She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu: "Huh?"

In the receiver, Ling Chen chuckled.

"Then what are you doing now?"

Zhu Wenshu looked down at his empty hands, he couldn't say he was in a daze.

"I... didn't do it."

Ling Chen: "Okay, then I won't disturb you for now."

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu wrote a third question mark above his head, not quite understanding the logic of Ling Chen's call.

In the next second, she heard him say lightly, "Listen slowly."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Wenshu still kept his original posture, not understanding Ling Chen's meaning.

Until her attention slowly returned, she heard Ling Chen's song that surrounded the entire room in 3D.

Suddenly, Zhu Wenshu's cheeks flushed with an inexplicable blush.

Chapter 15

The ten-square-meter master bedroom seemed to suddenly become very small.

The air was compressed with Zhu Wenshu as the center, and Ling Chen's voice was all squeezed towards her.

With a "click", Zhu Wenshu pressed the pause button.

It's all because this autumn night is too gentle, and it fits so well with Ling Chen's singing.

It made her completely forget that his music was still playing in the room.

No wonder he asked her why she was in a hurry to go home.

It turned out that she was eager to go home and enjoy his songs.

Also "you listen slowly".

Zhu Wenshu recalled his tone, threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and sighed heavily.

The temperature dropped sharply after an autumn rain, and the ginkgo leaves were all over the ground, and the footsteps on it were a little more heavy in late autumn.

Ling Siyuan's short sleeves have all been put away, and a small woolen vest must be added to the autumn school uniform jacket to prevent it from being frozen.

Moreover, according to his recent careful observation, it is dark when he goes to school in the morning, which shows that winter is really coming.

This morning, the old god Ling Siyuan, who was sitting in the entrance to change his shoes and waited for the nanny, sighed on the ground, and said brokenly: "I'm tired of studying hard, and I have to pay tuition for studying. It's better to participate in the black society. There is food, drink and status."

"?"

Ling Chen, who was coming out of the room with a glass of cold water, froze for a moment.

This little kid is talking about something.

At this time, Ling Xingyan was away on a business trip and hadn't returned home yet. Aunt Xiao was cutting fruit in the kitchen and was going to bring Ling Siyuan to school in a crisper.

Ling Chen, who was going to the living room, suddenly thought of something while walking, then turned around and went to squat down in front of Ling Siyuan.

"Hey."

Ling Siyuan looked down at him, and said lazily, "First, I won't call you hello. Second, I'm in a heavy mood right now, and I don't want to chat."

"I don't have time to chat with you, I just want to ask you recently..."

He said that he didn't want to chat, but when he heard the two mature words "consulting", Siyuan immediately looked up at Ling Chen.

Ling Chen said unhurriedly, "Why don't you find trouble for me?"

"what?"

Ling Chen leaned closer, but lowered his voice.

"Your teacher is not looking for me anymore."

"what??"

"Ah for what."

"If you continue to do this—"

Ling Chen rolled his eyes and said lightly, "I will ask parents to let your father go in the future."

"?"

Ling Siyuan's legs stopped shaking suddenly, almost jumping up.

But he suddenly regained his senses, picked up the bright red scarf on his chest, and flaunted: "I won't be asked to be a parent anymore, I'm already a Young Pioneer."

Ling Chen snorted softly, "So powerful?"

Before Ling Siyuan could say anything, Aunt Xiao came out with fruit, "Yuanyuan, let's go."

Seeing that Ling Chen was also there, he said, "Are you awake or haven't you slept yet? There is still breakfast in the refrigerator, I put it in just now, should I take it out and warm it up for you now?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it myself later."

Ling Chen got up slowly, cast a glance at Ling Siyuan, "Go to your school, little pioneer."

"Humph."

Ling Siyuan stood up and shook his schoolbag.

As soon as he opened the door, he remembered something, and said to Aunt Xiao while holding the door frame, "Auntie, I want to have a few words with uncle alone."

"Yo, you still have a secret with your uncle."

Aunt Xiao smiled and said, "Then I'll press the elevator and wait for you."

When she went out, Ling Siyuan turned to look at Ling Chen eagerly.

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows in the living room: "What are you doing?"

"Uncle...that's..."

Ling Siyuan glanced back at the door, made sure that Aunt Xiao's back was facing this way, then opened her schoolbag, took out a few crumpled hundred-yuan bills from the interlayer, and handed them to Ling Chen, "This is the pocket money I saved up. Money, I think . . . is . . . "

"So much?"

Ling Chen took a sip of water slowly, "You want to send me away with money?"

Ling Siyuan hesitated and said: "No... that is, can you help me rush into the game, the level of 648, here is 700 yuan."

Seeing that Ling Chen didn't speak, Ling Siyuan said again: "You can keep the remaining fifty-two yuan and spend it yourself."

"You are so generous, but what—"

Ling Chen wanted to play, so he pushed his money back, "It depends on the money

You can't buy me off, it depends on your performance. "

"Yuanyuan? Are you ready? If you don't come out, you will be late!"

"Oh! Here we come!"

After answering Auntie, Ling Siyuan still wanted to say something, but Ling Chen had already gone to the room.