Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 213. Fanwai: Variety Show Recording for a Family of Four (19)

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Qiqi doesn't know, he doesn't know whether Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi like him, how much they like him, his mother also told him that she loves the baby the most, but she still left him. The love of adults seems to be difficult to figure out. There are always people who come to the courtyard saying that they like them the most, but they will still leave, and they will suddenly go back when they agreed to take them home, so Qiqi doesn’t know what the adults said. I don't know if the love I like is true, and I don't know if others really like him.

He looked at Yan Qingchi in a daze, unable to speak, and looked like he was about to cry.

"Qiqi, do you remember your name?"

"Jiang Zhiqi."

"Yes, do you know what the word 'Zhi' in your name means?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Zhi means'de', Jiang Zhiqi is Jiang Mochen's chess." He stroked his hair, "So, you will always be your father's child, his chess, his chess. My child, do you understand?"

I don't know much about chess, "How far is it forever?"

"It's far away, your whole life, your father's whole life."

"How far is a lifetime?"

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "You are only 5 years old now, and you will grow up in the future. When you are 15 years old, it is also his chess, it is his child, and when you are 50 years old, it is also his chess."

"Is it 500 years old too?"

Yan Qingchi was amused by his childish words, "Yes, if Qiqi can grow to be 500 years old."

"Can Qiqi grow to be 500 years old?" Qiqi asked him.

"Yes," Yan Qingchi said nonsense with his eyes open, "Chess can grow up to many years old."

"Is it okay to grow up to be 1,000 years old like the wise old man?"

"Yeah." Yan Qingchi nodded with a smile, "No matter how old you are, you will always be his chess piece."

Qiqi heard this, and then slowly revealed a shy, gentle and happy smile.

"So Qiqi, me, your father, we all like you very much. Do you know?"

Qiqi looked at him for a long time, then slowly, slowly nodded.

"However, it's not enough for us to like you, you also have to like yourself."

"How do I like myself?" Qiqi asked him, "Aren't I already me? How else can I like me?"

"It's very simple, be kind to yourself, believe in yourself, and be brave. Tell yourself every day that your father and father like you very much, your grandparents like you very much, and your aunt likes you very much, so chess Chess also needs to like oneself very much. When you encounter something you like, you can tell others. If you are shy, you can tell your father in a low voice. When you encounter something you don’t like, you can also tell others. Isn’t it very simple?”

Qiqi thought about it, leaned on his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "What if the father I like doesn't like it?"

"It doesn't matter, Qiqi is a child, and dad is a big friend. Of course, children and big friends like different things. Just like Qiqi likes bean paste buns, but dad likes meat buns. Dad doesn't like eating because of Qiqi. Is Roubaozi angry?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Will you be angry because Qiqi likes to eat bean paste buns?"

Qiqi still shook his head.

"So, look, it's all right?"

Qiqi thought about it, and was surprised to find out, "Really."

He sat on Yan Qingchi's lap, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Father doesn't watch cartoons, and chess and chess watch cartoons, and father is not angry."

"He is your father, so naturally he won't be angry about this."

Qiqi seemed to realize that he didn't say anything, and tried his best to conform to the preferences of the two adults in the family, but in fact, he still did something different from them. He watches cartoons, goes to bed early, likes to eat sweets, and also likes to play, but neither his father nor his father said anything about him because of these. He seemed to have finally solved his long-standing troubles, and his whole body brightened up, "But," he was a little confused, "Xiaojing's new mother doesn't like what Xiaojing likes she doesn't like."

He said something convoluted, but Yan Qingchi knew what he wanted to say, he kissed Qiqi, and answered the question with the simplest answer, "Because I am not Xiaojing's mother, I am Qiqi's mother." Dad, so, I like whatever Qiqi likes."

Qiqi became shy when he said it, silently lowered his head, and then hugged him gently.

Outside the house, Jiang Mochen closed the door gently, but did not go in. He leaned against the wall, bowed his head and smiled without a trace, and left.

Qiqi solved my long-standing troubles, and thought that I would go to the playground the next day, so I was very happy all day long. When she was sleeping at night, she whispered to Yan Qingchi, "Dad, remember to wake me up early tomorrow."

Yan Qingchi pinched his face, "Got it, go to sleep."

Qiqi shook his hand and closed his eyes, "Good night, Dad, I'm going to bed."

