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ninety two:

On December 11, Jiang Mochen finally officially finished the filming of "Lost". He didn't rush to visit Yan Qingchi's class first, but went home first to watch chess.

Qiqi was surprised when he saw him. He rubbed his eyes and made sure he was still there. He took off his shoes and didn't have time to put his schoolbag away, so he ran towards him, hugged his waist, raised his head and smiled at him.

Jiang Mochen touched his head, bent down and picked him up.

"do you miss me?"

"think."

"How much do you think?"

Qiqi stretched out his hands, gestured to a distance that was already very long for him, and replied softly, "I think so."

Jiang Mochen was amused by him, kissed him, and felt a little embarrassed again, and quietly took his hand back.

"What do you want to eat at night?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

Qiqi tilted his head and thought about it, but he didn't think of what he particularly wanted to eat, so he said truthfully: "You can eat anything."

Jiang Mochen looked at Aunt Zhang who was standing not far away, "What's for dinner?"

"I didn't know that you were coming back, young master, and planned to make spare ribs for the young master. He liked sweet and sour pork ribs a while ago."

"Then eat this, and fry a few other dishes."

"Okay." Aunt Zhang responded and was busy preparing meals.

Jiang Mochen went up the stairs with the chess in his arms.

Chess was in his arms, and he grabbed the buttons on his clothes and asked him, "Father, are you finished?"

"I'm done. When I come back this time, I won't leave. You can stay at home with Qiqi."

"What about Dad? Isn't Dad finished?"

"Qiqi misses Dad?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

Qiqi blinked, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, his voice was very soft, with the softness of a child, "Dad wants to work, adults have to work, so Dad also has to work, just like chess. It's like going to school in chess, but chess and chess will go home after school, and he is at home on weekends, but his father is not there."

Jiang Mochen looked at him and felt distressed for a while. When he is alone, he feels that his time at home is actually not too short. He is not a model worker. He only accepts one or two scripts every year. The rest of the time, in addition to shooting magazines, advertisements, attending events, and attending award ceremonies, Most of them are managing Nancheng or sharing some work for Jiang Xingchen. @Infinite good text, all in

At that time, he felt that his time was sufficient, even if he adopted a child, it was still possible.

But when he really adopted Qiqi, he realized that adults are different from children, and children will always need more time to accompany, care for, and watch him grow step by step. Jiang Mochen once reflected on whether his decision was a bit hasty, and whether he should not have adopted Qiqi. But soon, he overthrew his own idea-he was always better than an orphanage, a child should always have a home of his own.

Let's wait for another two years, he thought, at that time, Nancheng's current first-line artists will also gain a firm foothold in the circle, Yan Qingchi will also become an independent artist, and he will be able to reduce appearances, like a normal person. Like office workers, they go to work in the company in the morning and go home after get off work in the evening. That's fine, you can play with chess and chess well.

"So Qiqi misses Dad?" he asked.

Qiqi squeezed his button and nodded lightly.

Jiang Mochen kissed him, Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, Jiang Mochen smiled, "Then let's go see him, shall we?"

Qiqi is very smart. As soon as he said this, Qiqi thought of the last time he and his aunt went to see them.

"Is it like my aunt and I did last time?"

"Yes, there is no aunt this time, father will accompany you."

"OK."

Qiqi smiled and rolled his eyes, "When are we going?"

Jiang Mochen asked him, "When do you want to go to Qiqi?"

Chess puffed his cheeks and thought for a while, "Can I be after school tomorrow afternoon? That way I can stay with my dad for a weekend and then come back to school."

Jiang Mochen didn't expect that he was still thinking about going to school, so he couldn't help laughing and boasted: "Qiqi is really a good student, I still remember to come back to school."

When Qiqi said this, he seemed very happy, and he couldn't help but move in his arms, "Father, father, we are going to perform a show for Christmas. Would you like to come? I will play the deer."

"Little deer?"

"Mmmm," Chess nodded and counted with his fingers, "Deer, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, I'll play the deer."

"Then who plays Santa Claus?"

"Li Dongdong." Qiqi gave him the name of a child, "because he is fat and looks more like Santa Claus."

Jiang Mochen smiled slightly, "Okay, if my father has time, I'll go see it."

"Is there time?" Qiqi asked.

Jiang Mochen looked at the expectation in his eyes and couldn't bear to feel sad, so he nodded, "Yes, there is time."

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Qiqi became happy, leaned up and kissed him, and then shyly put his head on his shoulder, embarrassed to look at him.

Jiang Mochen thought he looked a little cute, so he touched his head,

He carried him back into the house.

In the evening, Jiang Mochen held Qiqi and made a video call to Yan Qingchi. Qiqi was very happy to see him and shouted with joy, "Dad."

"Yeah, who did I think it was? It turned out to be my little baby~" Yan Qingchi teased him.

Qiqi was amused by his words, his eyes were bent, and he shouted sweetly, "Dad."

Jiang Mochen laughed at him, "You really know how to coax people and return your baby."

