"So I said, I'm fine."
Wei Lan looked at him carefully, "Wait, have you eaten too well recently? How do I feel that you are a little bit fatter than when I saw you before?"
Yan QingChi:...I'm heartbroken, old iron.
On the other hand, Wei Lan is very realistic about her own perception. "Get up and let me see if you are really fat. This is not good. Even if you have not been active for the past six months, as an actor, You can't indulge yourself so much!"
Yan QingChi doesn't want to get up, he just wants to sit and hide his stomach.
"What are you doing while sitting? Get up, people who don't want to be slaves~"
"Let me be a slave." Yan QingChi looked at him.
When Wei Lan came over, he was about to pull him up. Yan QingChi saw this, knowing that he couldn't escape, so he straightened up. This, the belly is exposed.
Wei Lan stared at his stomach and couldn't believe it. He even touched it to make sure Yan QingChi didn't put a pillow in it, "My mother, it's no wonder Nan Cheng suspended your activities, you can't stop it. Ah! Do you still have the responsibility and recognition of being an idol? Isn't it just a new year? How can you eat like this? It's June, and you still don't lose weight! You are going to heaven, Yan Xiaochi! "
Yan QingChi had no choice but to smile awkwardly.
Wei Lan looked at him, "Tell me honestly, are you really sick? Otherwise, how could you suddenly have such a big belly? You can't eat like this if you can eat it."
"Do you believe me when I drink?"
"I believe in you big head! The first day I met you!"
Yan QingChi feels a little sad, what should I say.
"Isn't it really sick?" Wei Lan asked him. He took a close look at Yan QingChi's complexion, "You really don't seem to be sick. That's why, you are so anxious to death."
"I'm afraid I will startle you when I say it."
Wei Lan chuckled, "Why, are you still going to tell me that you are pregnant with such a belly? A few months? It must be more than three months depending on the situation."
"More than six months."
"It's been more than six months, no wonder it's so big." Wei Lan nodded, but suddenly reacted and looked at him in disbelief, "What did you say?? Six six six... Six what?"
Yan QingChi sighed helplessly, "It's been more than six months."
"What's more than six months?"
"child."
"It's been more than six months?"
"child."
"Child?" Wei Lan looked at Yan QingChi's stomach with a look of astonishment, "You say it again."
"Actually, I had a dream a year ago. In the dream, Wenquxing went down to earth. I needed to reincarnate. I did not leave the wrong person. I voted for me. I was afraid that I would be surprised. When I woke up, I checked, and sure enough, there was an extra child in my stomach."
"You can pull it down, you think you are the white lady, oh, you are the white lady, Jiang MoChen is Xu Xian, then who am I, Xiaoqing?"
"Sister, you can think of it." Yan QingChi said softly.
"Hurry up and shut up, you just want to piss me off."
Yan QingChi spread his hands, "You believe me, this is the most acceptable way."
"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 that she had always thought of suddenly became good sisters, and she vowed to herself that he was pregnant. Urgent, online etc.
Yan QingChi looked at him a little tired, patted the sofa, "Sit down, sit down slowly."
Wei Lan looked at him incredulously, "Are you pregnant? Have a baby in your belly?"
"Correct."
"You and Jiang MoChen?"
"Correct."
"Boy boys!"
"Currently it is."
"Are you sure you are a boy, will you actually have always been a girl, or bisexual?"
Yan QingChi: "...what are you looking at, what the hell is bisexuality? Besides, don't you know if I am a male or female? You never went to the bathroom with me."
"I will never go to the bathroom with you again, I feel sorry Jiang MoChen..."
Yan QingChi: "...Shut up."
Wei Lan supported her forehead with a look of lovelessness, "I don't understand this world anymore. No wonder same-sex marriage is legal. It turns out that men and men can also have children."
"Except for Jiang MoChen's and mine, only you know about this. You have to keep it secret for me. If I hear anyone else knows, it must be you!"
"Don't worry," Wei Lan squinted at him. "Who did I tell you about what you told me. Am I such a credible person?"
"Including your brother."
"Okay, including my brother, the point is, I said my brother also believes, my brother doesn't believe it."
Wei Lan looked at him, "That's why you don't take any activities this year because of this?"
"Yup."
"It's no wonder that Nancheng can't tell it clearly. It's really impossible to say. They can't really compose a disease that requires a year of recuperation to curse you. Alas, wait for me to post a Weibo to help you dispel the rumor. I don't know how boring your partner is. Every day I post my friend/sister/teacher on the TV station, saying that you have offended the boss/high-level manager of Nancheng. The most terrible thing is that some people say that you have offended Jiang So MoChen was hidden by the snow, the key is that someone still believes that I'm speechless."
Yan QingChi heard this, but was very calm, "Let them go, wait for me to come out next year, and swell their faces."
"By the way, I heard the news before that Fu Min's next play is set for you, right?"
"Not yet?" Yan QingChi didn't know, "I went to the audition, but I didn't tell me whether it was a success or a failure, so I didn't care."
"I heard it was what Fu Minzhi said when he was chatting with someone. If that's the case, then you don't need to go out next year. When Fu Min announces it, you will directly hit them in the face."
Yan QingChi smiled, "I might say that, if she really fixes me, she will have to change the schedule specifically for me, so it's not easy to say now."
"Let's watch it again, but "Lost" is about to be released. By then, you will probably set off a few more rebellious events."
"what?"
"You think, you definitely can't participate in the "Lost" conference now, and you can't participate in the road show. By then, your fans will watch other people promote, and you still don't know where, you must be grumpy again. Your black is going to have a carnival again. Then "Lost" will be released. No matter how well you play, there will definitely be discussions. Then the black fans will have to be torn up again. Tsk," Wei Lan shook his head, "It's really a bit terrible."
