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ninety five:
Jiang Mochen felt that he really couldn't imagine Yan Qingchi's innocent and innocent appearance. He felt very strange. According to Yan Qingchi's intelligence and his personality of keeping everything in one hand, how could Li Xinran deceive him like that, and how could he be in Li Xinran's place? Suffer like that. Is it really because Li Xinran is Yan Qingchi's first love, so Yan Qingchi comes with a 1500-meter filter, and is willing to be a little low-key. Jiang Mochen felt that if this was the case, then he wanted to beat Li Xinran violently now, so why? What's so good about this scumbag!
Yan Qingchi looked at him suddenly stern, a little confused, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Mochen looked up at him, feeling distressed and angry at him, and finally he could only say: "Next time this scumbag calls you again, you just transfer it to me, and I'll handle it."
Yan Qingchi nodded, "But probably not. He now thinks that I have offended some important person, so others use him to mess with me. He is afraid that he will become a victim, so he wishes he had never known me before."
"Oh, rubbish." Jiang Mochen scolded.
Yan Qingchi agreed, "Yes, it's still the one that can't be recycled."
The two talked about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingxu's shit, Yan Qingchi took a shower and was about to go to bed, but when he got out of the bathroom for Jiang Mochen to wash, he found that Jiang Mochen was writing and drawing something.
"What are you doing?" He walked over and leaned over to look at Jiang Mochen. @无限好文, all in
Seeing him coming out, Jiang Mochen handed him the pen naturally, "Qiqi asked me to accompany him to draw, and you know I'm not very good at drawing, so I said that when you come back, the three of us will draw together, and he will Then draw a swallow."
Jiang Mochen said as he took out a piece of drawing paper, "This is a drawing of chess and chess. I was afraid that it would affect my father's image in his heart, so I found an excuse to divert his attention. When I see you, help me cheat, okay?"
Yan Qingchi smiled, and sat down on the sofa. He looked at the swallow in the chess painting, and then at Jiang Mochen's painting, and said softly: "If you don't say it, I should really think that you are a chess player." Chess painting."
Jiang Mochen himself had no choice, "What can I do, I am also very desperate."
"Student Jiang, you need a teacher to teach one-on-one in small classes." Yan Qingchi looked at him.
Jiang Mochen was very willing, but, "Teacher, you seem to have no time."
"Wait next month, next month I'm done, I'll teach you well."
"Then teacher, you have to finish it quickly."
"Unfortunately, it's not up to the teacher to decide."
Jiang Mochen sighed, "You draw first, and draw a few more movements and styles according to your liking. After I go back, I will say that I drew it, and show it to Qiqi."
"Got it, go take a shower."
Jiang Mochen stood up, watched him staring at the drawing paper in front of him with a pen, with focused eyes, bent down and kissed him on the cheek.
Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and looked up at him reflexively, "Why?"
Jiang Mochen squeezed the place where he just kissed, and said in a gentle voice, "Knowledge and reason."
Yan Qingchi was almost amused by these four words, "Me? Knowledgeable and reasonable?"
"Can't you?"
Yan Qingchi shook his head emotionally, "Unexpectedly, I would have a day when I was told to be educated and reasonable. It's not easy."
Jiang Mochen smiled, "Draw well, you."
As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom.
The moment the door was closed, Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi who was drawing with his head down, and heaved a sigh of relief. He has been thinking about the rings of the two of them since Yan Qingchi left on his birthday. Jiang Mochen had an initial idea, and after communicating with the designer, he was also approved by the designer, but there was only one troublesome thing, that is, he would not draw.
He didn't want other hands to fight against Yan Qingchi, so he could only let Yan Qingchi help him. It's just that Jiang Mochen closed the door gently, and Yan Qingchi couldn't let Yan Qingchi know whether it was the surprise he was planning to propose.
As for the operation of getting married first and then proposing, who stipulated that you cannot propose after getting married
He will make up for everything he owes Yan Qingchi, confession, marriage proposal, wedding, disclosure, these links, one day, he will make up all of them. Their relationship is like a receding train, which is different from others who end in marriage—they have already reached the end, but they are not in a hurry to get off the train, but slowly retreating along the track, in a different mood, To enjoy the scenery missed along the way.
When Jiang Mochen came out of the shower, Yan Qingchi had already drawn several swallows for him, some were simple, some were complex, some were standing, some were flying, "Is that all right?" He asked Jiang Mochen.
Jiang Mochen nodded, "Yes, it's pretty good."
"Then you learn to draw. If you can't learn it, just give this to Qiqi." Yan Qingchi got up and stretched, "Oh, I'm tired, go to sleep."
"Okay." Jiang Mochen carefully put away the painting and put it back in his bag.
In the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Mochen returned to X City with chess and chess, and Yan Qingchi continued to stay on the set to film.
Soon, Christmas Eve came, and the crew prepared an apple for everyone, and even told everyone to quit their work early and go back to rest. The chess performance happened to be today, and Yan Qingchi returned to his room after playing the play, preparing to connect with Jiang Mochen and let him broadcast live.
