As a seasoned novel enthusiast, Wen Shuqiao never expected to catch the transmigration trend herself. The bad news is that she transmigrated into a healing-oriented Long Aotian novel, becoming the ...
Shen Jiazhou couldn't help but want to beat the kid up when he saw him like this.
But he didn't fly all this way just to discipline the child in front of Wen Shuqiao.
He wanted to talk to Wen Shuqiao more, and of course, Wen Shuqiao felt the same way.
Can Can squeezed between the two of them. Although he didn't quite understand what his aunt and uncle were saying, he was very happy to be protected by them.
The family of three finished their old duck soup and were very satisfied when they came out.
Can Can held one in each hand, swaying as he walked, occasionally shaking their hands. Anyone could see he was very happy.
Shen Jiazhou reminded him, "Walk carefully."
Can Can gave a small hum, but still obediently continued walking.
Shen Jiazhou looked at Wen Shuqiao again. After coming out to breathe some fresh air and having a warm lunch, her complexion seemed to have improved a lot.
He felt somewhat relieved.
He asked, "Are the clothes you brought not warm enough? I'll have someone bring some warmer clothes over later, and you can choose one."
Hearing this, Wen Shuqiao laughed: "President Shen, you're incredibly resourceful. Even after arriving here, you still managed to get things delivered."
Shen Jiazhou held his chin high: "Don't you even know who I am?"
The two chatted about trivial things as they walked into the hotel.
But just then, they ran into Xie Jingbei, who had returned.
Xie Jingbei was surprised to see Shen Jiazhou for a moment, but quickly recovered and extended his hand: "President Shen, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Shen Jiazhou also extended his hand and shook hands with him: "Mr. Xie, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Wen Shuqiao asked in confusion, "Teacher Xie, didn't you go to film on location with Zhong Qi and the others?"
She glanced at the cold medicine Xie Jingbei was carrying in his other hand and asked with concern, "Are you sick too?"
Xie Jingbei glanced down at the medicine he was carrying, pursed his lips slightly, and then looked up to reply, "I'm not feeling well. I've been working non-stop these past two days and I'm exhausted, so I came back early. How about you? Are you feeling better?"
When she arrived at the hotel yesterday, Xie Jingbei helped her with her luggage; Wen Shuqiao was already exhausted by then.
She nodded: "It's much better now."
Wen Shuqiao shook Cancan's hand, and Cancan looked up and said, "Uncle, good afternoon!"
Xie Jingbei looked down at him and reached out to pat his head: "Can Can, good afternoon, have you eaten?"
Can Can had actually met Xie Jingbei several times before, so he was considered a familiar uncle to him. He replied, "I've already eaten, Uncle. Have you eaten?"
"I've already eaten." Xie Jingbei's eyes crinkled behind his glasses.
Can Can also gave him a sweet smile.
The elevator has arrived.