MTL - Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance-Chapter 9

Chapter nine:

Chess's eyes turned back and forth between them two times, then put down the pen, said softly, "Don't you draw yet?"

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mozhang were a little embarrassed for a moment, and they immediately converged on their playfulness and became serious.

Yan Qingchi picked up his pen and made a stroke on the paper.

Chess has all kinds of paintings. Turning to see Jiang Moyu, Jiang Moyu is speechless looking at the sky. He feels that he is his own and probably can't hide it. He picked up the pen and broke it, drawing according to Yan Qingchi.

When Qi Qi saw him draw, he went to see Yan Qingchi again.

Yan Qingchi quickly drew the next stroke, chess and chess quickly followed, and then went to see Jiang Moyu, to see if he had finished drawing.

Jiang Motuo felt that it took a long time to return to his elementary school classroom for a few minutes. He looked at the painting in his hand, but he could not draw the pattern on the book. After each drawing, he sketched with the children. same.

This is a rare and unhappy time for Jiang Moji. He couldn't figure it out. He was proficient in chess and books from childhood. How he died in painting. He didn't want to give up easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't practice well. It seemed Naturally, he did not lighten the skill of painting. No matter how hard he tried, he could only make a low-handed hand.

Jiang Mozhi sighed silently in his heart, secretly, no one was there, and Jin Wuzhe was red, but he secretly whispered in his heart that Yan Qingchi was really a personal talent, and this was the second time he met and he found out His own short board is very good. He wants to see when he can pretend to be clever. But don't make a fool into his hands. By then, he must let Yan Qingchi sit in this room. Give him a good picture, and draw him for three days and three nights, and three more nights, so that he can't stop painting.

The three people were painting with their own feelings. Jiang Moyu took advantage of a phone call in the middle and left with his own drawing paper. Then he never entered the chess room. It didn't appear until the chess drawing. A surprise that you drew.

Yan Qingchi didn't dismantle him. After finishing his painting teaching, he ate another meal at Jiang Moyu's house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mozhen got up and planned to give him away, and Yan Qingchi brought his present to Qiqi.

He took out a Rubik's cube and asked Chess, "Do you know what this is?"

Chess nodded, "The Rubik's Cube."

"Can you play?"

Chess still nodded.

"Then you play first, and when I come next time, see if you play well."

Chess's eyes lighted up. He opened his mouth. He seemed to want to ask something, but did not say anything. He closed his mouth slowly, but nodded.

Yan Qingchi reached out and rubbed his head. Chess and chess did not resist. He bent his eyes quietly and looked at him like a gentle little moon.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.

Chess nodded cleverly, his eyes were soft and soft.

Yan Qingchi felt that he looked a little like a doll in a window, and looked good, and had a pair of talking eyes. When the eyes were bent, he brought his tenderness and warmth, which made people like it. But he was cautious, yet cautious, and protected himself with young arms, looking cautiously and restrained to the outside world.

He waved goodbye and said goodbye to Qiqi, and left with Jiang Moyu.

Jiang Mozhi was very gentleman and sent Yan Qingchi home. After the car stopped, he turned to Yan Qingchi and asked, "Have fun?"

"I'm very happy." Yan Qingchi said truthfully.

Jiang Mo snorted coldly.

Yan Qingchi turned to look at him, "Why, aren't you happy?"

"What do you think?"

Yan Qingchi didn't expect that he was so careless under his gentle appearance. He didn't hold back for a moment and laughed. He bumped into Jiang's arm.

Jiang Mo turned his head to stare at him, "Shut up."

Yan Qingchi compared with an ok gesture, "Let's skip this topic and change the topic."

Jiang Moyu thought for a while, and finally made a serious expression, and said seriously: "What do you think of chess?"

"It's cute, very good, and very sensible."

"Do you like him?" Jiang Moji continued to ask.

"Like it."

This answer was expected by Jiang Moji.

"You want to see him tomorrow?"

"Yes, can't it?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Moji looked at him, "Since you have already told him, then go ahead, next time, tell me first."

He is the child's father, and Yan Qingchi could not refuse such a request: "OK."

The two talked about their children and talked about their marriage. Jiang Moji said calmly, "Although this may be cruel, I still want to make it clear in advance that you and I are not married based on love. It ’s you who want what you want, ”he said, looking at Yan Qingchi.“ Why are you willing to promise me, whether it ’s for the 5 million or the other, I can give it, as long as it ’s not too much. , I'm willing to give it to you. So if I can't give it, then you better not delusion. "

His words were a bit cold, but his intonation was as gentle as ever. "I won't like anyone easily, so after marriage, I may, no, should, I should not like you so much. I can ask You promise, I can fulfill my husband's due responsibilities, and I will cooperate with your thoughts and requirements as much as possible. However, I hope you can remember what I said tonight, and do n’t want to love or not after marriage. Entanglement, then, will only make you look ugly. "

Yan Qingchi did not expect that he would say these words indifferently. He looked at Jiang Moyu and could only see the calmness and indifference in his eyes. Yan Qingchi felt that everyone was a polyhedron. Five minutes ago, Jiang Mozhi was still fighting with him, even more childish than chess. Now he can calmly talk to himself about the conditions and pave the way for his future.

But this was not a problem for him. He smiled, bright and bright, "I know, rest assured, as long as you don't like me, I won't like you."

Jiang Moxi smiled lightly, as if he was ridiculous about his phrase "As long as you don't like me", he said: "Then you can rest assured."