She Came To My Concert

Chapter 42

"Slow down, don't worry."

Zhu Wenshu helped him to sit up, and just as he was considering whether to let him dress himself, he was already stretching his toes to put on his shoes.

The result was that he got up in a hurry before the soles of his feet touched the ground, but when he tried to use force, his whole body went limp, and he almost fell off the bed.

"I told you not to rush."

Zhu Wenshu supported him in time so that he would not fall down.

After all, it was a seven or eight-year-old child, who suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, and was in pain for a long time, so it is strange that he has strength.

Zhu Wenshu sighed, leaned over and picked up the shoes to help him put them on.

When he got up again, he found that Ling Chen had walked over at some point, and without saying a word, he picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on for him.

His eyes seemed to be impatient, but the movements of his hands were very meticulous and methodical. He put one arm in one arm, and at the same time pulled the cuff of the shirt to prevent it from being rolled up.

Finally, he quickly buttoned up the jacket, and even knew how to reach into the hem to pull on the wool vest.

Zhu Wenshu raised his eyes and looked at Ling Chen in disbelief.

"Aren't you good at taking care of people?"

Hearing Zhu Wenshu's words, Ling Chen's movements froze and his eyes dimmed.

He didn't say anything after that, he picked up Ling Siyuan with one hand, and picked up the medicine bag beside the bed with the other.

"go?"

"Ok."

The sun went down very early today, and the street lights made the shadows of the three of them very long.

Maybe Ling Siyuan was a bit heavy, and Ling Chen walked very slowly.

"I'll transfer the medical expenses to you."

Zhu Wenshu: "More than two hundred, but you don't have to give it to me."

"It's not good."

Ling Chen squinted at her, "Mr. Zhu, we are just high school classmates who have known each other for seven or eight years. You don't have to treat him like your own son."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She pursed her lips, trying to make her speechlessness not so obvious, "That's not what I meant, so that Siyuan can get medical insurance."

"……Oh."

Ling Chen walked a few steps forward in silence, and asked, "How do I get medical insurance?"

Zhu Wenshu: "One card is enough, you don't have to worry about it."

"Row."

The two were talking, and unknowingly arrived at the gate of the hospital, Ling Chen's car was already waiting at the gate.

Seeing them coming out, the driver pressed the automatic door.

Ling Chen bent down and put Ling Siyuan down, letting him get into the car by himself.

"Send you off on the way?"

Zhu Wenshu thought of the mountain of things waiting for her to deal with in the office, feeling exhausted, sighed and shook his head, "No, I'll just take a taxi."

"Did you take so long, do I have to—"

Ling Chen pressed down on the brim of his hat, and said in a low voice, "Will the teacher have a meal?"

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu glanced at Ling Chen, and then there was new news coming in, she quickly lowered her head and typed, "No, no, I should."

"What should I do? I should thank you."

Ling Chen's voice fell on top of Zhu Wenshu's head.

She stopped looking at her phone and looked up at Ling Chen.

"I appreciate your kindness, but let's take Yuanyuan home to rest first. If you are still not feeling well tomorrow, please ask me for leave."

A taxi happened to pass by, and Zhu Wenshu hurriedly stopped it.

"Then... I'll go back to school first."

In the twilight, Zhu Wenshu's hair was dotted with a faint light.

She leaned into the back seat and closed the door.

When the taxi drove away from Ling Chen, he saw Zhu Wenshu waving at him with his lips slightly parted, as if saying "goodbye".

Ling Chen didn't respond, and watched the taxi merge into the traffic before turning around and getting into the car.

"uncle."

As soon as he was seated, Ling Chen heard Ling Siyuan calling him from the back row.

"What are you doing?"

He leaned forward, resting his small head on the side of the neck pillow of the car seat, looked at Ling Chen with a crooked face, and spoke surprisingly.

"Do you want to have cp with my teacher?"

Ling Chen: "..."

He turned his head slowly, and looked at Ling Siyuan.

"Do you know what cp means?"

Ling Siyuan stared at Ling Chen in disbelief and a little disgust.

"Which row are you at the Terracotta Warriors Station? You don't even know!"

"..."

Ling Chen glanced at him coolly: "I'll ask your dad to quit your internet addiction when I go back."

It made Siyuan blush: "You! Uncle, you are getting angry from embarrassment!"

Ling Chen: "...Come on, read to me, annoyed, it's n, not l."

He turned his head and plucked Ling Siyuan's hair, "How did your Chinese teacher teach you?"

Ling Siyuan: "You are old! I'm not wrong!"