Chapter 269 I'm Not a Fool
The car was driving steadily on the road. Wen Shuqiao came back to his senses and replied: [I understand. He seems to be fine now. You should go home early too. We have already left.]
【Xiao Miao: OK, let’s chat when we have time.】
Wen Shuqiao gave the phone to Cancan, and Cancan nestled in her arms and started tapping on the phone. An An had replied to the message a long time ago, but he was eating at that time and didn't see it.
Wen Shuqiao looked for a while and then turned his attention to Shen Jiazhou. He closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair, and tilted his head left and right, trying to find a comfortable position, but he was unsatisfied and his brows were tightly furrowed.
She was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently pushed his head down, resting it on her shoulder.
Shen Jiazhou opened his eyes suddenly, and he heard Wen Shuqiao ask, "Will this... be better?"
For some reason, he felt as if he was in the clouds, being held up by the clouds and feeling light and floating.
Wen Shuqiao leaned against the back of the chair, but kept his upper body straight so that Shen Jiazhou could lean on his shoulder.
Shen Jiazhou's gaze slowly withdrew from the baffle, lowered his eyes, and fell on the wrist close to his own.
Wen Shuqiao held Cancan with one hand, and the other hand was just lightly placed on Cancan's body. Because of his posture, his sleeve was pulled up a little, revealing his slender wrist.
How could I be so thin? I have asked Aunt Zhang to give me various kinds of nourishing food recently, but why does it seem like there is no effect?
Shen Jiazhou felt as if he had drunk some fake wine. His head was dizzy and his thoughts were also confused.
My head was still tense at first, but before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning against the bed.
Wen Shuqiao's body was actually tense as well. He had just stretched out his hand for some unknown reason. Now that he realized what was going on, he felt that something was very wrong.
However, he felt the weight on his shoulders seemed to be heavier. His head tilted slightly, but his chin just touched Shen Jiazhou's forehead. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or something else, but Shen Jiazhou's body temperature seemed a little high.
The sound of even breathing rang in her ears. Wen Shuqiao took a slow, deep breath, straightened her head, and was about to look out the window, but the head on her shoulder rubbed her neck gently like a kitten.
The hair feels like feathers, gently brushing against it and making it itchy.
Wen Shuqiao felt that his body temperature had also risen a lot.
After Cancan listened to the voice message sent by An An, she solemnly replied to him. Then she turned around to talk to her aunt, and saw that her uncle was leaning on her aunt's shoulder.
Eh? Is my uncle a child? Why does he still rely on my aunt?
Cancan pouted and wanted to call his uncle out in a malicious way, but his aunt covered his little mouth before he could make a sound.
"Hmm?" Cancan looked at his aunt in confusion.
Wen Shuqiao said, "My uncle is not feeling well now, don't bother him."
All right.
Cancan blinked to indicate that he understood, turned his head back, and started playing Candy Crush on his aunt's phone.
The system snorted: [You little rascal, you've been punished! ]
Cancan said: [You don’t understand. ]
Of course he can be naughty when his uncle is fine, but now his uncle is not feeling well, so he has to be good!
Just lend him your aunt’s shoulder. He is the most considerate child!
The system couldn't help but mutter, my uncle fought for it himself, who needs him to "borrow" it!
It was forty minutes later that the driver drove into the residential area. Shen Jiazhou was dazed and felt someone shaking him.
I was already uncomfortable, and the shaking made it even more uncomfortable.
Seeing that his uncle was still asleep, Cancan reached out his hands to hold his face and whispered, "Uncle? Uncle?"
My aunt said that I had to gently wake my uncle up, otherwise he would have raised his voice!
When Shen Jiazhou opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged version of the little chubby face.
His brain hadn't started to fully function yet and he was still confused. Why did this little chubby face look so much like his son Cancan?
Until I saw the chubby little face opening and closing his mouth and shouting, "Uncle, uncle?"
Only then did Shen Jiazhou realize that the little chubby face was really his Cancan.
Why is Cancan so chubby and Wen Shuqiao so thin?
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Shen Jiazhou's thoughts came back to normal. He moved his head. At this moment, he was still leaning on Wen Shuqiao's shoulder. For so long, she didn't even change her posture or call him.
He slowly stood up, his head still dizzy. When he looked over, he saw Wen Shuqiao moving his shoulders and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Shen Jiazhou was a little slow, and said, "Okay."
Wen Shuqiao seemed a little helpless: "It seems that he is still dizzy."
She sighed: "Get off the bus, we're here, go home and have a good sleep."
Shen Jiazhou watched her push open the car door and get out, followed by Cancan and Cake. He then slowly moved over and got out as well.
He didn't know what kind of wine he had drunk this time, but he felt like his body was out of control. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt something weak and he fell forward. He thought he would fall to the ground, but someone caught him.
He threw himself into Wen Shuqiao's arms, resting his head on her shoulder, his mouth filled with a familiar scent. The alcohol made his movements slow, but his thoughts became active.
It seemed like it was like this before. Why did he always throw himself into Wen Shuqiao's arms?
Would she think that she was a fool who couldn't even walk properly? But he was not a fool, he was Shen Jiazhou.
Wen Shuqiao was startled by his forward movement, and after catching him steadily, he asked with concern: "Jia Zhou, Jia Zhou? Are you okay?"
Shen Jiazhou hummed long and replied: "I'm not stupid..."
His words were a bit slurred, Wen Shuqiao didn't hear what he said clearly, and asked, "What?"
Shen Jiazhou now made it clearer: "I'm not stupid..."
After Wen Shuqiao understood what he said, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
It’s confirmed, he was really drunk and his words were completely irrelevant.
Shen Jiazhou seemed very dissatisfied with her laughing. He struggled to stand up from her arms and looked down at her face with a very aggrieved expression: "Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm not laughing at you." Wen Shuqiao coaxed, "Let's get on the elevator and go home. Cancan has already pressed the button."
Wen Shuqiao still held his arm: "Let's go, smart boss Shen, let's go home."
The word "smart" won Shen Jiazhou's heart. He nodded vigorously and then obediently followed Wen Shuqiao to the elevator.
Cancan held the cake's reins, watching Wen Shuqiao pulling Shen Jiazhou over, and said, "Auntie, I didn't take my Ultraman!"
I almost forgot about this.
Wen Shuqiao took Shen Jiazhou to the elevator and said, "Take good care of my uncle. I'll get it for you."
Cancan held Shen Jiazhou's finger and saluted: "Okay, Officer Aunt! I will keep an eye on Uncle!"
Wen Shuqiao let go of his arm and was about to walk back, but before he took two steps, his arm was grabbed by someone.
She looked back and saw Shen Jiazhou's slightly hot palm tightly grasping her wrist, and his eyes like obsidian, staring at her.
Wen Shuqiao explained: "I'm going to get something and will be here soon."
She pried Shen Jiazhou's hand apart: "He and Cancan wait for me here."
Shen Jiazhou's subconscious mind told him to reach out and grab Wen Shuqiao's wrist again, but this time, he caught nothing.
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