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On December 11th, Jiang Mozhi finally formally killed and ended the filming of "Lost". He was not in a hurry to visit Yan Qingchi's class first, but first went home to watch chess.

Qi Qi was surprised when he saw him. He rubbed his eyes and determined that he was still alive. He took off his shoes and did not have time to put his schoolbag. He ran towards him, hugged his waist, and raised his head to smile at him.

Jiang Mochan touched his head and bent down to hug him.

"do you miss me?"

"miss you."

"How do you think?"

Chess straightened his hands, and made a long distance for him, and said softly, "Think so."

Jiang Moxie was amused by him, kissed him, and was a little embarrassed, and quietly put his hand back again.

"What do you want to eat at night?" Jiang Moyan asked him.

Chess, thinking with a tilted head, didn't expect what he particularly wanted to eat, just truthfully said: "Everything you eat."

Jiang Mochen looked at Aunt Zhang not far away, "What's for dinner?"

"I didn't know that you came back and made a spare rib for the young master. He liked to eat sweet and sour short ribs a while ago."

"Then eat this and fry a few more dishes."

"Okay." Aunt Zhang answered and was busy preparing meals.

Jiang Moyu held the chess and went up the stairs.

Chess was in his arms, holding the buttons on his clothes and asking him, "Father, are you busy?"

"Busy. When I come back this time, I won't leave. I can stay at home with Chess."

"What about Dad? Isn't Dad busy yet?"

"Qiqi misses Dad?" Jiang Moyan asked him.

Chess Chee blinked, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. His voice was very light, with the softness unique to children. "Dad has to work, and adults have to work, so Dad has to work, just like chess. Chess is the same as going to school, but Chess and Chess will go home after school, and at home on weekends, but Dad is not. "

Jiang Mochen looked at him with a distress in his heart. When he is alone, he feels that his time at home is actually not too small. He is not a model worker. He only picks up one or two shows every year. The rest of the time, in addition to shooting magazines, advertising, attending events, and participating in awards ceremony Most of them are managing Nancheng or helping Jiang Xingyu to share some work. @Finity 好 文, all in

At that time, he felt that his time was sufficient, even if he adopted a child.

But when he really adopted chess, he discovered that adults and children are different. Children always need more time to accompany, to care, to watch him grow up step by step. Jiang Moxie had reflected on whether his decision was a bit too hasty, or whether he should not actually adopt chess. But soon, he overthrew his own thoughts-it is always better for him to be in an orphanage than for an orphanage. Little children should always have a home of their own.

Wait another two years, he thought. At that time, the current frontline artist of Nancheng will also establish a foothold in the circle, Yan Qingchi will also become a unique artist, and he can reduce appearances, like a normal work. Like the ethnic group, go to work in the morning and go home from work at night. That's it, you can accompany Chess.

"So Chess misses Daddy, does he?" He asked.

Chess held his button and nodded gently.

Jiang Mobi kissed him, and Qi Qi raised his eyes to look at him. Jiang Mo chuckled, "Well, shall we see him?"

Chess is very smart. As soon as he said this, Chess thought of the last time he went to see them with his aunt.

"Is it like my aunt and me last time?"

"Yes, there is no aunt this time. Father will accompany you."

"Okay."

Qiqi smiled and narrowed his eyes. "When are we going?"

Jiang Moji asked him, "When do you want to go?"

Chess and drums thought about the cheeks, "Can I do it after school tomorrow afternoon? This way I can stay with my father for a weekend and then come back to school."

Jiang Moji didn't expect that he was still thinking about going to school, could not help but smile, boasting: "Chess and chess is really a good student, remember to come back to school."

Qi Qi said here, it seemed very happy, could not help but move in his arms, "Father Father, we are going to perform a show on Christmas, do you come? I play a little deer."

"Fawn?"

"Huh," Chess nodded, counting his fingers with his finger, "fawn, Santa, Christmas tree, I play fawn."

"Who plays Santa?"

"Li Dongdong." Qi Qi gave him a child's name, "Because he is fat, he is more like Santa."

Jiang Moyi smiled slightly. "Okay, when my father has time, go and see."

"Do you have time?" Chess asked.

Jiang Moxu looked at the expectation in his eyes. He couldn't bear his sadness, so he nodded, "Yes, there is time."

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Chess became happy, went up and kissed him, and then shyly put his head on his shoulder, embarrassed to look at him.

Jiang Mosong thought he looked cute, so he touched his head and took him back into the room.

At night, Jiang Moyu held a chess game and made a video call to Yan Qingchi. Chess and chess were very happy to see him, and shouted with joy, "Daddy."

"Yeah, who do I think it is? It turns out to be my little baby ~" Yan Qingchi teased him.

