After Pregnancy, I Divorced the Actor

Qi Yan specially changed the big bed for the triplets before, but now the family of eight is lying on it, and there is not enough space.

In order to make reasonable use of the space, Yan An and the six children were lying sideways. Fortunately, the children are only three years old now, and the tallest is not much taller, and they can still be squeezed when lying sideways.

Qi Yan sat on the edge of the bed, with one foot slightly folded on the bed and the other on the ground. A storybook was spread out on his lap, his head was slightly lowered, and his melodious voice echoed in the bedroom.

The seven people on the bed fell asleep defenselessly, breathing long and evenly. It sounds like a gentle song, with the taste of the quiet years.

The story book in hand has been read to the end, Qi Yan finished speaking the last word, and his voice stopped.

He closed his eyes lightly, covered the pages of the book, and turned his head to look at the person on the bed.

From left to right, lie down in sequence.

After Yan Mengmeng fell asleep, her sleeping posture began to be unrestrained. His hands and feet were on the back of his brother Yan Kuku who was next to him.

Yan Kuku still slept on his stomach, and Qi Yan concluded that when he woke up the next morning, Kuku must have half of his body hanging from the edge of the bed.

Qi Yan didn't quite understand it before, but after thinking about everything and knowing the child's true identity, he understood.

Isn’t bitter melon in nature just a long string hanging on a vine?

Next to him, Yan Zhuzhu was lying very upright, and Yan Tianjiao was lying on his side curled up into a small ball, his hands clenched into fists, and his hands folded in front of his lips.

Yan Chuying sank deeply into the bed, and could occasionally hear teeth grinding.

Yan Xingxing huddled next to Yan Eucalyptus, subconsciously grabbing the hair that his mother sprinkled on the bed with both hands.

Yan An originally hugged his daughter to listen to the story, but after falling asleep, he turned over at some point and faced Qi Yan, with his feet on Qi Yan's body.

Qi Yan watched this scene with a casual smile in his eyes.

He reached out and gently took Yan An's legs off his body, then stood up from the bed, and put the storybook aside. He looked at the people on the bed, his brows and eyes moved lightly, and the spiritual power flowed through his fingertips, filling the bedroom.

After a while, seven people disappeared on the bed sleeping in various poses, and there were seven plants in the same place.

Lemon, bitter gourd, mangosteen, capsicum, flytrap, clover, copper money grass.

Qi Yan thought for a while, sat down in front of the bed, put his elbows on the bed, and looked at the plants on the bed with his head up.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, he frowned, and there was a cough that wanted to come out of his throat, but he suppressed it forcibly, and at the same time, the smell of blood filled his entire mouth.

The color of Qi Yan's lips turned pale in an instant, but his eyes did not fluctuate at all, and the yellow, yellow, green, red, red, and brown plants were still reflected in them.

He clenched his hands into fists, pressed them to his lips, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

After a while, Qi Yan recovered a bit. He stood up with his hands on the bed, bent down, picked up the copper money plant in one hand, and picked up the clover in the other. With a flick of his white shirt sleeves, the remaining five plants on the bed turned into human shapes again.

Then Qi Yan quietly left the sons' bedroom with two plants of grass, and went to Yan'an.

He put the two grasses under the quilt, and the moment he put them down, the two grasses returned to human form again.

Yan Xingxing, who had turned into a human form, rolled into her mother's arms subconsciously. Yan Yu rubbed her head on the pillow and hugged her daughter.

With a slight smile on Qi Yan's lips, he covered the mother and daughter with a quilt, turned and left.

The night was fine tonight, but in the middle of the night, a cloud of dark clouds floated in the night sky, covering the stars, and even the moonlight became bleak.

It's a harbinger of rain.

Qi Yan stood in front of the study window, looking at the sky expressionlessly.

There was blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, and he reached out and wiped it gently. Those eyes seemed to be filled with the endless blackness of the universe, without fluctuations, as cold as icebergs.

When the first drop of rain hit the ground, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone and called Lu Dongyang.

The next day, it was daylight, and there was already movement in the children's room.

