Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

twenty two:

Early the next morning, at the table, Chess heard that he was going to the playground, and he was really happy.

He held the spoon, a pair of cat's eyes widened, his tone raised, "Really? Will we go together? Will both Dad and Uncle Yan go?"

"Yes, go together." Yan Qingchi touched his head.

Chess smiled happily, her eyes narrowed.

"However," Jiang Mochen looked at Chess and Chess. "I didn't notice it before. You can't call Uncle Yan in the future."

Chess didn't understand it, blinked and asked, "Why?"

"Because Uncle Yan and I are married, he is also your father," Jiang Mo said warmly.

Chess and chess turned to look at Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi smiled, and Chess thought, "I have two dads?"

"Correct."

"But if it's called dad, it's easy to tell the difference." Jiang Mozhi said again.

"You can add your surname," Yan Qingchi advised him, "call you Dad Jiang, call me Dad Yan."

"Which child is called a parent like this." Jiang Moxie disagreed, he thought for a while, "you call my father in the future, and the father of Yan Qingchi, so that you can be separated."

"Father is a bit too formal and serious, either? Let him be called dad and one dad?"

"Yan's father and kind mother, although we are both men, in the process of raising children in the future, we definitely need one side to be strict and gentle. You are obviously more suitable to the gentle side than me. So be serious. Role assignments always make sense. "

Seeing him insist, Yan Qingchi didn't refute again. He looked down at the chess game, and saw that the chess game was looking at them curiously. "After that, you call my father, call his father."

Chess nodded, and responded nicely: "Well, Dad."

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, "That's good."

After having dinner, Yan Qingchi took out the book bought yesterday and started to teach chess and chess. He was very smart. He only needed to teach a few words once or twice. Yan Qingchi thought about it and said, "Chess, let's play a game."

Chess heard about it, immediately dropped his pencil, and asked him with some joy, "What game?"

Jiang Mozhi just passed by and opened the door quietly, and saw Yan Qingchi and Qiqi saying, "Let's play a game that you ask me to answer. Each of us has two cards in hand, one is like, the other is I do n’t like it, and then I say something, let ’s light up the card together and see if we have any duplicates. ”

Chess heard him say that as soon as his joy fell, he always had some resistance to expressing his own preferences, for fear that he would not like him because he was different from others. He lowered his head and squeezed his fingers without speaking.

"Don't want to play?"

Qiqi looked up at him, "Shall we play checkers?"

Yan Qingchi watched him say this word carefully, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He had already told his agent about the appointment a few days ago, although Li Jiang was a little sorry, but for his future, he agreed, and after a few days Li Jiang returned from abroad, he would officially terminate the contract with Xingyue and sign the contract Orange. At that time, he might be the same as Jiang Mokun, who didn't have much time to stay at home, and could not accompany and guide chess.

In September, not only will he take up a new job, he will also go to school. He doesn't talk and likes silence, but if he still does not express his emotions, likes and dislikes, Yan Qingchi is worried, he May be bullied by other children.

This is not what he wants to see.

He thought about it, took the rubber on the table, held it in his hand, and then stretched his hands in front of chess and chess. "Guess, which of my hands has rubber in it?"

Chess raised his head, looked at his two hands, and then reached out and touched his right hand.

Yan Qingchi spread his hands, nothing, "I guessed wrong ~"

He said he opened his left hand, "Here."

Chess reached out to take off the eraser, looked carefully, and looked up at him. His eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't seem to understand why he suddenly played with him.

Yan Qingchi did not answer him directly, but asked him, "Do you know why you guessed wrong?"

Chess shake his head.

"Because you are not me, you don't know what I'm thinking. If you guess, you will always have a wrong guess."

"I don't understand."

"You can understand that even if I am older than you, your father is wrong. Your father is older than you. We are all adults, but we don't know your mind every time." He poked Poke Chess Heart, "So sometimes we need your help."

"help?"

"Yes." Yan Qingchi smiled. "You tell us what you want and what you want to do, we will know and we can do it together."

Chess listened to the words in his mouth and looked at him quietly without speaking.

"Don't Chess want to help us?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

"No." He whispered.

"I know that chess is so smart and cute, it must be the kindest little angel, and it will definitely help us."

Chess pursed his lips. He seemed to want to say something, but still didn't say it.

Yan Qingchi took him into his arms and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Chess looked at him, his eyes were crystal clear, but they were a little foggy.

"What do you want to say?" Yan Qingchi asked him gently.

Chess blinked, and there was a wave of water in his eyes, but he still did not speak.

Yan Qingchi closed her eyes. "Let ’s do it quietly, whispered in my ear, and tell me quietly, so that no one else knows."

He waited for a while with his eyes closed, and finally felt a faint airflow slowly hitting his auricle. The voice was very tender, with timidity and timidity. The voice was suppressed very weakly, he asked, "said Wrong, wouldn't you like me? "