She Came To My Concert

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

This time, it took a long time for Ling Chen to reply.

【c】: After school tomorrow.

[Zhu Wenshu]: After school?

【c】: The nanny will ask for leave tomorrow.

[c]: Teacher Zhu, please send my child back by the way.

It's just a little effort, Zhu Wenshu agreed.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Okay.

After working all night for nothing, the clothes had to be returned to their original owners in the end.

Zhu Wenshu was not relieved, but still felt a little sorry, got up and took a towel to wipe the clothes carefully over and over again before putting them in the bag and putting them away.

The next day, she went to school with her bag.

Busy until school was over, Ling Siyuan was at the end of the line with her schoolbag on her back.

After Zhu Wenshu sent the students away one by one, he slowly moved to her side.

"Teacher, will you take me home today?"

"yes."

Zhu Wenshu took him by the side of the road and waited for the bus, "Don't you like the teacher to send you home?"

"no……"

He was very happy to learn that Aunt Xiao was on vacation this morning, thinking that he could play games as soon as he got home.

Unexpectedly, when he was going out, his uncle told him that Teacher Zhu would send him home after school, so his plan would be ruined.

"Teacher, aren't you going home? Are your parents not in a hurry?"

"I'll be in a hurry."

A taxi stopped in front of him, Zhu Wenshu took Ling Siyuan into the car, and said softly, "But the teacher has already told mom and dad to take you home first, and I have something to return to your dad."

"Oh……"

After arriving home, Ling Siyuan hung his head and pressed the door lock.

It's different from the last time I came here. In late autumn, the house is very warm.

The living room is brightly lit, and a few pots of green plants have been added.

Ling Siyuan came in to change his shoes, bent down and took out a pair of ladies' slippers from the shoe cabinet to Zhu Wenshu.

"Thank you, Yuanyuan."

Zhu Wenshu glanced at the room, but did not see Ling Chen, but heard the slight sound of water flowing.

After changing the shoes, Zhu Wenshu followed Ling Siyuan in.

Although he didn't want to be supervised by the teacher, Ling Siyuan saw that his father was very considerate in entertaining guests, so he got into the habit of putting down his schoolbag and saying, "Teacher, I'll get you some water."

Zhu Wenshu originally wanted to return the clothes to Ling Chen and go home, but the child was so polite that she couldn't refuse, so she went to the sofa to find a seat.

"Okay, thank you Yuanyuan."

Pour a glass of warm water, Ling Siyuan said again: "Teacher, I'll get you some fruit."

I wanted to say no, but Ling Siyuan had already run towards the kitchen.

Following his direction, Zhu Wenshu looked up and saw Ling Chen standing in the kitchen.

A casserole on the fire was emitting white smoke, and the aroma of chicken soup was wafting out. The oven next to it was lit, so I couldn't see what was inside.

Ling Chen was standing by the pool, wearing a loose gray sweater with the cuffs rolled up, his hands hanging down in the pool to wash vegetables.

Zhu Wenshu really did not expect to see such a scene.

The stream of water is long and thin, and Lingchen's hands are methodically washing every vegetable, skillfully and carefully, like a person who has been cooking all year round.

Probably sensing Zhu Wenshu's gaze, Ling Chen turned his head and raised his chin towards her.

"Here you come? Sit down for a while."

Zhu Wenshu gave an "oh" in a daze, looked away, and looked at the black screen TV.

Then I remembered that I came to change clothes.

"I brought the clothes."

Ling Chen didn't look back: "Leave it alone, wait for me for a while."

The tone was natural, as if Zhu Wenshu was a special visitor, which made it impossible for her to say that she was about to leave immediately.

Ling Siyuan came over with a basin of washed fruit, and after setting it up on the tea table, asked again: "Teacher, do you want to watch TV?"

His big eyes were shining brightly, Zhu Wenshu could not know what he meant.

But maybe the temperature in this room is very comfortable, and the smell of the kitchen is also strong, Zhu Wenshu didn't want to urge him to do his homework, nodded and said: "Okay."

Ling Siyuan immediately turned on the TV, and the picture appeared together with the loud music.

After a while, there was the sound of food being put into the pan in the kitchen, and the sound of hot oil sizzling.

Ling Siyuan was engrossed in watching the cartoon, picked up the apple on the table and wanted to eat it.

"Hey, peel the skin first."

Zhu Wenshu stopped him, glanced at the coffee table, but couldn't find the fruit knife, so he asked Ling Siyuan, "Where's the fruit knife? Teacher, let me sharpen it for you."

Ling Siyuan didn't know where he was, so he turned his head and shouted: "Father!"

Ling Chen: "What are you doing?"

Ling Siyuan: "Where is the fruit knife?"

"Why do I—" Ling Chen turned his head, looked through the glass door of the kitchen, and the words suddenly stuck in his throat.

porch.

Ling Xingyan came in at some point, and was looking at the people in the room with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Two seconds later, his own son realized something was wrong belatedly, turned around, and stared at him blankly.

The whole room fell into a dead silence for a long time, until Ling Xingyan found his voice——

"You," Ling Xingyan asked, "Whose father are you calling?"

Ling Siyuan stayed silent.

Ling Xingyan turned to look at Ling again

Chen.

"Who are you promising?"

Chapter 20

Ling Xingyan really didn't want to understand.

He has been working day and night for many days, even worse after returning from the imperial capital, because of business expansion, he hardly ever goes home, and the bed is almost settled in the company.