Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

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Jiang Mochen felt that he really could not have imagined Yan Qingchi's innocent and innocent appearance. He thought it was very strange. According to Yan Qingchi's intelligence and his personality, how could Li Xinran deceive him into that, and how could he be with Li Xinran. Eat at a loss like that. Is it really because Li Xinran is Yan Qingchi's first love, so Yan Qingchi comes with a 1500-meter filter, and is willing to be a low-lying person. Jiang Mochen felt that if this was the case, then he wanted to beat Li Xinran violently now, why would he really be! What's so good about this scumbag!

Yan Qingchi looked at him suddenly with a cold face, a little puzzled, "What's the matter with you?"

Jiang Mochen raised his eyes and looked at him, feeling a little distressed and angry at him, and finally he could only say: "Next time this scum calls you again, you can directly transfer it to me, and I will handle it."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "But probably not. He now thinks I offended some big man, so others use him to mess with me, fearing that he will become a victim, so he wishes he never knew me."

"Oh, garbage." Jiang Mochen scolded.

Yan Qingchi completely agreed, "Yes, it's still the non-recyclable kind."

After the two of them finished talking about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingxu, Yan Qingchi took a shower and prepared to go to bed, but when they left the bathroom and let Jiang Mochen wash, they found that Jiang Mochen was writing and drawing something.

"What are you doing?" He walked over and leaned over to look at Jiang Mochen. @Infinite good text, all in

When Jiang Mochen saw him coming out, he naturally handed him the pen, "Qiqi asked me to paint with him, you know I'm not very good at painting, so he said that when you come back, the three of us will paint together, and he will paint with him. If you say, then draw a swallow."

Jiang Mochen said, and took out a piece of drawing paper, "This is a chess and chess drawing. I was afraid that the bad drawing would affect my father's image in his heart, so I found an excuse to divert his attention, thinking about it. When I see you, you can cheat for me, okay?"

Yan Qingchi smiled and sat down on the sofa. He looked at the swallow drawn by chess and chess, and then at Jiang Mochen's drawing, and said softly: "If you don't tell me, I should really think that you are the chess player. Chess drawing."

Jiang Mochen himself was very helpless, "What can I do, I'm also very desperate."

"Classmate Jiang, you need a teacher to teach one-on-one small classes." Yan Qingchi looked at him.

Jiang Mochen is very willing, but, "Teacher, you don't seem to have time."

"Wait for next month, I will finish next month, I will teach you well."

"Then teacher, you have to hurry up and finish."

"Unfortunately, this is not up to the teacher to decide."

Jiang Mochen sighed, "You draw first, and draw a few more movements and styles according to what you like. After I go back, I will say that I drew it and show it to chess."

"Understood, let's go take a shower."

Jiang Mochen stood up and looked at him holding a pen and staring at the drawing paper in front of him, his brows focused, and he bent down and kissed his face.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and looked up at him in a conditioned reflex, "Why?"

Jiang Mochen squeezed where he had just kissed, and said warmly, "Know the book and make sense."

Yan Qingchi was amused by these four words, "Me? Knowledgeable?"

"Can't you?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head with emotion, "I didn't expect that one day I would be said to be knowledgeable, it's not easy."

Jiang Mochen smiled, "Paint well, you."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom.

At the moment when the door was closed, Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi who was drawing with his head down, and he was slightly relieved. He has been thinking about their rings since Yan Qingchi left on his birthday. Jiang Mochen had a preliminary idea, and after communicating with the designer, he was approved by the designer, but there was only one trouble, that he would not draw.

He and Yan Qingchi didn't want to pretend to be the other hand, so he could only let Yan Qingchi help him do it. However, Jiang Mochen closed the door gently. It was the surprise he was going to use to propose, and Yan Qingchi couldn't know it now.

As for the operation of getting married first and then proposing, who stipulated that you cannot propose after marriage?

He will make up for what he owes Yan Qingchi, confession, marriage proposal, wedding, publicity, these links, one day, he will make up all of them. Their relationship is like a backward train, which is different from other people's ending of marriage - they have already reached the end, but they are not in a hurry to get off, but slowly retreat along the track, in a different mood , to enjoy the scenery you missed along the way.

By the time Jiang Mochen came out of the bath, Yan Qingchi had already drawn several swallows for him, some simple, some complex, some standing, some flying, "Is that alright?" He asked Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen nodded, "Yes, it's pretty good."

"Then learn to draw. If you can't learn it, give this to Qiqi." Yan Qingchi stood up and stretched, "Oh, I'm tired, go to sleep."

"Okay." Jiang Mochen carefully put away the painting and put it back in his bag.

In the afternoon of the second day, Jiang Mochen returned to X City with chess and chess, and Yan Qingchi continued to stay in the crew to film.

Soon, Christmas Eve arrived, and the crew prepared an apple for everyone, and even told everyone to stop work early and go back to rest. The chess and chess performance was just today. After the play, Yan Qingchi returned to his room to prepare to connect with Jiang Mochen and let him

live.

