Chapter 104：

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Chapter 104:

A little girl with a pair of horsetails and a red cape saw it and came over. She didn't like playing snowballs. She wanted to make a snowman with others, so she stepped forward and asked, "Are you making a snowman?"

Yan Qingchi nodded.

The little girl asked timidly, "Can I play with you?"

Yan Qingchi looked at Chess, and he reluctantly pouted.

Yan Qingchi smiled and said to the little girl, "No, we two are going to make a snowman by our own efforts, thank you for your help, but we have to do our own things, so let's make it ourselves, you really A kind little girl. "

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The little girl pursed her lips and smiled softly, "then call me if you need help, and I'll go and make one myself."

"Okay."

Seeing her go, Yan Qingchi looked back at Chess and gave him a wink.

Chess pouts his mouth and embarrassedly said, "Dad, isn't it good for me?"

With his little hands in gloves, he patted on the good snowball, lowered his head, and blame himself.

Yan Qingchi whispered softly: "No, everyone has their own careful thinking. It is normal for Chess and Chess to not want her to play with us.

Chess and Che heard him say this, so he felt relieved and explained: "Chess and Chess haven't made a snowman with Dad, so I want to make it with Dad, not everyone else. When next time, Chess and Chess can be with the children Together. "

Yan Qingchi said "um", "Daddy didn't make any chess with Chess and Chess, so Dad also wanted to make Chess with Chess and make a snowman belonging to the two of us."

Chess smiled, bending his eyes, didn't speak, and continued to build a snowman.

After a lot of effort, the two finally made the snowman. Yan Qingchi left Chess and Chess on the other side, took a selfie with Chess and Snowman, and took a few separate photos of the Snowman. Then he took the phone and wondered if he would never go back. When I was in a hurry, I took Chess home.

Chess is still a bit reluctant to snowman and asks him, "Can't you take it home?"

"No, the snowman is going to be brought home."

Qi Qi looked at the snowman behind him in three steps, and reluctantly asked him, "Can I watch it in a moment?"

"Okay, we'll come down later."

"Um." Chess chanted.

Jiang Mozhi saw through the window upstairs that the two of them had played enough, and finally prepared to return to the house. Then he was relieved and went to the kitchen to continue to learn to cook. It's really worrying, he thought, only one was used to worry about, now it's okay, to worry about two, ah no, it's three, it's really a sweet burden.

The meal that night was made by Jiang Moji. The meal was very simple. Preserved egg and lean meat porridge plus swallow buns for Yan Qingchi.

In the kitchen, Jiang Mozhi called Yanqing Pond to try the taste, and said with guilty conscience, "This is the first time I cook, so it is relatively easy to make, and the taste is average. You can take care of it."

Yan Qingchi looked at him and scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon. "I'll try it first."

Jiang Mosong was a little nervous for a moment, always staring at Yan Qingchi, "still ... OK?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him with a tense expression and shook his head with emotion. "Well, remember that when I first came to this house, Aunt Zhang was cooking, you said you wouldn't cook, I was there then Think, you really are the habit of a young master. I didn't expect that one day, still in this room, I ate your meal. "Yan Qingchi snorted," It is really expensive for my father. " He teased.

Jiang Mo heard the words, but the color gradually changed. He looked at Yan Qingchi and asked a little puzzled, "You think, I am a child, so I just learned to do these now? Is it good for you?"

Yan Qingchi didn't expect that he would ask like this, and some shouted "ah".

Jiang Mochi reviewed the relationship between them. Indeed, Zhang Ai was cooking before, and Yan Qingchi occasionally cooked a few dishes to give them a different taste. However, I have never been to the kitchen, and I have not even revealed the meaning in this regard.

He started to cook, and even wanted to learn to cook. After he became pregnant in Yanqing Lake, he had a child, and his body was inconvenient. They did not plan to keep Aunt Zhang to stay at home, so he proposed to cook himself. But this was not because of the children in Yan Qingchi's stomach, but because he felt bad for him.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, and said positively, "Qingchi, I think you have misunderstood something."

"Ah?" Yan Qingchi wondered.

"I didn't think you were pregnant. You have a child, and you want to learn to cook for your child. Of course, the trigger point is after you get pregnant, but in the final analysis, it's just because you are pregnant. Although this sentence is a bit shameful, but since I was an adult, there have been many people who want to have a child for me. If I want a child, then even if I like a boy, I now have my own Have a child. "

Yan Qingchi did not expect that his ridicule would lead to such a serious explanation by Jiang Mozhi, and quickly said, "I didn't mean that."

"I know, but I want to make it clear. The reason why I'm nervous about you now, and learn to take care of you, is not because I care about the child in your stomach,-of course, I still care about this child, but more I'm afraid you are uncomfortable during pregnancy, so I want to make you as comfortable as possible. If one day something happens between you and your child, you can only choose one between the two, I will choose you without hesitation, you understand ?"

