Film Emperor's Death-Seeking Fiance

Part 22: Say Wrong, would you not like me?

The next morning, at the dinner table, Chess heard about going to the playground, and he was really happy.

He held the spoon, a pair of cat eyes widened, and his tone raised, "Really? Shall we go together? Are both Dad and Uncle Yan going?"

"Yes, go together." Yan Qingchi touched. Touch his head.

Chess laughed happily, his brows curled.

"However," Jiang Mochen looked at the chess, "I didn't pay attention before, Chess you can't call Uncle Yan in the future." Chess didn't understand, blinked, and asked, "Why?"

"Because Uncle Yan and I Married, so he is your father too." Jiang Mochen said warmly.

Qiqi turned his head to look at Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi smiled, and Qiqi thought for a while, "Then I have two dads?"

"Yes."

"But if they are called Dads, it will be easy to be confused. Right." Jiang Mochen said again.

"You can add a surname," Yan Qingchi suggested to him, "Call you Papa Jiang, call me Papa Yan."

"How can a child call a parent like that." Jiang Mochen disagreed, he thought about it, "You will call me later Father, call Dad Yan Qingchi, so we can be separated."

"Father is a bit too serious, right? Or let him call him father and father?"

" Father Yan is kind, although we are both. Men, but in the process of raising children in the future, one must be strict and gentle. Compared to me, you are obviously more suitable for the gentle one, so be serious. This kind of role assignment always makes sense."

Yan Qing Seeing his insistence, QingChi did not refute. He lowered his head to watch Chess. He saw that Chess was looking at them curiously. "From then on, you will call me Dad and his father."

Chess nodded, behaved. "Yeah, Dad."

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, "Really good."

After eating, Yan Qingchi took out the book he bought yesterday and started teaching chess to recognize characters. Chess is very clever. He only needs to teach many characters once or twice. Yan Qingchi thought for a while and said to him, "Chess, let's play a game."

Hearing the words of Chess, immediately put down the pencil, and asked him with some delight, "What game?"

Jiang Mochen just passed by and quietly opened After the door, Yan Qingchi and Qiqi said, "Let's play a game that you ask and I answer. Each of us has two cards in hand, one for likes and one for dislikes, and then I Say something, let's light up the cards together to see if we have duplicated it."

After Chess, his joy fell as soon as he finished speaking. He has always resisted expressing his preferences, for fear that he is different from others. Let the other person dislike him. He lowered his head, squeezed his fingers, and said nothing.

"Don't want to play?"

Chess looked up at him, "Shall we play checkers?"

Yan Qingchi watched him carefully saying this, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He had already talked to his agent about the agreement a few days ago. Although Li Jiang was a bit regretful, he agreed to his future. When Li Jiang returned from abroad in a few days, he would officially terminate the contract with Xingyue and sign a contract with South China. Orange. At that time, he might be the same as Jiang Mochen, who didn't have much time to stay at home, and there was no way to accompany and guide chess.

In September, not only will he take on a new job, but Chess will also go to school. It's okay if he doesn't speak and likes to be silent, but if he still doesn't express his emotions, anger, likes and dislikes, Yan Qingchi is worried, he May be bullied by other children.

This is not what he wants to see.

He thought for a while, took the eraser on the table, held it in his hand, and stretched out his hands in front of Chess, "Guess, which hand has the rubber in my hand?"

Chess raised his head and looked at him. His two hands, then reached out and touched his right hand.

Yan Qingchi stretched out her hands, there was nothing, "Guessed wrong~"

After speaking, he opened his left hand and said, "Here."

Chess reached out and took off the rubber, took a closer look, then looked up at him, his eyes filled with doubts, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly played this with him.

Yan Qingchi did not answer him directly, but asked him, "Do you know why you guessed wrong?"

Qiqi shook his head.

"Because you are not me, you don't know what I'm thinking. If you guess, you will always guess wrong."

"I don't understand."

"You can understand that even if I am older than you, your father. No, your father is also older than you. We are all grown-ups, but we don't know your thoughts every time." He poked the heart of Poke Chess, "So sometimes, we need yours. Help."

"Help?"

"Yes." Yan Qingchi smiled, "You tell us what you want, what you want to do, we will know, and we can do it together."

Qiqi listened Every word in his mouth looked at him quietly without speaking.

"Don't you want to help us?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

"No." He whispered.

"I knew that Chess is so smart and cute. He must be the kindest little angel. He will definitely help us."

Qiqi pursed his lips. He seemed to want to say something, but he still didn't say it.

Yan Qingchi took him into his arms and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Chess looked at him, his eyes were crystal clear, but a little foggy.

"What do you want to say?" Yan Qingchi asked him gently.

Qiqi blinked, there were waves in his eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi closed his eyes, "Let's do this, you quietly leaned into my ear and whispered, quietly telling me, so that no one else would know."

He closed his eyes and waited for a while before he finally felt a faint air current slowly hitting his auricle. The voice was very immature, with anxiety and timidity. The voice was suppressed very weakly. He asked, "Say Wrong, would you not like me?"