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Chapter Twelve:

When Yan Qingchi woke up the next morning, he felt a sense of powerlessness. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Jiang Mochen was still holding him. The reason why it was returned was because in the middle of the night last night, Jiang Mochen suddenly turned over and hugged him directly. Yan Qingchi always slept lightly, and being hugged like this, he almost broke away and unloaded him. His arm, just a second before he started, his brain reacted in time, which didn't make Shocked! On the wedding night of the husband and wife, the husband's blood stained the marriage bed, is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature The terrible title was born.

He reached out and wanted to take Jiang Mochen's hand away, but Jiang Mochen's conditioned reflex held it back.

Why? Jiang Mochen asked in a daze.

It's time for me to get up.

Jiang Mochen reluctantly opened his eyes, took out his phone and looked at it, It's only seven o'clock, what are you doing up so early?

Morning run. Yan Qingchi patted his hand with the other hand, motioning him to let go.

Jiang Mochen let go, Where are you going?

Yan Qingchi rolled over and got out of bed, Just go to the fitness room at home, I use your treadmill.

Jiang Mochen thought he was going out for a morning run, but he turned out to be in the house, Then why do you get up so early?

got used to.

After he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Mochen looking at himself up and down, Why do you look at me like that?

I admire you, it seems that you really have no influence at all. You didn't sleep until one or two o'clock last night. You can still get up at seven in the morning and go for a morning run full of energy. It's amazing, I really underestimate you. already.

Yan Qingchi turned around, raised the corner of his lips and smiled perfunctorily, then walked towards the bathroom.

He quickly finished washing up, changed into sports clothes, left the bedroom, and entered the fitness room on the second floor.

Yan Qingchi ran for about 40 minutes when he felt that the door was pushed open. He turned his head to look, and saw Qiqi standing at the door, only sticking out a small head to look in.

He looked at his watch, stopped the treadmill, and walked to the door.

When Qiqi saw him coming, he turned around, stuck himself on the wall, and hid.

Seeing this, Yan Qingchi deliberately stretched out his upper body when he walked to the door, and with a wow he made his hands into the shape of claws, I caught you.

Chess was amused by him, giggling, and took two steps back.

Yan Qingchi came out and touched his head, Are you hungry?

Chess nodded.

Wait a minute, I'll take a bath first and cook for you later.

Chess continued to nod.

Yan Qingchi took him to the living room, let him sit on the sofa and watch TV, and went back to the bedroom to get a set of clothes. He looked at Jiang Mochen's sleeping profile, and didn't want to wake anyone up, so he left and went to the guest room to take a shower.

Aunt Zhang has something to do at home in the past two days, so she took a leave of absence temporarily, and they can only do many things at home by themselves.

Yan Qingchi looked at the refrigerator and asked Qiqi, Do you want to drink porridge?

Chess nodded.

A few more buns for you?

Yeah. Qiqi replied in a low voice, he nodded, moved off the sofa, and walked to Yan Qingchi's leg.

Yan Qingchi filled him with milk powder and handed him the bottle, Drink this first, then eat later.

Chess took over, bowed his head and started drinking milk powder.

Yan Qingchi took the ingredients and entered the kitchen.

When Qiqi saw him go in, he also followed him with his short legs.

Do you know what this is? Yan Qingchi asked him while washing rice.

Meter.

What about this?

Meat.

what about this?

Chess was a little embarrassed, What is this?

It's a preserved egg.

preserved egg?

Yes. Yan Qingchi looked at him, It's for you to make porridge.

Chess nodded in understanding.

Yan Qingchi boiled preserved egg and lean meat porridge while heating up the frozen buns at home for Qiqi.

What flavor do you like in chess? he asked.

Qiqi thought about it and replied, Bean paste.

Then what flavor does Dad like?

Qiqi bit the pacifier, Meat.

Yan Qingchi smiled and picked three or two of several flavors and put them in the pot.

Come on, let's go out.

Rice? Qiqi glanced at the pot on the stove.

It'll be fine in a while. At this time, we can still watch a cartoon.

Qiqi nodded obediently, held the bottle, and returned to the sofa with him.

They watched the animation together for a few minutes, Yan Qingchi thought that it was almost done, got up and went to the kitchen to have a look, then turned off the fire, and said to chess and chess, Go and wake up Dad.

Qiqi opened his cat eyes and asked hesitantly, Me?

Yeah, Yan Qingchi patted him on the shoulder, Little Chess Warrior, can you complete the mission?

Qiqi lowered his head, as if a little scared.

Yan Qingchi touched his hair, Don't be afraid, you charge in front, and I'll cover you behind.

What is an assault? What is a cover? Qiqi asked him.

It's you who calls Dad, I'll accompany you, I'll wait for you at the door,

If something happens, you come to me.

Qiqi heard him say this, and this gave him some confidence, Well.

Yan Qingchi reached out and hugged him, Let's go, I'll carry you.

Chess was held by him, and he felt a little happy, but he laughed again unconsciously, and reached out and poked Yan Qingchi's shoulder.

Yan Qingchi put him at the door of his bedroom, opened the door, motioned to him, Go.

Qiqi looked back at him, and Yan Qingchi gave him a cheering gesture, Come on.

Qiqi pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

He still seemed to be a little scared. After three steps, he turned around and saw Yan Qingchi cheering him on outside the door. He clenched his small fists and continued to walk forward. He walked all the way to Jiang Mochen and called out, Dad.

Jiang Mochen didn't hear it and continued to fall asleep.

Qiqi raised his head and glanced at Yan Qingchi outside the door, then lowered his head to look at Jiang Mochen, and said loudly, Dad.

This time Jiang Mochen heard it, he opened his eyes dimly, and saw Qiqi in front of his bed, What's wrong? he asked.

It's time to eat. Qiqi whispered, Have breakfast.

Jiang Mochen smiled, he reached out and squeezed Qiqi's face, What did you do?

Chess shook his head, Uncle Yan made it.

After chess and chess was finished, he naturally raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi.

Jiang Mochen followed his gaze and saw Yan Qingchi standing outside the door. Unlike the pajamas he saw before going to bed, he was wearing a very casual white uniform.

You can still cook? Jiang Mochen was a little skeptical.

Not only can, but also do very well. Yan Qingchi said without modesty.

Really? Then I'm looking forward to it~

Yan Qingchi was so disgusted by his oh word and tone of voice, tsk tsk shook his head and saw Jiang Mochen laugh.

He waved at Qiqi, Come here at Qiqi.

Chess immediately ran to him.

Yan Qingchi took his hand and looked at Jiang Mochen who was sitting up, I'll take the chess and chess down first, and you wash up after yourself. After speaking, he turned around and pulled the chess and chess away.

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