Yan Qingchi woke up very early the next morning. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 7: 30. The biological clock that he developed before he came to this world was still running regularly. He turned his head and saw that Jiang Mochen was still asleep, so he didn't hurry to get up. He picked up his phone and browsed Weibo for a while.
Last night, Jiang Mochen's agent had helped him post a unified thank you on Weibo. Yan Qingchi was the only person who had been reposted by Jiang Mochen alone. Naturally, the forum was discussing why Jiang Mochen had reposted Yan Qingchi's Weibo alone. However, the post was quickly taken over by fans with only one explanation — because Yan Qingchi was the first person to send his blessings.
Although this explanation was a bit forced, because the crowd didn't have a better explanation, it was accepted. Of course, except for the Cheng Cheng couple fans.
The City-based CP fans once again screamed and sighed with emotion in the group that this was love! So you were the first person to send your blessings, but I only reposted it to you. Just like how I was the first person to receive your wooden plaque, but you only gave me such gentleness. It was all because of love!
Yan Qingchi felt that they were quite close to the truth, although the evidence they gave was not enough.
He was browsing Weibo when Jiang Mochen woke up. He reached out and hugged him. "Good morning."
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him. "Have we not said good morning for a long time?"
"Because we have been separated for too long." Jiang Mochen was a little helpless. "This is the normal state of actors."
"It's okay. We still have a long time anyway."
That's true. Jiang Mochen thought that they still had the next half of their lives to be together.
"What time is your flight?" he asked.
"12: 45. Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you."
Yan Qingchi got out of bed and washed up. Then he looked in his backpack and found a delicate box.
"Here you are." He reached out and handed it to him.
Jiang Mochen reached out to take the box. As soon as his fingers touched the box, his eyes unconsciously fell on Yan Qingchi's ring finger. His ring finger was very beautiful. It was white and slender with delicate skin. Such a finger was very suitable for wearing a ring. However, his finger was bare without any ornaments.
Jiang Mochen suddenly remembered that he had realized this problem a long time ago. At that time, Yan Qingchi was playing with Qi Qi. He looked at Yan Qingchi and thought that even if they did not hold a wedding ceremony, they should buy a pair of rings since they had gotten their marriage certificate. However, due to the busy filming later on, he forgot about this matter. Therefore, until now, Yan Qingchi still had nothing in his hands.
Jiang Mochen took Yan Qingchi's gift and thought that Yan Qingchi was really the most casual person he had ever met. They had been married for so long, but he did not mention it, so he did not want it. It was as if he did not care about it at all. As Jiang Mochen thought about this, he suddenly felt that perhaps it was not as if, but that he really did not care about it. So, was Yan Qingchi really so considerate and good to him purely because they were married and were his partner?
Jiang Mochen thought about what Yan Qingchi had said last night. He had thought that Yan Qingchi was just bickering with him on purpose. Could it really be that he was imagining things?
Yan Qingchi saw that he had taken the gift and his expression became serious. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong? You don't like it? "
Jiang Mochen looked at him and felt that this person in front of him was really unpredictable. If you said that he liked you, that seemed to be the case. If you said that he did not like you, that seemed to be the case. If you said that he did not like you, that seemed to be the case. However, when you asked him, he would only say that you were imagining things.
Jiang Mochen was really worried. Last night, he thought that Yan Qingchi was the best version of love. Now, he felt that compared to the best version, Yan Qingchi was the most unpredictable version of love.
Yan Qingchi certainly did not know that Jiang Mochen, a novice in love, was in a dilemma at this time. If he knew, he would probably only sigh and think that such an obvious thing was really the psychology of a person who was in love. However, he did not know that at this time, so he thought that Jiang Mochen did not like his gift. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then I'll give you another one? What do you want? "
Only then did Jiang Mochen pull himself out of his wild thoughts. He hurriedly said, "No, it's just that I'm a little worried that you'll probably leave after giving me the gift. Naturally, I'll like whatever you give me."
As he spoke, he opened the gift box in front of Yan Qingchi. Inside the box was a very stylish and simple watch.
Yan Qingchi explained, "I don't know what you like, so I bought this watch. It can be used as a decoration. It's more practical."
"I thought that you bought me a watch so that I can think of you every time I look at the time."
Yan Qingchi smiled. "That's fine too."
Jiang Mochen looked at him and smiled. He felt that he should still like him. Otherwise, he would not say that.
At this moment, he was like a young boy who had just fallen in love. He could interpret the other party's casual words in eight different ways and feel that each of them was reasonable.
Yan Qingchi reached out and put the watch on his wrist. "Wear it first. You can take it off when you're filming."
Jiang Mochen looked at his well-defined fingers and thought of the pair of rings. He suddenly felt that maybe all of this was fate. That was why he did not go to the mall to casually pick a pair of rings that he liked because he did not have time when he first realized it. — — When he was young, he had thought that if one day he fell in love with someone and married her, he would seriously communicate with the designer and personally design a pair of rings for himself and his lover.
In a person's life, marriage was only once. He hoped to give his marriage the best and the most unique one. He had the ability and was willing to do so. And now, Jiang Mochen felt that it was time.
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen had breakfast together, and then Jiang Mochen drove him to the airport.
Jiang Mochen was a little reluctant to part with him. He leaned over and hugged him. "Have a good film. Have a good rest. Don't be too tired. I'll visit you after filming."
"Okay." Yan Qingchi agreed.
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