Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

Forty chapters:

Jiang Moji watched him leave satisfactorily, but he bowed his head and smiled. He felt that Yan Qingchi was very strange, sometimes mature and sane, and sometimes simple and cute. Like a big cat, pursing his eyes, he looks careless, yet has his own territory and pride.

Yan Qingchi quickly took a shower and returned to the bed. Jiang Moyu also went for a shower, then turned off the lights and went into the bed.

Yan Qingchi was sleeping on his side, with his back facing him. Jiang Moyan looked at the back of his head. Suddenly, Conscience found a hand on his waist, and said, "Are you sore?"

Yan Qingchi was a little uncomfortable with his sudden hospitality. "What's wrong with you?"

"care about you."

"Dedicate yourself to nothing, steal it if it's treacherous!"

"Sorry, I have just raped."

"What if you get angry again?"

Jiang Mo sneered, "I'm sorry I don't do anything at this time, I'm sorry for the high hopes you place on me!"

"Don't do it." Yan Qingchi held him down, "You rub it."

Jiang Mo rubbed him silently, criticizing and educating while rubbing, "Can't you think I'm okay?"

"Wait next time, next time I must think of you as particularly good, the kind of man."

"It's pretty much the same."

Jiang Mochi said that he didn't talk any more, and Yan Qingchi didn't talk anymore. During the quiet night, the air was a little quiet for a while.

It took a long time for Jiang Mozhi to ask, "Are you scared today or at that time? Are you afraid of me being hurt?"

Yan Qingchi did not answer.

Jiang Mo screamed at him.

Yan Qingchi looked back at him. In the dark, both of them could not see each other, but they could dimly see each other's outline. Jiang Mochi heard Yan Qingchi asked him, "Do you want to answer this, do you want me to be afraid? ? "

Jiang Moyu didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi did not speak.

The room was quiet for a while.

It took a long time for Yan Qingchi to turn his head and he said, "Sleep."

Jiang Mochi said "um" and continued to rub his waist.

Yan Qingchi didn't stop him, didn't say anything, and closed his eyes slowly.

Only Jiang Motuo was looking at his back, rubbing gently, and asking himself, did he want Yan Qingchi to answer his fear? If so, why?

Jiang Mozhi did not dig deep, and did not dare to dig deep. He could only ask himself briefly, why did he ask Yan Qingchi this question, and asked, what answer did he hope to get?

The answer was almost ready, but he pressed it down. He looked at Yan Qingchi, quiet and silent, and approached him from behind.

At about seven o'clock the next morning, Yan Qingchi opened his eyes stupidly. As soon as he was about to get up, he heard Jiang Mochi said, "You haven't played today, what did you get up so early? There is no venue for you to run in the morning. . "

Yan Qingchi heard the words and thought that what he said was somewhat reasonable, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already 11:00 in the morning, and Yan Qingchi turned around and saw Jiang Moyu playing with his mobile phone.

"Awake?" He asked.

Yan Qingchi said "um".

"Then I'm calling for breakfast." Jiang Mozhi said, and called the service desk at the front desk.

Yan Qingchi lifted the quilt out of bed and started to wash.

After a while, the waiter brought breakfast.

Yan Qingchi brushed up Weibo while eating breakfast, and saw that because yesterday ’s event did not follow up with a marketing account, it was just a passionate comment from fans, so the heat has come down, but he still has a lot of fans Although, most of these people are small houses of Jiang Moji.

Jiang Mozhi saw Weibo on his mobile phone interface and explained to him: "I do n’t really want to distribute this matter, so let Wu Yuan suppress the news. Oh, Wu Yuan is my agent, and therefore you That ’s the end of the wave ’s popularity. But if it ’s too hot and not suitable for you, the speculation will be too obvious, and my fans are expected to change from thank you to you Feeling subtle. "

"Rest assured, I don't understand these, so do what you think is appropriate."

Jiang Mo nodded.

Yan Qingchi asked him again, "Why is someone calling your fan little lunatic, isn't it a small house?"

Jiang Mo paused, "Do you know that there is another title besides nickname and nickname?"

"what?"

"Sigh."

Yan Qingchi said "Ah?"

Jiang Moyi looked at him helplessly, "When you have fans in the future, your fans will have corresponding nicknames and nicknames, and when you become popular, you should have nicknames."

"Do you have a black name?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Mo is speechless, "This is not what you should know."

"I'm curious."

"If you have time to wonder about this, think about what your fans are called."

Yan Qingchi held up his hand and thought, "Is it related to my name?"

"Little swallow?" Jiang Moyan asked him.

Yan Qingchi almost instantly remembered herself crossing a certain female character who once swept the North and South of the river, "No."

"grass?"

"Anything else?"

"A pond?"

Yanqing Pond, "... It's still grass."

"Or dew? By the way, oats, this is fine."

Yan Qingchi thought about it and felt ok. He clipped a bun and handed it to Jiang Moyu, "I appreciate it."

Jiang Moyi glanced at the buns on the plate and looked at him helplessly.

