Yan Qingchi felt like his head was about to explode. Ever since the incident in Yuan Mingxu, Zhou Qiang, Jiang Mochen's concern for him had increased by eight times. He even assigned a chauffeur to him and told him to bring the chauffeur with him no matter where he went in the future. However, when Yan Qingchi saw the chauffeur's muscles, he knew that the chauffeur was not a chauffeur, but a bodyguard!
What could Yan Qingchi do? When Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen's careful wording, he wanted to change his words eight times before he said them. He could only nod and say, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'll be the chauffeur. As long as you're happy."
Then, he received a call from his mother, saying that she wanted to come and see him. Yan Qingchi naturally did not refuse. However, Yan Qingchi's mother did not just look at him. She took care of him for three whole days. While telling him that eating these was good for the baby, she also told him not to touch these things, to sleep more, and not to surf the Internet. After saying that, she cut off the Internet for Yan Qingchi.
Yan Qingchi thought, "… Even pregnant girls are not as delicate as me, right?"
As soon as Yan Qingchi's mother left, Jiang Mochen's mother heard the news and rushed over. She even said with conviction, "Xiao Chi, we're all mothers. You can't just let your mother go and not let me go. Otherwise, your family will think that our family doesn't value you."
Yan Qingchi said in his heart, "No, our family thinks that your family is very good." However, he only said that in his heart. He still had to smile and ask her, "Mom, when are you coming?"
Jiang Mochen's mother hung up the phone and came over. While asking about his recent situation, she asked the chauffeur to carry a lot of supplements that were given by others and bought by herself into the house for Yan Qingchi.
After the chauffeur finished moving, Yan Qingchi looked at the bird's nest, abalone, and ginseng in front of him and had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Mochen's mother's words confirmed his thoughts. "Xiao Chi, this bird's nest was given to me by others. It's very nutritious and good for the baby. Eat more."
Yan Qingchi nodded.
"I heard from my friend that his son's wife ate abalone during the early stages of her pregnancy. The baby was smart and cute, so I bought some for you. But you can't eat too much of it. Eat according to the list I'll give you later."
Yan Qingchi continued to nod.
"Ginseng is also a good thing. My friend is a doctor. He said that if a pregnant woman eats ginseng in the early stages of pregnancy, it can improve her immune system and prevent her from catching a cold. The weather has been so dry recently. It's not raining or snowing. If you catch a cold, you can't take medicine. It's better to eat ginseng in advance to prevent it."
Yan Qingchi thought to himself, "I think I have a good physique, so I won't catch a cold so easily." However, he could only nod mechanically.
Just like that, Mother Jiang introduced the other things that she had brought. After listening for a while, Yan Qingchi felt that Mother Jiang should be quite popular. She had quite a lot of friends, and each of them recommended something to her. He had been clearly arranged for this month.
That night, when Jiang Mochen returned home, he saw his mother making soup and cooking. His wife was listening to music in the bedroom and resting with her eyes closed.
Jiang Mochen was a little surprised. When his mother was young, she was busy with her career. She thought that women in the new era should not be restrained by the stove, so she basically did not cook. Later on, when his sister took over the company, his mother felt that at her age, she needed to take care of her face and hands. In addition, there was a maid at home who specialized in cooking, so she did not cook.
At this moment, she was actually cooking for Yan Qingchi in their house. Jiang Mochen felt that this was really amazing.
"I haven't seen my mother cook for many years. This time, I'm really basking in your glory." Jiang Mochen sighed deeply as he listened to the melodious piano music. "By the way, why are you listening to the piano music?"
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him. His expression was calm, and his tone was helpless. "Mom said that this is called prenatal education. It's to cultivate the child's love for music in advance and stimulate his musical potential."
Jiang Mochen was amused by his helpless but resigned look. He lifted the quilt and sat down. He reached out and hugged his waist. He asked him, "Can you play the piano?"
"Yes." Yan Qingchi nodded.
His adoptive mother liked to play the piano very much. For this reason, there was a piano room at home. However, although she liked it, she did not play very well. Every time she lamented this, the young Yan Qingchi would refute, "No, Mom plays very well."
She smiled gently at Yan Qingchi and rubbed his head. She smiled and said, "As long as Xiao Chi likes it."
Yan Qingchi wanted to be close to her, so he asked her to teach him the piano. He was talented and smart. After a few years of learning, he surpassed her and played much better than his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was very happy because of this. She felt that her son had done what she could not do. It could be said that she had fulfilled one of her wishes.
But now, all of this was in the past.
Yan Qingchi did not stay in his memories for long. He had always been a rational and forward-looking person. Those days of the past were gone. No matter how much he missed them, they could not be returned. Therefore, instead of being sad in his memories, it was better to cherish the present. After all, he was very happy now.
Jiang Mochen was a little frustrated that he seemed to know everything. He refused to admit defeat and said, "I know how to play too."
"Then you should be better than me. I'm just playing casually."
Jiang Mochen looked at him. "So, what can't you do?"
"Doesn't the whole country know this?"
"What?"
"Singing." Yan Qingchi was helpless. "Ever since I participated in 'Let's Fight! Friends! ' This attribute of mine has been completely exposed, hasn't it? "
Jiang Mochen almost forgot about his magical rhythm. When he said this, he remembered the time when they sang a love song duet. He actually thought that Yan Qingchi's inability to sing was a little cute. After all, he was already good at singing. This little shortcoming made him seem more real.
Jiang Mochen teased him. "Say, what if the baby inherits this characteristic of yours? What will you do?"
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