Yan Qingchi listened to him more and more serious, and at the moment he regretted that he shouldn't say that much. He approached Jiang Moyu and stretched his arms, "Well, I know, I'm just kidding you. I thought you explained it to me so seriously. Let's skip this topic. I think the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is very delicious. You have a great talent for cooking. "

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, "You like it."

"Then I'll call Chess, you take the meal out, let's eat."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchi listened to him, turned around and went out of the kitchen to call Chess. Jiang Moyan turned his head and glanced at his back, and slowly took the chess and his bowl out of the cupboard.

The speaker was unintentional and the listener intentionally, Jiang Mozhi did not expect that there was such a word in Yan Qingchi's heart. He stopped his movements for a while, but only felt that the time when the child came was a little inappropriate. ——He has sent the final draft of the ring to the designer and asked him to contact the production department to make it as soon as possible. Jiang Mozhi was planning to rush on Valentine's Day, or a little later, to use this ring to propose to Yan Qingchi in April or May, but now it seems that even if he got the ring, it is not suitable for proposal.

When he had no children, he asked Yan Qingchi to marry him. He could tell Yan Qingchi generously and tell everyone that he liked him because he liked him, so he just wanted him to be with him forever. . But once he has a child, everything changes. Even if he can still tell Yan Qingchi generously and tell everyone, he just likes Yan Qingchi simply, but other people, even Yan Qingchi himself, will Do you believe it?

Do you feel that you are only looking for children?

Jiang Moji didn't like this assumption, but Yan Qingchi's joke today made him worry.

Their feelings should have nothing to do with the child, just because they like it, but now they have mixed the child's factors. This gave Jiang Moyu some headaches, and he even wanted to move the proposal backward. What he likes is Yan Qingchi who is the body of Yan Qingchi, not Yan Qingchi who is pregnant with his child. If he proposes now, Yan Qingchi or others will have a misunderstanding of his like, then he can wait until Yan Qingchi gave birth to the child and re-existed only as Yan Qingchi. At that time, he proposed to him again.

Jiang Mozhi made this decision almost instantaneously, and that's fine, he thought, if he really only cares about the children, then Yan Qingchi, who had children, should be worthless, let alone propose, and he should even not He didn't ask and ignored. Jun did not see many actresses who tried to use their children to marry into the wealthy family. After giving birth, they all went to stay with their mothers. The children grew up in the wealthy family. The mother had no identity for life, but was sent a check after birth.

If he really proposes marriage after having a baby in Yanqing Pool, then at that time, whether it is Yan Qing Pool or other people, it should be clear who he cares about. Jiang Moji thought of it a little bit better, but unfortunately, he thought, unfortunately, Yan Qingchi had to wait for a while.

He thought of it with some regret.

Jiang Mochi cooked the porridge, took it out, and put the hot buns in a dish and carried them out.

Chess was already seated at the dining table. Yan Qingchi saw that there was no dipping juice on the table, so he went into the kitchen and adjusted three bowls of dipping juice and took it out.

"Let's eat." He looked at the simple food on the table, stretched out his chopsticks and clamped a bun, but instead of putting it in the plate in front of Qiqi, he put it in Jiang Moji's plate, "Thank you chef today The chef has worked hard, please continue to work hard in the future. "

Jiang Mo grinned, and Wen said, "Okay."

At night, it was still snowing in the sky, and Qiqi finally glanced at his own snowman. After seeing it covered with white snow, he looked "fat" a lot, giggled for a while, and stretched his fingers to Yan Qing. Chi looked, "Dad, look, it's getting fat."

Yan Qingchi thought his statement was very interesting, so he answered with a smile, "Yeah, maybe Little Snowman has eaten too."

Qiqi turned to look at him, "But Qiqi also eats, so Qiqi is not fat."

"So Chess is very good." Yan Qingchi coaxed him, "Okay, Chess and Little Snowman say goodbye, it's time to sleep."

Chess then waved at the little snowman, left reluctantly, and went back to the room to sleep.

Yan Qingchi watched him close his eyes, turned off the lights, and returned to his bedroom. He looked at the heavy snow outside the window, thinking that this afternoon, he and Qiqi went out to play in the snow, but left Jiang Moyu alone in the room, plus a sentence that he laughed in the kitchen after a while, Feeling sorry for him.

He turned around and asked Xiang Momo, "Do you want to go out and see Xue?"

"Did you not go out in the afternoon?"

"That was chess, not against you."

Jiang Mo heard the words and smiled, "Why, want to watch snow with me?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him, "No?"

"Then you won't let me go in the afternoon."

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"That's what I know. If you go out to play with me, you must be in charge of everything, and you're afraid of falling and I'm freezing."

"So you think, if I go out with you now, wouldn't I care about this?"

"Of course not," Yan Qingchi approached him. "It's just that I'm willing to let you be in control." He looked at Jiang Moyu, "So, do you want to go out with me to see the snow?"

His tone was gentle and his eyes were full of warm light. Jiang Moji looked at it and nodded in principle. "Well."

