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The very aggressive Yan Qingchi PK the very confident Liao Sibo head-on.

Liao Sibo stood opposite him with folded arms, "You come first."

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "That's fine."

Then, he teed off the ball.

Ren Xu touched Jiang Mochen, "Hey, you are quite interesting, Liao Sibo was about to explode when he deliberately kissed you just now."

He looked at Jiang Mochen, "Speaking of which, why did he react so strongly? Damn, Liao Sibo doesn't have a crush on you, does he?"

Jiang Mochen glanced at him speechlessly, "You haven't passed the Chinese language since you were young, right?"

"Nonsense, I failed in English."

"Almost, anyway, it's related to reading comprehension."

"That's because I can't remember the words, so I don't understand."

"So it's an honor not to remember words?"

Ren Xu was about to refute, when he heard Liao Sibo laughing, "Yo, I thought you were very powerful just now, but that's all."

Ren Xu turned his head and saw that there had been a change of people at the billiard court, and it was Liao Sibo's turn.

"Hey, don't worry, after a while Liao Sibo finishes playing, I'll take him away immediately, this thing is too bad today, it's really worth a fight."

"Then hit him and let him go."

Ren Xu thought for a while, "It's fine, as long as you don't slap your face, or your mother will cry when she sees it."

Jiang Mochen sneered, "That won't do, I'll just slap my face today."

Ren Xu patted him on the shoulder, "I hope your partner will not be angry."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, and saw him staring at Liao Sibo's movements. Is Yan Qingchi angry? He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't see it, he looked no different from the past, he was still calm and gentle, without resentment or anger, only a sudden superficial touch just now, like sparks splashing on the skin With scorching heat.

Jiang Mochen couldn't understand his emotions, just like he couldn't understand what Yan Qingchi was thinking at the moment.

Yan Qingchi actually thought very simple, because he felt that he felt pretty good, almost, and should win.

Liao Sibo hit several **** in a row before exiting the field complacently, and said with some contempt, "Wait a while and lose, don't cry."

Yan Qingchi smiled, turned his head and said, "I will return this sentence to you intact.

"Hmph, you're still talking big."

Yan Qingchi ignored him, took the club, and walked to the edge of the stage. He lowered his body, settled his posture, squinted his eyes slightly, and then hit the cue ball.

In Yan Qingchi's memory, he played billiards by himself a long time ago. At that time, he did not call this sport billiards, but called him billiards with his father. This is the American billiards. Later, in pursuit of new trends, he played snooker with his friends.

Because of family reasons, Yan Qingchi has to be good at many games—of course he needs to be good at it, because he is his father's son, and his father is far from ordinary, and he was lucky enough to be Adoption by such a person will naturally set many goals for himself. He hopes that he is good enough, so good that even if his father has been washed away and become the most common uncle who raises birds and walks dogs, he can still become a leader of the younger generation, protect his younger brother, and protect the new family. enterprise.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingchi couldn't help sighing, it's a good thing he still has a younger brother, otherwise, how could his parents endure such an inexplicable time travel.

Thinking this way, he felt a little nostalgic for scoring the last goal in the past.

Then turned to look at the people who were already staying aside, tilted their heads slightly, and said naturally, "I won."

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he spoke in a calm tone, as if this was a perfectly natural thing, but the other people present were obviously not as calm as him.

Liao Sibo came over, looked at him and then at the desktop, with an expression of disbelief.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you want another game?"

"Come on." Liao Sibo shouted.

"Me first you first?"

"Me first."

This time Liao Sibo didn't let him, holding his cue tremblingly, looking at the reloaded **** on the table.

Ren Xu turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen, "Your partner still has such skills, amazing."

Jiang Mochen's face was a little serious, and he said, "I don't know."

