She Came To My Concert

Chapter 83

The busy work of this day is really exhausting.

After pulling out his hair, Zhu Wenshu kicked off his high heels, and put his legs into the flat shoes that were kept aside without anyone noticing.

"Okay, Zhihao passed the test, you can go home, your mother is still waiting for you outside."

After speaking, Zhu Wenshu looked at the last child in the office.

In fact, Ling Siyuan probably felt a little wronged. As soon as he came to school today, many students chattered around him, asking him so much that he forgot all the text he memorized last night.

When Zhu Wenshu was reciting his back, he opened his mouth and said, "There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone. I know it's not Xue, but my uncle is Lingchen."

Zhu Wenshu was startled, and so was Siyuan.

Then he was left to recite the text.

"Is Yuan Yuan ready to recite?"

Zhu Wenshu asked.

"Hmm! There are several branches of plums in the corner! Ling Han blooms alone!"

Ling Siyuan folded his hands behind his back, puffed his chest and said, "Yaozhi is not Xue—"

He slowly looked behind Zhu Wenshu, blinked, "... Uncle is Ling Chen."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Just as he was about to speak to the little fool, he tilted his head and said with a frown, "Uncle?"

Zhu Wenshu followed his gaze and turned back.

Ling Chen stood in the setting sun, leaning against the door frame, wearing only a mask, his eyes fell on her from afar.

However, Zhu Wenshu's first reaction when he saw Ling Chen was to see if anyone was taking pictures around him.

Fortunately, the teacher in the office has already left, and there is no one else in the corridor.

She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ling Chen walked over slowly.

"I'm here to pick up my nephew from school."

Ling Siyuan: "Huh?"

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Are you really planning to fuck the loving person to the end?

"Oh...he hasn't finished reciting the text yet."

Zhu Wenshu murmured.

"It's okay, take your time."

Ling Chen found an empty chair and sat down, "I'm not in a hurry."

Zhu Wenshu turned her head and continued to stare at Ling Siyuan reciting the text, but since Ling Chen sat down, she unconsciously straightened her back again.

I always feel that there is a line of sight that falls on me vaguely.

In fact, she always felt that Ling Chen would not come here to pick up Ling Siyuan from school just for the sake of a useless kind person.

Maybe she was thinking too much.

But she felt that Ling Chen had appeared too frequently in her life recently.

Today's sunshine is very good, the sky is full of sunset glow, and the orange-red afterglow makes Ling Siyuan's little face flush.

A teacher put flowers in the office, and the vague fragrance floated in the air.

After reciting a poem, Zhu Wenshu nodded, motioning for Siyuan to recite the next one.

When he was stuck, Zhu Wenshu also brushed his hair.

The long hair slipped from her shoulders, dàng in the setting sun.

Suddenly, a light flashed across his face.

Zhu Wenshu tucked in his stomach almost reflexively, and looked around.

Then he turned around slowly, and saw Ling Chen who was holding up his mobile phone and also looked speechless.

I haven't taken a photo with my mobile phone for 800 years, but I spent a lot of time at the sports meeting two days ago. I couldn't sleep last night and took a picture of the moon outside the window with my mobile phone.

Turns out he fucking forgot to turn off the flash.

"...What are you doing?"

Zhu Wenshu asked with a wooden face.

"Take a picture."

Ling Chen said, "Go back and sue him."

Ling Siyuan: "Huh??"

Zhu Wenshu asked again: "Then... did I appear in the mirror?"

Ling Chen: "A little bit."

Zhu Wenshu fell into the state where he was so ugly by his photo the day before yesterday that he was speechless. He paused for a moment, then reached out to him: "Show me."

After finishing speaking, he explained, "I just want to see if my expression is fierce or not, otherwise people will see these photos and think I'm treating students badly..."

Seeing that she was quite concerned, Ling Chen handed over the phone without thinking too much.

When Zhu Wenshu took it and pointed to open the photo album, he suddenly realized something.

"wait--"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Zhu Wenshu had already opened the photo album, except for the fresh photo just now and an inexplicable moon, the whole screen was covered with the sports meeting photos he saved from Weibo.

Because Zhu Wenshu has also read it many times, she is deeply impressed by these photos of herself as the background board.

Especially the only good-looking profile photo of her, which happened to be in the middle of the album, very conspicuous.

"..."

Zhu Wenshu didn't know why Ling Chen kept these photos.

why.

It happens to be all their photos in the same frame.

The office was silent for several seconds.

Zhu Wenshu squeezed the phone, turned to look at Ling Chen.

There was doubt in her expression, and there was also an uneasiness that she couldn't explain clearly.

"Why do you... save these photos?"

Ling Chen paused, looked at her and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't speak again, just stared blankly at Ling Chen.