Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance Chapter 12:

Chapter Twelve:

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next morning, he felt a powerless feeling of being restrained. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Jiang Mochen was still hugging him. The reason for "returning" is because in the middle of the night last night, Jiang Mochen suddenly turned over and hugged him directly. Yan Qingchi has always been a light sleeper, so when he was hugged by someone like this, he almost broke away from him and unloaded him The arm, but just a second before he made a move, his brain reacted in time, which didn't make "Shocked!" On the wedding night of the couple, the husband's blood stained the marriage bed. Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?" This terrible title was born.

He reached out to take Jiang Mochen's hand away, but Jiang Mochen reflexively held it back.

"Why?" Jiang Mochen asked in a daze.

"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."

Jiang Mochen didn't hear it and continued to fall asleep.

Qiqi looked up at Yan Qingchi outside the door, then lowered his head to look at Jiang Mochen, and said loudly, "Dad."

This time Jiang Mochen heard it, he opened his eyes dimly, and saw Qiqi sitting in front of his bed, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's time to eat." Qiqi whispered, "Eat breakfast."

Jiang Mochen smiled, he reached out and squeezed Qiqi's face, "You did it?"

Qiqi shook his head, "Uncle Yan made it."

After Qiqi finished speaking, he naturally raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi.

Jiang Mochen followed his gaze and turned his head, and saw Yan Qingchi standing outside the door, different from the pajamas he saw before going to bed, he was wearing casual white clothes.

"Can you still cook?" Jiang Mochen was a little skeptical.

"Not only can you do it, but you can do it very well." Yan Qingchi said without humility.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it~"

Yan Qingchi was disgusted by his "oh" and the tone of his voice. He shook his head "tsk tsk", and saw Jiang Mochen laughing.

He beckoned to Qiqi, "Qiqi, come here."

Qiqi immediately ran towards him.

Yan Qingchi took his hand, looked at Jiang Mochen who was sitting up, "I'll take the chess down first, and you wash up by yourself." After speaking, he turned around and took the chess and left.