Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 227. Extra Story: Wei Lan (7)

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"Well, let me call him earlier, for fear of getting up late tomorrow."

Jiang Mochen smiled, "If he likes it, I can take him there often when I have time."

Yan Qingchi took out his pajamas from the cabinet, turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "You? Have time? Go often?" He chuckled, "How can a busy person like you have so much time? ,Speaking of which, why do you have time to stay at home these days? Are you not filming?"

"It just wrapped up some time ago, so this period of time is used to make up for some advertising endorsements and magazine shootings, and the new movie will start next month. What about you, have you terminated the contract with Xingyue?"

"When Li Jiang comes back, go through the formalities and pay the liquidated damages."

"How much money is needed, your breach of contract Jin Nancheng will help you."

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, anyway, he will also work for Nancheng in the future, and Nancheng's payment is not considered an advantage, he stretched out his hand to compare a number, Jiang Mochen smiled, "That's all?"

He looked Yan Qingchi up and down for a while, and said rather sadly: "You are really worthless."

Yan Qingchi hehe, "As the saying goes, a fish looks for a fish, and a shrimp looks for a shrimp. I am so worthless, but I found you who are so worthless."

"You really can talk nonsense with your eyes open."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Every other."

Jiang Mochen was a little helpless, "Don't worry, you will be very valuable soon, and Xingyue will probably be sad by then."

"Then I will lend you a good word." Yan Qingchi said as he walked into the bathroom.

When Yan Qingchi came out, he saw Jiang Mochen reading a book by the bedside lamp.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He lifted the quilt and went to bed. "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Mochen showed him the cover, which was "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas.

"When I saw this name, I remembered the fear of being dominated by reading notes in high school."

"It's still fun, and it looks cool."

"Then keep watching, I'm going to sleep first." Yan Qingchi said, and wanted to lie down and sleep, but was stopped by Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen put the book in his hand on the bedside table next to him, turned to look at him, "Let's chat."

Yan Qingchi leaned against the head of the bed, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Mochen also leaned back.

Under the dim light, Jiang Mochen thought for a while before slowly opening his mouth and said: "Our family is named after a generation, so my sister is called Xingchen, and I am called Mochen. Our generation is named Chen. Zidai, it’s just that the two of us put this character at the back. Qiqi’s generation just happened to be Zhizi, so I named him Jiang Zhiqi. This name actually doesn’t have such a beautiful meaning as you said. In fact, it just happens to be the turn of 'Zhi', if it is Ruo's turn, Qiqi may be called Jiang Ruoqi."

"However," Jiang Mochen looked at him, "I like your explanation of Qiqi very much. You gave this name a new explanation, and I like this explanation very much."

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised. Although he felt Jiang Mochen was at the door at that time and knew that he should have heard it, he didn't expect him to chat with him at night because of this.

"I just said it casually, in order to make Qiqi believe that we like him, so that he can trust us and show us some of his hidden emotions."

Jiang Mochen nodded, "I know, but anyway, thank you very much for this matter."

"You're welcome, after all, Qiqi is also my child."

"Of course. What I want to say is actually this. Now that I'm done talking, go to sleep."

Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, he thought that Jiang Mochen was going to talk to him so formally at night because he was going to talk about something serious, but he didn't expect that he just thanked himself. Yan Qingchi felt that he was a little too serious, but suddenly remembered that Jiang Mochen seemed to be so serious when he apologized to him last night.

When Yan Qingchi thought of this, for some reason, he felt that Jiang Mochen, who apologized and thanked him so solemnly, was cute.

"Well, for the sake of thanking me so seriously, let me tell you a little secret."

"What?"

"Have you ever kissed chess?"

Jiang Mochen didn't expect him to ask this, he thought about it and shook his head.

"You can kiss him next time. Qiqi doesn't say it, but he actually likes this kind of intimacy. If you kiss him, he will be very happy. Kids, it's almost like this. When you were young, your father kissed you Don't you feel very happy too."

Jiang Mochen was still nodding slightly when he said the first half of the sentence, but after the second half of the sentence, he snorted coldly, "My dad wouldn't kiss me."

"Huh?"

