Chapter 122

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"So I said, I'm fine."
Wei Lan looked at him carefully. "Wait, have you eaten so well recently? How do I feel that you are a bit fatter than when I saw you before?"
Yan Qingchi: ... get your heart, old iron.
Bian Weilan is also very realistic about his own cognition. "You get up, let me see if it's really fat, this is not enough, even if you have no activity in the past six months, you are an actor, also You can't be so indulgent! "
Yan Qingchi didn't want to get up. Now he just wanted to sit and hide his belly.
"What are you still doing, get up, people who don't want to be slaves ~"
"Let me be a slave." Yan Qingchi looked at him.
Wei Lan would pull him up when he came over. Yan Qingchi saw this and knew that he couldn't escape. He simply straightened up. At this point, the belly was exposed.
Wei Lan stared at his stomach and couldn't believe it. He even touched it and determined that Yan Qingchi didn't put a pillow in it. "My mother, it's no wonder Nancheng has suspended your activities. You ca n’t believe it Pause! Do you still have a responsibility and cognition as an idol, isn't it just a year, how can you eat like this? It's all June, and you still don't lose weight! Are you going to heaven, Yan Xiaochi ! "
Yan Qingchi had no choice but to smile awkwardly.
Wei Lan looked at him. "You tell me honestly, are you really sick? Otherwise, how can you suddenly have such a big belly? You can't eat it like this if you can eat it again."
"Do you believe me when I drink?"
"I believe you a big head! I knew you the first day!"
Yan Qingchi felt a little worried, what should I say.
"Isn't it really sick?" Wei Lan asked him, and he looked at Yan Qingchi's face carefully. "You don't really look sick. Why is that, you are really dying to me."
"I'm afraid I'll say it and startle you."
Wei Lan chuckled, "Why, are you planning to tell me that you are pregnant with such a belly? A few months? Depending on the situation, it must be more than three months."
"It's been more than six months."
"It's been more than six months, no wonder it's so big." Wei Lan nodded, but suddenly responded, looking at him in disbelief, "What are you talking about ???? Six or six ... six what?"
Yan Qingchi sighed helplessly, "more than six months."
"What's been more than six months?"
"child."
"What's more than six months?"
"child."
"Child?" Wei Lan looked at Yan Qingchi's stomach with a look of astonishment, "You say it again."
"It's true. Years ago, I had a dream. In the dream, the literary genius was born, and I needed to be reborn. If I didn't leave the wrong person, I voted for me. I was afraid I would be surprised. .When I woke up, I checked, and sure enough, there was a child in my belly. "
"You can pull it down, you think you are a white lady, oh, you are a white lady, Jiang Moyu is Xu Xian, then who am I, Xiaoqing?"
"Sister, you think of it," Yan Qingchi said gently.
"Shut up, you're going to anger me."
Yan Qingchi spread his hand, "You believe me, this is the easiest way to accept."
"Accept what? Accept that you are a snake spirit?"
"Accept why I have such a big belly now."
Wei Lan rubbed her brow bones and felt that she needed to calm down. The good buddies who had always thought that suddenly became good sisters, and vowed to tell herself that he was pregnant? Urgent, wait online.
Yan Qingchi looked tired of him, and patted the sofa. "Sit, sit down slowly."
Wei Lan looked at him in disbelief, "Are you pregnant? Is there a baby in your stomach?"
"Correct."
"Are you and Jiang Moyao?"
"Correct."
"Boys!"
"That's the case now."
"Are you sure you are a boy, will you in fact always be a girl or bisexual?"
Yan Qingchi: "... what do you usually look at, and what kind of bisexuality? Besides, don't you know if I'm male or female? You haven't been to the toilet with me."
"I will never go to the bathroom with you again. I feel sorry for Jiang Moyu ..."
Yan Qingchi: "... Shut up."
