Chapter 291 Happy New Year

Wen Shuqiao was stunned for a moment, then turned back and asked, "You say."

She remembered that she had made an impolite request before, so this time it was Shen Jiazhou's turn to make it, which was fair.

There was no light on in the room, only the children's room and Shen Jiazhou's room had some light coming through.

Shen Jiazhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down as he hesitated.

Wen Shuqiao even took a step back and moved closer to him: "Well? Go ahead."

Shen Jiazhou looked at her, his eyes dodged again, and he said vaguely: "Can you... hug me?"

He spoke vaguely and quickly, and after he finished speaking, his whole body looked like smoke was coming out of his eyes, and the red that had finally faded away surged up again.

Shen Jiazhou didn't dare to look at Wen Shuqiao again. He lowered his eyes and stared at the tip of his shoes: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't..." he said.

Before he could utter the last word, he was hugged by someone.

Wen Shuqiao slid his hands over the outside of his arms and gave him a polite hug.

But Shen Jiazhou felt as if his blood was boiling, and he was so stiff that he dared not move at all.

After he reacted, he hesitated for a second and raised his hands slightly, but he still didn't dare to touch Wen Shuqiao's back.

His hands were so hot that he was afraid of burning her.

Wen Shuqiao didn't know what he was thinking. He gently patted his back twice and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Jiazhou. In the new year, I hope you can be happy and healthy every day."

After Wen Shuqiao finished his blessing, he put down his hand and was about to stand up, but the next second, he was hugged tightly by Shen Jiazhou.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised her face slightly, with her chin resting loosely on Shen Jiazhou's shoulder.

The man holding her buried his head firmly in her shoulder, his hot skin pressed against hers, causing Wen Shuqiao to subconsciously shudder, but the arm around her waist tightened, not giving her a chance to leave.

However, Shen Jiazhou still noticed her shrinking, and he suddenly came to his senses, and the impulsive blood he had just felt instantly cooled.

Reason overcame instinct, and Shen Jiazhou relaxed his arms a little, trying to let Wen Shuqiao go.

At this moment, Wen Shuqiao hugged him back again.

One hand was on his back, the other on the back of his head, he touched his head and asked softly: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Shen Jiazhou suddenly felt a sore nose. He hugged her tightly again, brought Wen Shuqiao one step closer to him, and rubbed his face gently against her shoulder.

He whispered, "I'm not unhappy."

It seems that he is in control, but his tall body now looks more like a big dog that has been wronged and is trying hard to act coquettishly with his master.

Wen Shuqiao put down the hand that was touching his head, tilted his head slightly, and put his cheek against his hot ear: "Really?"

I'm not unhappy, so why are you acting so abnormal?

Shen Jiazhou didn't say anything, but arched his back, wanting to hug her.

Wen Shuqiao didn't know what he was thinking about. He patted his back again and said softly, "Don't hold back on anything. Speak out. Even if I can't solve it for you, you'll feel better if you talk about it."

From Shen Shiyue's perspective in the article, Shen Jiazhou is a quiet person. In addition, from Wen Zhixia's previous diary, it is obvious that Shen Jiazhou was a little depressed in his later years.

After being together for such a long time, no matter what the reason was, she hoped that Shen Jiazhou would be well and live a long life without any illness or disaster.

Shen Jiazhou didn't know how much he had heard. He just hummed in a muffled voice: "You helped me solve a lot... Shu Qiao, I'm really happy. It's just that when I saw you, I suddenly figured out some things."

Wen Shuqiao was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Shen Jiazhou stood up and took his arms away from Wen Shuqiao's waist. He took a step back, his expression relaxed a lot. In the dim light, one could still see a smile on his face. His eyes were bright and he looked very youthful.

Wen Shuqiao looked at him, paused for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Shen Jiazhou's eyes and attention were always on her, so he naturally noticed her unnatural avoidance of the gaze.

He chuckled, causing Wen Shuqiao to look at him again: "What are you laughing at?"

Shen Jiazhou folded his arms, bent down, and looked his face towards Wen Shuqiao's. His eyes curved as he glanced at the small mole at the end of her eye, and then asked, "Do I look good?"

What's so funny about this?

Wen Shuqiao replied honestly, "It looks good."

Shen Jiazhou tried hard to control the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn upwards, and continued to ask: "Then why don't you look at me?"

"I saw...it." Although Wen Shuqiao said this, he still wanted to glance away.

But when she turned slightly, Shen Jiazhou also turned slightly, making it clear that he wanted her to look at him carefully.

Even the most insensitive person would find this a bit ambiguous.

Wen Shuqiao looked at him, opened his mouth, and said with a little lack of confidence: "It's late, it's time to rest."

Shen Jiazhou then stood up and let Wen Shuqiao go: "Go to sleep, good night."

Wen Shuqiao nodded, but then remembered that Shen Jiazhou did not answer her question.

She asked, "By the way, you just said, what did you figure out?"

Shen Jiazhou had been staring at her. After hearing her question, he became less hesitant and said clearly, "I'll tell you when I'm ready."

He didn't want to do things rashly. He would wait until he was 100% sincere before telling Wen Shuqiao about it. He hoped that by then... she would have the same idea about him.

Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Okay, good night."

Shen Jiazhou nodded, his eyes still bright.

For some reason, Wen Shuqiao had a bit of a vision. Shen Jiazhou looked like a large domestic dog, except for the tail.

Wen Shuqiao collected her thoughts and walked towards the children's room. While carrying Shen Jiazhou on her back, she raised her hand and couldn't help patting her cheek.

What was he thinking about every day? How could Shen Jiazhou be a dog?

Shen Jiazhou watched the door of the children's room close before he slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into his own room.

After closing the door, Shen Jiazhou could no longer hold back the smile on his face. He quickly walked to the bed, took off his shoes, hid in his quilt, and wrapped the quilt around himself. If Cancan came now, she would have to say that her uncle was a jerk.

Shen Jiazhou didn't know how long he laughed foolishly before he finally calmed down a little.

It’s exactly midnight.

I sent a message to Wen Shuqiao right on time: [Happy New Year. ]

After thinking about it, he clicked on the transfer button and entered 200,000, but paused at the moment of transfer.

Wen Shuqiao would not accept it. If she turned it over so openly, she would also feel pressured.

He sat up again and glanced at the time. It was already very late. Most of the shops outside were closed except for those that served food, not to mention the luxury stores and flower shops.

Shen Jiazhou sighed. If he had known those people asked him to add WeChat, he would have added them.

I don't know what you were pretending to be.

He lay down in disappointment, but couldn't fall asleep at all.

The phone vibrated.

Wen Shuqiao replied: [Happy New Year/Sun]

Shen Jiazhou stared at the sun and realized that what he had said was completely insincere.

After thinking about it, he sent another moon emoticon, which matched the sun emoticon sent by Wen Shuqiao.

In the children's room, Wen Shuqiao was ready to put his phone on the bedside table and go to sleep, but before he put it down, the phone lit up.

After seeing Shen Jiazhou's expression, Wen Shuqiao smiled unconsciously.

How childish.

After she finished reading, she put her phone on the counter. As soon as she turned over, Cancan leaned over to her in a daze. After smelling the familiar scent, she continued to sleep soundly.

Shen Jiazhou, who was in the master bedroom next door, stared at the interface and couldn't help thinking.

Why didn’t Wen Shuqiao reply to his message?