Qiqi looked back and forth between the two of them twice, then put down the pen, and said softly, "Aren't you still drawing?"
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were a little embarrassed for a moment, but instantly restrained their playfulness and became serious.
Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper.
Chess has a pattern of imitation, turned to look at Jiang Mochen, Jiang Mochen looked at the sky speechlessly, thought it was his own, probably really couldn't hide it. He frantically picked up the pen, and drew a stroke according to Yan Qingchi's drawing.
Seeing that he had painted, Qiqi went to see Yan Qingchi again.
Yan Qingchi drew a stroke quickly, Qiqi followed quickly, and then went to see Jiang Mochen to see if he finished the painting.
Jiang Mochen felt that the few minutes of painting were as long as returning to his elementary school class. He looked at the painting in his hand, but he couldn't draw the pattern on the book. Same.
This is a rare and depressing time that Jiang Mochen doesn't want to recall. He couldn't figure out why he had been proficient in everything since he was a child, but he almost died in painting. He didn't want to give up easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't do it well. Born without the skill of lighting up painting, no matter how hard he tries, he can only be a low-level handicap.
Jiang Mochen sighed silently in his heart, and secretly said, there are no people and no gold is pure, but he whispered in his heart, Yan Qingchi is really a talent, and it was only the second time we met, and he figured it out His own shortcoming is very good, he wants to see how long he can pretend to be smart, but don't make fools into his hands, when the time comes, he will definitely let Yan Qingchi sit in this room Give him a good painting, painting him for three days and three nights, in the middle of the night, so that he can't stop painting.
The three of them drew with their own moods. Jiang Mochen took advantage of the phone call in the middle and left with his drawing paper. He never entered the chess room again until he appeared slowly, It's a surprise that you even drew it.
Yan Qingchi didn't expose him, and after finishing his painting teaching, he had another meal at Jiang Mochen's house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mochen got up to send him off, Yan Qingchi handed the gift he brought to Qiqi.
He took out a Rubik's Cube and asked Qiqi, "Do you know what this is?"
Qiqi nodded, "The Rubik's Cube."
"Can you play?"
Chess still nodded.
"Then you play first, wait for me to come next time, and see if you play well."
Qiqi's eyes lit up at once, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't make a sound, he closed his mouth slowly, and just nodded.
Yan Qingchi reached out and rubbed his head, Qiqi didn't resist, and quietly looked at him with bent eyes, like a gentle little moon.
"Then I'll come see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.
Qiqi nodded obediently, her eyes were full of softness.
Yan Qingchi felt that he was a bit like a doll in the window, he was pretty, and he had a pair of eyes that could talk. When the eyes were bent, there was tenderness and warmth in him, which made people couldn't help liking him. However, he was cautious, protecting himself with immature arms, and looked at the outside world cautiously and restrainedly.
He waved goodbye to Qiqi and left with Jiang Mochen.
Jiang Mochen sent Yan Qingchi back home in a very gentlemanly manner. After the car stopped, he turned to look at Yan Qingchi and asked, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"
"I'm very happy." Yan Qingchi said truthfully.
Jiang Mochen snorted coldly.
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, "What, are you unhappy?"
"What do you think?"
Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to be so preoccupied under his gentle appearance, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed, he bumped Jiang Mochen's arm, "You've been preoccupied all day, aren't you tired?"
Jiang Mochen turned to stare at him, "Shut up."
Yan Qingchi made an ok gesture, "Let's skip this topic and change the topic."
Jiang Mochen thought for a while, finally got a serious expression, and said seriously: "What do you think of chess?"
"Very cute, well-behaved, and sensible."
"Do you like him?" Jiang Mochen continued to ask.
"Like it."
This answer was expected by Jiang Mochen.
"You want to see him tomorrow?"
"Yes, can't you?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Mochen looked at him, "Since you have already made an agreement with him, then go, and next time, tell me first."
He is the child's father, so Yan Qingchi naturally couldn't refuse such a request: "Okay."
The two chatted about their children and then about their marriage. Jiang Mochen said calmly, "Although it may be cruel to say this, I still want to make it clear in advance that marriage between you and me is not based on love. It's about what you want and what you want, and what you want." He looked at Yan Qingchi, "The reason why you are willing to agree to me, whether it is for the 5 million or for other things, I can give, as long as it is not too much , I am willing to give it to you. So, if I can’t give it, then you’d better not have delusions.”
His words were a little cold, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "I won't fall in love with anyone easily, so after marriage, I may, no, I should, and I shouldn't like you very much. I can tell you You promise, I can fulfill the responsibilities of a husband, and I will cooperate with your ideas and requirements as much as possible. But, I hope you can remember what I said tonight, and don't fight for the so-called love or not after marriage. Entanglement, that will only make yourself look ugly."
Yan Qingchi didn't expect him to say these words so indifferently, he looked at Jiang Mochen, and could only see the calmness and indifference in his eyes. Yan Qingchi felt that everyone was indeed a polyhedron. Five minutes ago, Jiang Mochen was still haggling with him, more childish than chess, and now he was able to calmly negotiate conditions with himself, paving the way for his future.
But this is not a problem for him, he smiled, bright eyes, "I know, don't worry, as long as you don't like me, I won't like you."
Jiang Mochen smiled lightly, as if he felt ridiculous at his sentence "as long as you don't like me", he said: "Then you can rest assured."