"Father's love is like a mountain. Which mountain have you ever seen kissing tourists actively?" He said calmly with some helplessness: "My dad is the most typical Chinese father. Will take the initiative to show it, always a serious look, kiss me? Dreams are more realistic."

Yan Qingchi tilted his head and looked at him, "So you are complaining to me now, are you complaining, do you want me to kiss you?"

Jiang Mochen became angry in an instant, "What nonsense are you talking about, we didn't talk about this topic, I just mentioned it casually." It was really crazy, Jiang Mochen thought, why did he suddenly talk to him about this, he was really crazy Just talk to him about these things!

"Are you angry now? In fact, with our current relationship, if you want me to kiss you, I..."

"Shut up, you." Jiang Mochen interrupted him in a rough voice, then turned his head and turned off the light, "Sleep."

Yan Qingchi looked at his sudden series of movements, endured and endured, but still couldn't help laughing, "Jiang Mochen, you are really cute like this."

Jiang Mochen turned on the light, "If you don't sleep, believe it or not, I won't let you sleep tonight."

"It seems that if I don't sleep, you can sleep."

Jiang Mochen was so angry that he gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, and pushed him directly on the bed, ready to let him experience the end of talking too much.

As a result, as soon as he pushed him down, Yan Qingchi raised his head and kissed him softly on the forehead.

Jiang Mochen was stunned for a moment.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "This is a good night kiss, go to sleep."

"You still want to sleep now? It's late!"

"Don't be like this," Yan Qingchi pointed to the alarm clock on the bedside table, "Tomorrow I have to play chess and go to the playground. If I don't sleep, I will really lose my energy tomorrow."

"I know I'm sleeping now? Who was messing around and refusing to sleep just now?"

"It's me, it's me." Yan Qingchi followed the good advice, "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again next time, you have a lot of adults, please let me go this time." Yan Qingchi looked innocent .

Jiang Mochen's eyes were so sore from his pretending to be innocent, he glared at Yan Qingchi, didn't speak, turned over and fell asleep next to Yan Qingchi.

Yan Qingchi reached out and turned off the light, "Good night."

"Good night." After Jiang Mochen finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

However, not long after, he opened his eyes a little irritatedly, touched the place where Yan Qingchi kissed just now, and felt that there was something burning in that place, so he stretched out his hand to wipe it, But the memory became clearer and clearer when Yan Qingchi kissed him suddenly, he put down his hand bitterly, secretly thinking that this is a ghost, and he wants to be a demon before going to bed, he said it was just a casual talk, just Do you want to take the opportunity to kiss yourself so much? Can't you sleep well!

Jiang Mochen gritted his teeth and forced himself to close his eyes.

"Of course." Jiang Mochen said confidently.

"That's right." Yan Qingchi leaned on the back of the chair, and said calmly: "Since you are good enough, and I face you all day long, why do you still like others?"

Jiang Mochen was taken aback by his rhetorical question, this sentence...why does it seem to be flirting with him...

Yan Qingchi patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think so much about what you have and what you don't have. When you should like it, it's useless to say so much now. If you shouldn't like it, it's even more useless for you to say these words Remember what I said, the past is over, don't look back in the future, and don't do things that are sorry to each other, even if it is to give Qiqi a normal growth environment, even if you and I don't have love, we must create A peaceful and warm look, understand?"

Jiang Mochen reached out and took his hand down, "Don't worry, Qiqi is my son, I care more about him than you do."

"That's the best." After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and said goodbye to him, got out of the car, and walked to his own community.

Jiang Mochen watched him step by step towards the car away from him, and frowned silently. Yan Qingchi's back is very good-looking, not only good-looking, but also indifferent and unrestrained. He looked at it quietly, and remembered what he said just now. Combined with Yan Qingchi, who is stupid and pretentious, he was a little confused for a moment, what kind of personality is this person? Is it true that he married himself just for the 50 million?

He thought of Yan Qingchi's sentence just now: I face you all day, why do I like others. Jiang Mochen was suddenly a little irritable, he couldn't, he likes himself, right?

It's just that before this idea had time to germinate, he pushed it back into the soil again. As far as he is concerned, it doesn't matter whether he likes Yan Qingchi or not, so since he doesn't like Yan Qingchi, there is no need for him to speculate on other people's minds.

