She Came To My Concert

Chapter 72

Everyone here is acquaintances, and there is no process of polite greetings.

After a while, the box door was pushed open again.

A middle-aged woman in a plain trench coat came in, took off her sunglasses, and glanced inside.

"Yo? I was the last to arrive?"

Someone laughed and said, "It should be, which performance by Mr. Song was not the finale?"

Song Lelan gave him a sideways glance, and pointed to Chen: "I'm old, I was shot to death on the beach, and now it's Ling Chen's finale."

Hearing this, Ling Chen just smiled, and immediately got up to help her open the seat beside her.

Today's dinner can be regarded as a gathering of big names, but most of them are behind-the-scenes people like Zhang Yuxuan.

The only real artists in front of the stage were Ling Chen and Song Lelan who arrived last.

Unlike Ling Chen, a rising star, Song Lelan has been popular for more than ten or twenty years. Even if her output is less now, no one will question her status.

In the era of the fan economy, Song Lelan is not seen on the voting list, but her old songs dominate the listening list of various music software all the year round.

However, although Song Lelan said that she was shot to death on the beach, she actually took good care of the younger generation.

Especially Ling Chen, she admired him very much, and usually treated him like a younger brother.

After greeting Zhang Yuxuan, Song Lelan took off her coat and sat next to Ling Chen.

The moment she raised her hand, Ling Chen noticed a shiny diamond bracelet on her wrist.

The acquaintances had a relaxed dinner, and even Ling Chen, who had never smoked or drank alcohol, drank two glasses of red wine with him.

Of course, the reason why he doesn't drink is not only to protect his throat, but also because his alcohol capacity is really bad.

It was only the third cup, and his face was already red, even his neck was flushed.

"Ling Chen, what's the matter with you?"

Suddenly, Song Lelan said in a voice that only two people could hear, "You have been staring at my bracelet since I entered the door."

Ling Chen lowered his head and smiled, "It's beautiful, where did you buy it?"

"Bought it? Then you look down on me. This is Bartholomew's undisclosed design. It was specially given to me. Where can I buy it?"

Ling Chen said "Yes" lightly, "It's really special."

Song Lelan: "Why, do you want to buy one as a gift?"

Ling Chen: "Yes."

Song Lelan lowered her voice, "Girlfriend?"

Ling Chen: "No."

"Hey."

Song Lelan thought it was quite funny. After so many years in the entertainment industry, this was the first time he saw a male celebrity who would blush when he mentioned "girlfriend".

But she is not someone who breaks the casserole and asks the bottom line. She just touched her bracelet and said with a smile, "Actually, there are two bracelets, one is the double chain in my hand, and the other is single chain. It is suitable for younger people." My son's girl. I originally wanted to give my baby, but if you Lingchen asked, it's not impossible to give it to you, what a big deal."

"No, I'll give you the money."

Afterwards, Ling Chen held the goblet and lightly touched the wine glass in front of her.

Then look up and gulp it down.

"Thank you for cutting love."

"We don't talk about money because we know each other so well, but your sister is the only thing in the world, and you just dismissed me with a glass of wine?"

Song Lelan suppressed a smile, "At least three cups."

Unlike Ling Chen, who ate twice a day, Zhu Wenshu never went out after returning home, and the dinner was also taken out.

Although it was the weekend, the young teachers were under pressure from various professional titles. They had just finished a competition class last week and had to prepare for a new public class right after.

This time, Zhu Wenshu, as a representative of the young teachers of the experimental primary school, did not dare to be sloppy. He wrote the lesson preparation outline over and over again, and only started writing the text after confirming that it was correct.

At nine o'clock in the night, she was writing deeply, when the cell phone beside the table rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was Ling Chen's WeChat voice call, Zhu Wenshu was a little confused.

I don't know what else Ling Chen wants to do at this late hour.

"Hey?"

After picking it up, the other party didn't speak for a long time.

He yelled twice more, but still didn't hear a response, Zhu Wenshu thought he had accidentally pressed his phone.

Just as he was about to hang up, he spoke.

"Congratulations."

With just three words, Zhu Wenshu could smell the strong smell of alcohol across the screen.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked.

"Well, have a drink."

Listen to your voice yourself, did you just drink a little?