Just at this time, his mobile phone rang, Jiang Mokun picked it up and glanced at it, and saw a red dot on the head of Yuan Mingzhang on WeChat. Even if he did n’t click on it, he could see the text inside: I'm back. See you in the afternoon.

Jiang Mo froze, and opened his head and replied to him: "No, we have to film in the afternoon."

"What about tomorrow?" Yuan Ming returned within seconds.

"I've been busy with the show recently."

"No matter how busy you are, you won't be able to make time, or ... you don't want to see me?" Yuan Mingzhang asked him, "You're married, you can't even meet my friend?"

Jiang Moji looked at this sentence and did not reply.

"Forget it, I don't embarrass you, then it's gone, I'll go home tomorrow."

Jiang Mozhi just remembered that Yuan Mingzhen was still in this city. The reason why he chose to land in this city was only because of himself.

He sighed unconsciously, and replied, "Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, we will meet."

It's just a meeting, and nothing will happen, Jiang Mo thought, after all, before Yuan Mingzhang left, before he and Yan Qingchi got married, they were still friends. Moreover, some words need to be clarified in person.

Yan Qingchi watched him finally put down his mobile phone and asked him, "What's the matter? Are you anxious? Look at you looking heavy."

Jiang Mo opened his mouth, and the words "Yuan Mingzhen is back, I'll meet him" came to his mouth and swallowed again. He didn't realize until now that he hadn't told Yan Qingchi that he and Yuan Mingzhen The thing that Yan Qingchi did to Yuan Mingzheng was only mentioned by chance at the last party, so he didn't know Yan Qingchi knew whether he liked Yuan Mingzheng once. But he knew very well that he didn't want to mention Yuan Mingzhang at this time, nor did he want to see Yan Qingchi's expression after knowing Yuan Mingzhang and his affairs.

He didn't want to see Yan Qingchi care too much about it, but he also didn't want to see Yan Qingchi care nothing about it. So, what kind of attitude did he want? Jiang Mozhi didn't know, just like he didn't know whether he wanted Yan Qingchi to be afraid or not last night.

"Go see a friend," he said, "because I need to adjust the time, I feel a bit troublesome."

Yan Qingchi nodded. "Need us to invite him to dinner?" He asked, "Liao Sibo came to see you last time, not to invite him to dinner."

"No, Liao Sibo is a visiting class. He is not. I'll go by myself."

"That's good." Yan Qingchi said, and continued to concentrate on breakfast.

Jiang Mozhi looked at him, and suddenly found that he seemed to keep his advancement and retreat within a degree. He would joke with himself, be close, and provoked himself, but again, he would not ask any more words, he would not ask which friend he was, and he would not ask why.

All his closeness is only in the small circle of him and chess, and he doesn't ask much or say anything outside the circle. Jiang Mozhi suddenly felt that he couldn't understand him, and he couldn't understand whether he was advancing or reluctant to himself.

But he couldn't understand why he suddenly cared about his attitude. Jiang Mochi laughed at himself and did not speak again.

On the afternoon of the same day, Jiang Mozheng and the director coordinated the time. On the next day, he filmed in the morning and left directly.

Yuan Mingzhang was sitting on a chair by the window, and the sun shone into the private room, crossing a bright pomelo color for the table in front of him. He looked at the lemon slices in the cup and felt a little upset.

This is a shop of his friend. The decoration is very small and fresh, and is loved by girls, but there is no one in the shop today, because of his arrival, and because of Jiang Moji's coming soon.

Yuan Mingzhang never thought that he would only go abroad once, and then returned, Jiang Mozhang had already married other people. He was a little surprised, and even more reluctant to believe.

Of course, he knew that Jiang Moxie liked him. He helped himself so much. He even made it clear, but he liked Zhou Yixing for too long, so he chose to close his eyes and pretend to be invisible. But every time he was injured in Zhou Yixing, he would habitually go to Jiang Moyu for comfort. The three of them were like three single arrows on a straight line. He looked at Zhou Yixing and Jiang Moyan looked at him. He was used to such feelings, but now Jiang Moyan is married.

Yuan Mingzhang thought he didn't care much. After all, he liked Zhou Yixing, but Jiang Mo's alienation made him gradually panic. Jiang Moxie no longer cared about him, no longer took the initiative to chat with him, and even refused when he sent him a WeChat message to talk to him.

What is busy? Is the most perfunctory excuse. As long as you are willing, even if you are busy, you can have time unless you are not willing.

He couldn't understand it, just married, how did everything change. Even if Jiang Moyi ’s marriage partner knew what was going on between them, and even if the other party cared, they did n’t want them to come and go, just sending a WeChat to chat for a day. What ’s wrong?

He has become too accustomed to relying on Jiang Moxie, used to telling himself about him and listening to him to comfort himself, but now, Jiang Moxie ended all of this unilaterally, which made Yuan Mingxuan feel terrified and upset. So he booked a ticket and he returned home in advance. He wondered what was going on between them.