Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

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Jiang Mochi felt that he really couldn't think of Yan Qingchi's innocent simplicity. He felt very strange. According to Yan Qingchi's intelligence and his unique personality, how could Li Xinran cheat him like that, and how could he be with Li Xinran? You 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 make small volts. Jiang Moshang thinks that if this is the case, then he now wants to beat Li Xinran too. Why? What good is this scumbag!

Yan Qingchi watched him suddenly look cold, some puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Moyan looked up at him, and he was a little bit angry when he had a little pain. In the end, he could only say, "The next time this scum will call you again, you can directly transfer it to me and I will handle it."

Yan Qingchi nodded. "But it shouldn't. He thinks I've offended some big man now, so others use him to engage me. I'm afraid he has become a victim, so I wish I had never known me."

"Oh, garbage." Jiang Mo scolded.

Yan Qingchi agreed, "Yes, it's still unrecyclable."

The two people talked about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingzhang. Yan Qingchi took a bath and prepared to sleep, but when they got out of the bathroom and let Jiang Mozhang wash, they discovered that Jiang Mozhang was writing and painting.

"What are you doing?" He walked over and looked down at Jiang Moyu. @Finity 好 文, all in

After seeing him come out, Jiang Mo naturally gave him his pen. "Qiqi asked me to paint with him. You know that I don't know how to paint, so I said that when you come back we will draw together and he will If so, draw a swallow. "

Jiang Moyi said, while he took out a piece of drawing paper, "This is a chess game. I was afraid that the drawing was not good enough to affect the image of my father in his heart, so I made an excuse to divert his attention, thinking When I see you, can you cheat me, okay? "

Yan Qingchi smiled, and sat down on the sofa. He looked at the swallows drawn by chess and chess, and looked at Jiang Mo's paintings, and said quietly: "If you don't say, I really think you are chess Chess. "

Jiang Mozhi himself was very helpless. "What can I do? I'm desperate."

"Mr. Jiang, you need a teacher to teach in a small one-on-one class." Yan Qingchi looked at him.

Jiang Mozhi is very willing, but, "Teacher, you don't seem to have time."

"Wait next month, I'll kill you next month, and teach you well."

"Teacher, you have to kill it soon."

"Unfortunately, this is not up to the teacher."

Jiang Mo sighed, "You draw first, and draw a few more actions and styles as you like. When I go back, I say I painted it, and I will show it to you."

"I see. Go and take a shower."

Jiang Mo stood up, watching him holding a pen and staring at the drawing paper in front of him, his eyes and eyes focused, and he bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and looked at him with a conditioned reflex. "Why?"

Jiang Moxie squeezed where he had just kissed, and Wen said, "Knowledge and wisdom."

Yan Qingchi was laughed at by these four words, "I? Know the reason?"

"Can't it?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head with emotion, "I never imagined that I would even have a day when people were told that they were literate. It was not easy."

Jiang Mo smiled smirkly. "Draw your picture."

As he said, he walked towards the bathroom.

The moment he closed the door, Jiang Mochi looked at Yan Qingchi, who was looking down, drawing a sigh of relief. He has been pondering their rings since Yan Qingchi left on his birthday. Jiang Moji has a preliminary idea and has been recognized by the designer after communicating with the designer. However, there is only one thing that is more troublesome, that is, he will not Draw.

He and Yan Qingchi's ring, he did not want to fake other hands, so only Yan Qingchi can help him do it. It's just that Jiang Moxi held the door lightly. It was the surprise he was going to use to propose the marriage. How could he not let Yan Qingchi know this moment.

As for the operation of marrying first and then proposing, who stipulates that marriage cannot be proposed after marriage?

He owes Yan Qingchi all of them, confession, proposal, wedding, public, these links, one day, he will make up all. Their feelings are like a retreating train, different from the ending point of others' marriage-they have already reached the end, but they did not rush out of the car, but retreated slowly along the track, in a different mood , To enjoy the scenery missed along the way.

By the time Jiang Moji took a bath, Yan Qingchi had painted several swallows for him, some simple, some complicated, some standing, and some flying, "OK?" He asked Jiang Mochi.

Jiang Mo nodded, "Yes, it's pretty good."

"Then you can learn to draw. If you can't learn it, give this to chess directly." Yan Qingchi stood up and stretched out, "Well, tired, sleep."

"Okay." Jiang Moji carefully closed the painting and put it back in his bag.

In the afternoon of the second day, Jiang Mozheng returned to city X with chess and chess, and Yan Qingchi continued to stay in the crew for filming.

