She Came To My Concert

It's okay to be someone else.

But if you make Chen do this, there is a big problem.

Ling Xingyan laughed back angrily, and put the water glass heavily on the table: "It's interesting, Ling Chen, other male artists don't even dare to get in the same car as the female producer, so you're better off, go directly to school to pick up the kids. "

Ling Chen didn't speak, and didn't know if he was listening.

Ling Xingyan's voice gradually cooled down.

"It doesn't matter, you just pick it up, pick it up every day. It's nothing more than being photographed and the whole world knows that you have a son who is over seven years old. This huge traffic is something that other people dream of."

After a while, the mouth under the magazine moved.

"The real ones are afraid, what are the fake ones afraid of?"

Ling Xing said: "..."

It seems quite reasonable.

After a while of silence.

"Don't give me such nonsense." Ling Xingyan came back to his senses, and scolded his head and face, "Why haven't you been so caring before? I think you are just taking a few days off to give you some leisure!"

"okay."

Ling Chen waved to Ling Xingyan, "Go and worry about your son's studies, don't worry about me."

"..."

This obviously shouldn't be said by an artist to his manager.

But the situation of Ling Chen and Ling Xingyan is different.

Ling Xing had a background in linguistics and law. He was originally a legal counselor at Ling Chen's brokerage company, and later became his executive broker, specializing in business inquiries.

Later, Ling Chen left the original brokerage company and started his own business. At the same time, Ling Xingyan also became more and more mature, possessing the comprehensive ability of a broker.

Naturally, this cousin became Ling Chen's manager and studio partner.

But in terms of the company's equity division, Ling Chen is the boss and has the absolute right to speak.

Therefore, although Ling Xingyan is in full charge of Ling Chen's business work, Ling Chen has always made his own decisions when it comes to music and personal freedom.

"Row."

Ling Xingyan sees that Ling Chen doesn't get in, so he can only convince himself that there have been many disputes during this period, and it is because he is too weak.

But thinking about it carefully, it's really not a big deal for Ling Chen to pick up a child. If he really wants to be photographed, he can just clarify it.

Can his son really become Ling Chen's son?

never mind.

Ling Xing cursed a few words, and was about to turn around to go out, saw Ling Chen's sleeping appearance, and couldn't help but said, "Why are you sleeping on the sofa? You need to catch up on sleep and go to sleep in your room."

Ling Chen's house was being renovated recently, and it was not convenient to stay in a hotel, so he simply stayed at Ling Xingyan's house for a while.

After a while, Ling Chen let out a "tsk" impatiently.

"You have time to worry about where I sleep, so you might as well take care of your son's report card."

"My son is much easier to manage than you."

Ling Xingyan opened the door, couldn't hold back, and instructed, "But you should be more careful in the future. If you don't have anything to go to school, you can play at home if you want to play with him."

Ling Chen turned over, and there was sleepiness in his voice.

"Don't worry, I don't have that much time to worry about your son."

Although when adding Lingchen WeChat, Zhu Wenshu said that it was convenient for communication.

But for several days, she has been embarrassed to talk to others.

Until the evening of this day, Zhu Wenshu finished class preparation at home, and a friend invited her to have dinner with her.

The two agreed to meet at the mall, and Zhu Wenshu took the subway there, replying to messages from his parents along the way.

Walking out of the subway entrance, the pedestrian street is bustling and lively.

As soon as Zhu Wenshu looked up, he saw Ling Chen's watch endorsement advertisement on the large LDE screen of the shopping mall building.

Seeing this face, she was still in a daze.

Just a week ago, Zhu Wenshu lived a three-point and one-line life in classrooms, offices and cafeterias.

Sometimes when I see the news about Ling Chen, I still feel emotional. I used to be a classmate, but now I have become two types of people who are far away.

And now.

When she saw Ling Chen again, she could only think about his unknown son.

And the embarrassment of being found out that she had unilaterally deleted WeChat.

How about explaining again?

After all, if there is no accident in the next five years, she will be Ling Siyuan's teacher, and she will have to deal with Ling Chen, and it is not a solution to have a rift between them.

So, Zhu Wenshu immediately took out his phone and turned to Lingchen's WeChat.

After typing a few words, she felt wrong again.

Things are already like this, and it seems useless for her to explain.

Maybe a big star didn't take it to heart at all.

right.

Living in the luxurious Vanity Fair every day, how can I have the time to care about whether a high school classmate deletes me.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu deleted those words again.

Why don't you talk to him about something else, or at least break the ice.

It happened that Ling Siyuan sprained his ankle while playing around at school the day before yesterday, and he didn't know if it was still uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu was still a little unhappy.

The child walks with a limp, so why doesn't he ask a question as a father?

But after typing a few words, Zhu Wenshu hesitated again.

It happened the day before yesterday, and she only talked about it today, will it seem irresponsible?

Forget it, let him go.

Zhu Wenshu angrily deleted

these words.

Fingers are pressing.

Ling Chen's WeChat name suddenly changed to a line of "the other party is typing".