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Chapter Forty:

Jiang Mochen watched him leave with satisfaction, and he lowered his head and smiled. He felt that Yan Qingchi was amazing, sometimes mature and rational, and sometimes innocent and cute. Like a big cat, with drooping eyelids, it looks casual, yet has its own territory and pride.

Yan Qingchi quickly took a shower and returned to the bed. Jiang Mochen also went to shower, then turned off the light and went into the bed.

Yan Qingchi was used to sleeping on his side, with his back facing him. Jiang Mochen looked at the back of his head, and suddenly found his conscience and put his hand on his waist, and said with rare diligence, "Are your back sore?"

Yan Qingchi was a little uncomfortable with his sudden hospitality, "What's the matter with you?"

"care about you."

"Nothing to be diligent about, either a traitor or a thief!"

"Sorry, I just finished the rape."

"What if you get lustful again?"

Jiang Mochen smiled, "Then I don't do anything at this time, I'm sorry for your high hopes for me!"

"Don't, don't." Yan Qingchi held him down, "Knead it."

Jiang Mochen rubbed him silently, criticizing education while rubbing, "Can't you just think of me?"

"Wait for next time, next time I will think of you very well, like a male god."

"It's almost there."

After Jiang Mochen finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore, and Yan Qingchi didn't speak any more. In the quiet night, the air was a little quiet for a while.

After a long time, Jiang Mochen asked, "Are you afraid today, at that time? Are you afraid that I will get hurt?"

Yan Qingchi did not answer.

Jiang Mochen called him.

Yan Qingchi looked back at him. In the darkness, both of them could not see each other clearly, but they could vaguely see each other's outline. Jiang Mochen heard Yan Qingchi ask him, "You ask me, do you want me to answer afraid? ?"

Jiang Mochen didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi didn't speak either.

The room fell silent for a while.

After a long time, Yan Qingchi turned his head and said, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Mochen gave a "um" and continued to rub his waist.

Yan Qingchi didn't let him stop, didn't say anything, and slowly closed his eyes.

Only Jiang Mochen looked at the back of his head, rubbed it gently, and asked himself, does he want Yan Qingchi to answer that he is afraid? If yes, why?

Jiang Mochen didn't go into it, and didn't dare to go into it. He could only ask himself in a shallow way, why did he ask Yan Qingchi this question, and if he asked, what answer did he hope to get?

The answer was almost ready to come out, but he pressed it down. He looked at Yan Qingchi, quietly and silently, and approached him from behind.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Yan Qingchi opened his eyes in a daze, and just as he was about to get up, he heard Jiang Mochen say, "You haven't played today, what are you doing up so early? There's no place for you to run in the morning. ."

Yan Qingchi heard the words and felt that what he said made some sense, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already 11 o'clock in the morning. When Yan Qingchi looked back, he saw Jiang Mochen was playing on his phone.

"Awake?" he asked.

Yan Qingchi said "um".

"Then I'll order breakfast." After Jiang Mochen finished speaking, he called the service number at the front desk.

Yan Qingchi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and started to wash.

After a while, the waiter brought the breakfast.

Yan Qingchi swiped Weibo while he was having breakfast, and saw that there was no marketing account to follow up on what happened yesterday, but only passionate comments from fans, so the popularity has subsided now, but he still gained a lot of fans , Although, most of these people are Jiang Mochen's small house.

Jiang Mochen saw the Weibo on his mobile phone interface and explained to him: "I don't really want to spread this matter, so I asked Wu Yuan to suppress the news, oh, Wu Yuan is my agent, and therefore, you Bo's popularity will end there. But if you use this to hype you too hot, it's not appropriate, then the hype will be too obvious, and my fans will probably change from thanking you to being sympathetic to you. I'm in a delicate mood."

"Don't worry, I don't understand this, so you can do what you think is appropriate."

Jiang Mochen nodded.

Yan Qingchi asked him again, "Why do some people call your fans a little lunatic, isn't it a small house?"

Jiang Mochen paused, "Do you know that there is another name besides nicknames and nicknames?"

"what?"

"Black name."

Yan Qingchi said "Ah?"

Jiang Mochen looked at him helplessly, "When you have fans in the future, your fans will have corresponding nicknames and black names, and when you become popular, you should also have black names."

"Do you have a black name?" Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Mochen was speechless, "This is not what you should know."

"I'm curious."

"If you have time to wonder about this, why not think about what your fans are called."

Yan Qingchi held his hands and thought for a while, "It has to do with your name, right?"

"Little Swallow?" Jiang Mochen asked him.

Almost instantly, Yan Qingchi remembered a female character who had been popular in the north and south of the country before he crossed, "No way."

"grass?"

"Is there any more?

? "

"A pond?"

Yan Qingchi, "...that's still grass."

"Or Qinglu? By the way, oatmeal, this one is fine."

Yan Qingchi thought for a while and felt ok. He took a bun and handed it to Jiang Mochen, "I'll reward you."

