Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

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Chapter Eleven:

The two of them played jigsaw puzzles with Qiqi for a while. Seeing that Qiqi was a little sleepy, they washed him and coaxed him to fall asleep before they started drinking.

They sat on chairs in the master bedroom with a small coffee table in the middle. Yan Qingchi felt that it was boring to just drink, and suggested something to play. Jiang Mochen thought about it, found a pair of poker in the drawer, and started playing.

Yan Qingchi was playing poker with him, drinking and talking.

Jiang Mochen didn't talk much at first, but later he drank too much and began to sigh one after another.

At the end of the game, the two of them didn't care about poker anymore, but leaned on their chairs and talked, complaining about their inner unhappiness.

Jiang Mochen didn't understand very well, "Are you saying I'm obsessed with my mind, otherwise why would I like someone so aggrieved?"

Yan Qingchi knew that he was talking about Xiao Bailian, and after thinking about it, he could only reply, "Probably so."

Jiang Mochen was silent for a while, then suddenly turned to ask him, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

"No." Yan Qingchi habitually denied it, and heard Jiang Mochen hum, "You are not authentic, you just broke up with your boyfriend."

Yan Qingchi said in her heart that he was not my boyfriend.

But this matter will involve his own time-travel, so he smiled perfunctoryly, "We broke up, and I don't like it anymore."

Jiang Mochen was also really a little drunk, so he didn't hold on to him any more, nodded "Mmmm" and said, "Yes, I don't like it anymore."

Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, and saw that his face was a little confused and hazy, and murmured, "I don't like it anymore."

"Then remember what you said."

"Of course I remember," he turned to look at Yan Qingchi, "I still remember that we got the certificate today."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, walked directly to Yan Qingchi, and hugged him, "Go, it's time for our bridal chamber."

Yan Qingchi wanted to struggle to get down, but when he heard this, he was stunned, "What did you say?"

Jiang Mochen turned around and walked a few steps, threw him on the bed, and began to unbutton his shirt, "What else can I say, the marriage is over, so naturally it's time to fulfill the obligations of husband and wife."

Who wants to fulfill the obligations of husband and wife with you! ! ! Yan Qingchi spit out a mouthful of blood. He rolled around on the bed and got out of the bed. Seeing that he was about to slip away, Jiang Mochen grabbed him with his long legs and grabbed him, "Why, you dare not get married and don't dare to drive."

"You're all drunk, and you still want to drink and drive?" Yan Qingchi looked down, didn't he say that drunken sex is nonsense.

Jiang Mochen saw his gaze, and it was rare to have a heart-to-heart connection with him, "You can try it and see how drunk I am and whether I can drive under the influence."

"One drop of wine for the driver, two lines of tears for the relatives." Yan Qingchi tried to persuade him.

Jiang Mochen's face was gentle, "Don't worry, your relatives will never have two lines of tears, and it is your own two lines of tears if you die."

Yan Qingchi struggled and said, "Look, you also learned to draw with me."

Jiang Mochen snorted, "That counts?"

"Of course! It's not official, but one day is a teacher and a lifelong father. You can't treat your father like this."

"Remind me of that later, when we're heading to the edge of the city, Dad."

Yan Qingchi was helpless, "Why don't you listen to advice?"

Jiang Mochen pulled him back and pressed him firmly, "You don't listen to me."

After he finished speaking, he began to unbutton Yan Qingchi's clothes.

Yan Qingchi held his hand, "The last question, can you accept us all at once?"

Jiang Mochen approached him, his lips were almost close to his, and he said, "Baby, I can accept that I come several times a night."

Yan Qingchi understood, he let go of his hands and spread out to both sides, posing as if he was willing to die generously, "Come on, let's fight quickly."

Jiang Mochen felt that he was probably a little drunk, and even thought that Yan Qingchi was cute like this. He patted Yan Qingchi's face, "That's a little difficult."