Soon, Christmas Eve arrived, and the crew of the crew prepared an apple for everyone, and even let everyone close the job early and go back to rest. The performance of Chess and Chess happened to be today, and Yan Qingchi returned to his room after the play and prepared to connect with Jiang Moyu and let him broadcast live.

Wei Lan and Wei Xun said that they would spend the festival together today, but Wei Lan looked forward to it for a while. Wei Xun didn't come. He was idle and curious about chess. He followed Yan Qingchi into his room.

Yan Qingchi was helpless. "You are really free."

"Yes," Wei Lan admitted directly. "Well, I don't know if my brother is here?"

"He will contact you when he arrives. Rest assured."

"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 show, so he didn't delay anymore, and directly sent a video call to Jiang Moyu.

Jiang Mozhi picked it up after a while, Wei Lan didn't even recognize him, he put on makeup, retouched his eyebrows, and brought a pair of glasses, looking aloof and wearing a mask.

"Wearing a mask indoors, you are not afraid to attract attention." Wei Lan reminded him.

Jiang Mo frowned, "Why are you there?"

"I came to see Chess."

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Only then did Yan Qingchi react, and he did not tell Jiang Mozhi that Wei Lan knew the existence of chess and chess, so he immediately raised his hand frankly, "I was wrong, I forgot to tell you, I told Wei Lan chess and chess Things, but he promised I wouldn't tell anyone else. "

Jiang Moshang was helpless. "When did you have such a good relationship with him? Tell him everything?"

Wei Lan was proud, "An excellent person like me naturally likes me a little when he comes in contact with me. This is normal."

Jiang Moxie was very skeptical of this sentence. He looked at Yan Qingchi and seemed to ask again. Do you agree?

However, what can Yan Qingchi say? He sees Wei Lan as much as his old brother, so he can only smile slightly. "Let's watch chess."

Jiang Moxie tuned her phone and aimed 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 to the left and right along with the music. Then, the children wearing reindeer costumes and antlers came to the stage one by one. They held a rope in their hands and tied the rope to a wooden prop sleigh. A fat Santa Claus was sitting in the car Little boy full of gift boxes behind him.

They were in two rows in the center of the stage, singing Christmas songs hand in hand. Santa was sitting in the car, while singing, he took out those gift boxes from the car and threw them off the stage. The gift boxes are very lightweight, and they should not contain any heavy gifts, so it doesn't hurt even if you hit someone. The parents at the scene received the gift and cooperated with a "wowa" exclamation.

The Santa Claus on the stage also came out of the car. In the middle of the stage, the reindeer circled around him, and the Christmas tree was dancing beside him.

At the end of a song, the children neatly formed a row of bows and shouted Merry Christmas to everyone. Parents applauded hard and shouted "OK".

Then the stage went dark, and Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochi said, "You wait."

The lens of the phone started shaking.

"What did he do?" Wei Lan asked Yan Qingchi.

In the end, Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu have lived for so long, but he has some understanding of him, "I should go to the background to watch chess."

Wei Lan nodded quickly.

After a while, the screen of the mobile phone was white again, and then a few words of children's words.

"What is this?"

"I'll give this to you. Will you change it with me?"

"Oh, don't choke my tail anymore, you have it yourself."

Then Yan Qingchi heard his familiar voice, "Dad."

The sound was small but soft, but it was difficult to hide the excitement. A small head was pierced into the camera. It was chess.

Jiang Mojiu quickly straightened the phone, and the entire upper body of Qiqi appeared on the screen. They seemed to have chosen a quiet place, and they could not hear the voices of other children.

Yan Qingchi saw that Qi Qi was still wearing that little reindeer's clothes and wearing antlers, cute and soft. Yan Qingchi knew that he was afraid of life, so he pushed Wei Lan out of the lens. Wei Lan was a little dissatisfied, but he was helpless.

Yan Qingchi looked at the little reindeer in the video and smiled. "Dad just saw it. The chess and chess show was great."

"Really? Really?"

"Well, I heard Chess and Sing, and Chess and Sing are also very good."

Chess was blushing, and I didn't know whether it was hot or shy. "Dad, look," he held up a furry Christmas sock-like bag. "This is our teacher's Christmas gift for us."

"Wow," Yan Qingchi cooperated and expressed his astonishment. "It looks great."

Chess nodded, then lowered his head, opened the bag in front of him, and pulled out the contents.

"It's a little deer." He shook the little deer at Yan Qingchi.

"Well, it's cute."

Chess put Fawn in again, and continued to dig, "What is this?"

He took out a small box with a ribbon bound to it, shook it, put it on his ear, and listened. Then he handed it to Jiang Moyu, asking for help: "What is this?"