Thirty-four:
Yan Qingchi hugged Jiang Mochen for a while, then let go and got up, ready to leave.
"What are you doing?"
"Go back."
"Are you still leaving?"
"Otherwise," Yan Qingchi chuckled, "are you really discussing luminous dramas with you?"
Jiang Mochen: "... You are here, let's sleep here tonight."
"That won't work. When we go out together tomorrow morning, then I will become a celebrity in the crew."
"You can't wait for me to leave before going out from here."
"How do you say that we are both legal couples who have obtained the certificate in an upright manner, and what you said is like cheating/love."
Jiang Mochen: "..."
Yan Qingchi thought for a while, then sat down next to him, "But it's okay, let's treat it as a fun experience."
Jiang Mochen pressed his aching temple, stretched out his finger to the door, and said impatiently: "Roll."
"I'm not a front-loading washing machine, why roll it?" Yan Qingchi said while taking out his mobile phone, "It just so happens that both of us are here, and we can play a chess video."
He dialed the video, and it took a while for the other party to connect, revealing half of Qiqi's face.
"Dad." Qiqi shouted.
Yan Qingchi moved the phone to the side, "Look who this is."
Qiqi moved his head forward, and said pleasantly, "Father is here too."
"What is Qiqi doing?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
"I'm watching animation with my aunt, and I'm going to sleep after watching it." He said, turning the phone around, so that Aunt Zhang was in the mirror.
Jiang Mochen saw her, smiled at her, and told her, "It will take a while for us to go back, Aunt Zhang, see how Qiqi wants to treat him, if he feels bored, take him to live with my parents for a while Son."
"it is good."
Qiqi heard his words and asked him, "Father, when will you and Dad come back?"
"Wait a while, Qiqi, you have to listen to your aunt at home."
Qiqi nodded, "Qiqi is very obedient."
Jiang Mochen asked him, "Is going to school fun?"
Qiqi thought for a while, then pouted, "Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's not."
"When is it fun and when is it not?"
"It's fun when drawing, taking classes, and playing games, but it's not fun when you're sleeping at noon."
"why?"
"Qiqi doesn't sleep at noon." Qiqi emphasized, "I only sleep at night."
Yan Qingchi smiled, "Why don't you go to bed at noon?"
"Painting, you can also play chess and put together puzzles." Chess and chess counted for him.
"Okay, I'll call your teacher in a few days and tell her that if you really don't want to sleep at noon, don't let you sleep."
"Really?" Hearing this, Qiqi's tone rose, "Thank you, Dad."
"You're welcome."
The three chatted for a while, Yan Qingchi seemed a little sleepy watching chess, so he hung up the video and told him to go to bed early.
Jiang Mochen waited until he hung up the video before asking him, "Do you think you dote on him too much?"
Yan Qingchi looked confused, "Huh?"
"Everyone takes a nap, just because he doesn't like naps, so you have to call the teacher to let him not sleep at noon, isn't it a little bad?"
Yan Qingchi thought it was something, but it turned out to be this, "Then everyone likes girls, you like boys, and your parents let you marry a man, don't your parents spoil you too much?"
Jiang Mochen was speechless at once.
Yan Qingchi looked at him, and said in a gentle voice: "People are different from human bodies, just like some people like to be vegetarian and others like to eat meat. Some people just sleep less, while others sleep more. What's the use of putting him on the bed? I never took a nap when I was a child, so I grew up well. There is no such thing as right or wrong in many things, so why use a ruler and a template to ask others. "
Jiang Mochen leaned back, "I found that you are quite open-minded, very open-minded, and you have a way of speaking the truth."
"Because it's not a big deal, as long as you don't walk on the edge of morality and law, I think these personal habits are understandable, and there is no need to make people unhappy."
"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Jiang Mochen got up, "I'm going to take a shower."
Yan Qingchi waved at him, then lowered his head and continued to study his play.