Wei Lan was holding her forehead, and she was incredibly embarrassed. "I don't understand this world anymore. No wonder marriage is legal. It turns out that men and men can have children."
"At present, except Jiang Mo's and my family, only you know it. You have to keep a secret for me. If I hear anyone else know that, it must be you!"
"Relax," Wei Lan squinted at him. "Who did you tell me what you told me? Am I such a bad person?"
"Including your brother."
"Well, including my brother, the point is, I said my brother should believe it, but my brother would not believe it."
Wei Lan looked at him, "So you don't pick up activities this year, is it because of this?"
"Yes indeed."
"It's no wonder Nancheng can't say clearly, it really can't be said, they can't really compose a disease that needs a year of rest and curse you, alas, wait for me to post a Weibo to help you find a rumor. You all I do n’t know how boring your family is every day. My friends / sisters / teachers are posting on the TV every day, saying that you offended the manager / senior of Nancheng, and the most terrible thing is that someone said you offended Jiang Moyu. So it was hidden in the snow. The key is that people still believe. I'm speechless. "
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Yan Qingchi heard the words, but was very calm, "Let them go, wait for me to go out next year and swell their faces."
"By the way, I heard the news before that Fu Min made you up?"
"Not yet?" Yan Qingchi wasn't clear. "I was auditioning, but I didn't tell me whether it was a success or a failure, so I didn't care."
"I heard what Fu Minzhi said when chatting with anyone. If that's the case, then you don't have to go out next year. When one of Fu Min announces it, they will hit their faces directly."
Yan Qingchi smiled, "I might not be able to do this. If she really fixed me, she would have to change the schedule for me, so it's hard to say now."
"Let's see it again, but" Lost "is about to go. At that time you estimate that you will have no idea how many storms."
"what?"
"You think, you can't participate in the Lost Press conference like this now, nor can the roadshow. At that time, your fans are watching other people's propaganda, you still don't know where, you must be irritable again. Your black is going to be carnival again. Then "Lost" will be released. No matter whether you play well or not, there will definitely be discussion. At that time, the black and black will have to be torn up again. Hey, "Wei Lan shook his head," It's really a bit terrible."
"That wouldn't work, but I can record a vcr."
"You can only record a vcr." Wei Lan patted him.
Wei Lan and Yan Qingchi talked for a while. Wei Xun called him and he went home.
Wei Lan still can't figure out, why can two men have children? He returned home, saw Wei Xun looking at the documents in the living room, walked over to sit next to him, and sighed long.
Wei Xun looked up at him, "What's the matter? Worry?"
"Brother, can you say that men can have children?"
Wei Xun smiled, "What have you seen recently?"
"No."
"TV? Movie?"
"I'm just curious."
Wei Xun looked at him with a frown, thinking hard, and reached out and touched his belly.
"What are you doing?" Wei Lan looked at him puzzled.
Wei Xun touched it a few times, "You don't look pregnant anymore."
Angrily Wei Lan slapped his hand away, "What do you want! How could I be pregnant!"
"Which little boy did you make his belly bigger?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow. "It's a long time, Wei Lan."
"What are you talking about? I don't have any boys."
"So it's not you that you are pregnant, nor is it that you let others be pregnant, what are you tangling here."
"I'm just curious."
Wei Xun shook his head. "You, you are just too busy."
Wei Lanxin said that what you know, what I said are real, you have little knowledge of yourself, and you said that I am free! He touched Wei Xun's arm. "I'm hungry."
"You don't know how to cook."
"I want to eat what you make."
"What about my documents?"
"Eat and read, the files won't run."
Wei Xun turned to look at him, and Wei Lan looked at him with ashamedness, "Go on, brother, I'm your best brother."
Wei Xun was helpless and got up to cook for his young master. Wei Lan was sitting on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone, waiting for dinner.
On June 20th, the Golden Deer Awards Ceremony was officially held. Because it was a foreign awards ceremony, there was no live broadcast. It only depended on the news from the media. Yan Qingchi swiped his cell phone and waited with the little houses expecting the news of the best male actor.