Yan Zhuzhu stood up, took the mobile phone on the bedside table and checked the time.

Yan Kuku hung half of his body in the air, and got up when he heard the movement, his tone was sleepy all night: "Brother Zhuzhu, what time is it?"

Yan Zhuzhu replied in a low voice, "It's five forty-five."

Usually at this point, they have already gone for a morning jog with their father. But today, Dad didn't come to call them. They woke up because of the biological clock developed during this time.

Even Yan Tianjiao, who was the most unwilling on weekdays and insisted on meeting Qi Yan, sat up. He rubbed his frizzy head and inadvertently formed a bird's nest: "Why hasn't Dad called us yet?" He had been lying on the bed and waiting for several minutes.

Yan Mengmeng rolled herself up under the quilt, and heard that he shrank his head out of the quilt, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes: "Did Dad oversleep?"

Yan Chuying also opened his eyes, he looked at the ceiling of the room: "If you oversleep, then let's continue to sleep."

Yan Tianjiao stood up: "No! Usually it's Dad who quarrels us, but today it's rare for Dad to sleep late, so we have to call Dad!" His eyes lit up with small flames.

Hahaha finally let him seize the opportunity, he wants to let his father know what it feels like to be woken up!

Yan Chuying was a little lazy: "Can't we sleep more together? I woke up my dad and I'm going to run again in the morning."

Yan Tianjiao has already jumped off the bed, stepped on the shoes and put them on: "Brother Yingying, you can't be so lazy. Running is good for the body, we need to run more!"

Seeing that everyone was awake, Yan Zhuzhu simply turned on the lights in the room, then walked to the window and drew the curtains aside.

He looked out the window and reminded: "It's raining outside." While speaking, Yan Zhuzhu opened the window.

Qi Yan knew that the children were afraid of thunder, so he replaced the windows with better sound insulation. The sound of the rain, which had been isolated all night, passed into the children's ears along the open window.

Yan Kuku and Yan Tianjiao who were on the ground ran over, put their hands on the window sill, and tiptoed to look out.

Yan Kuku: "Wow, it's huge."

Yan Tianjiao tried his best to reach out, trying to catch the raindrops: "It's raining so hard, no wonder Dad didn't wake us up!"

Seeing this, Yan Mengmeng and Yan Chuying who were struggling to get up on the bed fell down again.

In that case, let's sleep a little longer.

Yan Chuying said sincerely, "I love rainy days."

The two people on the bed were still trying to catch up on sleep, and the three people on the ground had seen enough of the heavy rain, and their sleepiness disappeared without a trace, so they opened the door and went out.

Yan Tianjiao was the first to rush to the study room, his footsteps were fast, with a big smile on his face, his eyes were dribbling, and it seemed that he had some bad ideas.

But all of this came to an abrupt end when he saw Qi Yan, who was leisurely drinking coffee by the window.

The coffee was not long after it was brewed, and it was still steaming. The steam is steaming, spreading out of the window, blending with the smoky morning scene outside.

Qi Yan lowered his head slightly, took a sip of coffee, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the child at the door of the study: "Woke up so early?"

Yan Tianjiao rubbed his chicken nest head, his face froze for a moment.

Hey, why does Dad get up so early when it rains? Why not give him the chance to wake up Dad?

But soon, Yan Tianjiao's expression returned to normal.

"That's right, my brothers and I are all up." Yan Tianjiao walked in, "But Brother Mengmeng and Brother Yingying are still catching up on sleep."

Qi Yan took a sip of coffee and nodded: "It's still early, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Yan Tianjiao shook his head.

"That's good." Qi Yan pursed his lips, "You and I go downstairs to cook breakfast together?"

Yan Tianjiao stopped suddenly, and looked at Qi Yan vigilantly: "Father, do you want to cook?!" Don't you? ! It's better than running in the rain!

"Can't?"

Yan Tianjiao said the truth: "Of course not! Dad, you are not suitable for cooking!"

Qi extended his hand and knocked on the child's head: "Then do you want to burn it?"

