Chapter 222 Hey, prawns, hey, prawns
He was familiar with the smell on Wen Shuqiao and Cancan. It was the incense in the laundry room. Every time after washing clothes, the aunt would light the incense to give the clothes a pleasant smell that was not strong but very light.
He had never smelled such a scent on Cancan before, so he thought that this time the aunt had directly smoked him.
He had been smelling this scent for so long that he could be said to be immune to it, but when he suddenly smelled it on someone else, he had an indescribable feeling.
Wen Shuqiao looked at Shen Jiazhou who fell between him and Cancan, wondering why he didn't move. But then he thought again and realized that he probably didn't react. Although he was still sitting on the sofa, his upper body was pressing on them, and Cancan's hand was pressing on his neck.
"Jia Zhou?" Wen Shuqiao called his name softly again.
Shen Jiazhou felt his ears itchy, and a light breath passed by his ears.
Shen Jiazhou felt the hand on his waist move, and the skin under his clothes felt hot as if it were on fire.
He raised his head and looked at Wen Shuqiao who was very close to him.
Wen Shuqiao lowered his head slightly and looked at him puzzledly.
When their eyes met, neither of them reacted until Cancan asked cheerfully, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
This sentence was like a switch, instantly bringing the two speechless people back to reality.
Wen Shuqiao looked at his hand that was still across Shen Jiazhou's waist and immediately retracted his hand. Shen Jiazhou did the same. He didn't dare to look at Wen Shuqiao at all. He stood up suddenly, which scared Cancan.
Cancan looked blankly at his uncle who stood up from the sofa: "Huh? Uncle? What's wrong with you?"
He widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Uncle, why is your face red? Why is your neck also red? And your ears..."
Before Cancan could finish her words, Shen Jiazhou had already walked quickly towards the study without saying a word, leaving behind only a slightly hasty back.
"Hey?" Cancan followed Shen Jiazhou's back with a puzzled look. After watching his uncle walk into the study, he retracted his gaze and asked, "Aunt, what's wrong with my uncle? He looks like a big shrimp!"
Then he ate it in two or three bites, hehe, big shrimp, hehe, big shrimp.
Wen Shuqiao felt his ears getting a little hot. He had just hugged Shen Jiazhou's waist subconsciously because he was afraid that he would be taken away by Cancan. But now that he had come to his senses, he realized how inappropriate it was.
However, Wen Shuqiao quickly convinced herself that she was just afraid that Shen Jiazhou would get hurt. She just didn't expect Shen Jiazhou to have such a big reaction.
Seeing that her aunt ignored her, Cancan pouted, held her face with both hands, and pressed her forehead against her aunt's forehead, and asked fiercely, "Aunt, why don't you look at me?"
Wen Shuqiao came back to her senses. She leaned back and separated herself from Cancan a little, but Cancan's little hands were still holding her face tightly, and it seemed that she really didn't understand.
She moved Cancan's hand away from her face and said, "Cancan, don't suddenly hook someone's neck like this in the future. My uncle is about to fall down."
Cancan blinked his eyes and said, "But my uncle didn't fall."
"It's because you and I caught my uncle." Wen Shuqiao said seriously, "If you hadn't caught my uncle, he would have fallen to the ground. If there were sharp objects nearby, he would have been scratched."
"I, I just want to play with my uncle." Cancan murmured, "I don't want my uncle to get hurt."
Wen Shuqiao's expression eased a little, and she said, "It's not just my uncle, there are other children playing with you, you have to protect yourself too, understand?"
Wen Shuqiao took him off his lap and said, "You need to apologize to your uncle."
Cancan nodded quickly, without Wen Shuqiao's urging, and ran quickly to the study where her uncle disappeared as soon as she agreed.
The door of the study was not closed tightly. When Cancan pushed it open, he saw his uncle doing exercises on the floor.
He walked in puzzled and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Shen Jiazhou raised his head, his hands still on the ground, and saw Cancan coming in. He said, "Close the door."
Cancan turned back and closed the door. When he came in again, his uncle was still exercising. He walked over and squatted beside his uncle. He tilted his head and asked curiously again: "Uncle, what are you doing? Uncle, you are so long!"
I never realized before that my uncle's was so tall, even longer than a seesaw.
"Do push-ups." Shen Jiazhou said, "Calm down."
Cancan said "oh" and then said, "Uncle, can I wipe your sweat off your face?"
Shen Jiazhou glanced at him and asked, "Why did you come in?"
Cancan felt guilty, and he said, "My aunt just criticized me."
Shen Jiazhou's arms, which were about to bend, straightened a little. He turned his head to look at Cancan: "What did my aunt say about you?"
Cancan repeated to Shen Jiazhou what Wen Shuqiao had just said. Although his words were a little ambiguous, Shen Jiazhou still understood the general meaning.
He started doing push-ups again, his heart pounding and he felt inexplicably irritated.
After doing it for a few times, I still felt annoyed and simply said, "Come on up, I'll carry you."
Cancan said "yeah" and climbed up obediently. Shen Jiazhou said, "Hold my neck tightly."
Cancan squirmed forward a few times, hugged Shen Jiazhou's neck tightly, hung her head on his side, and whispered: "Uncle, I won't do that again in the future, can you forgive me?"
Shen Jiazhou didn't say anything, he just kept doing push-ups.
Cancan was a little curious. He whined when he went down, and wowed when he went up, and kept muttering, "Uncle, you are so awesome!"
It's like riding a merry-go-round. It went up and down like that that day too.
It turns out that my uncle is a merry-go-round!
Shen Jiazhou stretched out his arms, tilted his head slightly, and pressed his face against Cancan's. "Are you singing a symphony? Don't talk."
Cancan hummed and moaned: "No, I want to talk. Uncle, I will sing for you! Teacher Lili taught me to sing today, and it sounds so good."
He had been thinking of performing for his aunt after dinner, so now was a good time to sing for his uncle.
Shen Jiazhou refused without hesitation: "No."
Cancan didn't care, she hugged her uncle's neck tightly, and sang with all her heart: "Little Swallow~穿发一~"
I don’t know if it was because the exercise took away some of his energy, or because Cancan’s singing voice was so beautiful, but Shen Jiazhou’s restlessness soon subsided.
He lay on the ground: "Get down."
Cancan asked reluctantly: "Uncle, I still want to play, I will continue singing for you!"
"No." Shen Jiazhou said, "Go sing it for your aunt."
Cancan thought about it and said, "Then remember to tell Auntie that you are not angry with me anymore! Don't let Auntie misunderstand!"
…
Shen Jiazhou lay on the ground and didn't move.
Who cares whether Wen Shuqiao misunderstood or not.
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