Chapter 180 Wish you a sweet dream
Afraid that Cancan could not breathe, Wen Shuqiao lifted Cancan's quilt a little more and said softly, "Uncle loves you too. If you say that, he will be sad to hear you."
Cancan wrapped himself in his small blanket under the quilt, and twisted to the edge of the bed like a twitching worm.
"I love my uncle too." Cancan said, "But this is different."
He loves his uncle and wants to sleep with his aunt, these are two different things!
Cancan rested his head on Wen Shuqiao's outstretched arm and said, "Aunt, I love you too."
Wen Shuqiao pinched his little face and said softly, "Auntie knows. Auntie has always known."
A child who has not yet entered kindergarten and whose speech is incomprehensible can be discovered what she likes. For her, her heart has already settled.
She said softly, "Baby, you are a great baby. I will cherish the camera you gave me and take lots of pictures of you in the future."
Cancan nodded: "In the future, I will buy you many things you like, okay, auntie."
Wen Shuqiao hummed: "Okay, auntie is looking forward to it now."
She straightened up slightly and gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, "Go to bed, it's late."
Cancan pursed her lips in embarrassment, then closed her eyes, but after a few seconds, she opened her eyes again: "Aunt, I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs tomorrow, and I want to add osmanthus flowers."
Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
Her hand was resting on Cancan's head, and her other hand was patting his body through the quilt. After a while, she heard Cancan's even breathing.
Wen Shuqiao smiled and pinched his face again, and finally tried to slowly pull her arm out, but Cancan pressed it so tightly that she couldn't pull it out at all.
She sighed, and prepared to gently lift Cancan's head with her other hand, but the other hand at her side lifted Cancan's slightly heavy head for her more quickly.
Wen Shuqiao withdrew his arm, looked up and saw Shen Jiazhou coming.
After Shen Jiazhou saw her arm retracted, he took the opportunity to carry Cancan and moved inside. Cancan was drowsy. She first glanced at her uncle who was holding her, then looked at her aunt who was standing beside her, and finally continued to fall asleep with peace of mind.
She stood up and said softly, "I'll go upstairs first, you should go to bed early too."
Shen Jiazhou hummed: "Good night."
Wen Shuqiao hummed: "Sweet dreams."
The door of the children's room was gently opened and closed. Shen Jiazhou then withdrew his gaze and looked at Cancan who was sleeping soundly.
He lifted the quilt and got on the bed. Not long after he lay down, the soft little baby beside him rolled over automatically and put his hands on him and touched him.
Shen Jiazhou sighed softly, grabbed his hand and placed it next to his ear. Sure enough, after touching his ear, Cancan stopped moving.
He tilted his head slightly and muttered helplessly: "I really don't know whether you are asleep or not."
The only answer he got was the sound of breathing nearby; Cancan was sleeping soundly.
Shen Jiazhou raised his hand and pinched his nose with his fingers: "Stinky kid."
He picked up his phone, ready to see if there was any missed message, but by chance, Wen Shuqiao sent him a message.
He pointed his finger inside and saw the photo they had just taken. In the photo, he and Wen Shuqiao were leaning towards the middle. Cancan, who was sitting in the middle, was smiling happily. Even the cats and dogs could see that they looked very happy.
Shen Jiazhou looked at it for a long time before moving his fingers. He planned to print it out tomorrow and put it in a photo frame. He could also show it to Shen Jiachen when he visited him on the weekend.
His son, Shen Shiyue, was raised very well by his aunt.
After exiting this photo, Shen Jiazhou discovered that Wen Shuqiao had sent him two more messages.
【Wen Shuqiao: Already changed, good night, Mr. Shen.】
This sentence was followed by a screenshot, which he could see clearly without clicking it.
His note changed from [Uncle Shen] to [Shen Jiazhou].
It can be regarded as giving his name back to him.
Shen Jiazhou snorted. Fortunately, he discovered it, otherwise, who knows how long this name with a sense of the times would follow him!
His fingers moved quickly across the screen and he sent a message to Wen Shuqiao.
*
Wen Shuqiao carefully placed the camera on the bedside table, sat on the bed and looked at it for a long time before she lifted the quilt and lay down. After turning on her phone again, she found that Shen Jiazhou had replied to her message.
[Shen Jiazhou: Aunt Wen, I received your message. Good night, I wish you a sweet dream.]
Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but curl her eyes. When she added it, she thought it was Cancan's uncle, so she just noted it without thinking too much. She never thought there was a boomerang.
She did not reply to Shen Jiazhou's message and was about to leave, but her eyes still lingered on the photo.
Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time she had a serious photo taken in front of the camera.
Wen Shuqiao's fingers slowly stroked the edge of the phone and his eyes moved to Shen Jiazhou.
He was still wearing the same dark green shirt he wore today, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When he held the cake, he exerted a little force with his arms, and the blue veins on his arms bulged like a dragon.
She didn’t know how long she stared at it. After she came to her senses, she exited WeChat.
Wen Shuqiao put his phone aside, pulled the quilt over his head and closed his eyes, but inexplicably, Shen Jiazhou's appearance could not be erased from his mind.
Unable to fall asleep, Wen Shuqiao simply opened his mobile phone again and typed keywords into a certain video software.
Catwalk, male model.
After looking at several of them in succession, Wen Shuqiao closed his eyes again.
I'm fine now and can sleep.
*
The next day.
After Wen Shuqiao communicated with the photography studio online, he went to the offline location with the flyers.
It wasn’t far, just around the area where Wen Shuqiao had looked for houses before. After getting off the subway and walking for about ten minutes, he finally found the office building.
Wen Shuqiao raised his head and looked up, thinking, it’s a good thing Cancan didn’t come.
When Shen Jiazhou went to the company this morning, he directly took Cancan away. Although Cancan was very unhappy, after hearing that her aunt was going to study, she still followed her uncle obediently.
But before they parted, Cancan spoke to her as pitifully as possible, asking her to pick him up as soon as she finished her studies, as he didn't want to go to jail with his uncle, which made Shen Jiazhou so angry that he carried him away.
Don't give him any chance to play the victim.
Thinking of the way they left, Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but laugh.
She took a deep breath, took out her cell phone and sent a message to the person in charge. After getting the exact floor, she stepped into the office building.
Coincidentally, the studio is also on the 16th floor.
After Wen Shuqiao went upstairs, he found that the entire floor was occupied by a studio. It was very large. It was said to be a teaching studio, but it also felt like it was open for business.
She went to the front desk to explain her purpose. As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a surprised female voice: "Beautiful sister, you are here!"
Wen Shuqiao looked in the direction of the voice and saw it was the little girl who had given her the flyer. Her name was...but she forgot what it was.
The little girl smiled, with her work badge hanging around her neck: "I was the one who handed you the flyers that day, just call me Xiaoqi."
She showed Wen Shuqiao the work badge around her neck.
Zhong Qi, her name.
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