My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Since it was Jiang Che's solemn request, Jiang Anzhi naturally had no reason to refuse.

However, he did not print this photo, but downloaded a random photo from the Internet.

He patted Jiang Che's head: "This photo was taken by my mother. In theory, the copyright belongs to my mother. If you repost and download it without her consent, it is an infringement of copyright."

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He's only three years old Wow, what is dad talking about? Jiang Che was stunned.

Jiang Anzhi didn't care about it at all, and tapped the photo with his slender fingertips: "This kind of online release can only be forwarded, and believe me, your classmate's mother will prefer this kind of professional studio shot."

Jiang Che was dazed by Jiang Anzhi, and finally figured out one thing: the father in the mother's phone belongs to the mother alone, and no one else can take it.

Looking at Jiang Anzhi's printed and signed photo, Jiang Che happily took it, regardless of whether it was the one he picked at the beginning, as long as it is there.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Um."

Jiang Anzhi patted his head: "Go."

After sending his son away, Jiang Anzhi took another look at himself in Feng Lanchu's phone, and Jiang Anzhi put the phone in his pocket and went back to the kitchen in a good mood.

Feng Lanchu was cooking, and seeing Jiang Anzhi turn back, she couldn't help being a little surprised: "You little brat let you go so soon?"

"Yeah." Jiang Anzhi nodded, looking at Feng Lanchu from IKEA IKEA, he couldn't help but walk over and kiss her on the face.

Feng Lan gave him a strange look at the beginning: "What are you doing? The children are all outside, so the influence is not good."

"They don't have time to talk to us." Jiang Anzhi rolled up his sleeves again to help wash the vegetables, laughing.

Today's dinner is a small stir-fry that Feng Lanchu is good at. The amount of each dish is not much, but the dishes are rich. Qin Zhuo, like Jiang Anzhi, works outside all the year round, and the most eaten is box lunch. Xu Mu is even more pitiful. What's delicious.

So Feng Lanchu's cooking has almost become their salvation, the kind that absolutely acts like a CD.

After eating, the brothers decided to go to the top floor to watch a movie.

Feng Lanchu and Jiang Anzhi followed them, and they continued to wash and wash the baby, and put the baby to sleep.

Only then did he tell them both:

"Don't play too late, go to bed early."

The two young men naturally nodded, turned around and ran upstairs.

Waiting for Uncle Jiang to fall asleep, Jiang Anzhi went back to the room, only to see Feng Lanchu was searching for things all over the room.

"What are you looking for?"

"Did you see my phone? I don't remember where I put it, and I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked."

"Yes." Jiang Anzhi took out the mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Huh? Why are you here?"

Feng Lan accepted it in surprise at the beginning, and then became suspicious in the next second. Could this guy be peeking at her phone? Although there is no secret, but... as a film king, doing this is a bit of a loss.

Jiang Anzhi stretched out his slender white fingertips and flicked her on the forehead: "What are you thinking? Jiang Che asked me to help print the photos. I don't blame you for violating my portrait rights. You are the first to sue."

Feng Lan was taken aback when she first heard the words, and when she unlocked the phone, she saw Jiang Anzhi's photo in front of her eyes, the evidence was undeniable.

Jiang Anzhi looked at her playfully:

"Someone secretly photographed me?"

Feng Lanchu shyly put the phone behind her back in embarrassment, shook her head and looked around and said to him: "I...that was taking work record photos."

"Oh..." Jiang Anzhi nodded with interest.

"Hurry up and take a shower, don't dawdle." Feng Lanchu pushed him into the bathroom.

Before entering the door, Jiang Anzhi pulled her into his arms and asked with a low smile, "Together?"

"I washed it."

Feng Lanchu hurriedly refused.

The faint scent of shower gel came from his body, and Jiang An felt refreshed for a while, silently let go and went into the bathroom, um, hurry up and take a bath.