He restrained his thoughts, and the moment Yan Qingchi entered the community, he turned the car around and drove back. He doesn't need and doesn't want to spend any time here at Yan Qingchi, he just lives with a partner, each takes what he needs, and doesn't need so much pursuit.

Soon, Yan Qingchi got the certificate with Jiang Mochen on a sunny day. The marriage certificate was very red, no different from the ones he had seen before crossing. He looked at the marriage certificate in his hand and heaved a long sigh.

Jiang Mochen looked at him, "What, do you regret it?"

"That's not true, I'm just feeling that my short but pleasant single life ended like this. Haven't you heard that marriage is the tomb of love, we..."

"There is no love between us." Jiang Mochen interrupted him to remind.

"That's even more terrifying," Yan Qingchi looked at him, "An ordinary marriage is like a cemetery, but for us, it's a barren grave with no end in sight!"

Jiang Mochen: ...

"Would you like to have a drink with me and lament the single happiness that has left us?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

The two of them have also been together for a while, and they are much more familiar with each other than when they first met, so that Jiang Mochen has lost his gentle appearance, revealing the not so beautiful inside under his beautiful skin.

Sure enough, after hearing his invitation, Jiang Mochen let out a "huh", "I don't have time."

Yan Qingchi felt that he missed the Jiang Mochen he met at the beginning, so he still pretended to be gentle, unlike now, he has exposed his indifferent nature without fear.

He pretended to be shocked, and looked at the person in the driver's seat in disbelief, "Today is the day for us to get the certificate, you told me that you don't have time? What you said before, you will fulfill the responsibility of a husband, Will you try your best to satisfy my request?" Yan Qingchi shook his head and said with emotion: "Sure enough, all good-looking men are deceptive."

Jiang Mochen looked at him coldly, "When you say this, you can first look at your face in the mirror."

"I'm different," Yan Qingchi said calmly, "I never lie to anyone, you see, I said I promised to marry you, so let's get married." He raised the marriage certificate in his hand.

Jiang Mochen was helpless, "Where are you going?"

"You asked me where I was going when you wanted to go out on your own? Of course you sent me home."

Jiang Mochen rolled his eyes at him, and drove towards home.

After arriving in the community, Yan Qingchi unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car. Jiang Mochen also unbuckled his seat belt, "Why, did you leave something at home?"

"Yeah, the wine is at home."

Yan Qingchi nodded, but suddenly reflected, wait, did he... agree to drink with him?

He turned his head and asked tentatively, "Are you still in the same place?"

"What?"

"Me!" Yan Qingchi pointed to himself.

Jiang Mochen was amused by him, but he didn't speak, noncommittal.

Yan Qingchi knew that he had guessed right, got out of the car, closed the door, and gave him a nice smile, "I take back what I said earlier, I think you are pretty good, just like me, with good looks and character." Proportional."

Jiang Mochen closed the car door and looked at him, "No need, you and I are completely different," he pointed at Yan Qingchi, then at himself, "You two, understand?"

"Understood." Yan Qingchi responded perfunctorily.

He felt that Jiang Mochen seemed to be more reasonable than he imagined, and he was a bit more stubborn.

"Next time I can teach chess to draw ducks."

"What did you say?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

"What about the painting class of chess and chess? What, do you want to come together?"

Jiang Mochen snorted coldly, fully expressing his dissatisfaction with his eyes.

Yan Qingchi thought it was a little funny, so he bumped his arm, "Are you really not coming? One-to-two small class teaching, free private tutoring, and packaged sessions. I can't continue to attend classes."

Jiang Mochen stopped in his tracks.

"Why don't you leave?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

"I'm afraid that the smell of alcohol will affect Teacher Yan's class. Teacher Yan should drink alone and get drunk."

"Don't," Yan Qingchi went to pull him, "What's the point of drinking and getting drunk alone, I like to get drunk and make beautiful women into pairs."

Jiang Mochen sneered.

"Don't worry, Teacher Yan won't be in class today." Yan Qingchi assured him, "You have to trust me."

Jiang Mochen looked at the sky speechlessly, and walked forward silently. Yan Qingchi quickly followed and entered the elevator with him.