Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 95. ninety five

Ninety-five:

Jiang Mochen felt that he really couldn't imagine Yan Qingchi's innocent and innocent appearance. He felt very strange. According to Yan Qingchi's intelligence and his personality of keeping everything in one hand, how could Li Xinran deceive him like that? It's like that at Li Xinran's place. Is it really because Li Xinran is Yan Qingchi's first love, so Yan Qingchi comes with a 1500-meter filter and is willing to be a little bit low. Jiang Mochen felt that if this was the case, then he wanted to beat Li Xinran violently now, so why? What's so good about this scumbag!

Yan Qingchi looked at him with a suddenly stern face, a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Mochen looked up at him, feeling distressed and angry at him, and finally he could only say: "Next time this scumbag calls you, you just transfer it to me, and I'll handle it."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "But probably not. He now thinks that I have offended some big shot, so others use him to mess with me. I am afraid that I will become a victim, so I wish I had never known me."

"Oh, rubbish." Jiang Mochen scolded.

Yan Qingchi completely agrees, "Yes, it's still the one that can't be recycled."

After the two of them finished talking about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingxu's nonsense, Yan Qingchi took a shower and was about to go to bed, but when he left the bathroom for Jiang Mochen to wash, he realized that Jiang Mochen was writing and drawing something.

"What are you doing?" He walked over and leaned over to look at Jiang Mochen.

Seeing that he came out, Jiang Mochen handed him the pen naturally, "Qiqi asked me to draw with him, and you know I'm not very good at drawing, so I said that when you come back, the three of us will draw together." , he said to draw a swallow."

Jiang Mochen said as he took out a piece of drawing paper, "This is a chess drawing. I was afraid that if the drawing was not good, it would affect my father's image in his heart, so I found an excuse to divert his attention." , thinking that when I see you, you can help me cheat, okay?"

Yan Qingchi smiled, and sat down on the sofa. He looked at the swallow drawn by chess and chess, and then at Jiang Mochen's drawing, and said softly: "If you don't tell me, I should really think you It's what chess draws."

Jiang Mochen himself had no choice, "What can I do, I am also desperate."

"Student Jiang, you need a teacher to teach one-on-one in small classes." Yan Qingchi looked at him.

Jiang Mochen is very willing, but, "Teacher, you seem to have no time."

"Wait for next month, next month I will be finished, I will teach you well."

"Then teacher, you have to finish it quickly."

"Unfortunately, it's not up to the teacher to decide."

Jiang Mochen sighed, "You draw first, draw a few more movements and styles according to your liking, and when I go back, I will say that I drew it, and show it to Qiqi."

"Got it, go take a shower."

Jiang Mochen stood up, looked at him holding a pen and staring at the drawing paper in front of him, with focused eyes, bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and looked up at him reflexively, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Mochen squeezed the place where he just kissed, and said softly: "Knowledge and reason."

Yan Qingchi was almost amused by these four words, "Me? Knowledgeable and reasonable?"

"Can't you?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head with emotion, "Unexpectedly, I would have a day when I was told to be educated and reasonable. It's not easy."

Jiang Mochen smiled, "Draw well."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom.

The moment the door was closed, Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi who was drawing with his head down, and heaved a sigh of relief. He has been thinking about the rings of the two of them since Yan Qingchi left on his birthday. Jiang Mochen had an initial idea, and after communicating with the designer, he was also approved by the designer, but there was only one troublesome thing, that is, he would not draw.

He didn't want other hands to fight against Yan Qingchi, so he could only let Yan Qingchi help him complete it. It's just that Jiang Mochen closed the door gently, and Yan Qingchi couldn't let Yan Qingchi know whether it was the surprise he was planning to propose.

As for the operation of getting married first and then proposing, who stipulated that you can't propose after getting married?

He will make up what he owes Yan Qingchi one by one, confession, marriage proposal, wedding, publicity, these links, one day, he will make up all of them. Their relationship is like a receding train, which is different from others who end in marriage—they have already reached the end, but they are not in a hurry to get off the train, but slowly retreating along the track, in different moods , to enjoy the scenery missed along the way.

When Jiang Mochen came out of the shower, Yan Qingchi had already drawn several swallows for him, some were simple, some were complicated, some were standing, some were flying, "Is that all right?" He asked Jiang Mo Chen.

Jiang Mochen nodded, "Yes, it's pretty good."

"Then you learn to draw. If you can't learn it, just give this to Qiqi." Yan Qingchi stood up and stretched, "Oh, I'm tired, go to sleep."

"Okay." Jiang Mochen carefully put away the painting and put it back in his bag.

In the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Mochen returned to City X with chess and chess, and Yan Qingchi stayed on the set to film.

Soon, Christmas Eve came, and the crew prepared an apple for everyone, and even asked everyone to quit work early and go back to rest. The chess performance happened to be today, and Yan Qingchi returned to his room after playing the play, preparing to connect with Jiang Mochen and let him broadcast live.