Yan Tianjiao blinked. He has coveted all kinds of tools in the kitchen for a long time, but his parents and brothers don't let him touch them!

He nodded immediately: "I want to! I want to! I must cook better than my father!"

So Qi Yan went downstairs with Yan Tianjiao in his arms, Yan Zhuzhu and Yan Kuku followed and went to the kitchen together.

In the bedroom, Yan Mengmeng and Yan Chuying lay down again, but they couldn't fall asleep.

Yan Mengmeng simply got up and pushed his younger brother: "Win Ying, let's get up and find them too."

Yan Chuying lay down for a while, and got up without holding back: "Okay."

I don't know what's going on, but he obviously has the temperament to lie down when he can lie down, sleep when he can sleep, and be lazy when he can. But how long has passed, why can't he lie down?

After the two were ready, they went out together and planned to go downstairs, but they met their sister outside.

Yan Mengmeng was slightly startled, and quickly walked towards her sister, and asked softly, "Xing Xing, are you up too?" He poked his head and looked behind, but saw no one, "Where's mother?"

Yan Xingxing touched her crooked braid, opened her black and white eyes, and replied softly, "Mom is brushing my teeth, let me go out and find my father and brothers first." She looked at the two of them, and then asked , "Where are Dad and other brothers?"

Yan Chuying stood aside and said, "They are downstairs, let's go down together."

Yan Xingxing nodded, led his two elder brothers from left to right, and went downstairs together.

In the kitchen, it was bustling.

There were three stools in front of the cooking table, Yan Ku Ku Yan Zhu Zhu Yan Tianjiao was stepping on them.

After some discussion before, only Yan Tianjiao and Qi Yan like to cook, and neither Zhuzhu nor Yan Kuku has the slightest interest in it, so Yan Tianjiao and Qi Yan are the ones who are in charge of cooking.

But because of the deep psychological shadow left by Qi Yan's cooking skills on the children, in the voting, he was defeated by 0:2.

As far as the bamboo palm knife is concerned, it is also cutting vegetables. Yan Kuku holds the bowl, that is, puts the plate.

The four perform their respective duties.

Qi Yan peeled the cucumber, washed it, and gave it to Yan Zhuzhu.

Yan Zhuzhu put the cucumber on the cutting board, and the knife raised and lowered, clicking, clicking, clicking, not deliberately, but each piece was cut very evenly and at a fast speed.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows with a little appreciation in his eyes. At such a young age, he has such an ability that he has never trained before. He deserves to be his son. In the future, Zhuzhu should be quite suitable for using swords.

Yan Tianjiao heated up the pot, clapped his hands when he saw this, and exclaimed: "Brother Zhuzhu, your knife skills are very good!"

After speaking, put oil in the pot.

When the oil was poured into the hot pan, it boiled slightly, Yan Kuku next to him subconsciously hid.

Yan Tianjiao was not afraid at all, and directly poured the cut cucumbers into the boiling oil pan, and the oil splashed everywhere.

When Yan Zhuzhu and Yan Kuku saw You Xing, they moved away a little bit, but Yan Tianjiao, who yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Loosen the spatula, and try to follow Dad's instructions, fry and fry, fry and fry, and the frying is quite happy.

Qi Yan thought, this kid is a natural martial arts blacksmith. Perhaps, the spirit sword that Zhuzhu will use in the future may come from this child.

At the door of the kitchen, Yan Mengmengyan caught Yingyan Xingxing poked three heads: "Do you need our help?"

Yan Tianjiao waved his hands vigorously: "No, there are enough people, we can't squeeze in."

The three little heads outside the kitchen nodded.

Yan Xingxing touched his crooked braid, and subconsciously looked at his father who was washing vegetables.

She wanted Dad to help her braid, but Dad was busy.

Yan Xingxing thought for a while, and asked the two people next to him: "Brother, can you help me braid my hair?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan said gently: "Xing Xing, if the brothers don't know how to pierce, let dad do it."

Yan Xingxing nodded: "Okay."

Then, she and her two brothers sat on the sofa in the living room.

She sat in the middle, Yan Mengmeng sat on the left of her sister, and Yan Chuying sat on the right, making braids for her younger sister.