He really didn't know, it wasn't written in the information he read about Yan Qingchi, and he hadn't played with Yan Qingchi before when he came into contact with him, even though Yan Qingchi said before the game to reassure him, he knew For Liao Sibo's strength, I only thought that Yan Qingchi was trying to comfort him, but unexpectedly, his reassurance was just telling the truth - his strength was far above Liao Sibo's.

Liao Sibo scored several goals in a row before leaving the field due to a mistake, watching Yan Qingchi start playing.

Yan Qingchi glanced at him, walked to the position he chose without haste, then lowered his body and started to attack.

His figure is very good-looking, his side face when aiming is quiet like a painting, his fingers are very slender, Jiang Mochen watched these hands hold the paintbrush, and now he sees him holding the cue.

Yan Qingchi seemed to have noticed his gaze, and slightly raised his eyelids in his direction, his eyebrows were flying, charming and provocative, he smiled, a little gentle, a little seductive, and picturesque.

Then, Yan Qingchi withdrew his eyes and concentrated on hitting the ball.

Liao Sibo watched him advance all the way, calm and confident, and his sanity was slowly broken with the sound of impact. It wasn't until Yan Qingchi put away the cue at the end, and said the natural as if I won the sentence again, that he finally regained some clarity and looked at him blankly.

Yan Qingchi stood on the other side of the table and asked him, "Is it better?"

Liao Sibo did not speak.

"If you don't compare, please apologize to me."

Liao Sibo was startled, he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, and saw Yan Qingchi's expression was indifferent, but the seriousness in his words could not be ignored. Say it. The mouth grows on you. You don’t like me and you want to scold me. Said, what you say is not only insulting me, but also insulting Jiang Mochen. You two are friends, so the matter between you and him is up to you to settle, but on my side, you need to apologize to me, because I don't like it , I have no reason to accept such insults from you."

Liao Sibo was stunned and looked straight at him.

No one thought that Yan Qingchi would say such a thing at this time, just like no one thought that he would win against Liao Sibo.

"Apologize." Jiang Mochen took the lead in speaking out in the silence, breaking the solemnity.

He walked up to Liao Sibo, stared at him, and said in a serious tone, "I don't care what the reason is, you have been targeting him like this all the time. But Yan Qingchi didn't do anything to apologize to you, nor did he say anything about you No, you have no reason to scold him like that. If it's because of me, you've made enough trouble today, Liao Sibo, if you don't apologize to him, then there's no need for us to contact him again in the future. "

Liao Sibo looked at him in shock, "You want to break up with me for him."

"I'm an adult, it's childish to say that breaking up the relationship is childish. I just want to tell you that he and I are now husband and wife, a legally recognized legal partner. If you insult him in public, you are insulting me. You hit me in the face today. Isn't that enough?"

Liao Sibo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Okay, we are all brothers, why is it getting more and more serious." Yu Xihe came over and persuaded, "Sibo, what happened today was that you were unreasonable first, and an apology is not too much, how should I say it?" She is also Mo Chen's daughter-in-law, do you think what you said is appropriate?"

"That's right, you can just apologize, sister-in-law is not considered an outsider, and she is not ashamed." Ren Xu added.

Liao Sibo looked at them, then at Jiang Mochen with a serious face, and finally turned his face to Yan Qingchi who looked quite calm.

He shook his head, and said in a rough voice, "I'm sorry."

"What else?"

"I shouldn't have said that about you."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Okay," he said, "For the sake of being Jiang Mochen's friend, I forgive you."

Liao Sibo looked at him, gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, turned around and walked towards the door.

In the quiet room, there were three people sitting around a small round table, and Qiqi sat in the middle, drawing with colored pencils.

Jiang Mochen watched his movements, and there was only one thought in his mind - if the time was turned back to twenty minutes ago, he would definitely be crisp when Yan Qingchi finished saying "Do you want to draw together?" If he refuses, he can tell Qiqi that he still has something to do, and he can promise Qiqi to accompany him to draw next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, sitting at a table with Qiqi, ready to draw.

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 to look at it. After a while, he saw a bird appear 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.