92 ninety two
ninety two:
On December 11th, Jiang Mochen finally officially wrapped up filming of "Lost". He didn't rush to visit Yan Qingchi's class first, but went back home to watch chess.
Qiqi was surprised when he saw him, rubbed his eyes to make sure he was still there, took off his shoes, ran towards him before he had time to put his schoolbag, hugged his waist, raised his head and smiled at him.
Jiang Mochen touched his head, bent down and picked him up.
"do you miss me?"
"think."
"How much do you think?"
Qiqi stretched out his hands, made a gesture that was already a long distance for him, and replied softly: "Think so."
Jiang Mochen was amused by him, kissed him, Qiqi felt a little embarrassed again, and quietly took his hand back.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
Qiqi tilted his head and thought about it, but he didn't think of what he particularly wanted to eat, so he said truthfully: "You can eat anything."
Jiang Mochen looked at Aunt Zhang who was not far away, "What's for dinner?"
"I didn't know that you came back, young master, and planned to make pork ribs for the young master. He liked sweet and sour short ribs a while ago."
"Then eat this, and fry a few more dishes."
"Okay." Aunt Zhang answered, and got busy preparing meals.
Jiang Mochen carried the chess piece up the stairs.
With Qiqi in his arms, he grabbed the buttons of his clothes and asked him, "Father, are you busy?"
"I'm busy. When I come back this time, I won't leave. You can stay at home with Qiqi."
"What about Dad? Isn't Dad busy yet?"
"Qiqi misses Dad?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
Qiqi blinked, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, his voice was very soft, with the softness of a child, "Daddy has to work, adults have to work, so dad also has to work, just like Qiqi It’s like going to school for chess, but chess and chess will go home after school, and they are also at home on weekends, but Dad is not there.”
Jiang Mochen looked at him, feeling distressed. When he was alone, he felt that his time at home was not too little. He was not considered a model worker, and he only took on one or two dramas a year. The rest of the time, apart from shooting magazines and commercials, attending events and award ceremonies, Most of them are managing Nancheng or helping Jiang Xingchen to share some work. @无限好文, all in
At that time, he felt that he had enough time, even if he adopted a child, it was still possible.
But when he really adopted Qiqi, he discovered that adults are different from children, and children always need more time to accompany, care for, and watch him grow up step by step. Jiang Mochen once reflected on whether his decision was too hasty, or whether he should not have adopted Qiqi. But soon, he overturned his own thoughts - it's always better to be here than in an orphanage, children should always have a home of their own.
Wait for another two years, he thought, at that time, Nancheng's current first-line artists will have a firm foothold in the circle, Yan Qingchi will also become a unique artist, and he will be able to reduce his appearances, like a normal job Like the family, they go to work in the company in the morning and go home after get off work in the evening. That's fine, just stay with Chess.
"So Qiqi misses his father?" he asked.
Qiqi pinched his button and nodded slightly.
Jiang Mochen kissed him, Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, Jiang Mochen smiled, "Then let's go and see him, shall we?"
Qiqi is very smart, as soon as he said this, Qiqi thought of the time he and his aunt went to see them last time.
"Is it like what my aunt and I did last time?"
"Yes, there is no aunt this time. Father will accompany you."
"OK."
Qiqi smiled and rolled his eyes, "When shall we go?"
Jiang Mochen asked him, "When does Qiqi want to go?"
Qiqi puffed his cheeks and thought for a while, "Can I go after school tomorrow afternoon? This way I can stay with Dad for a weekend and then come back to school."
Jiang Mochen didn't expect that he was still thinking about going to school, so he couldn't help smiling, and boasted: "Qiqi is really a good student, I still remember to go back to school."
Qiqi seemed very happy when he said this, and couldn't help but move in his arms, "Father, father, we are going to perform at Christmas. Would you like to come and see it? I will play the deer."
"Fawn?"
"Yeah," Qiqi nodded, and counted for him with his fingers, "Deer, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, I will play the deer."
"Then who will play Santa Claus?"
"Li Dongdong." Qiqi gave him the name of a child, "Because he is fat and looks more like Santa Claus."
Jiang Mochen smiled slightly, "Okay, if father has time, he will go and see."
"Do you have time?" Qiqi asked.
Looking at the expectation in his eyes, Jiang Mochen couldn't bear his sadness, so he nodded, "Yes, I have time."
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Qiqi became happy, leaned over and kissed him, then shyly put her head on his shoulder, ashamed to look at him.
Jiang Mochen felt that his appearance was cute, so he touched his head and carried him back to the house.
At night, Jiang Mochen held Qiqi and made a video call to Yan Qingchi. Qiqi was very happy to see him, and shouted happily, "Dad."
"Ah, who did I think it was? It turned out to be my little baby~" Yan Qingchi teased him.
Qiqi's eyes were amused by his words, and he called sweetly, "Dad."
Jiang Mochen laughed at him, "You really know how to coax people, return your little treasure."
"Why, what are you dissatisfied with? Chess is my baby, isn't it Chess?"