Jiang Mochen looked at the steamed buns on the plate and glanced at him helplessly.

At this time, his phone rang. Jiang Mochen picked it up and took a look. He saw a red dot on Yuan Mingxu's avatar on WeChat. Even if he didn't click it, he could see the text inside: I'm back, let's meet in the afternoon.

Jiang Mochen was stunned for a moment, then clicked to reply to him: No, I still have to film in the afternoon.

"What about tomorrow?" Yuan Mingxu replied in seconds.

"I've been busy with this drama recently."

"No matter how busy you are, you won't be able to find time, or... you don't want to see me?" Yuan Mingxu asked him, "You're married, so you can't even meet my friend?"

Jiang Mochen looked at this sentence and did not reply.

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you, then it's gone, I'll go home tomorrow."

Jiang Mochen just remembered that Yuan Mingxu was still in this city, and the reason why he chose this city to land was just because of himself.

He sighed unconsciously and replied, "Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, let's meet."

It's just a meeting, nothing will happen, Jiang Mochen thought, after all, before Yuan Mingxu left, before he married Yan Qingchi, they were still friends. Moreover, some things need to be clearly stated face to face.

Yan Qingchi saw that he finally put down the phone and asked him, "What's the matter? Are you in a hurry? You look heavy."

Jiang Mochen opened his mouth, and the words "Yuan Mingxu is back, I'll go see him" all came to his lips, and he swallowed it again. He didn't realize until now that he didn't tell Yan Qingchi that he and Yuan Mingxu were The matter of Yan Qingchi's relationship with Yuan Mingxu was only mentioned by Liao Sibo at the last party, so he didn't know whether Yan Qingchi knew that he once liked Yuan Mingxu. But he knew very well that he didn't want to mention Yuan Mingxu at this time, nor did he want to see Yan Qingchi's expression after he knew about Yuan Mingxu and him.

He didn't want to see that Yan Qingchi cared too much about this matter, but he also didn't want to see that Yan Qingchi didn't care about this matter at all. So, what kind of attitude does he want him to have? Jiang Mochen didn't know, just like he didn't know last night whether he wanted Yan Qingchi to be afraid or not.

"Going to see a friend," he said. "It's a bit of a hassle to adjust the time."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Do you need us to invite him to dinner?" He asked, "The last time Liao Sibo came to see you, it wasn't that he invited him to dinner."

"No need, Liao Sibo is visiting the class, he is not, I'll just go by myself."

"That's good." After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he continued to concentrate on eating breakfast.

Jiang Mochen looked at him and suddenly found that he seemed to keep advancing and retreating between a certain degree. He would joke with himself, he would get close, he would tease himself, but again, he would not ask any more words, which friend he was, or why.

All his closeness is only within the small circle of him and chess, and he doesn't ask or say much about anything outside the circle. Jiang Mochen suddenly felt that he didn't understand him a little, and whether he was in a good mood or not caring about him at all.

But he couldn't understand why he suddenly cared about his attitude. Jiang Mochen laughed at himself and didn't speak any more.

In the afternoon, Jiang Mochen and the director coordinated the time. The next day, after filming in the morning, he left directly.

Yuan Mingxu was sitting on the chair by the window, the sun shone into the private room, and cast a bright pomelo color on the table in front of him. He looked at the lemon slices in the glass and felt a little bored.

This is a shop owned by his friend. The decoration is very small and fresh, and it is very popular among girls. However, there is no one in the shop today, because of his arrival, and because of Jiang Mochen's upcoming arrival.

Yuan Mingxu never thought that he just went abroad for a trip, and when he came back, Jiang Mochen was already married to someone else. He was a little surprised, and even more reluctant to believe.

Of course he knew that Jiang Mochen liked him, he helped him so much, he even made it clear, but he liked Zhou Yixing for too long, so he chose to close his eyes and pretend to be invisible. But every time he was injured in Zhou Yixing's place, he would habitually go to Jiang Mochen for comfort. The three of them were like three single arrows in a straight line. He looked at Zhou Yixing and Jiang Mochen looked at him. He was used to this kind of relationship, but now, Jiang Mochen is married.

Yuan Mingxu thought he didn't care much. After all, he liked Zhou Yixing, but Jiang Mochen's estrangement made him gradually panic. Jiang Mochen no longer cared about him, no longer took the initiative to chat with him, and even refused because he was busy when he sent him WeChat and wanted to talk to him.

What is busy? It's the most perfunctory excuse. As long as you want, no matter how busy you are, you can have time, unless you simply don't want to.

He couldn't understand, he just got married, how could everything change. Even if Jiang Mochen's marriage partner knows what's going on between the two of them, even if the other party minds and doesn't want them to communicate, why not just send a WeChat chat for a day?

He was too accustomed to relying on Jiang Mochen, used to talk to him about his own affairs, and listen to him comfort him, but now, Jiang Mochen ended all this unilaterally, which made Yuan Mingxu feel terrified and uncomfortable. So he booked a plane ticket, he returned home early, and he wanted to know what was going on between them.

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