She Came To My Concert

The two stopped and turned their heads.

Zhu Wenshu ran up to Ling Chen in two or three steps: "Don't you pay much attention to DingTalk group? I never see you reply when I usually post notifications."

"what……"

Ling Chen was puzzled, "Things?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Also, how could one expect Ling Chen, a big star, to use nails like this.

"How about this, let's add a WeChat." Zhu Wenshu lowered his head and began to take out his mobile phone, "I usually contact you directly on WeChat if there is anything that Ling Siyuan needs, so as not to keep getting through the phone."

Ling Chen's eyes fell on her mobile phone for two seconds, and then slowly moved to her face, neither refusing nor agreeing.

But inexplicably smiled.

Zhu Wenshu felt that his smile had a deep meaning, and immediately added: "It's about communicating with Yuanyuan. I will never give your WeChat to others, don't worry."

"Father! Add it!" Ling Siyuan also grabbed the corner of Ling Chen's clothes and shook it gently, pouted, and said pitifully, "Otherwise I won't be able to find you every time..."

Facing Ling Siyuan's frantically suggestive eyes, Ling Chen sneered and took out his phone.

"Yes, yes."

He looked down at his phone, opened the WeChat QR code, and said calmly: "But I don't guarantee that I can see and reply to your message in time."

"It's okay, I...Huh?"

After scanning the QR code, Zhu Wenshu raised his eyes in surprise, "You didn't set up friend verification? Can you add it directly?"

Ling Chen didn't speak, and looked straight at Zhu Wenshu with a faint smile.

In late autumn, it is sweltering and hot, and even the air is hot and dry.

Zhu Wenshu felt that Ling Chen's smile was chilly.

After staring at each other for a while, Zhu Wenshu was still puzzled.

Ling Chen closed his eyes, turned his wrist, opened the friend list, and scrolled down.

I found Zhu Wenshu's WeChat account.

Zhu Wenshu: "...?"

Then, he clicked on the dialog box and sent a "1".

[Sorry, you are not the other party's friend yet, please add the other party's friend first before chatting. 】

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Help.

Help! !

Why is this so! !

At the end of this midsummer, Zhu Wenshu's cheeks are turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the sunset glow in the sky.

She didn't remember when she added Ling Chen at all, and she didn't remember that there was such a person in her wechat at all.

I don't know if it was when I cleaned up my friends, I deleted all the people who didn't comment or spoke...

When I deleted it, I decided that there would be no more intercourse in this life, who would have thought that I would be captured face to face by the deity? !

"that……"

Zhu Wenshu's face has changed several times, but Ling Chen just looked at her and didn't speak, as if I'd like to see how you explain it.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't delete my friends on purpose."

Ling Chen even blinked slowly.

"so?"

And Zhu Wenshu's fingertips were hot, and his eyelashes kept flapping to cover up his erratic eyes.

"I forgot that I added you as a friend. I didn't remember it at the time, so I deleted it by mistake."

"..."

After a while, Ling Chen said softly, "You might as well not explain."

Then grabbed Ling Siyuan's schoolbag strap, turned around and went down the stairs.

Twilight is closing in, and there is only the last ray of setting sun in the sky surging under the black clouds.

In the kitchen, the pork ribs wrapped in wheat flour were put into the pan, and the hot oil burst into flames, overflowing with aroma.

Ling Xingyan returned home, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, then went to the cooking counter in the restaurant to pour water for a drink.

After taking a breath, Ling Xingyan wanted to ask Auntie Xiao, the nanny, about her son's situation, but she was cooking, there was a lot of oily smoke, and the door was closed, so she shouldn't be able to hear the sound from outside.

So he decided to go directly to his son's room to have a look.

Holding a water glass, just about to take a step, the door of the house suddenly opened.

Who else is coming at this point?

Ling Xingyan was wondering when he saw his own son walking in with his schoolbag on his back.

"dad!"

Ling Siyuan jumped up and hugged his waist, rubbed his hair, then turned to look at the kitchen, "It smells so good! I'm hungry! Let's eat!"

Following behind him was Ling Chen.

Ling Chen walked in, glanced at his cousin and manager, "You're back?"

Then, without waiting for him to answer, he walked straight to the study.

"Wait a minute."

Ling Xingyan finally came back to his senses, ignored his son, and followed Ling Chen, "Did you take Yuan Yuan out to play?"

"No."

Ling Chen took off the mask and folded it, then threw it into the trash can in the aisle, "I'll pick him up from school."

"what?"

Ling Xingyan thought he heard it wrong, "Are you going to pick up Yuanyuan from school? Did you pick him up at school?"

"if not?"

"?"

"……What's wrong with you?!"

Ling Xingyan almost choked on his own saliva, and his face was flushed, "Auntie Xiao doesn't know how to pick it up? Do you want to trouble you?"

Compared with the excited Ling Xingyan, Ling Chen's mood is much calmer.

He pushed open the study door and piled the things on the sofa to the corner

Luoli, then nestled in as if there were no bones, and even picked up a magazine to cover his eyes.

"Is there any problem with me picking up my nephew from school?"