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

Chapter twelve:

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next morning, she felt a sense of powerlessness. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Jiang Moyu still holding himself. The reason it was "returned" was because at the middle of last night, Jiang Moji suddenly turned over and hugged him directly. Yan Qingchi always had a light sleep. When he was so hugged, he almost broke away from the other party and unloaded him His arm, just a second before he started, his brain reacted in time, which didn't surprise "Ash! The husband and wife's wedding night, the husband's blood stained the marriage bed, this is the moral loss or the distortion of human nature.

He reached out to remove Jiang Mo's hand, but Jiang Mo's conditioned reflex held in his hand.

"Why?" Jiang Mo asked dimly.

"I should get up."

Jiang Moyi barely opened his eyes and took a look at his mobile phone. "It's only seven o'clock, what did you do so early?"

"Morning." Yan Qingchi patted his hand with the other hand and motioned for him to let go.

Jiang Mo let go, "Where do you run?"

Yan Qingchi turned over to get out of bed, "Go to the fitness room at home, I use your treadmill."

Jiang Moyi thought he was going out for a morning run, but it turned out to be in the room. "Why do you get up so early?"

"got used to."

He said, seeing Jiang Moyi looking up and down, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"I admire you. It seems that you really have no influence. You tossed to sleep at one or two last night. You can still get up on time at seven o'clock in the morning and go for a morning jog. It's really amazing. I really underestimate you Now. "

Yan Qingchi turned back, raised his lips, smiled perfunctoryly, and walked towards the bathroom.

He quickly finished washing, changed his sportswear, left the bedroom, and entered the gym on the second floor.

Yan Qingchi ran for more than 40 minutes, and felt the door was pushed open. He turned to look at it, and saw Chess at the door, only a small head was found to look inside.

He looked at his watch, stopped the treadmill, and walked towards the door.

Chess saw him coming, turned around, and affixed himself to the wall and hid.

Seeing this, Yan Qingchi deliberately walked out of the upper body when he came to the door. "Wow" he made both hands into the shape of a claw and "grabbed you."

Chess was amused by him, "giggled" with a smile, and took two steps back.

Yan Qingchi came out and touched his head, "Are you hungry?"

Chess nodded.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a shower first and cook for you in a while."

Chess continued to nod.

Yan Qingchi took him to the living room, let him sit on the sofa and watch TV, and went back to the bedroom to get a suit. He looked at Jiang Moyan's sleeping face, and didn't want to wake people up, so he left to take a shower in the guest room.

Aunt Zhang had something at home in the past two days, so she took time off temporarily, and they could only do many things at home.

Yan Qingchi looked at the refrigerator and asked Qiqi, "Drink porridge?"

Chess nodded.

"Hot more buns for you?"

"Um." Chess answered in a low voice. He nodded, moved off the sofa, and walked to Yan Qingchi's leg.

Yan Qingchi washed him with milk powder and handed him the milk bottle. "You drink this first, and then eat later."

Chess took it and lowered his head and started drinking milk.

Yan Qingchi took the ingredients and went into the kitchen.

Chess saw him go in, and he followed in with his short legs.

"Do you know what this is?" Yan Qingchi asked him while he was scouring rice.

"Meter."

"What about this?"

"meat."

"what about this?"

Chess is a little difficult, "What is this?"

"It's brown eggs."

"preserved egg?"

"Yes." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "for you to porridge."

Chess nodded like he did not understand.

Yan Qingchi, while boiled with preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, gave Qi Qi the frozen frozen buns at home.

"What does Chess like?" He asked.

Chess thought for a while, and returned, "Dousha."

"What flavor does Dad like?"

Chess bit his pacifier. "Meat."

Yan Qingchi smiled and picked three or two of the flavors and put them in the pot.

"Let's go, let's go out."

"Rice?" Chess aimed at the pot on the stove.

"It will be just a while, and at this time, we can still watch a cartoon."

Chess nodded cleverly, holding the bottle, and he returned to the sofa.

They watched the animation together for a few minutes, Yan Qingchi thought about it, got up and went to the kitchen to take a look, then turned off the fire, and said to the chess board, "Go and get up with father."

Chess opened his cat's eyes and asked hesitantly, "Me?"

"Yeah," Yan Qingchi patted his shoulder. "Chess little warrior, can it be a task?"

Chess bowed his head, and seemed a little scared.

Yan Qingchi touched his hair. "Don't be afraid, you rush forward, I will cover you in the back."

"What is assault? What is cover?" Chess asked him.

"Just call your dad. I'll go with you. I'll wait for you at the door. If there is anything, you will come to me."

Chess heard him say that, so he had a little bit of confidence, "Um."

Yan Qingchi reached out and hugged him, "Go, I'll take you."

Chess was held by him, and he felt a little happy, and unconsciously laughed again, reaching out and poking Yan Qingchi's shoulder.

Yan Qingchi put him in the doorway of his bedroom, opened the door and motioned to him, "Go."

Qi Qi looked back at him, Yan Qingchi made a cheering gesture, "Come on."

Chess pushed the door open and walked in slowly.

He still seemed a little scared. When he turned around in three steps, he saw Yan Qingchi cheer him outside the door. He clenched his fists and went on. He walked in front of Jiang Moyu and called out, "Dad."

Jiang Moji didn't hear it, and continued to fall asleep.

Qi Qi looked up at Yan Qingchi outside the door, then lowered his head to see Jiang Moyu, and raised his voice, "Daddy."

Jiang Moyu heard this time, and he opened his eyes vaguely, and saw that Qiqi was in front of his bed. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's time to eat." Qi Qi whispered, "Eat breakfast."

Jiang Mo grinned, and he reached out and squeezed Chess's face, "You did it?"

Chess shook his head, "Uncle Yan did."

Qi Qi said that it was natural to look up to see Yanqing Pond.

Jiang Moming followed his gaze and saw Yan Qingchi outside the door. Unlike the pajamas he saw before going to bed, he wore a casual white uniform.

"Do you still cook?" Jiang Moxie doubted.

"Not only will, but also very good." Yan Qingchi said without humility.

"Really? Then I look forward to it ~"

Yan Qingchi was disgusted by his "Oh" word and his tone of speech, and "啧啧" shook his head, and then saw Jiang Mo smirking.

He beckoned at the chess, "Come here."

Chess immediately ran towards him.

Yan Qingchi took his hand and looked at Jiang Moyu who sat up. "I took the chess first, and you wash it yourself." Then he turned and took the chess and left.