She Came To My Concert

One second, two seconds...

Neither of them made a sound.

Until a man holding a mobile phone passed by them at the other end of the corridor, he didn't stop or give them a glance.

Baby, the decoration of this restaurant is really beautiful. While talking to the person on the phone, he moved the camera so that the subject of the video could see the scenery clearly, It is indeed the place where the princess comes to eat. bring you here.

It turned out that it wasn't a sneak shot, it was a video with my girlfriend.

As the man walked away, the guard in Ling Chen's eyes gradually disappeared.

Looking down again, when he looked at the person in his arms, he suddenly froze.

Holding her head with his arm, he didn't let go immediately, but he didn't make any other movements, just hugged her so rigidly, motionless.

There were no other sounds around, Zhu Wenshu raised his head slowly, and met Shang Lingchen's eyes.

Her strength seemed to be taken away by more than half suddenly, and her hands were still on his chest.

Her ears were buzzing, but she clearly felt that his heart was beating faster than hers.

Chapter 32

The sound of unfamiliar footsteps is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhu Wenshu was still in a daze, trying to find the strength to support his body in the narrow space formed by Ling Chen's arms and chest.

Chen heaved a sigh of relief until the figure of the man completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

I thought it was a sneak shot.

He let go of his hand, froze in the air for a moment, and patted Zhu Wenshu's head again.

gone.

Oh, I see.

Knowing the reason, Zhu Wenshu still couldn't get away from the intimate contact just now, and stood for a few seconds before turning his head and following Ling Chen into the box.

After sitting down, neither of them spoke.

Zhu Wenshu lowered his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with the smell of Ling Chen.

If there is nothing, it smells a little nice, but it's not a perfume smell.

Hello, this is the menu.

The waiter made a sound, interrupting Zhu Wenshu's thoughts.

A full five minutes passed.

The waiter stood by the table and wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by the weird atmosphere in the box.

The man didn't speak, he was still wearing a mask, and his hat was pushed down very low. He occasionally flipped through the menu and didn't say what to order, looking absent-minded.

The girl on the opposite side was not much better, she carefully flipped through the menu, but didn't order anything, as if the superior came to inspect the work anonymously.

It's just that the waiter didn't know, and the silence of the two people was different.

One has not recovered from the episode just now, and the other clenched his fists looking at the menu price.

Excuse me, the waiter finally couldn't help but ask, Do you need to introduce the dishes?

Ling Chen glanced at her, then simply closed the menu and asked the person opposite: Mr. Zhu, do you need it?

Ah? No need.

Zhu Wenshu took a closer look, quickly turned two more pages, looked at it carefully for a while, pointed to a set meal and said, How about this set meal for two?

Ling Chen: OK.

The waiter came forward to accept the menu, and said at the same time: The main dish of this set meal, Jamón Serrano, has been naturally seasoned for more than a year. It is only seasoned with coarse salt. It is simple and natural. It will be cut by the chef later...

what?

Zhu Wenshu only heard one important point, What legs?

Waiter: Spanish mountain ham.

Oh. Zhu Wenshu nodded, Then this is it.

OK.

After the waiter left the box with the menu, Ling Chen began to take off his hat and mask.

Zhu Wenshu looked at his slow movements, and in just a few moments, he had expected that the two of them would fall into silence again after he finished all this.

It's not the first time we met, and there were times when we ate alone before.

It was just because of the episode just before entering the door that broke her preset peace and calmness.

Is the Spanish mountain ham raw?

After a while, Zhu Wenshu decided to find something to say, I rarely eat raw food.

Ok.

Ling Chen folded the mask carefully, without looking up at her, Then why didn't you order chicken legs just now?

...What chicken legs cost five hundred and five.

Zhu Wenshu muttered, The price in our school cafeteria is only five yuan and five.

Not three dollars and five?

Ling Chen followed suit.

I'm talking about the teachers' cafeteria of the Experimental Primary School, not the cafeteria of our No. 1 Middle School.

Zhu Wenshu smiled, I didn't expect you to remember such a trivial matter.

Ling Chen still didn't look up, but just said um in a low voice.

A few years ago, before prices soared, the stewed chicken legs in their high school cafeteria only cost 3.5 yuan.

In the third year of high school, the study tasks were heavy, and evening self-study was added. Every day, lunch and dinner were settled in the school cafeteria. The stewed chicken legs in the cafeteria at noon every Wednesday were almost the few remaining pleasures in Zhu Wenshu's boring study life.

One morning, Zhu Wenshu got up late, and hurried to school without eating a few bites of breakfast.

After a few classes, she was very hungry, eating the relief buns Zhong Ya gave her outside the corridor, and said vaguely that she needed to buy two chicken legs at noon today to make up for her hunger today.

Unexpectedly, in the last math class, the teacher dragged the class to explain the test paper.

The students in other classes left the class lively

, When they passed by their class, they didn't laugh and play without quality, which made people's hearts itchy.

After a while, a few art and sports students in the back row began to sneak out of the classroom from behind, but the teacher ignored them and continued to talk about the topic in a leisurely manner.