Jiang Mochen watched him leave with satisfaction, and unconsciously lowered his head and smiled. He thought Yan Qingchi was very strange, sometimes he was very mature and rational, and sometimes he was a little innocent and cute. Like a big cat with drooping eyelids and a nonchalant look, yet territorial and proud.
Yan Qingchi quickly took a shower and returned to the bed, Jiang Mochen also took a shower, then turned off the lights, and got into bed.
Yan Qingchi used to sleep on his side, with his back facing him, Jiang Mochen looked at the back of his head, and suddenly realized his conscience and put his hand on his waist, and said with rare hospitality: "Is your back sore?"
Yan Qingchi was a little uncomfortable with his sudden attention, "What's wrong with you?"
"care about you."
"If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal!"
"Sorry, I raped you just now."
"What if you become lustful again?"
Jiang Mochen smiled, "Then if I don't do anything at this time, I will be sorry for the high expectations you have placed on me!"
"Don't, don't." Yan Qingchi held him down, "Knead it."
Jiang Mochen kneaded him silently, criticizing the education while kneading, "Can't you think of my order?"
"Wait until next time, next time I will definitely think of you very well, the kind of man."
"That's about the same."
Jiang Mochen said, and didn't speak anymore, and Yan Qingchi didn't speak anymore. In the quiet night, the air was a little quiet for a while.
After a long time, Jiang Mochen asked, "Are you afraid today or at that time? Are you afraid that I will get hurt?"
Yan Qingchi didn't answer.
Jiang Mochen called him.
Yan Qingchi looked back at him. In the darkness, both of them couldn't see each other clearly, but both of them could vaguely see each other's outline. Jiang Mochen heard Yan Qingchi ask him, "You ask me, do you want me to answer because you are afraid?" ?”
Jiang Mochen didn't speak.
Yan Qingchi didn't speak either.
The room fell silent again for a while.
After a long time, Yan Qingchi turned his head away and said, "Go to sleep."
Jiang Mochen gave an "um" and continued to rub his waist.
Yan Qingchi didn't tell him to stop, didn't say anything, and slowly closed his eyes.
Only Jiang Mochen was left looking at the back of his head, rubbing it lightly, and asking himself, did he want Yan Qingchi to answer that he was afraid? If yes, why
Jiang Mochen didn't delve into it, and he didn't dare to delve into it. He could only ask himself shallowly, why did he ask Yan Qingchi this question, and if he asked, what answer did he hope to get
The answer was almost ready to come out, but he pressed it down. He looked at Yan Qingchi, quietly and silently, approaching him from behind.
At around seven o'clock the next morning, Yan Qingchi opened his eyes in a daze, and just about to get up, he heard Jiang Mochen say, "You have no play today, what are you doing up so early? There is no room here for you to run in the morning .”
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingchi felt that what he said was somewhat reasonable, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was already 11 o'clock in the morning. Yan Qingchi turned around and saw Jiang Mochen playing with his mobile phone.
"Awake?" he asked.
Yan Qingchi made a "hmm".
"Then I'll order breakfast." Jiang Mochen said, and called the service number at the front desk.
Yan Qingchi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and began to wash.
After a while, the waiter brought the breakfast up.
Yan Qingchi swiped Weibo while having breakfast, and saw that because yesterday's incident was not followed up by a marketing account, it was just passionate comments from fans, so the popularity has gone down now, but he still gained a lot of fans , although, most of these people are Jiang Mochen's small house.
Jiang Mochen saw the Weibo on his mobile phone interface, and explained to him: "I don't really want to spread this matter, so I asked Wu Yuan to suppress the news, oh, Wu Yuan is my manager, and therefore, you That's the end of Bo's popularity. But if you use this matter to make you too hot, it's not appropriate, then the hype will be too obvious, and my fans will probably change from thanking you to treating you The mood is delicate."
"Don't worry, I don't understand these, so you can do whatever you think is appropriate."
Jiang Mochen nodded.
Yan Qingchi asked him again, "Why do some people call your fans little lunatics, isn't it Little House?"
Jiang Mochen paused, "Do you know there is another name besides nickname and pet name?"
"what?"
"Black name."
Yan Qingchi said "Huh?"
Jiang Mochen looked at him helplessly, "When you have fans in the future, your fans will also have corresponding nicknames and black names, and when you become popular, you should also have black names."
"Do you have a black name?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Mochen was speechless, "This is not what you should know."
"I'm curious."
"If you have time to wonder about this, why not think about what your fans are called."
Yan Qingchi propped up his hands and thought for a while, "It has something to do with my name, right?"
"Little Swallow?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
Yan Qingchi almost instantly remembered a certain female character who was popular all over the country before he traveled, "No."
"grass?"
"Is there any more?"
"Pond?"
Yan Qingchi, "...that's still green grass."
"Or clear dew? By the way, oatmeal, this is fine."
Yan Qingchi thought about it and thought it was ok. He took a bun and handed it to Jiang Mochen, "Your reward."
Jiang Mochen looked at the buns on the plate, and gave him a helpless look.