Embarrassed, Qiqi stretched out his hand to cover his face.
"Look, you already called him shy." Jiang Mochen glanced at his son, then at Yan Qingchi, "I'm done, and I'm going home."
"I know, the crew tweeted."
"How about you, how many days are left?"
"It's the beginning of January, alas, it will take more than 20 days to see my little baby."
Qiqi covered his face and looked at him with his eyes open. He wanted to say no, we will see you tomorrow, but then he thought of Jiang Mochen telling him not to tell Yan Qingchi and to give him a surprise, so he didn't say anything, just smiled Said, "It's okay, I'll wait for Dad to come back."
"Okay, then you and your father will be at home first."
Qiqi nodded obediently.
Jiang Mochen asked him, "Is it cold over there? The temperature has dropped recently, remember to wear more."
"It's okay," Yan Qingchi said, "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
"Have you had a lot of scenes recently? Are you tired?"
"It's not too tiring. Shooting idol dramas is much easier than running around recording variety shows."
"I see that you are quite happy recording variety shows. I thought you liked recording variety shows."
"That's because I record twice a month. If you let me record every day, I will definitely choose to make idol dramas in a down-to-earth manner."
Jiang Mochen smiled. He looked at Yan Qingchi leaning against the head of the bed and asked him, "Are you ready to sleep?"
"Well, there is a show at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I thought about going to bed early tonight. It's already 10 o'clock, why hasn't Qiqi gone to sleep? Isn't it usually 9 o'clock?"
"It's not that I'm waiting to video with you, that's why I'm not in a hurry to sleep." Jiang Mochen replied.
"Wow," Yan Qingchi said with emotion: "My little baby is so sweet, it's worthy of being Dad's little padded jacket."
Jiang Mochen couldn't stand his way of speaking, but Qiqi was very useful. He looked at the phone screen and smiled foolishly. Jiang Mochen was speechless, "You can only coax Qiqi."
"Otherwise? Do you want me to coax you?" Yan Qingchi looked at him with disgust, "Big baby? Big padded coat?"
"I still have a trench coat! Shut up!" Jiang Mochen became angry from embarrassment.
Yan Qingchi clicked his tongue, "You are so difficult to coax, my little baby is still cute."
Listening to the two of them talking, Qiqi asked him, "Father is a big baby, and I am a little baby, so what is father? Middle baby?"
"Hahahahahahahahaha, there is no such thing as a baby."
"what is that?"
"It's the baby's father."
Qiqi was a little dissatisfied with this statement. He pouted his lips and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of other explanations. He tilted his head and looked at him, "That's the baby."
Yan Qingchi has always been obedient to the obsession of a child like him, so he said softly, "Okay then, Dad is a baby."
Chess was happy, and counted for him with his fingers, "Little baby, baby, big baby, it's like a small tree has grown into a big tree."
"Yes, when Qiqi grows up, he will be a big baby." Yan Qingchi coaxed him.
Qiqi was coaxed to look at him with bent eyes, and told him about his school affairs, and that they were going to perform at Christmas.
"Wow, Qiqi wants to play a deer, it must be very cute." Yan Qingchi pretended to be surprised.
Qiqi asked him, "Is Dad coming to see?"
"Dad may not be able to go. How about sending a photo of Qiqi to Dad? Dad cheer for Qiqi."
"Okay." Chess replied sweetly.
The family of three chatted back and forth for more than half an hour, feeling a little sleepy in chess and chess, Jiang Mochen thought about Yan Qingchi getting up early tomorrow morning, so he hung up the video call and asked Yan Qingchi to go to bed early.
In a daze, Qiqi was hugged by Jiang Mochen and took a bath, and asked him, "Father, can I sleep with you today?" @无限好文，全在
"Of course." Jiang Mochen wiped off the water droplets on his body with a towel, put on his pajamas, and picked him up. Qiqi was really sleepy, and fell asleep in his arms.
Jiang Mochen carried him back to his bedroom, hugged him, and soon fell asleep.
When Yan Qingchi woke up the next day, he felt that his eyelids were twitching since the morning. Wei Lan watched him blinking non-stop, with a strange expression on his face, "What are you doing? Why do you keep giving I'm winking? Why, I'm finally tired of Jiang Mochen wanting to hook me up? Save yourself, I don't like your type. "
Yan Qingchi was speechless, "Your narcissism is exactly the same as Jiang Mochen. You are his wild brother who has been lost for many years."
"You can pull it down, you're insulting my brother."
Yan Qingchi: "...you are in the late stage of brother control! I can't save you!"
"Regulations," Wei Lan turned to look at her manager, pointing at Yan Qingchi, "someone here speaks ill of your boss."
Yan Qingchi: "..."
Charter: "...so are you going to fashion night or not?"
Wei Lan waved her hand, "If you don't participate, what's the point of getting together with a group of people, I'll go home."
"What about the Golden Camel Awards Ceremony? Are you going?" Zhang Zhang asked him.