Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

twenty one:

The crowd was a little surprised, but they quickly reacted. This was the face of Yan Qingchi, who was shameless and angry.

Seeing this, Yu Xihe could not help looking at Jiang Moyu, and saw Jiang Moyu frowning.

Jiang Moming looked at Liao Sibo's back, and his anger kept rising. He wanted to chase out and solve Liao Sibo's affairs tonight, but he was worried that Yan Qingchi did not know anyone else. If he walked this way, he would go out. Yan Qingchi wondered if it would be embarrassing.

"Silent." Sun Xun called him, raised his eyes and narrowed the door, as if asking about his attitude.

"Let him go," Jiang Mo said coldly. "If he has never learned to respect and speak well, he will not use it in the future."

He always has a mild temper and a little indifference to most things. At this moment, because Yan Qingchi said such a hard word, Yu Xihe and Ren Xu could not help but exchange an eye silently, secretly, It seems that although the marriage was rushed, it not only has legal benefits, but also emotional benefits. At least Jiang Mo is self-conscious and is willing to protect.

"Okay," Ren Xu said. "The annoying guy has already left, so let's not be angry with him. The sister-in-law will see us for the first time. Come, let's have a drink together. Don't be angry with your sister-in-law when you pay him for his crime. "

"That is, good nights didn't make sense for some people," Yu Xihe said as he winked at Sun Xun. Sun Xun quickly took the wine glass.

Yan Qingchi always has a character that can't hold his hand, smiled, took their wine, and drank a glass with them.

This matter can be considered uncovered.

When everyone was about to play, Jiang Moyu and Yan Qingchi were planning to leave. They both drank and couldn't drive. Jiang Mozhi was a public figure again, so he simply called his assistant over.

In the quiet carriage, Yan Qingchi sat by the window, and opened the window slightly in the night, watching the wind blow out of the window.

Jiang Mozhi looked at him quietly.

After arriving at the destination, the assistant and Jiang Mozhi spoke a few words and left.

Yan Qingchi was a little sleepy. He reached out and pushed the car door to get out of the car, but he suddenly heard Jiang Mochi said, "I'm sorry."

Yan Qingchi looked back at him, and saw Jiang Moyan's serious face. "Today, Liao Sibo is my friend, but I embarrass you in public, sorry."

Yan Qingchi did not expect that he would apologize to him so seriously. He thought it had passed, and passed after he lobbed Liao Sibo and asked him to apologize. However, Jiang Mozhen was still concerned.

Is this matter related to Jiang Moyan? Of course, he is his friend, but he directly speaks against himself. He doesn't restrain his friend, and of course he is wrong. But there is nothing wrong with it. His mouth is on Liao Sibo. Even if he had vowed to recklessly assure Jiang Moji that he would definitely conflict with himself, who can guarantee that he will not suddenly change his words and openly insult him?

In the final analysis, Liao Sibo's meaning is difficult because he is not Yuan Mingzhang, has nothing to do with Jiang Mozhang, and has nothing to do with himself. Today, any person who is not Yuan Mingzhang and appears next to Jiang Mozhang will have this result. Therefore, there is no need to worry about it.

Yan Qingchi doesn't like people who care about these aspects. For him, whoever is sorry for him, he only needs to learn the lessons. He has the ability to solve things, so there is no need to continue to waste time for such things that have already been resolved. energy.

He smiled, "So, you just stared at me just because of this?"

"Of course not." Jiang Moji retorted habitually.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, not knowing why the other person suddenly asked this, remembering that he had just stared at him for a long time, and was a little bit annoyed, but because of what he cared about now, he could only continue to say seriously, " Liao Sibo and I are responsible for today's events. There will be no next time. I assure you. "

"Good." Yan Qingchi's tone was simply.

Jiang Moming was a little confused, "Aren't you angry?"

"Of course being angry is angry, but I also taught him and he apologized to me. Once and again, things are over."

"You have a good attitude."

"Otherwise?" Yan Qingchi looked at him. "Don't you be angry all the time and ask you what's going on with your friends? Do you want me to do this?"

"I hope you are really not angry, not because you care about me, so you perfunctory me."

For some reason, Yan Qingchi heard a gentleness from this sentence.

He thought about it and asked, "So you really don't want to make me angry, do you want to make me happy?"

"Ok."

"That's better, you promise me one thing, I will completely forget it, and when I see your friends next time, I will see them for the first time."

"what's up?"

"Let me and chess go to the playground tomorrow." Yan Qingchi said cheerfully.

Jiang Mo stunned for a long time, but laughed, "That's it?"

"this one."

Jiang Moming looked at him, somehow, and felt a little bit wanting to laugh. He thought that Yan Qingchi would make a request related to himself or money, but he did not expect to accompany chess to the playground. He thought about it, and he never really seemed to have ever taken a chess game to a park, a playground or the like.

He hasn't adopted chess for a long time, and he is busy with his work. Most of the time, Zhang and his parents are bringing them together. He only watched TV with him and talked when he returned home occasionally, even because he didn't like to talk. Many times, he just looked at him, expressed his concern and left.

But now, Yan Qingchi, he proposed to take him to the playground.

Jiang Moming was a little ashamed, but he didn't know why he was happy.

He turned to look at Yan Qingchi, who was also watching him. In the quiet carriage, he sat quietly, under the not very bright lights, like a very charming picture, covered with a layer of hazy and secretive.

"You have a heart for chess," he whispered.

"Chess is still small, just a kid. We dads, of course, have to be more attentive."

"You're right," he said, "so I promise you."

"Then I thank you for Chess and Chess." Yan Qingchi smiled. "I will tell Chess the news tomorrow. No, so, shouldn't we have to go tomorrow?"

Jiang Mo heard the words, smiled slightly, and did not speak.

"The day after tomorrow, then, tell Chess tomorrow, Chess and Chess can also be happy for another day."

"How about you, are you happy for another day?" Jiang Moyan turned his head and asked him.

Yan Qingchi wanted to say that I am such a big person, how could I be happy for this kind of thing, but looking at his gentle questioning eyes, he swallowed the words to his mouth again.

"Well, I'm more happy for another day." He bent his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a smile on Jiang Moyan's face.

"Let's go." Jiang Moyan pushed open the door. "It's late, it's time to go home."