She Came To My Concert

When it came time to return to Jiangcheng, Zhu Wenshu felt that his neck was overwhelmed, so he woke up early to pack his luggage.

Ling Chen stood by the bed, watched her put the thermos bottle into the suitcase, and then squatted down to help her close the suitcase.

"There is still more than an hour to go to the airport." Zhu Wenshu said, "Ask the hotel to deliver breakfast?"

Ling Chen nodded habitually, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "You haven't eaten Xiaolongbao from Licheng yet, have you?"

Zhu Wenshu shook his head: "What's wrong?"

"Quite famous."

He zipped up the suitcase, and led Zhu Wenshu to get up, "Go to the airport after eating?"

"Is it far?"

"Not far, near the hotel."

Zhu Wenshu thought it was still early, so he agreed.

The sun is rare in Licheng. Although the temperature has not changed much, at least the whole city is no longer gloomy.

It's a pity that the hotel is located in an industrial area, and there are few people around who have the leisure to come out to bask in the sun.

Ling Chen didn't even wear a mask when he went out, he only wore a baseball cap, and walked slowly while leading Zhu Wenshu.

The distance of more than 600 meters, the two of them just walked for 20 minutes and still haven't arrived.

On the way, Ling Chen suddenly took out his mobile phone to take a look, then raised the hand holding Zhu Wenshu, and took a photo.

After taking pictures, he put his mobile phone in his coat bag and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Wenshu asked.

Ling Chen said lazily: "Ling Xingyan is back and asked me where I am."

Zhu Wenshu muttered in a low voice: "Then why are you taking pictures?"

"I can't open this mouth."

Ling Chen tilted his head and smiled, "Tell a bachelor that I'm with my girlfriend."

He squeezed Zhu Wenshu's palm, "Isn't it too much?"

"..."

Taking pictures is not too much, is it?

Zhu Wenshu smiled with his lips bent, and said nothing.

After breakfast, Ling Xingyan called Ling Chen to remind him, and the two didn't stay any longer.

After sending Zhu Wenshu back to the hotel, Ling Chen left a driver for her, and then met Ling Xingyan and went to work.

Today's flight was delayed for more than an hour. When Zhu Wenshu returned home, dusk had already fallen.

There was no light in the living room, and Zhu Wenshu smelled a strong smell of low-quality semen as soon as he entered the door.

She raised her hand to turn on the light, scanned the room, and frowned involuntarily.

There were unfinished takeaways on the table in the restaurant, and a lot of takeaway bags piled up at the door.

The kitchen trash can on the other side was also full, and several instant noodle bags were scattered on the ground.

She subconsciously looked into Ying Fei's room and saw that there was no light in the crack of the door. She knew she was still sleeping, so she sighed, put the suitcase aside and started to clean up the trash.

Although Ying Fei is a housewife, she loves cleaning very much. She never lets the takeaway food stay at home overnight, and she usually cleans the public areas very actively.

While wiping the table, Zhu Wenshu wondered if she had been sick these days.

But it's not right either.

If you are sick, how can you order spicy and greasy food like Malatang and Fried Chicken?

It took almost half an hour to clean up the living room and kitchen, and when Zhu Wenshu dragged his suitcase back to his room, he happened to meet Ying Fei coming out.

She was wearing baggy pajamas and her hair was a mess that looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

His face was even more greasy, and his eyes were covered with thick dark circles, as if he had just escaped from famine.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zhu Wenshu looked her up and down in shock, "Sick?"

"……without."

Ying Fei let out a sigh of relief, stared at Zhu Wenshu twice, then shook her head, "It's the end of the year, and I've been working on the manuscript for a few days day and night."

She still knows Zhu Wenshu well, knowing that she really doesn't understand why she looks like this.

If it had been a few months ago, she might have confided in Zhu Wenshu.

It's a pity that she has now confirmed that Zhu Wenshu is Ling Chen's fan, so naturally she can't say that.

"Oh, don't be like this all the time."

Zhu Wenshu felt relieved and said softly, "I thought something happened to you."

"fine."

Ying Fei buried her head and planned to go to the bathroom. After taking two steps, she remembered something, and turned her head, "I haven't confiscated the garbage yet, so I'll clean it later."

"I've already cleaned it."

Zhu Wenshu said, "You have a good rest."

"Um."

After entering the bathroom, Ying Fei immersed herself in washing her face with cold water, and leaned feebly on the sink.

On the other side, after Zhu Wenshu returned to the room, he opened the suitcase and took out all the clothes he had worn in the past few days to wash.

She never used a washing machine to wash her intimate clothes, and the weather in Jiangcheng was pretty good these days, so she simply took off all the bed sheets and quilt covers and threw them into the washing machine.

When she returned to the bathroom in her room and began to wash clothes by hand, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Because it was already a holiday, Zhu Wenshu thought that it would not be an urgent matter for the students, so he didn't rush there. He wrung the clothes on his hand and put them aside, wiped his hands before going out.

As a result, as soon as I got the mobile phone, the call was naturally hung up because no one answered.

It was Zhong Ya calling.

Zhu Wenshu was about to call her back when Shi Xueer's call popped up again.

"Hello

? "

When Zhu Wenshu picked it up, he was still tidying up the desk with his free other hand.

When Shi Xueer heard her voice, she didn't say a complete sentence for a long time. After shouting "Mr. Zhu" for a long time, she said excitedly: "Did you see it?! Oh my God! Ling Chen was really photographed Already! I rely on me! It's this morning!"