"Good night." Yan Qingchi kissed him and helped him cover the blanket.

As soon as he stood up, Qiqi opened his eyes again because of the good night kiss, and looked at him with joy in his eyes.

"Go to sleep." He coaxed.

Qiqi shrank his head into the blanket slightly, and said in a sweet voice, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night."

Yan Qingchi turned off the light and walked out.

Yan Qingxi saw that he was small and soft, looking like a small glutinous rice ball, and couldn't help but want to pinch him. She stretched out her hand, and thought of Yan Qingchi saying this in the WeChat group before. The child was a little afraid of strangers, so he changed his posture abruptly, gave a thumbs up, and boasted: "It's awesome."

Yan Qingchi was almost amused by her blunt turning point, but luckily Qiqi couldn't tell, so he smiled shyly.

Because the two came after dinner, Yan's father and Yan's mother only prepared some snacks and melons and fruits. Talking with chess and chess.

Yan Qingchi responded very cooperatively, and took the candy to tease chess and chess by the way.

Jiang Mochen was sitting beside him, cooperating with him in speaking.

Yan Qingxi was sitting on the other side, looking at the family of three with her chin in her hands, and suddenly felt that this kind of picture is actually not bad, at least it looks very pleasing to the eye. However, she is still a little worried about her brother, can a marriage without love really be happy? Jiang Mochen is backed by the Jiang family, and he is a man of the hour. He can afford to lose, so he doesn't care, but what about his brother? If the two of them broke up and divorced in the future, what would he do then?

She was a little worried, but speaking out these worries had no effect other than making everyone unhappy, so Yan Qingxi didn't say anything, she just hoped that the scene in front of her was true, that her brother and Jiang Mochen were getting along happily, and that in the As they get along day by day, they gradually feel the strengths of each other, and know and love each other—of course, the premise is that her brother can restrain his temper like he has recently, and maintain his current calmness and understanding.

After dinner, Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen left with chess. They sent Qiqi home first, and then rushed to the place that Jiang Mochen and his friends had made an appointment with.

Forgive is a bar where Jiang Mochen and his party often gather. It has the best wine, the most beautiful singing voice, the most lively music, and the most exciting dance. At the same time, it also has the quietest private rooms and the most complete game facilities. What do you think? If you want, you can satisfy to the greatest extent here, including security and privacy.

Jiang Mochen swiped his card and walked in with Yan Qingchi, but the two of them had just walked a few steps when they saw a person running towards this side, Yan Qingchi avoided it habitually and gave way to the other party aisle. Unexpectedly, the other party braked abruptly after running past him, and even looked back at him, then hugged his arm and leaned against him.

Yan Qingchi looked at the person in his arms with a dazed expression as he completed the series of movements in a smooth manner. Ask him, buddy, are you drunk?

I heard the koala in my arms shouting: "That's him, the one I like is him."

Now there is no need for Yan Qingchi to ask, this is definitely drunk, or the kind of drunk that doesn't make sense.

"I seem to..." Yan Qingchi said helplessly.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the koala on his body, "I know you don't like me, as long as I like you."

"No, I..."

"It's okay, I can wait."

"I..."

"I don't ask you to be responsible, I just like you."

Yan Qingchi shut up, he turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "I'm innocent."

Jiang Mochen raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then at the person who was hugging Yan Qingchi and not letting go, and finally turned his eyes to the person who just appeared in front of him.

Yan Qingchi followed his gaze, and roughly glanced at the three people who just followed the koala beside him.

Standing in a triangular position, the status is clear at a glance. The leading man looks twenty-eight or nine years old, with a serious face, handsome eyebrows and sharp eyes. He frowned.

At first glance, it is very difficult to mess with.

Yan Qingchi turned to look at the koala beside him, "You..."

"I've said that I really love you, can you stop thinking about pushing me aside?" Koala opened his mouth instantly and fired his own bullet.

Yan Qingchi was a little speechless, he glanced at the man in front of him who was on the verge of anger, and then at Jiang Mochen, "Give me three minutes."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and picked up the koala and walked aside.

Jiang Mochen was a little surprised, he looked at the people around him who were also surprised, "Young Master Wei, can you explain what happened?"

Wei Xun turned to look at him, "Before that, shouldn't you explain what this is?"

Yan Qingchi dragged the koala all the way to the corner of the wall, let go, "I don't seem to know you?"