At this time, his mobile phone rang. Jiang Mochen picked it up and took a look. He saw a red dot on Yuan Mingxu's profile picture on WeChat. Even if he didn't open it, he could still see the text displayed inside: I'm back, let's meet in the afternoon.
Jiang Mochen was stunned for a moment, and clicked to reply him: No, I still have to film in the afternoon.
"What about tomorrow?" Yuan Mingxu replied in seconds.
"I've been busy with this drama recently."
"No matter how busy you are, you won't be able to spare time, right? Or...you don't want to see me?" Yuan Mingxu asked him, "You're married, so you can't even meet my friend?"
Jiang Mochen looked at this sentence, but did not reply.
"Forget it, I won't embarrass you, then go away, I'll go home tomorrow."
Only then did Jiang Mochen remember that Yuan Mingxu was still in this city, and the reason why he chose this city to land was only because of himself.
He sighed unconsciously, and replied, "Tomorrow, let's meet tomorrow afternoon."
It's just a meeting, nothing much, Jiang Mochen thought, after all, before Yuan Mingxu left, before he and Yan Qingchi got married, they were still friends. Besides, there are some things that need to be clarified in person.
Seeing that he had finally put down the phone, Yan Qingchi asked him, "What's the matter? Are you in a hurry? You look heavy."
Jiang Mochen opened his mouth, and said "Yuan Mingxu is back, I'll go see him." The words came to his lips, and he swallowed again. He didn't realize until now that he didn't tell Yan Qingchi that he and Yuan Mingxu For Yan Qingchi and Yuan Mingxu, Liao Sibo only accidentally mentioned it at the last party, so he didn't know whether Yan Qingchi knew that he had liked Yuan Mingxu. But he knew very well that he didn't want to mention Yuan Mingxu at this time, and he didn't want to see Yan Qingchi's expression after he knew about Yuan Mingxu and him.
He didn't want to see Yan Qingchi paying too much attention to this matter, but he also didn't want to see Yan Qingchi not caring about this matter at all. So, what attitude does he want him to have? Jiang Mochen didn't know, just like he didn't know whether he wanted Yan Qingchi to be afraid or not last night.
"Going to meet a friend," he said, "I feel a little troublesome because I have to adjust the time."
Yan Qingchi nodded, "Do you need us to treat him to dinner?" He asked, "The last time Liao Sibo came to see you, he was not invited to dinner."
"No need, Liao Sibo is visiting the class, he's not, I'll just go by myself."
"That's good." Yan Qingchi said, and continued to concentrate on eating breakfast.
Jiang Mochen looked at him, and suddenly found that he seemed to keep advancing and retreating at a certain speed. He will joke with himself, get close to him, and tease himself, but again, he will not ask any more words, which friend he is, or why.
All his closeness is only within his small circle of He Qiqi, and he doesn't ask or talk much about anything outside the circle. Jiang Mochen suddenly felt that he couldn't understand him, whether he had the ability to advance and retreat or whether he didn't care about him at all.
But he couldn't understand why he suddenly cared about his attitude. Jiang Mochen laughed at himself, and didn't speak any more.
That afternoon, Jiang Mochen coordinated the time with the director. The next day, he filmed in the morning and left directly.
Yuan Mingxu was sitting on the chair by the window, the sun shone into the private room, casting a bright pomelo color on the table in front of him, he looked at the lemon slice in the cup, feeling a little depressed.
This is a shop of his friend, the decoration is very small and fresh, and it is very popular among girls, but there is no one in the shop today, because of his arrival, and because of Jiang Mochen's upcoming arrival.
Yuan Mingxu never expected that Jiang Mochen would have married someone else after he had just gone abroad for a trip. He was a little surprised, and even a little unwilling to believe it.
Of course he knew that Jiang Mochen liked him, he had helped him so much, he even made it clear, but he liked Zhou Yixing for too long, so he chose to close his eyes and pretend not to see. But every time he was injured by Zhou Yixing, he would habitually go to Jiang Mochen for comfort. The three of them were like three single arrows on a straight line, he looked at Zhou Yixing, and Jiang Mochen looked at him. He is used to such feelings, but now, Jiang Mochen is married.
Yuan Mingxu thought he didn't care too much, after all, he liked Zhou Yixing, but Jiang Mochen's estrangement gradually made him panic. Jiang Mochen no longer cared about him, no longer took the initiative to chat with him, and even rejected him because he was busy when he sent him a WeChat message and wanted to talk to him.
What is busy? It is the most perfunctory excuse. As long as you want, no matter how busy you are, you can still have time, unless you don't want to at all.
He couldn't understand how everything changed after just getting married. Even if Jiang Mochen's marriage partner knows about the relationship between the two of them, even if the other party minds and doesn't want them to communicate, what's wrong with just sending a wechat chat
He was too used to relying on Jiang Mochen, talking to him about himself and listening to him comfort him, but now, Jiang Mochen unilaterally ended all this, which made Yuan Mingxu feel terrified and uncomfortable. So he booked a plane ticket, he returned home early, and he wanted to know what was going on between them.