Facts have proved that Jiang Mochen's words are still very informative. When he got down from Qiu Ming Mountain and returned to the city center, Yan Qingchi was lying on the bed, feeling the weakness of his body. He deeply felt that Jiang Mochen really deserved to be the protagonist in the book.

Jiang Mochen turned on the light and saw that the quilt was slanted on his waist, and there were obvious hickeys scattered on the tender white skin, like petals on the snow. Yan Qingchi squinted his eyes under the light, his black hair sticking to his face wet with sweat, very beautiful and gorgeous.

He has tossed people into this by himself. Now that the car battle is over, his conscience realizes that he can't help but slow down his tone and ask in a warm voice, "Do you want me to hold you and rush for a while?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him with a bewildered look on his face, he sat up, but suddenly thought of something and looked back at Jiang Mochen, "So you've ended the battle, right?"

"Do you still want to continue?" Jiang Mochen said with a smile.

Yan Qingchi stared at him, suddenly stepped forward and pushed him, "It's not impossible."

Jiang Mochen never thought that he actually planned to practice what he said before, but he felt speechless for a while, and pressed the person from his body to his body on the spot, "I thought you were tired, but you seem to be very energetic. Well, one more time."

Yan Qingchi said in her heart that it was natural. How much physical strength can be spent on this nighttime activity, especially when he is still lying down, but it is the first time for him, and there is still a little bit of energy.

feel strange. Therefore, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to support Jiang Mochen's waist, and said with a smile, "Wherever you are, let's rest, you have worked hard too."

Jiang Mochen is still good at getting cheap, "It's not hard work, if you want, it's worth the hard work."

"How can I be willing to do this." Yan Qingchi cooperated, "Let's rest, it's getting late, it's time to sleep."

As he said, he moved to the side and slowly got out of the bed.

Seeing him walking to the bathroom with his waist, Jiang Mochen felt a little worried, "You really don't want me to help?"

When Yan Qingchi turned around, he saw that he was about to come down, and he waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I know it myself, I will come by myself."

Hearing this, Jiang Mochen paused, then raised his eyebrows, "Yo, it looks like an old driver, very skilled." He had lied to himself before that he didn't like anyone! fraud!

Yan Qingchi listened to his strange yin and yang, and said helplessly, "I haven't eaten pork and I haven't watched Pig Run. You found out that you like boys and didn't read related books, and you haven't read that kind of coughing Xiao Huang later. Book."

"just looking?"

"It's said that although I'm good-looking, I don't lie. Don't think everyone is as dirty as you are."

"Why am I so dirty, I just have a look, okay?"

Now it's Yan Qingchi's turn to disbelieve, "You? Just look? Don't practice?"

"I am clean."

"I think your eyes are above the top."

Jiang Mochen picked up the pillow and smashed it on him.

Yan Qingchi dodged, laughing loudly, "I'm still angry." He saw that Jiang Mochen was about to attack again, he hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and quickly closed the door while the other party gritted his teeth.

Yan Qingchi turned on the shower, rushed in quickly, and endured shame to get the contents out of her body. He wiped his hair with a bath towel, then blew it with a hairdryer for a while, and walked out when it was almost half dry.

"Is the sheets changed?" As soon as he went to bed, he found that the sheets on the bed seemed to have been changed.

Jiang Mochen said "um", handed out the medicine at the head of the bed, and said a little embarrassedly, "Here it to you."

Yan Qingchi took it, put it on the head of his bed, pulled the quilt, and got in.

"Did I give it to you to put it there for you to watch?" Jiang Mochen felt that his little patience would be consumed by the people around him sooner or later.

"I just checked, and I'm not injured, so there's no need to use it."

"real?"

"Exactly."

Hearing what Jiang Mochen said, he stopped insisting, turned off the light, and lay down.

In the dark night, there was a moment of silence between the two of them.

Yan Qingchi was also a little sleepy at the moment, said "good night", turned around, turned his back to him, and fell asleep.

Only Jiang Mochen was left with his eyes open in the dark night, and after a long time, he slowly closed them.

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