Film Emperor's Death-Seeking Fiance

Part 95

 Jiang Mochen felt that he really couldn't think of Yan Qingchi's innocent and innocent appearance. He felt very strange. According to Yan Qingchi's cleverness and his individuality, how could Li Xinran fool him into that? How could he be with Li Xinran. 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 do a low-low. Jiang Mochen felt that if this was the case, then he now wants to beat Li Xinran violently. Why is it really! What is so good about this scumbag!

Yan Qingchi watched him suddenly look cold, a little confused, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Mochen looked up at him, and he felt a little painful and a little angry. In the end, he could only say, " This scumbag will beat you again next time." You can directly transfer the call to me and I will handle it."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "but it shouldn't. He now thinks I have offended a big man, so others use him to mess with me, fearing that he will become a victim. Never knew me."

"Oh, rubbish." Jiang Mochen scolded.

Yan Qingchi completely agreed, "Yes, it's the kind that is not recyclable." After the

two people finished talking about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingxu, Yan Qingchi took a bath and was ready to go to bed. Finally, he waited out of the bathroom for Jiang Mochen to wash. At that time, I discovered that Jiang Mochen was writing and painting.

"What are you doing?" He walked over and leaned over to look at Jiang Mochen.

Seeing him coming out, Jiang Mochen handed him the pen naturally, "Qiqi asked me to paint with him. You know I don't know how to paint, so when you come back, the three of us will paint together. He said that he would draw a swallow."

Jiang Mochen said as he took out a piece of drawing paper, "This is a chess drawing. I was afraid that the painting would not affect my image of my father in his heart, so I found an excuse to transfer. I lost his attention, thinking that when I see you, you can cheat for me, okay?"

Yan Qingchi smiled and sat down on the sofa. He looked at the swallows drawn by chess and then again. Looking at the painting by Jiang Mochen, he said softly: "If you don't tell me, I really should think that you are the chess painting."

Jiang Mochen himself had no choice, "What can I do, I am also desperate."

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

Jiang Mochen was very willing, but, "Teacher, you seem to have no time."

"Wait for next month, I will finish next month, and teach you well."

"Then teacher, you have to finish quickly."

"Unfortunately, this can't help. The teacher has the final say."

Jiang Mochen sighed, "You draw first, and draw a few more movements and styles as you like. After I go back, I will say that I drew it and show it to chess."

"I see. Go take a shower."

Jiang Mochen stood up and watched him staring at the drawing paper in front of him with a pen, his eyebrows focused, and he bent over and kissed him on the cheek with a heart move.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and reflexively raised her head to look at him, "What?"

Jiang Mochen squeezed at the place where he had just kissed, and said softly: "Know the book and know the truth."

Yan Qingchi was amused by these four words. "Me? Knowing the book is right?"

"Can't it?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head with emotion, "Unexpectedly, I would have been told that the book is right. It's not easy."