She Came To My Concert

After staring at the ceiling for a while, his eyes slowly moved to the piano music box at the head of the bed.

After pressing the button and playing it twice, she sat up, remembering that she still had something to do, so she got up and went to the desk to turn on the computer.

After typing a few words, I felt that such a single melody was a bit monotonous after listening to it for a long time, so I got up again and turned on the Bluetooth speaker.

The playlist still stays at Ling Chen's playlist that was selected last time.

After writing the lesson plan for the teaching competition for a while, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Zhu Wenshu was concentrating on it, and without taking his eyes off the computer, he said directly, "Please come in."

Ying Fei pushed open the door, "My blower fan is broken, you—"

Before she finished speaking, she heard the song playing in the room, and suddenly swallowed the sound, her expression was a little subtle.

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, my blower fan is broken."

Ying Fei continued, "May I borrow yours?"

Zhu Wenshu: "Okay, on the sink."

The two lived in a two-bedroom, one-living room. Zhu Wenshu was the master bedroom with a bathroom, so all her toiletries were in her room.

Ying Fei went in to get it by herself, seeing that Zhu Wenshu was busy, she didn't say anything, and walked out lightly.

While the music was flowing, Zhu Wenshu's thinking was very smooth, and the keyboard flew up.

So much so that when the wechat voice call rang, she frowned, not wanting to interrupt her train of thought.

But the bell kept ringing, and she couldn't really ignore it.

Zhu Wenshu sighed, saved it carefully, then got up and went to the bed.

The moment she picked up the phone, she frowned and stared at the screen in confusion.

Ling Chen?

Why is he calling at this time?

Could it be that something happened to Ling Siyuan?

One second before pressing the answer button in a hurry, Zhu Wenshu remembered the embarrassment of the last call again.

She paused, then turned off the bluetooth speaker cautiously, and then answered the phone.

"Hi, what's the matter?"

The other end of the phone was very quiet, without any noise.

But as soon as Ling Chen opened his mouth, Zhu Wenshu was dumbfounded.

"Mr. Zhu, is it convenient for you to lend me some money now?"

Zhu Wenshu: "Huh?"

She suddenly raised her mobile phone and repeatedly confirmed who was calling her.

Ling Chen was right.

This voice, I am afraid that there is no second one in the world.

However, Ling Chen...asked her...to borrow money?

"Really, are you... in a hurry?"

Zhu Wenshu asked.

"Well, there is something wrong with the bank card, it's urgent." Ling Chen said, "I won't find you if it's not urgent."

that's true.

This kind of star can find a people's teacher to borrow money, isn't it just a rush to the doctor?

However, how much do celebrities like them have to borrow money when they open their mouths?

And Zhu Wenshu just paid her salary a few days ago, so she knows her bank card balance very well.

"But..." Zhu Wenshu sat up straight, and asked cautiously, "I have already saved my money, and I don't have much money in my card. How much do you want to borrow?"

"Borrow—" Ling Chen paused, "Twenty thousand?"

"Twenty thousand?!"

Zhu Wenshu opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Then, I only have a little left..."

"……Oh."

Ling Chen's tone was not too urgent, and his speaking speed was a bit slow, "Is there enough for you to eat these few days?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Not really.

Seeing her silence, Ling Chen asked, "Why don't you talk?"

Zhu Wenshu: "Struggling in my heart."

Ling Chen: "How long will we have to struggle? I'm really in a hurry."

Zhu Wenshu lowered his head: "It's almost there."

Ling Chen chuckled, "Then I'll send you my account number?"

"Row……"

Zhu Wenshu just graduated not long ago, and the money was saved by herself, and she still felt a little pained at the thought of lending it out, "When will you pay it back?"

"Next week."

Ling Chen said, "Don't worry, I won't run away with the money."

Too.

Even if he ran away, his son was still in her hands... No, he was in her class.

No matter how bad it is, she can still expose him.

But thinking about it this way, Zhu Wenshu still doesn't feel safe after all his savings have been lent out.

She felt that she had to give Ling Chen a sense of urgency to pay back the money.

"Well... I actually have a pretty good appetite. You know we have to stand for more than forty minutes in one class, and sometimes two consecutive classes, so I must add a chicken leg to every meal, otherwise I won't be able to eat. I’m full, if you don’t return it on time, something will happen to me.”

Ling Chen: "Well, don't worry, you won't be denied chicken legs."

Is the focus on the legs?

Zhu Wenshu was speechless, but at this moment, all her thoughts were thinking about how she would survive on more than seven or eight hundred yuan until the next salary was paid if he didn't pay back the money, and she didn't care too much about him.

"Then... I'll transfer the money to you now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Ling Chen's voice on the other end of the phone, and said, "Is this considered a pass?"

Immediately afterwards, he said: "Thank you very much, Teacher Zhu, for your trust. I don't really want to—"

At this time, Ying Fei knocked on the door and came in with her head.

"I'll return the fan."

In the receiver, Ling Chen's words stopped abruptly, and Zhu Wenshu also raised his head to look at Ying Fei in a daze.