Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 258. Extra Story: Wei Lan (38)

This is an anti-theft badge "However," Jiang Mochen looked at Qiqi, "I didn't notice before, Qiqi, you can't be called Uncle Yan in the future."

Qiqi didn't understand, blinked and asked, "Why?"

"Because Uncle Yan married me, he is also your father." Jiang Mochen said warmly.

Qiqi turned to look at Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi smiled, Qiqi thought for a while, "Then I have two fathers?"

"Yes."

"However, if they are all called Dad, it will be easy to be confused." Jiang Mochen said again.

"You can add a surname," Yan Qingchi suggested to him, "Call you Papa Jiang, call me Papa Yan."

"There is no child who calls his parents like that." Jiang Mochen disagreed, he thought for a while, "You can call me father in the future, Yan Qingchi's father, so we can separate."

"Father is a bit too formal and serious, isn't he? Or let him be called Dad and Daddy?"

"Strict father and loving mother, although we are both men, in the process of raising children in the future, one must be strict and the other gentle. Compared with me, you are obviously more suitable for the gentle side, so be serious. , this kind of role assignment always makes sense."

Yan Qingchi saw that he insisted, so he didn't refute anymore. He lowered his head to look at Qiqi, and saw Qiqi was looking at the two of them curiously, "From now on, you can call me daddy and him father."

Qiqi nodded, and responded obediently: "Yes, Dad."

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, "You are so good."

After dinner, Yan Qingchi took out the book he bought yesterday and began to teach chess and characters. Chess is very smart, and he only needs to teach him a few times to master many characters. Yan Qingchi thought for a while, and said to him, "Qiqi, let's play a game."

Qiqi immediately put down his pencil when he heard the words, and asked him with some joy, "What game is it?"

Jiang Mochen happened to pass by, opened the door quietly, and saw Yan Qingchi and Qiqi say, "Let's play a game where you ask me to answer. Each of us has two cards in our hands, one is like , one is not like, and then I say one thing, let's show the cards together to see if we have any duplicates."

Qiqi was overjoyed when he finished speaking. He has always been somewhat resistant to expressing his preferences, fearing that because he is different from others, the other party will not like him. He lowered his head, squeezed his fingers, and didn't speak.

"Don't want to play?"

Qiqi looked up at him, "Shall we play checkers?"

Yan Qingchi watched him say this carefully, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

A few days ago, he told his agent about the termination of the contract. Although Li Jiang felt a little sorry, but for his future, he also agreed. After Li Jiang returned from abroad in a few days, he will formally terminate the contract with Xingyue. , signed Nancheng. At that time, like Jiang Mochen, he might not have much time to stay at home, so he would not be able to accompany and guide Qiqi.

When September comes, not only will he take on a new job, but Qiqi will also go to school. It's okay if he doesn't talk and likes to be silent, but if he still doesn't express his likes and dislikes as always, Yan Qingchi Worried that he might be bullied by other children.

This is not what he wants to see.

He thought for a while, picked up the eraser on the table, held it in his hand, and then stretched out his hands in front of Qiqi, "Guess, which hand of mine has an eraser in it?"

Qiqi raised his head, looked at his two hands, then reached out and touched his right hand.

Yan Qingchi spread his hands, there was nothing, "I guessed wrong~"

After speaking, he opened his left hand, "here."

Qiqi reached out to take off the eraser, looked carefully, and then looked up at him, his eyes were full of doubts, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly played this with him.

Yan Qingchi didn't answer him directly, but asked him, "Do you know why you guessed wrong?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Because you're not me, you don't know what I'm thinking. If you rely on guessing, you will always guess wrong."

"I don't understand."

"You can understand that even if I am older than you, your father is wrong, your father is also older than you, we are all adults, but we don't know your thoughts every time." He poked Qiqi's heart, "So sometimes, we need your help."

"Help?"

"Yes." Yan Qingchi smiled, "You tell us what you want, what you want to do, we will know, and we can do it together."

Qiqi listened to every word in his mouth, looked at him quietly, and did not speak.

"Qiqi doesn't want to help us?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

"No." He muttered softly.

"I knew that Qiqi is so smart and cute, she must be the kindest little angel and will definitely help us."

Qiqi pursed his lips, he seemed to want to say something, but he still didn't say it.

Yan Qingchi hugged him into his arms and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qiqi looked at him, his eyes were crystal clear, but somewhat hazy.

"What do you want to say?" Yan Qingchi asked him gently.

Qiqi blinked, there were waves in his eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi closed his eyes, "How about this, you quietly whisper in my ear, tell me quietly, so that other people will not know."

He closed his eyes and waited for a while before he finally felt a weak air flow slowly hit his ears. The voice was very immature, full of anxiety and timidity, and the voice was suppressed very weakly. He asked , "If you say something wrong, will you not like me?"

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

Jiang Mochen thought he was going to go 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."