Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance Chapter 9:

Chapter Nine:

Qiqi looked back and forth between the two of them twice, then put down his pen, and said softly, "Aren't you still drawing?"

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were a little embarrassed for a while, but they calmed down their playfulness and became serious.

Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper.

After drawing chess and chess in a similar manner, he turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen. Jiang Mochen looked at the sky speechlessly, thinking that it was his own, and probably really couldn't hide it. He frantically picked up the pen, and drew a stroke according to Yan Qingchi's drawing.

Qiqi saw that he had finished drawing, so he went to see Yan Qingchi again.

Yan Qingchi drew a stroke quickly, Qiqi followed quickly, and then went to see Jiang Mochen to see if he finished the painting.

Jiang Mochen felt that the few minutes of painting were as long as returning to his elementary school class. He looked at the drawing book in his hand, but he couldn't draw the pattern on the book. It's the same as children's stick figures.

This is one of Jiang Mochen's rare and depressing times that he doesn't want to recall. He couldn't figure out why he had been proficient in everything since he was a child, but he almost died in painting. He didn't want to give up easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't do it well. Born without the skill of lighting up painting, no matter how hard he tries, he can only be a low-level handicap.

Jiang Mochen sighed silently in his heart, and thought to himself, no one is perfect, and no gold is pure, but he whispered in his heart, Yan Qingchi is really a talent, this is the second time we met, He figured out his own shortcoming, very good, he wants to see how long he can pretend to be smart, but don't make a fool into his hands, when the time comes, he will definitely let Yan Qingchi sit down properly. Give him a good painting in this room, painting him for three days and three nights, in the middle of the night, so that he can't stop painting.

The three of them drew with their own moods. Jiang Mochen took advantage of a phone call in the middle and left quickly with his drawing paper. After that, he never entered the room of Qiqi again. Shanshan appeared, surprised that you guys finished the painting.

Yan Qingchi didn't expose him. After finishing the painting teaching, he had another meal at Jiang Mochen's house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mochen got up to send him off, Yan Qingchi handed the gift he brought to Qiqi.

He took out a Rubik's Cube and asked Qiqi, "Do you know what this is?"

Qiqi nodded, "Rubik's Cube."

"Can you play?"

Qiqi still nodded.

"Then you play first, wait for me to come next time, and see if you play well."

Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't make a sound, he closed his mouth slowly, and just nodded.

Yan Qingchi stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, Qiqi didn't resist, and quietly looked at him with bent eyes, like a gentle little moon.

"Then I'll come see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.

Qiqi nodded obediently, his eyes were full of softness.

Yan Qingchi thinks that he is a bit like a doll in the window, he looks good, and he has a pair of eyes that can talk, and when he bends his eyes, there is tenderness and warmth in him, which makes people can't help liking him. However, he was cautious, protecting himself with immature arms, and looked at the outside world cautiously and restrainedly.

He waved goodbye to Qiqi and left with Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen sent Yan Qingchi home in a very gentlemanly manner. After the car stopped, he turned to look at Yan Qingchi and asked, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"

"I'm very happy." Yan Qingchi said truthfully.

Jiang Mochen snorted coldly.

Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, "What, are you unhappy?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to be so preoccupied under his gentle appearance, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed, he bumped Jiang Mochen's arm, "You've been preoccupied all day, aren't you tired?"

Jiang Mochen turned to stare at him, "Shut up."

Yan Qingchi made an OK gesture, "Let's skip this topic and change the topic."

Jiang Mochen thought for a while, and finally got a serious expression, and said seriously: "What do you think of Qiqi?"

"Very cute, well-behaved, and sensible."

"Do you like him?" Jiang Mochen continued to ask.

"I like it."

This answer was expected by Jiang Mochen.

"Do you want to see him tomorrow?"

"Yes, can't you?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Mochen looked at him, "Since you have already made an agreement with him, then go, next time, tell me first."

He is the father of the child, so Yan Qingchi naturally couldn't refuse such a request: "Okay."

After the two of them finished chatting about their children, they chatted a few words about their marriage. Jiang Mochen said calmly, "Although it may be cruel to say this, I still want to make it clear in advance that marriage between you and me is not based on love. Basically, it's about what you want and what you want," he looked at Yan Qingchi, "the reason why you are willing to promise me, whether it's for the 50 million or for other things, I can give it, As long as it’s not too much, I’m willing to give it to you. So, if I can’t give it to you, then you’d better not think about it.”

His words were a little cold, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "I won't fall in love with anyone easily, so after marriage, I may, no, I should, and I shouldn't like you very much, I can assure you that I can fulfill the responsibilities of a husband, and I will cooperate with your ideas and requirements as much as possible. But, I hope you can remember what I said tonight, don't do it for the so-called love after marriage If you don't love but get entangled, that will only make yourself look ugly."

Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to say these words so indifferently, he looked at Jiang Mochen, and could only see the calmness and indifference in his eyes. Yan Qingchi felt that everyone was indeed a polyhedron. Five minutes ago, Jiang Mochen was still haggling with him, more childish than chess, and now he was able to calmly discuss conditions with himself, paving the way for his future.

But this is not a problem for him, he smiled, bright eyes, "I know, don't worry, as long as you don't like me, I won't like you."

Jiang Mochen smiled lightly, as if he felt ridiculous at his sentence "as long as you don't like me", he said: "Then you can rest assured."