Girls' shofar braids are really... the hardest thing in the world, harder than a math problem.

It's a pity that this is the first time my sister asks for help, and if my father can do it, they must be able to do it too!

Yan Mengmeng and Yan Chuying did not admit defeat, and devoted themselves to research.

Yan Xingxing just sat obediently, letting his brothers make trouble, and watched the cartoon on TV seriously.

After Yan An finished brushing his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes, and was about to go downstairs, a call came.

It is directed by Lu Dongyang.

She looked at the clock hanging on the wall a little strangely, it was still early, calling at this hour, what's the matter?

Yan Yu answered the phone with some puzzlement.

After some polite questioning, Lu Dongyang directly explained his intentions: "Yan Yu, the filming is over."

Yan Yu was surprised: "It's over? Isn't there still some scenes that haven't been filmed yet?"

Lu Dongyang sighed on the other end of the phone: "I'm really sorry, something happened on my side, so this movie can't go on, so it's over. The next movie will be edited based on the material that was shot before, and the script will be streamlined. If the editing is good, it will be released. If the effect is not good, I may send the disk to you for private collection. In order to express the apology of the director team, the film salary will be doubled according to the contract. If there is a suitable audition opportunity, I will also I will recommend you. But I think, Yan Yu, you definitely don't need my network resources. Teacher Qi's resources are far better than mine..."

After the phone call ended, Yan An sat by the bed, still feeling confused and confused.

In other words, this movie is just... finished? But why? Lu Dongyang is a great director, and all the investments have already been in place, and Lu Dongyang is ambitious, he wants to make money at the box office and at the same time he wants to win awards.

But why did he say not to continue filming?

Yan Yu clicked on the group news, and Liu Zitong and his gang were also discussing this matter enthusiastically in the group.

The ins and outs are almost the same, and the crew notified them in batches.

Everyone just found it strange, but there was no big reaction. Firstly, they are not the male and female protagonists, even if the movie comes out with good results, it will not benefit them much, and it is better to double the pay; secondly, the director team is willing to provide several important supporting roles with auditions from other crews.

Someone in the group chatted and asked her if she knew what was going on and what happened.

Yan An said that she didn't know, she was still in a daze.

After replying to the next group message, Yan An put his phone in his pocket.

She first tried to ask the system if she knew what was going on. After all, the system said that the world was a book, and it knew the plot and could help her.

But Yan Yu didn't take it seriously. If the system didn't threaten her with a child, she wouldn't have paid any attention to it.

System: [Drip - the reason is that Lu Dongyang chose a better project, so the movie ended early. 】

The system hasn't made any sound for a long time, and it has been communicating with subtitles for a while, but now it actually speaks?

Yan Yu touched his head: chose a better project?

System: [Drip—yes. 】

Yan Yu muttered to himself. That's the way it is, but it's not very good, is it?

It took a lot of hard work to film this time, and the hard work went down the drain. After this period of time, Yan An found that she didn't really like filming much, and when it was over, she thought it would be okay.

After all, her purpose has always been very clear, filming is just to make money and raise seeds, although she doesn't need it now.

But Qi Yan is the hero.

Qi Yan said that this is his last movie and he will not make another movie in the future.

This last movie, is this the end? Does he feel a little sad...

Yan Yu bit his lip, blinked his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and asked the system: I have finished all the tasks, when will you leave?

The system was silent for a moment: [Drip—don't worry the host, it will be coming soon, please wait patiently for a week. 】

Yan Yu's eyes lit up when he heard the words: Really? You're leaving in a week?

System: [Drip—yes. 】

Yan An's brows and eyes are stretched, and his body has a Didi Didi system, no matter how he doesn't care about it, he still responds. And the system even threatened her with the safety of the child! Well now, you can say goodbye to the system in a week!

She got up from the bed and bounced downstairs.

In the living room, Yan Mengmeng tried many times, and finally gave her sister a neat braid.

He was very happy, and subconsciously looked at his younger brother.

