Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 92. Ninety-two

Ninety-two:

On December 11th, Jiang Mochen finally officially wrapped up filming of "Lost". He didn't rush to visit Yan Qingchi's class first, but went back home to watch chess.

Qiqi was surprised when he saw him, rubbed his eyes, made sure that he was still there, took off his shoes, ran towards him before putting his schoolbag away, hugged his waist, raised his head and pointed at him laugh.

Jiang Mochen touched his head, bent down and picked him up.

"Miss me?"

"Think."

"How much do you miss?"

Qiqi straightened his hands, gestured a long distance for him, and replied softly: "Think so."

Jiang Mochen was amused by him, kissed him, Qiqi felt a little embarrassed again, and quietly took his hand back.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

Qiqi tilted his head and thought about it, but he didn't think of what he particularly wanted to eat, so he said truthfully: "You can eat anything."

Jiang Mochen looked at Aunt Zhang who was standing not far away, "What's for dinner?"

"I didn't know that you came back, young master, and planned to make pork ribs for the young master. He liked sweet and sour short ribs a while ago."

"Then eat this, and fry a few more dishes."

"Okay." Aunt Zhang answered, and got busy preparing meals.

Jiang Mochen carried the chess piece up the stairs.

Qiqi was in his arms, grabbed the button of his clothes and asked him, "Father, are you done?"

"I'm done with my work. When I come back this time, I won't leave. You can stay at home with Qiqi."

"What about Dad? Isn't Dad finished yet?"

"Qiqi misses his father?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

Qiqi blinked his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, his voice was very soft, with the characteristic softness of a child, "Daddy has to work, adults have to work, so dad has to work too, It's like Qiqi has to go to school, but Qiqi will go home after school, and is also at home on weekends, but Dad is not there."

Jiang Mochen looked at him, feeling distressed. When he was alone, he felt that he actually spent a lot of time at home. He was not considered a model worker, so he only took on one or two scripts a year. The rest of the time, apart from shooting magazines and commercials, attending events and award ceremonies, Most of them are managing Nancheng or helping Jiang Xingchen to share some work.

At that time, he felt that he had enough time, even if he could adopt a child.

But when he really adopted Qiqi, he discovered that adults are different from children, and children always need more time to accompany, care for, and watch him grow up step by step. Jiang Mochen once reflected on whether his decision was too hasty, or whether he should not have adopted Qiqi. But soon, he overturned his own thoughts - it's always better to be here than in an orphanage, children should always have a home of their own.

Wait for another two years, he thought, at that time, Nancheng's current first-line artists will gain a firm foothold in the circle, Yan Qingchi will also become a unique artist, and he will be able to reduce his appearances, like Like a normal office worker, he goes to work in the company in the morning and goes home after work in the evening. That's fine, just stay with Chess.

"So Qiqi misses his father?" he asked.

Qiqi pinched his button and nodded lightly.

Jiang Mochen kissed him, Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, Jiang Mochen smiled, "Then let's go and see him?"

Qiqi is very smart, as soon as he said this, Qiqi thought of the last time he went to see them with his aunt.

"Is it like what I did with my aunt last time?"

"Yes, there is no aunt this time, father will accompany you."

"Sure."

Qiqi smiled and rolled his eyes, "When are we going?"

Jiang Mochen asked him, "When does Qiqi want to go?"

Qiqi puffed his cheeks and thought about it, "Can I go after school tomorrow afternoon? This way I can stay with my dad for a weekend and then come back to school."

Jiang Mochen didn't expect that he was still thinking about going to school, so he couldn't help but smiled, and boasted: "Qiqi is really a good student, remember to go back to school."

Qiqi seemed very happy when he said this, and couldn't help but move in his arms, "Father, father, we are going to perform at Christmas, would you like to come and see? I will play the deer."

"Deer?"

"Yeah," Qiqi nodded, and counted for him with his fingers, "Deer, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, I will play the deer."

"Then who will play Santa Claus?"

"Li Dongdong." Qiqi gave him the name of a child, "Because he is fat and looks more like Santa Claus."

Jiang Mochen smiled slightly, "Okay, if father has time, he will go and see."

"Do you have time?" Qiqi asked.

Jiang Mochen looked at the expectation in his eyes, and couldn't bear his sadness, so he nodded, "Yes, I have time."

Qiqi became happy, leaned up to kiss him, then shyly put her head on his shoulder, embarrassed to look at him.

Jiang Mochen felt that his appearance was cute, so he touched his head and carried him back to the house.

In the evening, Jiang Mochen held Qiqi and made a video call to Yan Qingchi. Qiqi was very happy to see him, and shouted happily, "Dad."

"Ah, who did I think it was? So it's my little baby~" Yan Qingchi teased him.

Qiqi's eyes were amused by his words, and he called sweetly, "Dad."

Jiang Mochen laughed at him, "You are really good at coaxing people, return your little treasure."

"Why, what are you dissatisfied with? Chess is my baby, isn't it Chess?"

