She Came To My Concert

Ling Chen originally just wanted to come up to take a look at Zhu Wenshu's situation. He knew she had a roommate, so it was impossible for her to stay overnight.

Just looking at this scene at the moment, the two women in the room seemed to be quite drunk, he frowned helplessly, turned his head and asked Zhu Wenshu: "Why do you drink so much?"

Zhu Wenshu stood dumbfounded, and shook his head after a while: "Not much."

Ling Chen's eyes fell on Ying Fei and Shi Xueer.

"Hello." The two haven't blinked since he came in, and there is no reaction at this time, "If there is nothing else, I will take her away first?"

Quiet, still quiet.

It was so quiet that Chen would think that these two people were in JPG format——

If it wasn't for Ying Fei's sudden belch.

"..."

Ling Chen sighed, and took Zhu Wenshu, "Let's go."

When the door was closed, the figures of Ling Chen and Zhu Wenshu completely disappeared from sight.

Ying Fei turned her head mechanically and looked at Shi Xueer.

Afterwards, Shi Xueer also looked at her. Three seconds later, the two raised their hands in unison and gave each other a slap in the face.

outside the door.

Ling Chen took Zhu Wenshu for two steps and found that her pace was very slow, so he stopped and asked, "Can you still walk?"

Zhu Wenshu stared ahead and nodded.

So Ling Chen took her to the elevator again, "How much did you drink?"

"A bottle of plum wine."

Zhu Wenshu stared at the elevator door, blinked, "I'm not drunk."

That's good.

Ling Chen was still thinking when he pressed the elevator, but he couldn't tell that Zhu Wenshu could hold a lot of alcohol.

If you give him a bottle of plum wine, he probably won't be able to stand upright right now.

"Ling Chen."

Zhu Wenshu suddenly called him.

Ling Chen: "Huh?"

"Why is the elevator door crooked?"

Zhu Wenshu tilted his head and said flatly, "You straighten it up."

Ling Chen: "..."

Just then, the elevator door opened.

Without saying a word, Ling Chen hugged Zhu Wenshu horizontally.

Zhu Wenshu suddenly flew into the air, and subconsciously hugged Ling Chen's neck tightly.

She struggled only after entering the elevator.

"What are you doing? I'm not drunk, I can go!"

Ling Chen ignored her, approached the elevator door sideways, and pressed down one floor with his elbow reluctantly.

Although Ling Chen walked fast, he walked steadily.

Zhu Wenshu, who was already dizzy, hooked his neck, ups and downs with his movements, much like the feeling of being hugged by grandma when he was a child and coaxed him to sleep.

So before Ling Chen walked out of the community, Zhu Wenshu fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was on an unfamiliar bed.

The ceiling is very high, as if floating in the sky, and a black and white geometric lamp is dimly lit.

Zhu Wenshu turned his neck and saw a large floor-to-ceiling window reflecting the lighthouse in the distance.

She blinked and sat up suddenly.

She twisted her wrist because she moved too fast, and she let out a "hiss" in pain, before she realized that her head was about to explode.

"woke up?"

Hearing a familiar voice suddenly, Zhu Wenshu looked up, and saw that the bathroom beside him was lit, and Ling Chen was wearing a set of gray house clothes, leaning against the door and looking at her.

After being silent for a while, Zhu Wenshu looked at him steadily, and said word by word: "This, is, where?"

"my home."

"oh……"

Zhu Wenshu asked again, "What time is it?"

Ling Chen straightened up, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Five o'clock."

"It's five o'clock?"

When Ling Chen approached, Zhu Wenshu felt a chill on his body, and then thought of him just coming out of the bathroom, so he asked, "Are you taking a shower at five o'clock?"

Ling Chen glanced at her and said nothing.

But the look in his eyes was so meaningful that Zhu Wenshu couldn't help but look sideways.

The bed was a mess, the pillow was sunken, and the place where her palm was holding it was still warm.

"..."

She swallowed, "I didn't do anything, did I?"

Ling Chen leaned over and said softly, "What do you think?"

In fact, when people are drunk, they don't sleep deeply.

Zhu Wenshu had a vague impression, and some fragments of body sensation remained in her mind. The picture was very fragmented, like a montage, so she thought she was dreaming.

After all, she had this kind of experience during the few days when she slept with the bed in Licheng.

But at this time, she thought that she had been drinking, and she couldn't help but start to doubt herself.

She moved her gaze down slowly, lowered her head, and glanced at her clothes.

Isn't that good?

It was still the close-fitting sweater she was wearing today.

"Am I drinking crazy?"

Ling Chen made a "tsk" sound, without saying a word, and stretched the quilt to lie down.

Then turned his back to Zhu Wenshu and said, "Zhu Wenshu, your wine quality is really bad."

"..."

Ling Chen's back looked as if he had been wronged.

And he shut up after dropping this sentence, Zhu Wenshu couldn't help thinking about it.

What the hell is going on with her?

The room was silent.

Ling Chen didn't close his eyes after lying down. Although he didn't read Zhu Wen's book, he couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile when he felt her bewilderment.

She was really not honest last night.

After lying down, he always sticks to the person, trying to treat him like a plush toy, touching him for a while, and rubbing his chin for a while.

In the dead of night, the heating in the room was dense, making Chen sweat very quickly.