Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 266. Extra Story: Wei Lan (46)

This is an anti-theft badge "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. 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 watched quietly, and remembered what he said just now, it was difficult for him to distinguish Yan Qingchi like this from what he saw from the materials. 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 promised earlier 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.

"It's your turn."

Qiqi was a little dazed and looked at him in a daze.

Yan Qingchi coaxed patiently, "Jump down like I just did."

Qiqi moved forward a little bit, jumped with both feet, and jumped to the next step.

Yan Qingchi jumped down another step and turned to look at Qiqi.

Qiqi didn't hesitate this time, and quickly followed suit.

They jumped all the way up the stairs.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it fun?"

Qiqi nodded.

"You can play after that."

Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly.

"It's just," Yan Qingchi emphasized, "you can't play secretly when you are alone, you must play when I or my father are around."

Qiqi nodded.

"Do you know why?"

Qiqi does not speak.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "I don't know why you still nod your head."

Qiqi lowered his head in embarrassment.

Yan Qingchi took his hand, bent down, and touched the corners of the steps, "Because if my father and I are away and you play alone, if you are not careful, you will bump here and it will hurt a lot Yes, there may still be scars."

Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, Yan Qingchi nodded, "I've been knocked down when I was a child, and I cried for a long time because of the pain."

Qiqi was a little surprised, "Will Uncle knock it too?"

"Yes, so chess and chess must be obedient, otherwise if you hit it, it will really hurt."

Qiqi nodded, "Qiqi understands."

"So good." Yan Qingchi kissed his forehead.

Qiqi stretched out his hand to touch it in surprise, and then felt a little embarrassed and shy.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised when he saw the instant change in his expression, didn't Jiang Mochen kiss him before? He thought, otherwise, he wouldn't be so obviously shy.

He didn't ask about Qiqi, but decided to ask Jiang Mochen another day.

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

At the corner of the stairs not far away, Jiang Mochen stood quietly, silently watching what happened just now.

At the beginning, he actually did not expect that Yan Qingchi would get along so well with Qiqi. Although Qiqi is obedient and sensible, he is too silent, and sometimes he feels so quiet that he doesn't know how to get close. But Yan Qingchi didn't seem to be bothered by this, he would stay silent with Qiqi, or take the initiative to play other games with him, to drive him to speak sentence by sentence.

He has a bright appearance, and looks a little frivolous and proud, but he is always gentle and patient when dealing with chess and chess. He will cooperate with his games, consider his mood, and explain the truth to him seriously.

In fact, he is more suitable to stay with Qiqi than himself.

Jiang Mochen thought back to when he was young, at that time he was still at the age of teasing cats and dogs, and every time he was at home, he liked to slide down the handrail of the stairs. At that time, his parents were very angry, and his father even directly scolded him for being immodest and uneducated. He felt wronged, but no one understood.

Later, it was his sister who came to comfort him, she said, "If you play like this, you will fall off easily and get hurt. Dad said that because he was afraid that you would get hurt."

Jiang Mochen was puzzled, "But he obviously didn't say that, he just doesn't like me, he scolded me."

My sister leaned against him, smiling softly, her voice was nice, she said, "If he doesn't like you, why bother scolding you to control you, just let you fall once, and you will be taught a lesson. Dad He's just not good at expressing it, don't think about it."