Chess was so amused by his words that he bent his eyes and shouted sweetly, "Dad."

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Jiang Mo sneered at him, "You really can coax people and return your baby."

"Why, are you dissatisfied? Chess is my baby, isn't it chess?"

Chess is embarrassed, and reaches out to cover his face.

"You see, you all said that he was shy." Jiang Mo glanced at his son and looked at Yan Qingchi again. "I killed the youth and went home."

"I know, the crew has tweeted."

"Where are you? How many days are there?"

"It's early January, hey, it will be another twenty days before I can see my little baby."

Qiqi covered his face and opened his eyes and looked at him, and wanted to say no, we will see you tomorrow, but I thought Jiang Moxie told him that he could not tell Yan Qingchi to surprise him, so he didn't say anything, just smile Said, "It's okay, I'll wait for Dad to come back."

"Okay, then you'll be home with your father."

Chess nodded smartly.

Jiang Moyan asked him, "Are you cold over there? Recently, it has cooled down. Remember to wear more clothes."

"Okay," Yan Qingchi said, "Rest assured, I will pay attention."

"Are there a lot of dramas lately? Tired?"

"Not too tired. Idol drama shooting is much easier than recording a variety show."

"I think you are very happy to record variety shows, I thought you really like to record variety shows."

"That's because I record twice a month. If you let me record every day, I will definitely choose to make idols down to earth."

Jiang Mo sneered. He watched Yan Qingchi lean on the bedside and asked him, "Ready to sleep?"

"Well, there will be a play at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I just want to go to bed early tonight. It's already 10 o'clock. Why haven't you slept? How often did you sleep at 9?"

"I haven't waited for a video with you, so I didn't rush to sleep." Jiang Mozhi replied.

"Wow," Yan Qingchi said with emotion. "My baby is so sweet. It is indeed my father's padded jacket."

Jiang Motuo couldn't stand the way he talked, but chess was very useful. He looked at the screen of the phone and smiled silly. Jiang Motuo was speechless. "You can only coax Chess."

"Otherwise? Don't you want me to coax?" Yan Qingchi looked at him disgustedly, "Big baby? Big cotton coat?"

"I'm still in a trench coat! Shut up, you!" Jiang Mo was sullen and angry.

Yan Qingchi snorted, "You're so hard to coax, or my little baby is cute."

Qiqi listened to the two of them and asked him, "My father is a big baby, and I am a little baby. What is the dad? Medium baby?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, how can there be such a saying."

"what is that?"

"It's the baby's father."

Chess is a little dissatisfied with this statement, pouting for a long time, but did not think of other statements, tilted his head and looked at him, "That's baby."

Yan Qingchi has always been obedient to such children, so he whispered, "Well, father is a baby."

Chess was happy, counting with his finger, "Little baby, baby, big baby, like a small tree has grown into a big tree."

"Yes, when the chess and chess grow up, it will be the big treasure." Yan Qingchi coaxed him.

Chess was coaxed by him to bend his eyes to see him, and told him about his school, and also said that they were going to perform on Christmas.

"Wow, Chess is going to play a little deer, it must be cute." Yan Qingchi pretended to be surprised.

Chess asked him, "Will Dad come?"

"Dad may not be able to go. Will Chess send photos to Dad to see it? Dad cheers Chess."

"Good." Chess answered sweetly.

The family of three talked to you for more than half an hour. Chess and chess were a little sleepy. Jiang Mo remembered that Yan Qingchi was going to get up early tomorrow morning, he hung up a video call and let Yan Qingchi sleep early.

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"Of course you can." Jiang Moyan took a towel to dry the water drops on his body, put on his pajamas, and picked him up. Chess was really sleepy, and he fell asleep in his arms.

Jiang Moxu took him back to his bedroom, hugged him, and soon fell asleep.

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next day, he always felt his eyelids jumping from the morning. Wei Lan watched him keep blinking, with a weird look, "What are you doing? Why keep giving I wink? Why, finally tired of Jiang Moyu wanting to hook me up? Save it, I don't like this type of you. "

Yan Qingchi was speechless. "Your narcissistic nature is exactly like Jiang Mo. You are his wild brother who has been separated for many years."

"Kola down, shame my brother."

Yan Qingchi: "... you're almost in control late! You didn't save you!"

"The charter," Wei Lan turned to look at her agent, pointing at Yan Qingchi, "Someone here speaks badly of your boss."

Yan Qingchi: "..."

Articles of Association: "... Why are you participating in a fashion night?"

Wei Lan waved his hand, "No, it's interesting to get together in a group, I go home."

"What about the golden camel awards ceremony? Can you go?" The charter asked him.

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