Wei Lan and Wei Xun agreed to spend the festival together today, but Wei Lan waited for a long time, Wei Xun didn't come, he was free and curious about chess, so he went with Yan Qingchi out of his room.

Yan Qingchi was very helpless, "You are really idle."

"Yes," Wei Lan admitted directly, "Oh, I don't know if my brother has arrived yet?"

"He will contact you when he arrives, don't worry."

"I know, let's see your son." Wei Lan urged him.

Yan Qingchi sat down on the sofa, looked at his watch, and realized that it was almost time for the chess and chess performance, so he sent a video call to Jiang Mochen directly without further delay.

Jiang Mochen picked it up after a while, and Wei Lan didn't even recognize him. He put on makeup, retouched his eyebrows and eyes, and wore a pair of glasses. He looked a bit deserted, and he even wore a mask.

"Wear a mask indoors, you are not afraid of attracting attention." Wei Lan reminded him.

Jiang Mochen frowned, "Why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at Xiaoqiqi."

Yan Qingchi finally realized that he didn't tell Jiang Mochen that Wei Lan knew about the existence of Qiqi, so he immediately raised his hand and confessed, "I was wrong, I forgot to tell you, I told Wei Lan Chess, but he promised me that he would not tell anyone else."

Jiang Mochen felt helpless, "Since when did you have such a good relationship with him? Tell him everything?"

Wei Lan looked proud, "For someone as good as me, naturally he will like me after a little contact with me, which is normal."

Jiang Mochen was very suspicious of this sentence, he looked at Yan Qingchi, and seemed to ask again, do you agree?

However, what can Yan Qingchi say? He looks at Wei Lan just as he looks at his former younger brother, so he can only smile slightly, "Let's just watch chess."

Jiang Mochen adjusted his mobile phone and aimed it at the stage. After a while, the performance began. Yan Qingchi watched the stage slowly light up, and the children in Christmas tree clothes swayed left and right to the music. Immediately afterwards, children wearing reindeer costumes and antlers came onto the stage one by one. They held a rope in their hands, and the rope was tied to a wooden prop sleigh. In the car sat a fat man in Santa Claus clothes. little boy with stack of gift boxes behind him.

They stood in two rows in the center of the stage, holding hands and singing Christmas songs. Santa Claus sat in the car, singing, and took out the gift boxes from the car and threw them to the audience. The gift boxes are very light, and the gifts inside should not be very heavy, so even if it hits someone, it will not hurt. The parents at the scene received the gifts and exclaimed "wow" very cooperatively.

Santa Claus on the stage also came out of the car and stood in the middle of the stage, reindeer circled around him, and the Christmas tree danced beside him.

At the end of a song, the children stood neatly in a row and bowed to everyone and shouted Merry Christmas to everyone. The parents applauded vigorously and shouted "Yes".

Then the stage went dark, and Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen say, "Wait a minute."

The phone camera starts to shake.

"What did he do?" Wei Lan asked Yan Qingchi.

After all, Yan Qingchi has lived with Jiang Mochen for such a long time, so he knows him a little bit, "I should have gone to the backstage to watch chess."

Wei Lan hurriedly nodded "Oh oh oh".

It took a long time before the white light came out from the screen of the phone again, followed by a few children's words sporadically.

"What is this?"

"I'll give you this, can you exchange it with me?"

"Oh, don't pull my tail anymore, you have it too."

Then Yan Qingchi heard a familiar voice, "Dad."

The voice was small and soft, but it was hard to hide the excitement. A small head poked into the camera, it was chess.

Jiang Mochen quickly straightened the phone, and Qiqi's entire upper body appeared on the screen. They seemed to have chosen a quiet place, and they could no longer hear the voices of other children talking.

Yan Qingchi saw that Qiqi was still wearing the little reindeer clothes and antlers, cute and soft. Yan Qingchi knew that he was afraid of strangers, so he pushed Wei Lan out of the camera. Wei Lan was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.

Yan Qingchi looked at the little reindeer in the video and smiled, "Dad saw it just now, the chess performance is great."

"Really? Did you really see it?"

"Well, I heard Qiqi singing, and Qiqi singing is also very nice."

Qiqi blushed, and he didn't know whether it was hot or shy, "Look, Dad," he held up a fluffy Christmas stocking-like bag, "This is a Christmas gift from the teacher for us."

"Wow," Yan Qingchi cooperatively expressed his amazement, "It looks great."

Qiqi nodded, then lowered his head, opened the bag in front of him, and took out the contents.

"It's a little deer." He shook the little deer in his hand at Yan Qingchi.

"Well, it's cute."

Qiqi put the deer in again, and continued to dig out, "What is this?"

He took out a small square box tied with a ribbon from it, shook it, put it on his ear and listened, then handed it to Jiang Mochen, and asked for help: "What is this?"