Sweet hard candy: "I'm calm, calm, and the finalists are so powerful. Even if President Jiang did not win, it is recognition of him to be nominated."
Yes, Yan Qingchi echoed in his heart.
Pikachu Pikapica: "I understand the truth, but I still want President Jiang to win the award !!! Ah, ah, the letter girl is willing to be vegetarian in January, but please President Jiang win the award!" @Finity 好 文, do in
That ’s right, Yan Qingchi said,
I ’ve gone all the way. How can I not win the prize? If Jiang Moji won the prize, he would also like to be vegetarian for a month. Wait, he can, the baby in the stomach ca n’t. Put another way.
Death in June without losing weight: "Don't be nervous about the sisters in the group. I'm very calm. Now you are nervous."
Yeah, I ’m very calm here, Yan Qingchi Nobuchi feels that he ca n’t watch the mobile phone any more, otherwise it ’s impossible for me tonight!
He immediately quit Weibo and stopped talking about Weibo group chat.
As soon as we turned off the phone, WeChat rang.
When Yan Qingchi opened WeChat, he saw Wei Lan asking him, "Are you nervous? Can Jiang Moyu win the prize?"
Yan Qingchi: ... I'm really not nervous! Now you get two of you, not nervous!
Wei Lan: ... then you adjust it?
Yan Qingchi is helpless: ... I'll go to autism for a while, don't disturb me.
Yan Qingchi threw her phone aside, picked up her paintbrush, and tried to ease the psychological pressure by drawing. As a result, as soon as a cat was drawn, we heard WeChat's prompt sound constantly, and finally it even turned into a telephone ringtone. Yan Qingchi took it anxiously before him, okay, Wei Lan again.
"What the ..."
"Jiang Mo won the prize."
Yan Qingchi for a moment.
Wei Lan still chattering over there, "Did you hear that? Hey, you speak, are you unhappy with Jiang Moyun's prize?"
"I heard it." Yan Qingchi's tone was inconceivable with a smile, "It's just Wei Lan, can you leave this qualification for the first time to report the good news to Jiang Moyan."
"Ah?" Wei Lan was a little hesitant. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll hang up first, or he won't get through to me in a while, and it's time to be jealous again."
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone and set aside the phone, waiting for Jiang Moyu to call him.
He lay on the table, painting the house of kittens and paintings, but he couldn't help laughing, and the house became more and more strange. In the end, he became a golden deer. Award trophy.
Yan Qingchi thought it was a little funny and normal, but he still has a mood to paint a house. He couldn't help but drew the trophy again. When Jiang Moyu, who was preparing to draw a q version, held the trophy, suddenly, the phone at hand rang.
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Yan Qingchi watched Jiang Moyu ’s voice call invitation that popped up on WeChat, but for a moment he was nervous, so he put down his pen and agreed.
Immediately there came a familiar voice, "Qingchi, I won the prize."
Probably Gu Ji was heard. The sound of his "Qingchi" sounded a little low, but it was extremely hot in Yan Qingchi's ears.
Yan Qingchi said, "Congratulations."
"Congratulations too."
"Congratulations, what?"
"One more common property after marriage."
Only then did Yan Qingchi realize that this was the first trophy of Jiang Mocheng after the two of them were together.
"When are you coming back?"
"Wait two days."
"Okay, I'll wait for you back."
"it is good."
There were other things over there, so it didn't take long for the two to hang up.
Yan Qingchi drew his own version of Jiang Mo holding the trophy and took a picture and sent it to him.
He was lying on the table, thinking that Jiang Mohan already had two best male lead, when can he have one? Fu Minzhi, do you really set yourself? Can I really get this honor myself?
Yan Qingchi poked at the q version of Jiang Mochi. When can he call Jiang Mochi and say, "Jiang Mo Chi, I won the prize?"