She Came To My Concert

"Oh, just put it on the table."

Ying Fei put the blower back on the desk, glanced casually, and saw the album on the desk.

She hasn't retracted her arm yet, after thinking about it, she still couldn't help asking: "Do you like Ling Chen?"

"what?"

Zhu Wenshu neither heard Ling Chen continue to speak, nor what Ying Fei said, "What did you say?"

Ying Fei pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and repeated: "I said, do you like Ling Chen?"

"Snap".

Ying Fei didn't hear Zhu Wenshu's answer, but saw her press the phone hard.

She lowered her eyes, and only then noticed that Zhu Wenshu was on the phone with someone just now.

"Are you on the phone? I'm sorry, I'm going out first."

Zhu Wenshu was stunned and said nothing.

Until Ying Fei closed the door, she slowly lowered her head and stared at the phone.

The screen stayed on the call log that she hung up on.

Reluctantly, she raised her hand to brush her long hair.

Oops, what happened to her, she just hung up...

But if you don't hang up——

Whether she likes it or doesn't like it, it's hard for her to say these two answers.

But after thinking about it, Ling Chen might not have heard what Ying Fei who was standing by the door said.

While hesitating what to do next, the phone suddenly vibrated twice.

[c]: What are you panicking about?

[c]: I don't like it if I don't like it, and I won't be angry.

Chapter 18

"I just accidentally pressed it."

delete.

"It's not that I don't like it..."

delete.

"Don't get me wrong, I like you a lot."

delete.

At last.

Seeing that she had repeatedly typed eight hundred times without letting out a fart, Xu Shiling Chen offered to ease her heart.

【c】: It's been ten minutes since I typed, I wish the teacher.

[c]: You don't need to explain to me, it doesn't matter if you don't like me, I don't care.

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Why did she feel more embarrassed?

It's all about nothing.

She was obviously a big star who borrowed money out of kindness to turn around, so how did she become——

etc.

Isn't it a loan?

She suddenly sat up again and typed quickly, intending to express euphemistically that she did not "dislike" him.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Where's your bank card account number?

[Zhu Wenshu]: I'll pass it on to you.

【c】: No, just kidding.

[c]: I just played a small game just now, I don't really want to borrow chicken legs from you.

[Zhu Wenshu]:?

【c】: I don't really want to borrow money from you.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Oh...

[Zhu Wenshu]: What game? Really Dare?

[c]: About the same.

【c】: A small interview.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Oh.

A few seconds passed.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Interview? ? ?

[Zhu Wenshu]: What kind of interview with a camera? ?

[Zhu Wenshu]: Is it the interview on TV? ?

[c]: Hmm.

【c】: CCTV interview.

[Zhu Wenshu]:? ? ?

[C]: What's wrong.

What did you say!

What's wrong with you!

If she had known that this was an interview, she would have pretended to be generous even if she pretended.

Well now, people all over the country will not only know that she is digging and searching.

You will also know that she has to add a chicken leg to every meal.

She is the teacher of the people...

After this, how can I establish dignity in front of the students.

Zhu Wenshu heaved a long sigh.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Then... when will this interview be broadcast?

[c]: The day after tomorrow.

[Zhu Wenshu]: So fast? ?

[c]: So nervous?

[Zhu Wenshu]:! ! !

[c]: The one who lied to you is not CCTV, but a music blogger.

"..."

Zhu Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good that's good.

But she was a little curious.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Which blogger?

【c】: Liu Leyou.

never heard of that.

It seems that there is no reputation.

Thinking so, Zhu Wenshu secretly opened Weibo and searched for this person.

Seeing the number of his fans at a glance, Zhu Wenshu thought he was dazzled, so he brought the phone closer, and when he really saw the number of fans, his eyes almost went dark——

Instead of being ashamed by music bloggers with tens of millions of fans in this new trend, it is better to be ashamed on CCTV!

The breath that was finally relieved was lifted again.

Zhu Wenshu lay down flat and found a step for himself.

So what if there are more than 10 million fans, Ling Chen didn't name her when he called her.

Who knew it was her.

but……

Zhu Wenshu thought for a while and asked again.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Why did you call me?

Ling Chen never came back.

Zhu Wenshu guessed that he was also busy, so he got up and went to the kitchen to get an orange, intending to give himself a smooth ride.

Who knew that when peeled off the beautiful orange peel, the flesh is so sour that a blind man can open his eyes.

There is really no trust between fruits and people now!

Zhu Wenshu listlessly threw away the remaining oranges in his hand, and walked towards the balcony with drooping steps, intending to catch the wind.

The door lock on the other side of the room rang, and Ying Fei hurried out to open the door with her mobile phone in hand.

After taking the takeaway, she turned her head and saw Zhu Wenshu on the balcony, and said, "Have you eaten yet?"