She Came To My Concert

But it seems that Ling Chen is not in the mood to care about these things now, he doesn't have many contacts, and almost all working relationships are maintained by Ling Xingyan.

So Ling Xingyan rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the study to find an unused mobile phone. After charging it for a while, he inserted Ling Chen's old card into it to see if there was anything important. After checking, he could tell Lu Man Man writes off all associations.

A few minutes after turning it on, a strange call came in suddenly.

Ling Xingyan was not sensitive to numbers, so he answered angrily: What are you doing?

There was no imaginary voice in the ear, but an elderly female voice who listened cautiously.

Ah Chen... are you asleep? I'm grandma.

Ling Xingyan's eyes froze, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

After a while, he said coldly, You made a mistake.

The sound of gurgling water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, Zhu Wenshu came out.

The newly bought mobile phone was placed by the table, and Ling Chen sat quietly on the sofa, his coat had been taken off, he was wearing a thin sweater leaning against the pillow, his eyelids were drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking, his expression looked a little strange nature.

Done the call?

Zhu Wenshu just heard voices in the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Ling Chen suddenly turned to look at Zhu Wen's book.

The overall decoration of the hotel is warm yellow, the lights are not too bright, making Ling Chen's complexion paler than usual, the lights are reflected in his eyes, but they seem to be shaking.

But when Ling Chen saw Zhu Wenshu staring at him, he looked away.

It's over.

Is there nothing urgent?

When he came up, Ling Chen dismantled the new mobile phone and played with it in his hand. He didn't show any special expression. He just said that since he had the mobile phone, he was afraid that Ling Xingyan would not be able to reach him in an emergency, so he asked the driver to go downstairs and buy one for him. Card.

without.

Ling Chen said, Report for safety.

Just as he finished speaking, Zhu Wenshu's cell phone rang.

She took it out and looked at it, then pinched it off.

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then picked up the phone and swiped

You take it.

Zhu Wenshu: Huh?

Ling Chen didn't speak, Zhu Wenshu thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: It's not a phone call, it's an alarm to remind me to sleep.

oh……

Ling Chen paused, then casually put down the phone, leaned his head on the sofa, I thought your parents were urging you to go home.

Zhu Wenshu tilted his head to look at him, but didn't answer.

Ling Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he also turned his head to look over.

how?

I wish the teacher will teach you a lesson today.

Zhu Wenshu sat next to him, with a straight and serious posture, You can't have double standards in life.

She raised her hands to hold Ling Chen's shoulders, but due to her short height, she felt that she was not imposing enough, so she raised her chin and said, Look, there are so many people who like you, thousands of——

Ling Chen suddenly tilted his head and rubbed Zhu Wenshu's hand with his cheek.

But I only like you.

Zhu Wenshu's next words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

She pursed her lips, the back of her hand was itchy from Ling Chen's chin.

You shave.

Zhu Wenshu withdrew his hand, curled up his fingertips, It's so itchy.

Ling Chen raised his head slowly, carefully touched his chin with his palm, I only shave in the morning.

After a while, he squinted at Zhu Wenshu, Where are you itching?

As we all know, Ling Chen's voice is one of the best in the world.

However, few people could hear his voice when he whispered, with a little breath, rubbing against the eardrums.

...

It didn't itch at first, but now it itches everywhere.

Zhu Wenshu coughed twice to cover up his wild thoughts, I have to go home.

After she finished speaking, she got up to leave, but Ling Chen suddenly took her hand again.

So early?

When he said this, he still tilted his head. Looking at it from Zhu Wenshu's perspective, he looked very much like...

Can you— Zhu Wenshu didn't think too much, and blurted out, Stop acting like a baby?

...

Ling Chen's expression froze suddenly, he stared blankly at Zhu Wenshu for a while, then turned his face away a little stiffly.

Zhu Wenshu curled his lips and smiled, Let's go.

Turning around, she found that Ling Chen was pulling even tighter, her jaw line was tense, she pursed her lips and bowed her head without speaking.

After staring at it for a while, Zhu Wenshu still sat down.

Then let me sit with you for a while.

The room was suddenly so quiet that the only sound left was the breathing of the two of them.

Ling Chen lowered his head, wrapped Zhu Wenshu's hand with his palm, and rubbed her fingertips with his thumb.

Her fingers are well-proportioned and slender, her nails are neatly trimmed, and there is a thin callus on the side of the tip of her index finger, which is the trace of holding a pen all year round.

Zhu Wenshu writes beautifully in chalk. She used to contract the blackboard newspapers in the class, so there are always a few days in each semester when she has to go to the back row after class, stepping on the table and raising her hand to write blackboard newspapers.

So Ling Chen has seen her hands many times.

But never thought that one day he would be able to hold this hand openly.

After a while, Zhu Wenshu received a message from her parents asking if she had come home.

I really have to go home. Zhu Wenshu's voice was a little muffled.

In fact, the two of them didn't do anything here, but she just wanted to continue to sit down. Thinking that Ling Chen would have to go back to work in Jiangcheng early in the morning, she even wanted to sit here for a night.