The two slept under the quilt and just chatted. Jiang Mochen had a show the next morning, and was woken up by the alarm clock at five o'clock. Yan Qingchi had always been a light sleeper, when he heard the bell, he opened his eyes in a daze, ready to get up.
Jiang Mochen stretched out his hand and pushed him back, "You sleep in your bed, it's only five o'clock, and you're out of action."
"It's only five o'clock?"
"Ok."
Jiang Mochen looked at him and closed his eyes again, wrapped in the quilt, and said vaguely, "Then you film well."
He has always looked energetic, and it is rare that he is so soft and sticky, he looks like an enlarged version of chess, Jiang Mochen looked at it, and thought it was a bit cute.
He said "hmm", and poked Yan Qingchi's side face with his hand, Yan Qingchi muttered, "Why?"
Jiang Mochen squeezed it, and felt that it felt good, "It's okay, you sleep in your bed, I'm going to wash up."
"Well, come on." Yan Qingchi whispered.
"it is good."
When his assistant Wang Xianghai came to pick up his actor, he saw Jiang Mochen was closing the door, Xiao Wang was a little surprised, "Brother Chen got up so early today."
"Well, it's rare to get up early. By the way, you can tell the front desk later that no one should come into my room to clean it this morning."
"Row."
"Does Yan Qingchi's assistant live next door to you?"
"right."
"Guan Mei is not here, so he brought such an assistant. If you are free on weekdays, help take care of it."
"Okay." Wang Xianghai responded, he glanced at Jiang Mochen, "Brother Chen, may I ask you something?"
"what?"
"What does Yan Qingchi have to do with you? You let me go over after drinking that day, so he must have been in the car."
Jiang Mochen glanced at him and smiled, "What do you think we are related to?"
Xiao Wang immediately paused and stood up straight, holding his breath, "Good friend, good brother, pure socialist brotherhood!"
Jiang Mochen was noncommittal.
Wang Xianghai touched his heart, which was still alive and kicking, oh my god, the baby was scared to death.
When Yan Qingchi woke up again, it was already 7:30, which was his normal work and rest time. He dressed slowly, washed up, opened the door, and looked out cautiously. Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor, so Yan Qingchi jumped out immediately, closed the door and went back to his room.
A guilty conscience! He shook his head, and sent Jiang Mochen a wechat message: I'm up and already in my room [hehe].
Jiang Mochen was probably filming and didn't reply to him.
Yan Qingchi was not in a hurry, and was about to go downstairs to have breakfast, but received He Fei's WeChat message: Brother Yan, are you up yet
Yan Qingchi replied to him: Woke up, what's wrong
"Want to have breakfast?"
"Ok."
Then he heard a knock on the door, and the phone dinged: Brother Yan, I'm outside your door.
Yan Qingchi: ...you are really quick.
Yan Qingchi opened the door, and He Fei was right outside the door, greeting him energetically.
Yan Qingchi could only return him with a polite smile.
The two quickly ate breakfast, Yan Qingchi went to the set, and saw the director was filming Jiang Mochen's personal outdoor scene. He propped his head up and watched carefully. It was not until the afternoon that Yan Qingchi heard the director calling his name. Yan Qingchi got up suddenly, feeling a little excited, finally going to shoot his scene!
On the other side of the ocean, Yuan Mingxu looked at the flight back home on the computer, thought for a long time, and finally pressed the purchase button. He breathed a sigh of relief, but with some unconscious tension, he hesitated for a long time between Jiang Mochen and Zhou Yixing with his mobile phone, but finally chose Liao Sibo as the entry point.
He edited it word by word, and sent it to Liao Sibo: I'm coming back, when the time comes, call Mo Chen, let's get together.
Not long after he sent the message, he received a WeChat reply from Liao Sibo: OK, you can send me the flight, and Mo Chen and I will pick it up together.
Yuan Mingxu looked at his WeChat and smiled unconsciously.