."

Qiqi nodded obediently, hugged the bottle, and returned to the sofa with him.

They watched the animation together for a few minutes, Yan Qingchi thought it was almost done, got up and went to the kitchen to have a look, then turned off the fire, and said to Qiqi, "Go and wake Dad up."

Qiqi opened his cat eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Me?"

"Yes," Yan Qingchi patted him on the shoulder, "Little Chess Warrior, can you complete the task?"

Qiqi lowered his head, as if a little scared.

Yan Qingchi touched his hair, "Don't be afraid, you charge ahead, and I will cover you from behind."

"What is assault? What is cover?" Qiqi asked him.

"You call Dad, I will go with you, I will wait for you at the door, if there is anything, you can come to me."

Hearing what he said, Qiqi gained some confidence, "Yes."

Yan Qingchi reached out and hugged him, "Go, I'll carry you."

Qiqi was hugged by him, feeling a little happy in his heart, he laughed again unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to poke Yan Qingchi's shoulder.

Yan Qingchi put him at the door of his bedroom, opened the door, and signaled him, "Go."

Qiqi looked back at him, and Yan Qingchi gave him a cheering gesture, "Come on."

Qiqi pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

He still seemed to be a little scared. After three steps, he turned his head and saw Yan Qingchi cheering him on outside the door. He clenched his fists and continued to walk forward. He walked up to Jiang Mochen and called out, "Dad."

Jiang Mochen didn't hear it and continued to fall asleep.

Qiqi looked up at Yan Qingchi outside the door, then lowered his head to look at Jiang Mochen, and said loudly, "Dad."

This time Jiang Mochen heard it, he opened his eyes dimly, and saw Qiqi sitting in front of his bed, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's time to eat." Qiqi whispered, "Eat breakfast."

Jiang Mochen smiled, he reached out and squeezed Qiqi's face, "You did it?"

Qiqi shook his head, "Uncle Yan made it."

After Qiqi finished speaking, he naturally raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi.

Jiang Mochen followed his gaze and turned his head, and saw Yan Qingchi standing outside the door, different from the pajamas he saw before going to bed, he was wearing casual white clothes.

"Can you still cook?" Jiang Mochen was a little skeptical.

"Not only can you do it, but you can do it very well." Yan Qingchi said without humility.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it~"

Yan Qingchi was disgusted by his "oh" and the tone of his voice. He shook his head "tsk tsk", and saw Jiang Mochen laughing.

He beckoned to Qiqi, "Qiqi, come here."

Qiqi immediately ran towards him.

Yan Qingchi took his hand, looked at Jiang Mochen who was sitting up, "I'll take the chess down first, and you wash up by yourself." After speaking, he turned around and took the chess and left.

Yan Qingchi dragged him into a fast food restaurant, ordered a hamburger, fried chicken, fries and a sundae, and he also ordered a drink for Qiqi.

"Taste it and see if you like it." He opened the burger and handed it to Qiqi.

Qiqi took a bite, and after eating the salad dressing, he felt sour and sweet, so he took a few more bites.

Looking at his expression, Yan Qingchi knew that he should like it.

He was talking to Qiqi while eating. Qiqi had a small appetite and was full before him. Yan Qingchi touched his stomach and said, "Round."

Qiqi reached out to touch his as well, and said doubtfully, "Your is not round."

Yan Qingchi laughed loudly, "Of course I can't be round. A child who is round is called cute, and an adult who is round is called heart-wrenching."

Not knowing much about chess, Yan Qingchi scratched his nose, "Let's go, it's time for us to go home."

When passing by the bookstore, Yan Qingchi took Qiqi to buy some books, "In the future, I can teach you how to read, do you know how to read now?"

Qiqi nodded.

"That chess game is very good, I will continue to work hard in the future."

"Yes." Qiqi looked at him with bent eyes.

After going out for a day, and then returning home, both of them were inevitably a little tired. Yan Qingchi took a bath for Qiqi. Qiqi originally planned to watch animation, but fell asleep after watching it for ten minutes. Yan Qingchi picked him up and put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and piled the dolls he caught today on the other side of the bed before leaving.

He simply rinsed it, went back to his room and turned on the computer. It happened that his manager Li Jiang sent him a WeChat message, saying that he had sent him a new script for him to read.

Yan Qingchi replied with a thank you, and felt that the original owner, the agent, was dedicated to the original owner, and even after he rejected the two scripts, he quickly chose one for himself.

He opened the mailbox and looked at it. It was a very simple character with few scenes. It existed purely to promote the development of the plot. It had no shining points or memories—it was the same as his character in the previous two scripts.

No wonder he didn't need to audition, Yan Qingchi thought, this kind of dispensable, any role can be replaced by anyone, and there is really no need to specially select actors.

He had some headaches, but he was more helpless. Three such dispensable roles in a row proved that the current self could only receive such scripts. And this kind of role can only simply receive a salary, and has no other role.

Yan Qingchi sighed, and thought that's it. In another world, he didn't want to go back to the old way. Being an actor in accordance with the identity of the original owner is the most convenient and suitable choice nowadays. After all, I am just a newcomer, take my time step by step.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of the door opening, Yan Qingchi looked up, and saw Jiang Mochen walking in.

"Not asleep yet?" Jiang Mochen took off his coat and sat down beside him.

He looked at Yan Qingchi's computer, "This is it?"

"My agent sent me the script." Yan Qingchi didn't hide it from him, "Look at it for me, do you want to accept it?"

"Trust me so much?" Jiang Mochen teased.

Yan Qingchi is very natural, "You are more professional than me in this area, shouldn't I refer to your opinion?"

Jiang Mochen enjoyed his subtle compliments very much. He looked at the script, thinking that Yan Qingchi is now one of his people, and he should help him appropriately.

He doesn't want his partner to be on the verge of retiring from the circle in the future. What's more, Jiang Mochen took a look at Yan Qingchi, if he really kept silent like this, it would be a waste of his face.

"It's not worth accepting." He quickly finished reading the script and gave his own judgment.

"Are all the notebooks you come across now like this?"

Yan Qingchi nodded, "This is the third one, the first two are not as good as this one."

Jiang Mochen looked him up and down for a while, and asked in confusion, "Which company did you sign with?"

"Xingyue."

"Oh." Now Jiang Mochen understood, "There are only six artists in the company, and the most popular one is just a male supporting role in an online drama, no wonder."

He thought for a while, then looked at Yan Qingchi again.

Yan Qingchi frowned, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mochen shook his head, with a rare regret in his tone, "You are also unlucky, so you went to Xingyue. But it doesn't matter, considering our current marriage relationship, let me help you, take a look I still have a few years of contract with Xingyue, how much liquidated damages will I need to terminate the contract, and then sign to Nancheng."