"That's no way, but I can record a vcr."
"You can only record a vcr." Wei Lan patted him.
Wei Lan chatted with Yan QingChi for a while, Wei Xun called him, and he went home.
Wei Lan still couldn't figure out why two men could have children? When he returned home, he saw Wei Xun reading the documents in the living room, then walked over and sat next to him, sighing long.
Wei Xun raised his head and glanced at him, "What's the matter? Sorrowful?"
"Brother, do you think men can have children?"
Wei Xun smiled, "What have you been watching recently?"
"No."
"TV? Movie?"
"I'm just curious."
Wei Xun looked at him frowning, thinking hard, and reached out to touch his stomach.
"What are you doing?" Wei Lan looked at him puzzled.
Wei Xun touched it a few times, "It doesn't look like you are pregnant."
Angrily Wei Lan slapped his hand off, "What do you think! How could I be pregnant!"
"Which little boy did you make the belly bigger?" Wei Xun raised his eyebrows, "It's a long time, Wei Lan."
"What are you talking nonsense, I don't have any little boys."
"So it's neither you who are pregnant, nor is you letting others be pregnant, what are you struggling with here."
"I'm just curious."
Wei Xun shook his head, "You, you are too free."
Wei Lan said that what you know, what I said is real, you have little knowledge of yourself, and you say I am idle! He touched Weixun's arm, "I'm hungry."
"It's not that you can't cook."
"I want to eat what you made."
"Then what do I do with these files?"
"Eat and read again, the file won't run."
Wei Xun turned his head to look at him, Wei Lan looked at him calmly without the slightest shame, "Go, brother, I'm your favorite brother."
Helpless, Wei Xun got up and went 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, and only the first news from the media. Yan QingChi was swiping his mobile phone, waiting for the news of the best male protagonist together with the little houses.
Sweet Hard Candy: "I'm calm, calm, and the finalists are so good. Even if President Jiang did not win the prize, his nomination is a recognition of him."
Yes, Yan QingChi agreed in his heart.
Pikachu Pika Pika: "I understand the truth, but I still want President Jiang to win the prize!!! Ah ah, the letter girl is willing to be vegetarian for January, but I hope President Jiang will win the prize!"
That's right, Yan QingChi thought, I've been there, how can I not win the prize? If Jiang MoChen wins the prize, he is also willing to be a vegetarian for one month. Wait, he can, but the baby in his stomach can't. Put another way.
If you don't lose weight in June, you will die: "Sisters in the group, don't be nervous. I came here very calmly. Now you are all made nervous."
Yes, I came here very calmly, Yan QingChi deeply felt that he could no longer look at the phone, otherwise it would be impossible to spend tonight!
He immediately withdrew from Weibo and ignored the group chat on Weibo.
As a result, the WeChat rang as soon as I was about to turn off the phone.
Yan QingChi opened WeChat and saw Wei Lan and asked him, "Are you nervous? Can Jiang MoChen win the prize?"
Yan QingChi:...I am really not nervous! Now it's caused by one or two of you, it won't work if you are not nervous!
Wei Lan: ... Then you adjust it?
Yan QingChi helpless: ... I will go to autism for a while, don't disturb me.
Yan QingChi threw the phone aside, picked up the paintbrush, and tried to ease the psychological pressure by drawing. As a result, as soon as I drew a cat, I heard the WeChat prompt ringing continuously, and finally turned into a telephone ringing. Yan QingChi took it in front of him irritably, okay, it was Wei Lan again.
"What are you..."
"Jiang MoChen got the prize."
Yan QingChi was taken aback.
Wei Lan was still chattering over there, "Did you hear that? Hey, talk, are you unhappy that Jiang MoChen won the award?"
"I heard it." Yan QingChi said with an unconcealable smile, "It's just Wei Lan, can you leave this qualification to report good news to Jiang MoChen in the first place?"
"Huh?" Wei Lan was a little confused, "What do you mean?"
"It means I'll hang up first, otherwise he won't be able to get through when calling me, and he should be jealous again."
Yan QingChi hung up the phone, put the phone aside, waiting for Jiang MoChen to call him.
He lay on the table and drew the kitten's house stroke by stroke, but couldn't help but laugh, and then the house became more and more strange. In the end, it became a golden deer. Award trophy.
Yan QingChi feels a bit funny, but also feels normal. He is still in the mood to paint a house right now. He couldn't help but drew the trophy again. When he was about to draw a q version of Jiang MoChen while holding the trophy, suddenly, the phone on his hand rang.
Yan QingChi looked at Jiang MoChen's voice call invitation that popped up on WeChat. For a while, he didn't know why, and was a little nervous. He put down his paintbrush and agreed.
I heard a familiar voice from there, "QingChi, I won the prize."
Probably he was worried that someone would hear, his "QingChi" sound was a little low, but it was extremely hot when it reached Yan QingChi's ears.
Yan QingChi said, "Congratulations."
"Congratulations too."
"Congratulations to me?"
"One more common property after marriage."
Yan QingChi realized that this was Jiang MoChen's first trophy after the two of them were together.
"When are you coming back?"
"Wait for two days."
"Well, I'll wait for you to come back."
"it is good."
There were other things on Jiang MoChen's side, so it didn't take long to say that the two people hung up the call.
Yan QingChi drew the q version of Jiang MoChen he thought about holding the trophy, took a picture and sent it to him.
He was lying on the table, thinking of Jiang MoChen
There are already two best male protagonists. When can I have one? Fu Minzhi, have you really decided yourself? Can you really get this honor for yourself?
Yan QingChi poke the q version of Jiang MoChen. When will he call Jiang MoChen and say, "Jiang MoChen, I won the prize"?