Yan Qingchi has always been a person who doesn't like to procrastinate. Now that he has decided to marry Jiang Mochen, he doesn't want to delay the matter any further. After dinner, Yan Qingchi went to Mother Yan and asked her for Jiang Mochen's contact information.
Mother Yan still couldn't accept it, and asked tentatively, "Xiaochi, you should think about it again."
Yan Qingchi returned her a nice smile and said, "No need, I've made up my mind."
He asked for the phone number, took the phone, and went back to his room.
When the phone call was made, Yan Qingchi finally felt a little uneasy. He hadn't been in a relationship for more than 20 years before, but it turned out to be a good thing. Once timetraveled, he skipped the love stage and wanted to get married up. Yan Qingchi felt that his mood was still a little delicate, he comforted himself, anyway, he always had to find someone to settle down, Jiang Mochen was the best choice in any aspect, and he was not wronged, so let it be.
Just as he was thinking, the phone was connected, and a cold and somewhat magnetic voice came from the phone, "Hello."
Yan Qingchi froze for a moment, then quickly calmed down, and said calmly, "It's me, Yan Qingchi."
The person over there didn't seem to think that it was him, and after a while of silence, he said, "It's you, what's the matter?"
"About what you said at my house today, I agree. I will talk about it after we meet tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Can."
"Well, you decide the time and place, you choose it, and just send it to my mobile phone."
"If you want, you can decide according to your preferences." The other side thoughtfully said.
"No need," Yan Qingchi smiled, "I don't care about these things, I just don't have much work these days, so you can arrange whatever you want, take a look at your time and work schedule, and choose the one that is convenient for you when and where."
"Okay." The other side said calmly, "Then I will send it to you later."
"Well," Yan Qingchi responded, "Then I won't bother you, we will meet tomorrow."
"it is good."
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone, sat on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he is a good talker."
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Mochen looked at the photo on the computer, his eyes were stern, and he couldn't see any emotion. After a long time, he moved the mouse, turned off the photo, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly lowered his eyes. Hiding complex emotions in those black and white eyes that are as deep as ink.
When he woke up the next day to take a shower, Yan Qingchi looked at his face that was a foregone conclusion but still made him stunned. Red lips and white teeth, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, looks a little arrogant but also a little charming. Yan Qingchi felt that such a face was too feminine and beautiful, not handsome enough, but he also felt that with such a face, it was already very dominant, what more bicycle was needed.
He quickly finished washing up, cooked lunch for everyone under Yan Qingxi's unbelievable gaze, and then went out to prepare for the appointment.
"Are you going to see Jiang Mochen?" Yan Qingxi asked him.
"Ok."
"Are you going to marry him?" Yan Qingxi couldn't believe it.
"Ok."
"Are you okay? The other party is a man."
Yan Qingchi tapped her on the forehead, "Now that same-sex marriage is legal, why are you still sexually discriminating?"
"I didn't mean that," Yan Qingxi explained, "I'm just afraid that you will regret it later."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Yan Qingxi looked worried.
Yan Qingchi waved her hand, "Okay, let's go eat."
"Speaking of which, when did you learn to cook?"
"I went to a variety show two days ago, so I learned a few dishes."
"Brother, have you recorded a variety show? What's the name, I'll go and search."
"It hasn't been broadcast yet." Yan Qingchi smiled, said "I'm leaving", turned and walked out the door.
The place he agreed with Jiang Mochen was not far away. Jiang Mochen probably chose a private restaurant very close to their home to take care of him. When Yan Qingchi pushed open the door of the private room and went in, he saw Jiang Mochen had arrived, sitting upright and flipping through the menu, as if he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and looked towards him.
Their eyes met, and both of them were a little stunned.
Before Yan Qingchi came here, he thought about what his fiancé would look like. He guessed that he should be very good-looking. After all, he is the protagonist and a star, and his appearance is always good. Chi was still a little surprised. He has met many people since he was a child, and many of them are very good-looking. They are either handsome, or elegant, or approachable, or have an extraordinary bearing. But the moment he saw Jiang Mochen, Yan Qingchi was still a little shocked.
Compared with the young actor mentioned in the book, he seemed more like a nobleman, sitting there proudly, spotless. He behaves casually, but with a hint of elegance, he looks up at you with gentleness but with unwavering indifference, like the breeze blowing in the dark night, leaving fragrance all over the ground without leaving a trace.
Yan Qingchi smiled at him, nodded, and sat down.
Jiang Mochen also nodded slightly, and he looked at Yan Qingchi, without much emotion in his eyes, but was secretly surprised that this person was even more beautiful than in the photo.
Jiang Mochen is a typical proud son of heaven, his family environment is superior, and he is outstanding enough, so he inevitably carries some pride of the children of the rich family, and he is also somewhat condescending when looking at people. The biggest reason why he was willing to marry Yan Qingchi was to keep his heart and mind from putting unreasonable thoughts on the wrong people, and the rest was because Yan Qingchi just satisfied his right time, place and people. Just when he wanted to recuperate, Yan's family, whom he had been married to since childhood, returned to X City, and the two brothers and sisters were good-looking enough, especially Yan Qingchi, although he was a man, he was younger than his sister. Be exquisite and eye-catching.
All that Jiang Mochen knew about him came from the photo and the four-size Song style information in the folder. He didn't mind that this beautiful, self-righteous idiot who was too delicate and not enough brains could be a little bit more energetic by his side. Jiang Mochen never counts on it, so he settles for the next best thing, and only has two requirements for his marriage partner: easy to control and good-looking.
As long as you can control it, then you can be obedient and don't cause trouble, and since it's not true love anymore, he doesn't care about feelings, money, or cultural background, so, for the sake of pleasing the eyes, find someone who is good-looking , this requirement is not excessive.
And Yan Qingchi fully satisfied his two conditions. Although he was a bit stupid and did something, it was easier for this kind of brainless person to control and understand.
But now, looking at the calm and calm person in front of him, he felt that his appearance was brighter than what he saw in the photo. Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything, just sit there, but people can't move their eyes, and they are shining brightly.
In an instant, Jiang Mochen was more than two points satisfied with this marriage. If he grows up like this, even if he is a little stupid, he can be forgiven.
"See if there is anything you want to eat?" He said softly.