She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu looked back at her, "I ate in the school cafeteria."

"Oh, okay."

Ying Fei was about to carry the takeaway back to her room to eat, Zhu Wenshu saw her turn around, remembered what happened just now, and asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly ask me if I like Ling Chen?"

"what……"

Ying Fei turned her head and said slowly, "I saw the album on your desk, so I asked you if you are his fan."

"I do not--"

The answer was almost blurted out, but Zhu Wenshu suddenly smiled helplessly, "You should have asked that just now, what do you like or not..."

Ying Fei frowned, puzzled.

Is there any difference between the two?

"Anyway, I'm...not his fan."

Zhu Wenshu said.

Not really.

Ying Fei made up her mind and nodded, "Oh, so, I see that you buy albums and listen to songs, and you asked about concert tickets before, so I just asked casually."

"No, I asked for the tickets for a friend."

Standing under the light of the balcony, Zhu Wenshu couldn't see Ying Fei's expression in the dark entrance, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll just ask."

With the light behind her back, Ying Fei didn't say anything, "I'll go in for dinner first."

When she returned to the room, she turned her back to the door and sighed helplessly.

Although Zhu Wenshu said he wasn't Ling Chen's fan, he still liked it somewhat.

Otherwise, in this day and age, who has nothing to do to buy CDs and keep them at home.

In fact, even Ling Chen's fans are not surprising.

He is very popular now, and there are many people who like him.

But just because he is popular, there are also many black fans.

Unfortunately, Ying Fei is one of Ling Chen's black fans.

She just didn't expect that her roommate would have the tendency to become Ling Chen's fan.

But it seems to be okay for now, Zhu Wenshu likes it a little bit, as long as she is not a fanatic fan who talks about Lingchen in front of her all day long, she can turn a blind eye.

the other side.

Zhu Wenshu blew the evening breeze on the balcony for a while, and also planned for the room.

When she passed the door of Ying Fei's room, she glanced sideways.

Although Ying Fei didn't say anything, Zhu Wenshu vaguely sensed that Ying Fei didn't like Ling Chen very much, did she?

Tut tut.

Zhu Wenshu shook his head and pushed open the door of his room.

As soon as he picked up the phone, he saw the message Ling Chen replied a few minutes ago.

[c]: Because.

【c】: No one answers my calls.

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Popularity is bad.

When it was time to leave for the studio, Ling Xingyan directed the staff in the suite to make preparations.

Liu Leyou also packed his things and prepared to leave.

After greeting Ling Chen, he turned to thank Ling Xing again.

"Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule. I will take care of the interview. I will give you a review as usual before sending it out."

Ling Xingyan shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, it's getting late, be careful on the way back."

Lu Manman saw the opportunity and stepped forward to help Liu Leyou get things.

"It's okay, I'll take it myself."

Liu Leyou took his bag, and just as he walked to the door, Ling Chen, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, suddenly stopped him.

"By the way, the part about borrowing money during the interview—"

Ling Chen looked up from the phone, looked at Liu Leyou, "Please cut it."

"Huh? Cut it off?"

Before Liu Leyou could speak, his little assistant spoke first, "Why?"

Ling Chen stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows for a moment, then turned around and said, "Isn't it a bit embarrassing for people to find out that my friend is not very willing to lend me money?"

"No! It's very interesting!"

Another staff member of Liu Leyou also said, "That teacher is also very cute, this part is my favorite."

Ling Chen looked at Liu Leyou and said nothing.

"OK, no problem."

Liu Leyou was not as surprised as his team, and said calmly, "It was just a small game at first, and it would distract us from the subject of this interview, so I will cut it out."

"thanks."

When Liu Leyou left with his people, the suite was quite empty.

Ling Chen got up and asked the stylist to arrange his clothes again.

Ling Xingyan sent Liu Leyou to the door, turned around and came back, and when he passed by Ling Chen, he said in a low voice: "Why don't you want to borrow money? I think you are afraid that the whole world will know that she has to add chicken legs to every meal." , ignore you."

Ling Chen turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to talk to the stylist, as if he didn't notice someone standing beside him.

The stylist fiddled with it for a while, then turned to get the setting spray from the other side.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ling Xingyan smiled and whispered, "I'm still a teacher, where do I teach? Junior high school or high school?"

"The cuffs are a little tight."

Ling Chen turned to talk to the stylist, ignoring his cousin directly.

"Tell me about it."

Ling Xingyan simply sat down, crossed his legs, and teased, "Maybe my son can still go to acquaintances when he goes to school."

"unfortunately."

Ling Chen glanced at him expressionlessly, "He teaches elementary school."

Ling Xingyan heard the words

Spreading hands: "Then there is no chance, tsk, what a pity."

Autumn in Jiangcheng is rainy, and it is continuous at once, and black clouds weigh heavily on the city from morning to night.

It was the weekend, and Zhu Wen Shuben wanted to stay at home, but the next door was being renovated, and the electric drill tossed all morning. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and went to the city library with her computer and books.