As Yan Qingchi thought, Jiang Moyan was really afraid of him falling and fear of freezing. There were no shortage of down jackets, scarves and hats. Yan Qingchi was helpless. "I am now an oversized chess game."

"Then you don't have any chess to listen to me." Jiang Mo cried.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "But I know you better than chess."

Jiang Mo heard the words, but smiled, "Let's go out."

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The snow in the sky is still falling, Yan Qingchi looked, turned to Jiang Moao, "Is it romantic?"

"To be honest, I haven't understood very well, what's romantic in snowy days." Jiang Mo cried.

Yan Qingchi thought about it, "It's not romantic in snowy days, who is romantic with you?"

Jiang Mo's look at him, "It's really romantic."

"Do you want to play snowball?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Moxi smiled lightly, "How old am I."

"But I want to play."

Yan Qingchi said that he had thrown a snowball at him, and Jiang Moyu was just about to talk to him, so he saw another snowball approaching him. Jiang Moyu saw this. There was no way but to accompany him to play.

The two played for a while before Yan Qingchi finally gave up. Jiang Mo walked over and touched his gloves. Sure enough, it was all wet.

"Is your hand cold?" He said, and took off the gloves on Yan Qingchi's hand. "My mother said, you can't get cold during this time, and you should keep your hands and feet warm."

Jiang Mozhang said, he pulled down his down jacket, put his hand in it, put it on his sweater, and carefully covered it.

Yan Qingchi looked at him, slowly warming in his heart.

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Seeing him not talking, Jiang Mo thought he felt too nervous again, and said, "What you said, you are willing to let me manage it now."

Yan Qingchi was a little sad for a moment. He earned his own hands. Jiang Moji felt his movements and loosened his hands that had been holding his wrists. Then Yan Qingchi wrapped his waist around his chin against his Shoulder, hugged him.

Jiang Moming was a little surprised and reached out and hugged him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I apologize to you," Yan Qingchi said. "Whether it doesn't let you come down with us this afternoon or the joke in the kitchen."

He looked up to Jiang Moyan, "I know that you are all for my good, and I know that everything you do is because you care about me. Although it is a bit difficult for me to adapt, I will try to adapt. I do n’t I will know again that you are worried that you will not be followed, I promise. "

Jiang Mozhi thought what was wrong with him, but did not expect that it was just because of the afternoon. "It's okay, I didn't blame you. I did have some nervousness recently. I know you don't need to care."

"Then let's take a step. Don't let me do anything. Treat me as a sick person. I listen to you. If you are really worried, I won't do it."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchi hugged him, and it was a pity. "In the afternoon, it was actually very lively. There were many children. Chess and chess made a snowman with me. Unfortunately, I didn't let you down."

Jiang Mo leaned closer to him, with his forehead pressed against his forehead. "But, I like the two of us together more than being lively. A group of people playing in the snow is lively and fun; two people walk in the snow and talk. And snowball fights, this is romance. I like romance. "

Yan Qingchi thought he was really gentle, he raised his head slightly, and kissed Jiang Moyu.

Jiang Moyi hugged him and kissed him carefully. The snowflakes in the sky were still falling lightly, falling on the green holly, on the dry branches, on the white bench, and on the snowman on the chessboard. , Also fell on them both.

Jiang Mohe hugged the person in his arms and laughed lightly. After kissing, he kissed Yan Qingchi's ear and whispered softly, "Now, I also feel very romantic on snowy days."

Yan Qingchi thought the snow would be all night, but it didn't. The snow stopped before 0:00. In the morning of the next day, the sun was high in the air, emitting its own light and heat.

Chess got up in the morning and saw that the snowman he had melted, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. He looked at Yanqing Po poorly. Yan Qingchi touched his head. "The sun is out and there is no snow, so there is no snowman."

Chess whistled, "Can't the sun come out later?"

"No, the sky won't turn on until the sun comes out, and the sky won't turn on. Everyone can't do a lot of things."

Chess heard that, but still a little sad.

Yan Qingchi comforted him, "Did we not take a picture of Little Snowman yesterday? Then, shall we draw it out according to the picture?"

Chess heard him say this, and then he became happy, "Well, we draw."

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair, only to feel that the children's emotions really came and went quickly, and it was also very coquettish.

As a result, Yan Qingchi called Jiang Moyu, and started a traditional family of three painting time with Qiqi.

However, as it is said that some people are happy and some are worried, compared with the warm and happy side of Yan Qingchi, Yuan Mingzhen has not had a good year.

He looked at the man hugging him in front of him, listening to the noisy and chaotic sounds in the bar, and his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, and it became cold with a layer of fine slag, and the rough appearance was ground Breaking the soft inside made him feel painful but ironic. How could he really give him hope? How could he really feel that he fell in love with himself! Yuan Mingzhang thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh. He didn't speak, and turned away.

Only the shocked Zhou Yixing was left. After he left, he chased out like a dream at first, and shouted at him, "Xiao," while anxious, "You listen to me explain!"