Chapter 183 Mrs. Shang has a package for you

"I have a dinner." Shang Jianghan went to hold her hand. Because she was dressed warmly, the girl's hand was warm. "Why didn't you contact me when you got there?"

Shen Chaoxi was stunned, and soon realized that this might be a misunderstanding.

"I'm not here to look for you. I just went shopping with Zhongli. She left for something, so I'm going to take a taxi home."

After saying that, Shen Chaoxi glanced at his empty hands again and added, "I asked the store to deliver the clothes I bought."

The girl looked confused as she spoke.

In this secret marriage, Shang Jianghan felt uncomfortable with the other party's cautious behavior.

It is only natural for the wife to come and see me.

If Shen Chaoxi wasn't so shy, he really wanted to keep her by his side.

Shang Jianghan let go of her hand and looked over.

"It's just an ordinary drinking party. Do you want me to take you up there to meet some people?" he asked tentatively.

Sure enough, the girl shook her head.

"Why should I interfere with your work? Just go and do your work, and find a driver to take me home."

If she said she wanted to take a taxi, it probably wouldn't be possible.

Shang Jianghan sighed, thinking that if he really let her go up, she might not feel natural, but he didn't want to let her leave like that.

"Zhongli called and said you were across the street. How about this, I have a room here, you can stay up there for a while and have something to eat, and then we can go back together when we're done."

Shen Chaoxi nodded.

The top-floor presidential suite in Jingjue is the room that Shang Jianghan has booked all year round.

In the past few years, he had a lot of social engagements, and it was inconvenient for him to go home after drinking, so he rested here.

The stuff inside is very complete.

When Shen Chaoxi came in, he immediately felt a familiar atmosphere.

Soon, the waiter brought in dinner.

Shen Chaoxi had some snacks in the afternoon and was not hungry, so he just drank a few sips of soup.

Bored, she made a video call to Diandiandi.

The kindergarten assigned us a painting assignment today.

The two little guys looked sad.

They are both good at writing, singing, dancing, and mental arithmetic, but they are not allergic to painting.

Zhong Hongguang always cheated poorly on every painting assignment.

Today, Zhong Hongguang was out for a social event and no one could help them.

So, on the other side of the video, the brother and sister who were not very enthusiastic pouted their lips and looked worried with painted faces.

"Don't worry about them. They are dependent by nature and get worried when they encounter difficulties. It's all because of their father!"

I have to say that Yao Chun’s educational method is very alternative and correct.

Don't spoil your children, but respect their preferences.

Shen Chaoxi gave some advice.

"They are still young, and many of their interests have not yet been formed. Even if they don't like painting in the future, it won't be considered biased."

At this point, Yao Chun talked about how Shen Chaoxi was excellent in all subjects when he was in school.

"No way, I never get full marks in Chinese."

Composition is a big hurdle.

"Xixi, when will your postgraduate exam results be released?"

"In previous years, it was around the 10th day of February, probably before the Chinese New Year. There must be time to prepare for the retest."

Speaking of the Chinese New Year, Yao Chun thought that this year was Shen Chaoxi's first year after getting married.

"What are your plans for going back to your parents' home on the second day of the New Year?"

These words were tentative, and Yao Chun lacked confidence.

Shen Chaoxi didn't care much about the question of customs. When asked this question, he only thought about it for a moment and blurted out the answer.

"I'll go see you and Uncle Zhong on the second day of the Chinese New Year, and then set a time to go to grandma's."

On the other side of the video, Yao Chun was stunned at first, and then became very excited.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Your uncle Zhong and I will make good preparations. We must entertain the new son-in-law well!" With this happy event, Yao Chun was so happy that he gave Diandian Diandian special pardon.

"Stop painting. You've got your face all covered in ink. Today is the last time you'll ask your dad to come back and help you. Next time you have to do it yourself!"

"well!"

"Then chat with your sister for a while."

Shang Jianghan socialized until a quarter past ten, and when he came back Shen Chaoxi was already asleep on the sofa.

The phone fell to the floor.

When Shang Jianghan bent down to pick up her phone, Shen Chaoxi, who was in a light sleep, opened her eyes drowsily.

"I'm back. What time is it?"

The heater is on in the room, so I don’t feel cold. Instead, my face becomes rosy when I sleep.

Shen Chaoxi lay there motionless, still trying to come back to his senses.

Shang Jianghan took off his coat, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and then unbuttoned his cufflinks and watch.

"A quarter after ten. Shall we stay here tonight?"

"Yeah," Shen Chaoxi nodded, stretched his hand to hook the man's shoulder, and his voice was soft as if he had just woken up: "I don't want to go back either, listen to my brother!"

At night, calling "brother" sounds more natural than during the day.

Shang Jianghan was willing to cooperate, so he lowered his head and kissed from the forehead to the lips.

The two of them couldn't control themselves hugging each other like this, so Shen Chaoxi pressed the pause button.

"You haven't showered yet. You must have been drinking. You also stink of cigarettes from other men. Go take a shower!"

This was the first time someone disliked her body odor, and it was another man's fault. These words successfully made Shang Jianghan laugh.

He pinched the girl's upturned nose, stood up, and picked her up at the same time.

"It's a bit unbearable. I'm afraid it won't be clean. Why don't you rub it for me, Madam? Madam, do it yourself, and don't complain anymore."

The sentence took several turns, as if it had a hook.

Shen Chaoxi has always known that this man is really a hypocrite, and he always uses one trick after another to trick people.

There was a bouquet of pink and white roses in a blue-white porcelain vase on the suite's coffee table. It was specially ordered by Shang Jianghan an hour ago.

It was such a big bouquet. When placed in the suite, the intoxicating fragrance spread instantly.

Just like now, even if it is abandoned on the coffee table of an empty, luxuriously decorated suite, it still exudes a charming fragrance.

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Two days later in the afternoon, Shen Chaoxi had just returned from Yao's house.

Her white Audi was stopped as she passed the gatehouse.

After the guard finished his greeting, he handed her a brown paper bag.

"Mrs. Shang has a package for you. We have scanned it and confirmed that it is not dangerous."

Although there are less than ten villa buildings in the Chongyuan Road area, all the residents here are either rich or noble.

The villa has the highest security index. For incoming letters like this, unless the owner brings them in himself, they will be checked at every level after passing through the gate.

"Thank you!" It was Shen Chaoxi's first time to receive a courier from the gate, and he was curious but did not forget to express his gratitude.

Mr. Shang has always been generous to the villa property staff, distributing gifts and red envelopes during festivals, so naturally they are also treated with special courtesy.

"You're welcome, Madam Shang. This is what we should do!"

There was a vehicle driving in from behind, so Shen Chaoxi could only drive away quickly.

After returning home, she changed her clothes and opened the brown paper bag in the living room on the first floor.

The surface of the paper bag only said "Send to No. *, ** Street, Mrs. Shang", but the specific sender was not clearly written.

The brown paper bag was very light and when it was opened, there were only a few photos inside.

Shen Chaoxi took a look and his face changed drastically. Then he put the photos away and went upstairs.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Shang Jianghan returned home on time.

The kitchen had already set the table five minutes ago.

Shang Jianghan entered the hall, changed into slippers and quickly went upstairs.

Just now in the hallway, Lao Zhao had informed us that his wife received a file bag from the gate in the afternoon. After opening it, she became unhappy and went to the study on the second floor. She did not come out for the whole afternoon.

Mrs. Liu told Lao Zhao these words after careful consideration, with the purpose of passing them on to her husband as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)