Chapter 290 Using His Heart as a Drumstick
At the beginning of the video, it shows Cancan's face. He is looking at the screen of his mobile phone seriously. I don't know what he is looking at, but soon the camera changes from selfie to rear-view.
In the video, Shen Jiazhou flashed by himself sitting on the sofa. He was confused, but soon saw the answer.
He saw "himself" staggering towards the kitchen. No, why was he going to the kitchen?
The bright camera seemed to know what he was thinking and followed.
Wen Shuqiao is in the kitchen.
Drunk, he stood behind Wen Shuqiao like a wall. From Cancan's perspective, he blocked Wen Shuqiao completely.
Shen Jiazhou's eyes widened. No, what was he doing? Why was he blocking Wen Shuqiao?
His mind seemed to be going around in circles, as if the machine was stuck and couldn't load the signal. Then, he saw Wen Shuqiao holding his hand. Cancan was a very good photographer, and she captured the helplessness and pampering on her face clearly.
"It's better if you don't remember it when you wake up."
Wen Shuqiao muttered something, and it was recorded clearly.
This video is actually not very long, only about two minutes at most, but it contains a lot of information in these two minutes.
First of all, he knew Wen Shuqiao very well, she couldn't have held his hand for no reason, and secondly, he knew himself very well, she must have been a hooligan... for sure...
Shen Jiazhou felt like he was going to faint. He lost his grip on the phone and it fell directly on his face, stunning him.
Without caring about the pain, Shen Jiazhou quickly picked up his phone, stood up from the bed, and sat up. He watched the video from beginning to end in disbelief.
He is acting like a hooligan.
He is following suit.
He was acting coquettishly with Wen Shuqiao.
Shen Jiazhou screamed, then thought of something and covered his mouth tightly.
Let him faint, let him faint, let him faint!
This is not true, this is definitely not true! The person in this video is definitely not him, Shen Jiazhou, hahaha, how could it be him, Shen Jiazhou, it's so funny, it's impossible, absolutely impossible.
But the face in the video is him.
Every look, every expression, every movement is him.
Shen Jiazhou leaned back against the head of the bed, his face dazed.
He sobered up quickly that day and asked Cancan if he had done anything wrong. Cancan said no.
He also asked Wen Shuqiao in a roundabout way, and Wen Shuqiao also said no.
Now watching this short few minutes of video, Shen Jiazhou felt like his soul had left his body. He tried hard to remember what happened that day, but he just couldn't remember it.
What on earth did he do?
Wen Shuqiao had such a good temper that he didn't even punch him.
The phone vibrated, and Shen Jiazhou came back to his senses. He looked down at the phone and found that it was a message from Wen Shuqiao.
When Shen Jiazhou saw the three words "Wen Shuqiao", it was like a hot potato. He couldn't hold it firmly with both hands, and his hands fell on the quilt, and he couldn't help but look.
[What's wrong with you? I passed by your door and I seemed to hear you calling out, do you need my help? I'm at your door now.]
She... is at the door...
Shen Jiazhou didn't even dare to touch his phone, as Wen Shuqiao soon sent another message.
[Are you okay? Do you want me to come in? ]
Shen Jiazhou's brain had crashed. He buffered the message and the next second, a knock on the door reached his ears.
"Jia Zhou, are you okay?"
Shen Jiazhou looked towards the door mechanically, not knowing how he had lifted the quilt. He walked over with his hands and feet together, took a deep breath, pressed the doorknob, and opened the door.
Wen Shuqiao was standing at the door, hesitating whether to go in directly, when the door opened.
She looked inside with some curiosity, and looking upwards, she saw... Shen Jiazhou, whose face was completely red.
Wen Shuqiao was startled. She hurriedly asked, "Why are your face and neck so red? Are you okay?"
As she spoke, she subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead. Her hand was a little cold, and when her hand touched Shen Jiazhou's skin, Shen Jiazhou trembled.
Wen Shuqiao asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Jiazhou looked at her worried face, her red lips opening and closing, and her fingers.
That day, she held his hand with the same hand that was touching his head now...
"Jia Zhou?" Wen Shuqiao was a little anxious because she hadn't received a response. She withdrew her hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Shen Jiazhou stared at her and blinked twice slowly, like a rusty machine being lubricated, his voice became hoarse: "I'm fine... I'm hot." To be more precise, it smells...
Hot?
Wen Shuqiao was even more confused: "Are you really okay? I feel like you're not in a good condition right now, and your face seems to be getting redder and redder..."
Especially my ears, they felt like they were bleeding.
"It's okay..." Shen Jiazhou replied awkwardly: "I, I may have drunk a little wine at night, it's normal, I'm fine, really fine."
Shen Jiazhou had regained some of his rationality, he thought desperately. However, whenever he saw Wen Shuqiao, he felt a tugging sensation in his brain.
On one hand, let him calm down, and on the other hand, let him ask bravely.
And his heart has been beating non-stop since he saw the video. When he saw Wen Shuqiao, he even wanted to play the electronic drums for her, using his heart as a drumstick.
Wen Shuqiao raised her head slightly and looked at him, but Shen Jiazhou's eyes were always on her. She dodged for a moment, then realized that she had crossed the line by touching his forehead directly.
She took a breath and said, "Then call me if you need anything. I'll be next door and will be here soon."
Shen Jiazhou said dryly, and Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Go to bed early, good night."
Seeing Wen Shuqiao was about to go back to the children's room, Shen Jiazhou didn't know where he got the courage from, and suddenly said, "Can I..."
Wen Shuqiao stopped and looked back at him.
Shen Jiazhou insisted, "Making an... rude request?"
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