Qiqi felt embarrassed, and covered his face with his hands.

"Look, you already called him shy." Jiang Mochen glanced at his son, then at Yan Qingchi, "I'm done, and I'm going home."

"I know, the crew has posted on Weibo."

"Where are you, how many days are left?"

"It's the beginning of January, alas, it will take more than 20 days to see my little baby."

Qiqi covered his face and looked at him with his eyes open. At first, he wanted to say no, we will see you tomorrow, but then he remembered that Jiang Mochen told him not to tell Yan Qingchi and to give him a surprise, so he didn't say anything. Just smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll wait for Dad to come back."

"Okay, then you and your father will be at home first."

Qiqi nodded obediently.

Jiang Mochen asked him, "Is it cold over there? The temperature has dropped recently, remember to wear more."

"It's okay," Yan Qingchi said, "Don't worry, I will pay attention."

"Do you have a lot of scenes recently? Are you tired?"

"I'm not too tired. Shooting idol dramas is much easier than running around recording variety shows."

"I see that you are quite happy recording variety shows, and I thought you liked recording variety shows."

"That's because I record twice a month. If you let me record every day, I will definitely choose to make idol dramas in a down-to-earth manner."

Jiang Mochen smiled. He looked at Yan Qingchi leaning on the head of the bed and asked him, "Are you ready to sleep?"

"Well, there is a play at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I thought about going to bed early tonight. It's already 10 o'clock, why hasn't Qiqi gone to sleep? Isn't it usually 9 o'clock?"

"It's not that I'm waiting to video with you, that's why I'm not in a hurry to sleep." Jiang Mochen replied.

"Wow," Yan Qingchi said with emotion: "My little baby is so sweet, it's worthy of being daddy's little padded jacket."

Jiang Mochen couldn't stand his way of speaking, but chess is very useful. He looked at the phone screen and smiled stupidly. Jiang Mochen was speechless, "You can only coax chess."

"Otherwise? Do you want me to coax you?" Yan Qingchi looked at him with disgust, "Big baby? Big padded coat?"

"I still have a trench coat! Shut up!" Jiang Mochen became angry from embarrassment.

Yan Qingchi clicked his tongue, "You are really hard to coax, my little baby is cute."

Qiqi listened to the two of them talking, and asked him, "Father is a big baby, and I am a little baby, so what is father? Middle baby?"

"Hahahahahahahahaha, there is no such thing as a baby."

"What's that?"

"It's the baby's father."

Qiqi was a little dissatisfied with this statement. He pouted his lips and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of other explanations. He tilted his head and looked at him, "That's the baby."

Yan Qingchi has always been obedient to the attachment of a child like him, so he said softly, "Okay then, Dad is a baby."

Chess was happy, counting for him with his fingers, "Little baby, baby, big baby, it's like a small tree has grown into a big tree."

"Yes, when Qiqi grows up, he will be a big baby." Yan Qingchi coaxed him.

Qiqi was so coaxed by him that he bent his eyes to look at him, and told him about his school affairs, and that they were going to perform on Christmas.

"Wow, Qiqi wants to play a deer, it must be very cute." Yan Qingchi pretended to be surprised.

Qiqi asked him, "Is Dad coming to see?"

"Dad may not be able to go, Qiqi will send a photo to Dad when the time comes, please? Dad cheer for Qiqi."

"Okay." Qiqi replied sweetly.

The family of three chatted back and forth for more than half an hour, feeling a little sleepy with chess and chess, Jiang Mochen thought about Yan Qingchi getting up early tomorrow morning, so he hung up the video call and asked Yan Qingchi to go to bed early.

Qiqi was dazed and hugged by Jiang Mochen to take a bath, and asked him, "Father, can I sleep with you today?"

"Of course." Jiang Mochen wiped off the water droplets on his body with a towel, put on his pajamas, and picked him up. Qiqi was really sleepy, and fell asleep in his arms.

Jiang Mochen carried him back to his bedroom, hugged him, and soon fell asleep.

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next day, he had been feeling his eyelids twitching since the morning. Wei Lan watched him blinking nonstop with a strange expression on his face, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Why keep winking at me? Why, finally tired of Jiang Mochen wanting to hook me up? Save yourself, I don't like your type."

Yan Qingchi was speechless, "Your narcissism is exactly the same as Jiang Mochen. You are his wild brother who has been lost for many years."

"You can pull it down, you're humiliating my brother."

Yan Qingchi: "...You are in the late stage of brother control! I can't save you!"

"Regulations," Wei Lan turned to look at her manager, pointing at Yan Qingchi, "someone here speaks ill of your boss."

Yan Qingchi: "..."

Rules: "...so are you going to Fashion Night or not?"

Wei Lan waved his hand, "Don't participate, what's the point of getting together with a group of people, I'll go home."

"What about the Golden Camel Awards Ceremony? Are you going?" Zhang Zhang asked him.