Shen Jiazhou had finished getting ready. As soon as he came out, he saw Wen Shuqiao sitting by Cancan's bed, while Cancan nestled in her arms and wouldn't get up, chattering away.
He walked over, and Wen Shuqiao looked up. She patted Cancan's arm and said, "Okay, Uncle's all packed. Let's go!"
Can Can didn't want to climb off his aunt. He rubbed his head against Wen Shuqiao's arm and said in a clingy voice, "Auntie, can you carry me when we leave?"
Wen Shuqiao pinched his soft cheek: "Why have you turned into a rascal puppy?"
Can Can whimpered softly, her eyes closed, "I'm asleep!"
Shen Jiazhou took a breath and tutted softly: "Don't make me spank you."
Can Can opened her mouth wide and made a snoring sound, as if she were really asleep, but in reality, her eyes were still secretly open, and she met her uncle's eyes staring straight at her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed softly, then quickly closed his eyes.
What a scary uncle.
Shen Jiazhou and Wen Shuqiao exchanged a glance. He suddenly bent down and kissed Wen Shuqiao first.
Before Wen Shuqiao could react, she saw Shen Jiazhou reach out and scratch Cancan's ticklish spot.
"Ouch!" Can Can couldn't help but shrink into Wen Shu Qiao's arms. At first, she could hold it in, but after a few seconds, she couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. Milk and Cake were startled and looked around, wagging their tails as they came over, as if to say that they wanted to play too.
Can Can squirmed in Wen Shu Qiao's arms, then finally opened her eyes and surrendered: "I'm awake! I'm awake!"
Shen Jiazhou scoffed, "You think I can't handle you?"
Can Can climbed off Wen Shu Qiao, pouting with a defiant look on her face.
Shen Jiazhou reached out and pinched his mouth: "What? You're not convinced? It's no use being convinced, you little brat."
"Uncle," Can Can said "fiercely," "when you become an old uncle, I'll bully you!"
In the end, Can Can was deprived of the right to hold his aunt's hand when going out, because his soft and easy-to-grip hand was tightly held by his uncle, who would knead his fingers like dough from time to time.
Can Can dared not speak out in anger. He looked pitifully at his aunt, who was holding the cake string in one hand and her other hand tightly held by her uncle.
The attention was completely focused on him.
Can Can lowered his head. Today, his son was going to be bullied by his uncle again. He was going to write down everything that happened.
Things change, and those who bully the little brat will have to pay the price!
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