"What, do you have any dissatisfaction? Chess is my little treasure, isn't it Chess?"

Qiqi was embarrassed, and reached out to cover his face.

"Look, you call him shy." Jiang Mochen glanced at his son, then at Yan Qingchi, "I'm done, and I'll go home."

"I know, the crew posted on Weibo."

"How about you, how many days are left?"

"It's the beginning of January, sigh, it will take more than 20 days to see my little baby."

Qiqi covered his face and opened his eyes to look at him. He wanted to say no, we'll see you tomorrow, but he thought that Jiang Mochen had told him not to tell Yan Qingchi and wanted to give him a surprise, so he didn't say anything, just smiled. Said, "It's okay, I'll wait for Dad to come back."

"Okay, then you stay at home with your father first."

Chess nodded obediently.

Jiang Mochen asked him, "Is it cold over there? It's cooling down recently, remember to wear more."

"It's okay," Yan Qingchi said, "Don't worry, I will pay attention."

"Have you been playing a lot recently? Are you tired?"

"It's not too tiring. Shooting idol dramas is much easier than running around recording variety shows."

"I saw that you were quite happy to record variety shows, and I thought you were quite fond of variety shows."

"That's because I record twice a month. If you let me record every day, I will definitely choose to shoot idol dramas in a down-to-earth way."

Jiang Mochen smiled. He looked at Yan Qingchi leaning on the head of the bed and asked him, "Ready to sleep?"

"Well, there is a play at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I thought about going to bed early tonight. It's already 10 o'clock. Why haven't I slept yet? Isn't it usually 9 o'clock?"

"I'm not waiting for the video with you, so I'm not in a hurry to sleep." Jiang Mochen replied.

"Wow," Yan Qingchi sighed with emotion, "My little baby is so sweet, as expected of my father's little padded jacket."

Jiang Mochen couldn't stand his way of talking, but chess and chess were very useful. He looked at the screen of his mobile phone and smiled stupidly. Jiang Mochen was speechless, "You can only coax chess and chess."

"Otherwise? Do you want me to coax you too?" Yan Qingchi looked at him with disgust, "Big baby? Big cotton coat?"

"I still have a big trench coat! Shut up!" Jiang Mochen became angry.

Yan Qingchi snorted, "You are really hard to coax, but my little baby is cute."

Qiqi listened to the two of them and asked him, "My father is the big baby, and I am the little baby. What is the father? The middle baby?"

"Hahahahahahaha, how can there be such a statement as a baby."

"what is that?"

"It's the baby's father."

Qiqi was a little dissatisfied with this statement. He pouted for a long time and thought about it for a long time. He didn't think of any other statement. He tilted his head and looked at him, "That's baby."

Yan Qingchi has always been obedient to the obsession of a child like him, so he said softly, "Alright then, Dad is a treasure."

Chess was happy, and counted to him with his fingers, "Little baby, baby, big baby, like a small tree has grown into a big tree."

"Yes, when chess grows up, it will be a big baby." Yan Qingchi coaxed him.

Qiqi was coaxed by him to look at him, and told him about his school, and also said that they were going to perform on Christmas.

"Wow, chess and chess is going to play a deer, it must be very cute." Yan Qingchi pretended to be surprised.

Qiqi asked him, "Dad come to see?"

"Dad may not be able to go. Can you send a photo of Chess to Dad? Dad cheers for Chess."

"Okay." Qiqi replied sweetly.

The family of three chatted with me for more than half an hour, chess and chess was a little sleepy, Jiang Mochen remembered that Yan Qingchi was going to get up early tomorrow morning, so he hung up the video call and let Yan Qingchi go to bed earlier.

Chess and chess was taken a shower by Jiang Mochen in a daze, and asked him, "Father, can I sleep with you today?" @Infinite 好文, all in

"Of course." Jiang Mochen took a towel to dry the water droplets on his body, put on his pajamas, and picked him up. He was really sleepy and fell asleep in his arms.

Jiang Mochen took him back to his bedroom, hugged him, and soon fell asleep.

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next day, he felt that his eyelids were twitching since the morning, Wei Lan watched him blinking his eyes incessantly with a strange expression, "What are you doing? Why keep giving I wink? Why, finally tired of Jiang Mochen wanting to hook up with me? Forget it, I don't like your type."

Yan Qingchi was speechless, "Your narcissism is exactly the same as Jiang Mochen. You are his long-lost wild brother."

"You can pull it down, humiliating my brother."

Yan Qingchi: "...You are in the late stage of brother control! I didn't save you!"

"Articles," Wei Lan turned to look at his agent and pointed at Yan Qingchi, "Someone here speaks ill of your boss."

Yan Qingchi: "..."

Regulations: "...So are you going to participate in the fashion night?"

Wei Lan waved, "If you don't participate, what's the point of a group of people getting together, I'll go home."

"What about the Golden Camel Awards Ceremony? Are you going?" Zhang Zhi asked him.

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