Jiang Mochen didn't expect Yan Qingchi to be so naive and pure. He found it strange. Given Yan Qingchi's intelligence and his personality of always keeping a secret, how could Li Xinran have deceived him to such an extent? How could he have been taken advantage of by Li Xinran? Was it really because Li Xinran was Yan Qingchi's first love? Was that why Yan Qingchi was willing to be so humble? Jiang Mochen felt that if that was really the case, he also wanted to beat Li Xinran up right now. What right did he have?! What was so good about this scumbag?!
Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen's cold expression and was a little confused. "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Mochen looked up at him. He felt sorry for him and was a little angry. In the end, he could only say, "The next time this scumbag calls you, just transfer it to me. I'll deal with it."
Yan Qingchi nodded. "But I don't think so. He now thinks that I offended some big shot and that someone is using him to deal with me. He's afraid that he'll become a sacrifice, so he wishes he had never met me."
"Ha, trash," Jiang Mochen scolded.
Yan Qingchi agreed wholeheartedly. "Yes, and the kind that can't be recycled."
After the two of them finished talking about Li Xinran and Yuan Mingxu, Yan Qingchi took a shower and prepared to go to bed. However, when he came out of the bathroom and asked Jiang Mochen to take a shower, he realized that Jiang Mochen was writing and drawing something.
"What are you doing?" He walked over and leaned over to look at Jiang Mochen.
When Jiang Mochen saw him coming out, he naturally handed him a pen. "Qi Qi asked me to draw with him. You know that I'm not good at drawing, so I said that when you came back, the three of us would draw together. He said to draw a swallow."
As Jiang Mochen spoke, he took out a piece of paper. "This was drawn by Qiqi. I was afraid that if I didn't draw it well, it would affect my father's image in his heart, so I found an excuse to divert his attention. I thought that when I saw you, you could help me cheat a little, okay?"
Yan Qingchi smiled and sat down on the sofa. He looked at Qi's swallow and then at Jiang Mochen's and said softly, "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought that this was drawn by Qi."
Jiang Mochen was helpless. "What can I do? I'm also in despair...."
"Student Jiang, do you need me to teach you one-on-one?" Yan Qingchi looked at him.
Jiang Mochen was very willing, but he said, "Teacher, you don't seem to have time."
"Wait until next month. I'll finish filming next month. I'll teach you properly."
"Teacher, you have to finish filming as soon as possible."
"Unfortunately, it's not up to you to decide."
Jiang Mochen sighed. "You can draw first. Draw as many movements and styles as you like. When I get back, I'll say that I drew it and show it to Qi Qi."
"Got it. Go take a shower."
Jiang Mochen stood up. Seeing Jiang Mochen staring at the drawing paper in front of him with a pen in his hand, his heart skipped a beat. He bent over and kissed Jiang Mochen on the cheek.
Yan Qingchi was a little surprised. He looked up at him reflexively. "What are you doing?"
Jiang Mochen pinched the spot he kissed and said gently, "You're knowledgeable."
Yan Qingchi was amused by these words. "Me? Knowledgeable? "
"Can't I be?"
Yan Qingchi sighed and shook his head. "I didn't expect to be called knowledgeable. It's not easy."
Jiang Mochen smiled. "Focus on your drawing."
He walked to the bathroom as he spoke.
The moment he closed the door, Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi, who was drawing with her head lowered. He heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since Yan Qingchi left on his birthday, he had been thinking about their rings. Jiang Mochen had a preliminary idea. After communicating with the designer, he got the designer's approval. The only problem was that he didn't know how to draw.
He didn't want anyone else to draw his and Yan Qingchi's rings. Therefore, he could only ask Yan Qingchi to help him complete it. However, Jiang Mochen gently closed the door. After all, this was a surprise that he had prepared for his proposal. He couldn't let Yan Qingchi know about it now.
As for proposing after getting married, who said that he couldn't propose after getting married?
He would make up for everything that he owed Yan Qingchi. Confession, proposal, wedding, and publicity. One day, he would make up for all of these. Their relationship was like a backward train. It was different from other people whose destination was marriage. They had already reached the destination, but they weren't in a hurry to get off. Instead, they slowly retreated along the train tracks, enjoying the scenery that they had missed along the way.
When Jiang Mochen came out of the shower, Yan Qingchi had already drawn several swallows for him. Some were simple, some were complicated, some were standing, and some were flying. "Is it okay?" he asked Jiang Mochen.
Jiang Mochen nodded. "Yes, it's pretty good."
"Then you should learn to draw. If you can't, you can give this to Qi Qi." Yan Qingchi stood up and stretched. "Oh, I'm tired. Let's go to sleep."
"Okay." Jiang Mochen carefully put away the painting and put it back into his bag.
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