Wei Lan and Wei Xun agreed to celebrate the festival together today, but Wei Lan waited for a long time, Wei Xun didn't come, he was free and curious about chess, so he followed Yan Qingchi into his room Room.
Yan Qingchi was very helpless, "You are really idle."
"Yes," Wei Lan admitted directly, "Oh, I don't know if my brother has arrived yet?"
"He will contact you when he arrives, don't worry."
"I know, look at your son." Wei Lan urged him.
Yan Qingchi sat down on the sofa, looked at his watch, and found that it was almost time for the chess and chess performance, so he sent a video call to Jiang Mochen without further delay.
It took Jiang Mochen a while to pick it up, Wei Lan didn't even recognize him, he put on makeup, retouched his eyebrows and eyes, and wore a pair of glasses, looking a bit deserted, and he even wore a mask.
"Wear a mask indoors, you are not afraid of attracting others' attention." Wei Lan reminded him.
Jiang Mochen frowned, "Why are you here?"
"I'll take a look at Xiaoqiqi."
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Only then did Yan Qingchi realize that he didn't tell Jiang Mochen that Wei Lan knew about Qiqi's existence, so he immediately raised his hand and confessed, "I was wrong, I forgot to tell you, I told Wei Lan about Qiqi's existence. thing, but he promised me not to tell anyone else."
Jiang Mochen was a little helpless, "Since when did you have such a good relationship with him? Tell him everything?"
Wei Lan looked proud, "It's normal for someone as good as me to like me after a little contact with me."
Jiang Mochen was very suspicious of this sentence, he looked at Yan Qingchi, and seemed to ask again, do you agree
However, what could Yan Qingchi say? He looked at Wei Lan just like he looked at his former younger brother, so he could only smile slightly, "Let's just watch chess."
Jiang Mochen adjusted his mobile phone and pointed it at the stage. After a while, the performance began. Yan Qingchi watched the stage slowly light up, and the children in Christmas tree clothes swayed left and right to the music. Immediately afterwards, children wearing reindeer costumes and antlers came onto the stage one by one. They held a rope in their hands, and the rope was tied to a wooden prop sleigh. In the car sat a fat man in Santa Claus clothes. little boy with stack of gift boxes behind him.
They formed two rows in the center of the stage, holding hands and singing Christmas carols. Santa Claus was sitting in the car, singing, taking out those gift boxes from the car and throwing them to the audience. The gift boxes are very light, and the gifts inside should not be very heavy, so even if it hits someone, it will not hurt. The parents at the scene received the gifts and exclaimed "wow" very cooperatively.
Santa Claus on the stage also came out of the car. In the middle of the stage, reindeer circled around him, and the Christmas tree danced beside him.
At the end of a song, the children bowed neatly in a row and shouted Merry Christmas to everyone. The parents applauded vigorously and shouted "Yes".
Then the stage went dark, and Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen say, "Wait a minute."
The camera lens of the phone started to shake.
"What did he do?" Wei Lan asked Yan Qingchi.
After all, Yan Qingchi has lived with Jiang Mochen for such a long time, so he knows him a little bit, "It should be to go to the backstage to watch chess."
Wei Lan hurriedly nodded "Oh oh oh".
It took a while before the white light appeared on the phone screen again, followed by a few children's words here and there.
"What is this?"
"I'll give you this, can you exchange it with me?"
"Oh, don't pull my tail anymore, you have it yourself."
Then Yan Qingchi heard a familiar voice, "Father."
The voice was small and soft, but it was hard to hide the excitement. A small head poked into the camera, it was chess.
Jiang Mochen quickly straightened the phone, and Qiqi's entire upper body appeared on the screen. They seemed to have chosen a quiet place, and they could no longer hear the voices of other children talking.
Yan Qingchi saw that Qiqi was still wearing the little reindeer's clothes and antlers, so cute and soft. Yan Qingchi knew that he was afraid of strangers, so he pushed Wei Lan out of the camera. Wei Lan was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.
Yan Qingchi looked at the little reindeer in the video and smiled, "Dad saw it just now, the chess performance is great."
"Really? Did you really see it?"
"Well, I also heard Qiqi singing, and Qiqi singing is also very nice."
Qiqi blushed, and he didn't know whether it was hot or shy, "Look, Dad," he held up a fluffy Christmas stocking-like bag, "This is a Christmas gift from the teacher as a reward for us."
"Wow," Yan Qingchi expressed his admiration very cooperatively, "It looks great."
Qiqi nodded, then lowered his head, opened the bag in front of him, and took out the contents.
"It's a little deer." He shook the little deer in his hand at Yan Qingchi.
"Well, it's cute."
Qiqi put the deer in again, and continued to dig out, "What is this?"
He took out a small square box tied with a ribbon from it, shook it, put it on his ear and listened, then handed it to Jiang Mochen, and asked for help: "What is this?"