I saw Yan Chuying pursed his lips tightly, watching the new attempt, the messy braid, stretched out his hands and took it off again. Although his face was a little impatient, he was still very careful in his movements, for fear of pulling his sister's hair.

Yan Mengmeng smiled, and just when he was about to say that he had learned how to tie, he heard movement at the stairs.

The three turned their heads subconsciously.

Yan Chuying let go of his hand, and the soft hair in his hand fell down and fell on his sister's cheek.

On one side is a straight braid, and on the other side is messy hanging hair.

With this hairstyle, Yan Xingxing greeted Yan An happily: "Mom, you're here."

Yan Mengmeng and Yan Chuying also called out, "Mom!"

Yan An went over and rubbed his three heads, then looked towards the kitchen: "Dad, are they in the kitchen?"

No way? Qi Yan wants to cook again?

Yan Xingxing nodded: "Yes."

Yan Mengmeng said: "Mom, look at the shofar braid I tied for my sister!"

Yan An looked over and reached out to touch it: "Wow, Mengmeng, you tied it well, it's amazing!"

Yan Xingxing also touched it subconsciously, revealing sweet dimples: "Thank you, brother Mengmeng!"

Yan Mengmeng smiled a little embarrassedly. Yan Chuying looked at what his brother had tied, gritted his teeth, and continued to try.

He didn't believe that he couldn't handle a mere hair!

Yan Yu talked to the three children and went to the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, she looked at Yan Tianjiao who was in charge of the spoon, and then at the person who was standing beside him after washing the vegetables and teaching Yan Tianjiao how to put seasonings around his chest, she asked in surprise, "Do you cook the rice with Jiaojiao?"

Qi Yan turned his head and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I lost the vote to him."

Yan Tianjiao shook the salt in his hand, put the salt back, turned his head, and said very proudly: "Mom! Brother Kuku and Brother Zhuzhu both voted for me! I won't let you Disappointed, I will definitely cook it deliciously!"

Yan An smelled the aroma of the dishes in the kitchen: "Okay, Mom is waiting." She pointed to Qi Yan, "Then does Dad have anything else to do? If not, can I borrow from Mom first?"

Yan Tianjiao, who is in charge of the spoon, shook his hands: "It's okay, Dad will send Mommy off, you're welcome!"

Qi Yan shook his head helplessly.

"Thank you, Jiaojiao. You don't need to give it away. Mom will borrow it." Yan Yu dragged Qi Yan to stand under the eaves of the backyard.

Outside is the pattering autumn rain, the rain is not light, and it is falling. One after another water curtains slid down the eaves one after another, the whole world was foggy, and many things could not be seen clearly.

Yan Yu asked, "Did you receive a call from Director Lu?"

Qi stretched out his hand, and twisted the broken hair on Yan An's forehead to the back of his head: "Got it, is it about the end of the movie?"

Yan Yu nodded, subconsciously shrinking back. His fingertips rubbed against her ear, itching.

"Director Lu announced the end based on his own personal reasons." Qi Yan's eyes did not show any fluctuation. He looked down at Yan An, his dark eyes met hers, his fingertips came from behind her ears to her cheeks, gently rubbed against the smooth skin on her face, and asked softly, "Yan An, do you feel pity?" ?”

She bit her lip and shook her head hesitantly.

Looking at these eyes, Yan An's heart jumped for some reason, and a feeling of panic swept over him.

Subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed his fingertips: "Qi Yan, what about you?"

Qi Yan was a little surprised when he heard this, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Me?"

"Yeah." Yan Yu nodded, "You've been very busy these days, and you've been filming seriously. Didn't you say this is your last movie? As a result..."

Qi Yan smiled.

Behind him are the flowers and plants in the backyard shrouded in rain and mist. His smile seems to be the most dazzling and brilliant existence in this hazy world.

Naturally attracts the attention of all beings.

He lowered his head, his straight nose brushed Yan An's forehead and nose, and when he spoke, his breath sprayed on her face. His faint voice carried his strongest emotions, enveloping Yan Yu from all directions: "Yan Yu, except for you and the child, there is no one or anything in this world that I can feel sorry for."