Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

twenty four:

Jiang Mozhi was talking to the director of the new drama. When he saw him back, he ended the topic, hung up the phone, and asked, "Qiqi sleep?"

"Well, let me call him earlier, for fear of getting up late tomorrow."

Jiang Moji smiled. "If he likes it, he can take him often if he has time."

Yan Qingchi took out his pajamas from the closet and turned to Jiang Moyan. "You? Have time? Frequent?" He chuckled, "How can you have such a lot of time for a busy person like you?" Why do you have time to stay at home these days? Do n’t you film? ”

"I was just killed some time ago, so this time I used to make up for some advertising endorsements and magazine shooting, and the new drama will start next month. Where is your contract with Xingyue?"

"When Li Jiang comes back to walk through the formalities, it will be fine to pay the penalty."

"How much money do you need to pay for your default Jin Nancheng?"

Yan Qingchi thought about it. Anyway, he will also work for Nancheng anyway. Paying by Nancheng is not an advantage. He reached out and compared with a number. Jiang Mo sneered, "Is that so?"

He looked up and down Yan Qingchi for a while, and said quite painfully: "You are really worthless."

Yan Qingchi hehe, "As the saying goes, fish and fish, shrimp and shrimp, so worthless me, but I just found you so worthless."

"You can really talk nonsense with your eyes open."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "each other."

Jiang Moshang was helpless, "Relax, you will soon be very valuable. By that time, I think Xing Yue should be sad."

"Then borrow your good words." Yan Qingchi said as he walked into the bathroom.

When Yan Qingchi came out, he saw Jiang Moxun reading a book in front of the bed.

"Why don't you sleep?" He lifted the quilt and went to bed. "looking at what?"

Jiang Mozhi showed him the cover, which is Dumas' "Earl Monte Cristo".

"When I saw the name, I remembered the fear of high school being dominated by reading notes."

"It's still fun and it looks great."

"Then you keep watching, I'll sleep first." Yan Qingchi said, and wanted to lie down to sleep, but was stopped by Jiang Moji.

Jiang Mojiu put the book in his hand on the bedside table next to him and turned to look at him, "Chat."

Yan Qingchi leaned on the bedside, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Moyu also leaned back.

Under the yellowish halo, Jiang Moji thought for a while, then slowly said, "Our family is named because it has a character generation, so my sister is Xingji, and my name is Moji. Our generation is a character generation. It ’s just that the two of us put this word behind. The chess and chess generation just happens to be the word, so I named him Jiang Zhiqi. This name does n’t actually have the beautiful meaning you said, it actually It's just that it's just 'Zhi''s turn. If the turn is Ruo, the chess might be called Jiang Ruoqi. "

"However," Jiang Mozhi looked at him, "I like the explanation you gave to Chess, you gave the name a new explanation, and I like it very much."

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised. Although he felt Jiang Moyan at the door at that time, and knew that he should have heard it, he did not expect that he would have a night chat with himself.

"I just talk casually, so that Chess and Chess believe that we like him, so that he can trust us and show us some of the emotions that he has hidden in his heart."

Jiang Mo nodded, "I know, but anyway, thank you very much for this matter."

"You're welcome, after all, chess is my child."

"This is of course. What I want to say is actually this, now I say, sleep."

Yan Qingchi heard the words, but did not hold back a smile, he thought that Jiang Moshen said to him that he was so formal in the evening to talk about what was going to say, but he just thanked himself. Yan Qingchi felt that he was a little too serious, but suddenly remembered that when Jiang Moxie and him apologized last night, it seemed to be so serious.

Yan Qingchi thought of this, but for some reason, he felt that such a serious apology and thanks Jiang Mozhi was a bit cute.

"Well, for telling you that you thank me so seriously, I'll tell you a little secret."

"what?"

"Have you ever played chess?"

Jiang Motuo did not expect that he would ask this, he thought about it and shook his head.

"You can kiss him next time. He doesn't say anything on the chessboard, but he really likes this kind of intimacy. You kiss him, he will be very happy. Little friends, almost all of them, your father kissed you when you were young I feel very happy. "

Jiang Moming still nodded slightly when he said the first half of the sentence, and when he reached the second half of the sentence, he snorted coldly, "My dad won't kiss me."

"what?"

"My father is like a mountain. Which mountain have you ever seen take the initiative to kiss the tourists." With some helplessness, he calmly said, "My dad is the most typical Chinese-style father. Even if he likes you, he will not take the initiative to behave. Come out, always look serious, kiss me? It ’s more realistic in my dreams. ”

Yan Qingchi tilted his head and looked at him, "So you're complaining with me now, are you complaining, do you want me to kiss you?"

Jiang Mosong was instantly embarrassed and angry, "You talk nonsense, we didn't talk about this topic, I just talked about it." It was really a suspense, Jiang Moshui thought, how could he suddenly talk to him about this, and he was really crazy He talked about these things!

"Are you embarrassed now? In fact, in our current relationship, if you want me to kiss you, I ..."

"Shut up." Jiang Mo interrupted him with a rough voice, then turned off the light, "sleep."

Yan Qingchi watched his sudden series of movements, and endured it again and again, but still couldn't help but laughed, "Jiang Moyun, you look really cute now."

Jiang Mo turned on the light. "You won't sleep anymore, believe it or not, I can't make you sleep tonight."

"It's as if I don't sleep, you can sleep."

Jiang Moming was so angry that he gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, and pushed the person directly to the bed, ready to let him experience the end of the talk.

As a result, as soon as he pushed the person down, he saw Yan Qingchi look up and kiss him softly on his forehead.

Jiang Mo froze for a moment.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "It's a good night kiss, sleep."

"You want to sleep now? Late!"

"Don't do this," Yan Qingchi pointed him to the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Tomorrow I will go to the playground with chess and chess. If I don't sleep, tomorrow should really be fine."

"Now you know how to sleep? Who has been fooling and refusing to sleep just now?"

"It's me, it's me." Yan Qingchi is good at everything. "I was wrong. I won't dare next time. You have a lot of adults. Let me go this time." Yan Qingchi was innocent.

Jiang Mozhi was going to be hurt by his hot act of pretending to be innocent. He gave Yan Qingchi a glance, didn't speak, turned over and fell asleep beside Yan Qingchi.

Yan Qingchi reached out and turned off the light. "Good night."

"Good night," Jiang Moyan said, closing his eyes.

However, not long after that, he opened his eyes a little irritably, and touched the place where Yan Qingchi had just kissed. He just felt that there was something like that, and it was a little hot. The more clearly I remembered the way Yan Qingchi suddenly kissed himself, he let down his hand resentfully, secretly said that he was going to be a demon before going to bed. He just said it casually, so I wanted to borrow it. Machine kiss yourself! Can't sleep well!

Jiang Mo gritted his teeth and forced himself to close his eyes.