Wei Lan and Wei Xun agreed to celebrate the festival together today, but Wei Lan looked forward to it for a while, Wei Xun didn't come, he was idle and had nothing to do, and was a little curious about chess and chess, so he followed Yan Qingchi into his room Room.

Yan Qingchi was helpless, "You are really idle."

"Yeah," Wei Lan admitted directly, "Oh, I don't know if my brother is here yet?"

"He will contact you when he arrives, don't worry."

"I know, look at your son." Wei Lan urged him.

Yan Qingchi sat down on the sofa, looked at his watch, and realized that it was almost time for the chess performance, so he didn't delay any longer, and directly sent a video call to Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen picked it up after a while, Wei Lan didn't even recognize him, he put on makeup, retouched his eyebrows and eyes, and put on a pair of glasses, looking a little deserted, and wearing a mask.

"Wear a mask indoors, you are not afraid of attracting others' attention." Wei Lan reminded him.

Jiang Mochen frowned, "Why are you here?"

"I'll watch Xiaoqiqi."

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Yan Qingchi only then realized that he didn't tell Jiang Mochen that Wei Lan knew about the existence of chess and chess, so he immediately raised his hand and said frankly, "I was wrong, I forgot to tell you, I told Wei Lan about chess and chess. things, but he promised me not to tell anyone else."

Jiang Mochen felt helpless, "When did you have such a good relationship with him? Tell him everything?"

Wei Lan looked proud, "A good person like me naturally likes me after a little contact with me, which is normal."

Jiang Mochen was very suspicious of this sentence. He looked at Yan Qingchi and seemed to ask again, do you agree?

However, what can Yan Qingchi say? He looks at Wei Lan almost like he looks at his former younger brother, so he can only smile slightly, "Let's watch chess and chess."

Jiang Mochen adjusted his phone and pointed it at the stage. After a while, the performance began. Yan Qingchi watched the stage light up slowly, and the children in Christmas tree clothes swayed to the music. Immediately afterwards, children wearing reindeer costumes and antlers came to the stage one by one. They held a rope in their hands, and the rope was tied to a wooden prop sleigh. In the car sat a fat man dressed in Santa Claus clothes. little boy with gift boxes piled behind him.

They stood in two rows in the center of the stage, hand in hand singing Christmas carols, and Santa sat in the car, singing while taking out the gift boxes from the car and throwing them under the stage. The gift boxes are very light and should not contain heavy gifts, so even if it hits someone, it doesn't hurt. The parents at the scene received the gift and exclaimed "wow wow" very cooperatively.

The Santa Claus on stage also came out of the car and stood in the middle of the stage, the reindeer circled around him and the Christmas tree danced next to him.

At the end of the song, the children stood neatly in a row and bowed to everyone and shouted Merry Christmas. The parents applauded and shouted "OK".

Then the stage went dark, and Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen say, "Wait a minute."

The camera lens of the phone began to shake.

"What did he do?" Wei Lan asked Yan Qingchi.

After all, Yan Qingchi has lived with Jiang Mochen for so long, and he can be considered to have some understanding of him, "I should have gone to the backstage to watch chess and chess."

Wei Lan quickly nodded "oh oh oh".

After a while, white light appeared on the screen of the mobile phone again, and then there were a few childish words.

"What is this?"

"I'll give this to you, can you exchange it with me?"

"Oh, don't pull my tail anymore, you have it yourself."

Then Yan Qingchi heard his familiar voice, "Dad."

The voice was small and soft, but it was hard to hide the excitement. A small head was poked into the camera, which was chess.

Jiang Mochen quickly straightened the phone, and the entire upper body of chess and chess appeared on the screen. They seemed to have chosen a quiet place, and they could no longer hear the voices of other children.

Yan Qingchi saw that Qiqi was still wearing that little reindeer's clothes and antlers, which was cute and soft. Yan Qingchi knew that he was afraid of life, so he pushed Wei Lan out of the camera. Wei Lan was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.

Yan Qingchi looked at the little reindeer in the video and smiled, "Dad just saw it, the chess performance is great."

"Really? Did you really see it?"

"Well, I also heard Qiqi sing, and Qiqi singing is also very good."

Chess blushed, and he didn't know if it was hot or shy. "Look, Dad," he held up a bag like a fluffy Christmas stocking. "This is the teacher's Christmas present to reward us."

"Wow," Yan Qingchi cooperated in expressing his amazement, "It looks great."

Qiqi nodded, then lowered his head, opened the bag in front of him, and took out the contents.

"It's a deer." He waved the deer in his hand at Yan Qingchi.

"Well, it's cute."

Qiqi put the deer in again, and then continued to take it out, "What is this?"

He took out a small box that was square and tied with a ribbon, shook it, put it in his ear and listened, then handed it to Jiang Mochen, asking for help, "What is this?"

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