She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu took the initiative to speak, "I'm a little worried—"

Before the word "Ling Siyuan" could be said, Ling Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Just like last time, Zhu Wenshu's body froze instantly as his breath and body temperature swept over.

What's different is that this time Ling Chen didn't hug her so tightly, but his face was buried in her neck, and his scorching breath patted on her skin one after another.

After hugging like this for a long time, Zhu Wenshu regained consciousness in a fog, his limbs still seemed to be floating in the air.

She felt like a marionette now, and she didn't know what made her move twice.

But because of this movement, Ling Chen rubbed his chin on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't push me away."

The threads on his body were tightened from all directions, making Zhu Wenshu not move even when he was extremely nervous.

"I……"

It took a long time for the mouth that was still able to move to spit out a sentence, "There seems to be someone outside."

The voice fell, and the arm gently resting on her side suddenly tightened.

Ling Chen took her into the door and pushed her back at the same time.

There was a "bang".

The black door was closed, and at the same time the owner of the house, Ling Xingyan, was shut out.

Chapter 41

At first, Ling Xingyan stood alone at the door and waited.

Later, it was dark, and he waited at the door with his son and nanny.

"Dad, why can't we go home?"

Ling Xingyan crouched in a corner, hugging his knees, his upper and lower eyelids fighting with sleepiness.

"hold on."

Ling Xingyan hugged his son into his arms, "Let's wait a little longer, maybe your uncle will move out soon."

"Why?"

Ling Siyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, "I don't want my uncle to move away."

Ling Xingyan choked, and said perfunctorily: "You don't understand now, but you will understand when you grow up."

"Daddy always says that."

Ling Siyuan grumbled, "I've grown up, I'm eight years old, not a three-year-old anymore."

Ling Xingyan hit Heqie and didn't want to talk any more, so he took out the spare phone and showed Ling Siyuan a cartoon.

Probably hearing the noise, the neighbor who had just returned home took two steps to this side.

"Why are you squatting here?"

Ling Xing said, "The lock is broken, wait for someone to fix it."

There are only two families on the first floor of this building. The two families often meet in the elevator, and both have children of the same age, so they have a good relationship.

"Then you come to my house and wait, it's very cold today."

Thinking of having a child, Ling Xingyan did not refuse.

When opening the door, the neighbor suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where are your relatives?"

Ling Xing said, "What relative?"

The neighbor said "Oops" with surprise on his face, "Don't you know? In the evening, there was an old couple who were on the slide and asked one by one. They said that they were distant relatives of your family who came to seek refuge. They asked where your house is. layer."

The adults suddenly became quiet, and they all smelled danger.

Ling Xingyan originally rushed back today because he received a call from the nanny. Hearing this, he glanced at the nanny, motioned her to take care of the child, and then walked towards the property monitoring room of the community.

There was only one small light turned on in the living room, which could illuminate a corner of the sofa.

With the faint light, Zhu Wenshu leaned against the door, with Ling Chen's palm on his back, and gradually felt his body temperature warming up.

I don't know how long I hugged him like this, but Zhu Wenshu still couldn't relax, and his feet began to feel numb.

But what's the point of going on like this? How would Zhu Wenshu explain it when Ling Siyuan saw him in a while?

Am I having a friendly physical exchange with your uncle?

Thinking of that scene, Zhu Wenshu's heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, began to speed up again.

At this time, Zhu Wenshu heard that there seemed to be movement outside the door, and quickly pushed Ling Chen.

At this moment, Ling Chen seemed to be defenseless, so he was pushed away.

He staggered back a few steps, still with his head down, his crumpled clothes loosely covering his body, like a fragile patient.

Zhu Wenshu had the illusion that she was using too much force just now.

Wanting to make amends a little bit, she stretched out her hand, but retracted it a second before touching Ling Chen.

"Did you drink too much?"

After Zhu Wenshu finished asking, he sniffed vigorously, but he didn't smell a trace of alcohol.

But Ling Chen's state at this time is really like a drunk.

He hung his head, put his hands in his pockets, and his shoulders were slumped. He no longer had the usual tall and straight figure, but he looked like he was nestled in the back row of the classroom all day long when he was back in high school.

"Yeah." He replied in a low voice, "I drank too much."

"Oh, then...you should rest early."

Just as Zhu Wenshu was about to touch the doorknob with his backhand, someone grabbed his outstretched wrist.

"Are you going to leave just now?"

"I just came to see—"

"Is this the end?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

"Then..." After a moment of silence, Zhu Wenshu asked sincerely, "What else should I think?"

While saying this, Zhu Wenshu caught a glimpse of some red scraps of paper on Ling Chen's hair.

Subconsciously, she stepped on her feet and leaned towards him, trying to see what it was.

When the two faces were gradually approaching, the breathing was wrong, causing Chen to suddenly lean back like a spring.

.

"You don't have to look at it that way."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

What's the matter with this man.

Just now she was pulling her into his arms, but now she is like a chaste woman, running 800 meters away if she gets a little closer.