What? Did he report it under his real name again?

Chen Zhe sat against the wall behind Wen Renxue and took out his computer codes. From time to time he looked up at Wen Renxue who was practicing dancing.

Wen Renxue looked at Chen Zhe behind her in the mirror from time to time during dance practice.

Occasionally our eyes meet, one makes a face, the other smiles gently,

Time is quiet.

This is probably what it looks like!

Chen Zhe was typing in concentration when suddenly there was someone beside him. He raised his head and saw Wen Renxue wiping sweat with a towel while leaning over to look at Chen Zhe's computer.

"What are you writing?" Wen Renxue asked, panting slightly.

"A martial arts novel, a very, very awesome martial arts novel!" Chen Zhe lowered his head and continued typing.

"Oh, no matter how awesome you are, how awesome can you be? Can it be as good as director Dong Wenwu's martial arts?" Wen Renxue said disdainfully.

"Oh, can you not mention him? If it hadn't been for him, would I have been typing on a broken computer day and night? It wasn't him who forced me to do it, crying and shouting to see the world in my heart. Really, if it weren’t for the fact that he burst into tears and snot in front of me when he was so old, I wouldn’t be happy to care about him!” Chen Zhe shouted coaxingly.

"Just brag, what's Director Dong's status, what's your status! Are you really..." Before Wen Renxue could finish speaking, Chen Zhe's cell phone rang.

Chen Zhe took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "Second uncle...", what the hell. Chen Zhe was almost speechless. Said Cao Cao was in control!

"Hurry up, do you dare not answer calls from your elders?" Wen Renxue looked at the caller ID and urged Chen Zhe to answer the phone.

"Hey, hey, how are you doing, second uncle?" Chen Zhe answered the phone with a smile.

"Don't call me Second Uncle, I don't have a grandson like you!" Dong Wenwu said angrily.

Chen Zhe:. . . . . . This generational divide is chaotic.

"You promised to write "The Swordsman" for me when you got home, but what happened? Huh? You ran to the imperial capital without saying a word, and you didn't keep your word. You are really a grandson."

Before Chen Zhe could say anything, Wen Renxue, who was standing aside, poked Chen Zhe quietly: "Who is it? He is so angry, why is he the second uncle, and you have become the grandson? What is your seniority?"

Chen Zhe covered the microphone: "An old man, a relative who can't be beaten with a gun!"

Relatives who are beyond reach?

Wen Renxue perked up instantly. She was a little angry when she heard the person on the phone lecturing Chen Zhe as if he were lecturing his grandson. Now when he heard Chen Zhe say that he was a person who couldn't be beaten with eight poles.

"Give it to me." She said, grabbed Chen Zhe's cell phone and stood up.

"Why are you so disrespectful at such an old age? Chen Zhe calls you "Second Master" to respect you. Look at you, a relative who can't even be beaten, and you bully Chen Zhe like this? He's a grandson at the same time. It's quite smooth. If I call you grandson, how would you feel?" Wen Renxue yelled into the phone.

Chen Zhe covered his face, it's over, it's over!

"Who are you?" Dong Wenwu was not in a good mood at first, and now he is even more angry!

"I'm Wen Renxue, who are you?" Wen Renxue quickly entered the role.

"I am Dong Wenwu!" Dong Wenwu said angrily.

"Oh, Dong Wenwu, you Dong Wenwu can't do it either..." Wen Ren was stunned.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Zhe, then pointed at the microphone. Chen Zhe nodded helplessly! !

"Ah, it's the second uncle. Hello, second uncle, I'm your granddaughter Wen Renxue. Hello, hello. I'll let Chen Zhe talk to you next. You guys chat, goodbye, second uncle!" Wen Renxue finished speaking. His face was as frightened as if he was holding a hot potato phone and throwing it at Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe almost laughed like crazy and took the phone: "Hey, second uncle, no, no, she didn't know it was you. If she had known it was you, she would not have dared. She thought I was being bullied. She, She is hiding in the corner shivering now. It’s okay. You’ve lost nothing and you’ve gained an extra granddaughter! Oh, didn’t I just see her being bullied and come over to see her? I really didn’t delay writing the novel. I’ve already written several It’s [-] words. I’ll send it to you in a minute. Please take a look at it first. Okay, okay. That’s it. Goodbye, second uncle!”

Chen Zhe hung up the phone and let out a long sigh, and looked at Wen Renxue like a quail: "Don't worry, the second uncle is broad-minded and will not hold a grudge against you!"

"It's all your fault, you can't explain it clearly! It almost scared me to death!" Wen Renxue shouted at Chen Zhe!

Chen Zhe:. . . . . Come on, Sister Xue is so good at throwing the pot!

O woman!

Chen Zhe did not talk to Wen Renxue, but asked her for the password and went online to send the two chapters he had written to Dong Wenwu.

"Sister Xue, how's the concert going?" Chen Zhe looked at Wen Renxue who was sitting next to him and resting.

"It's not bad. Originally, all ten shows were sold out, but then Star Entertainment targeted me and there were a lot of refunds. Xiaozhe, except for the first three shows that were sold out, only [-]% of the tickets for the next seven shows were left. And the refunds are still going on!" Wen Renxue sighed.

[-]% is already very good. After all, the celebrity positions of both parties are there. If I had known earlier, I should have squeezed in time to let Sister Xue record the new album before holding the concert. Xiaozhe said it was too late! Chen Zhe looked at the frowning Wen Renxue and thought to himself.

I have no choice but to work hard for Sister Xue. Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

"Sister Xue, how about releasing a new song during a concert? Can it make the concert more attractive?" Chen Zhe looked at Wen Renxue and said seriously.

"Are you crazy? One song per game, ten songs in ten games, enough for an album!" Wen Renxue looked at Chen Zhe with his mouth wide open.

"You have to give it a try. I am not willing to see you being bullied like this. You have to work hard. Starting from August [-]st, I will have ten concerts a month, one song every three days. I have no problem. It just depends on whether you can bear it, Sister Xue!" Chen Zhe looked at Wen Renxue with bright eyes.

"You have no problem, then I, then I must have no problem either!" Wen Renxue said without confidence.

"Then come on, Wen Renxue!". Chen Zhe looked at the naive Wen Renxue and stretched out his palm!

"Yeah!" Wen Renxue nodded vigorously. He stretched out his palm and struck Chen Zhe.

"Let's go, I want to enter the recording studio!" Chen Zhe stood up from the ground and reached out to pull Wen Renxue up!

"But, don't you still want to help the second uncle write a novel?" Wen Renxue said, holding Chen Zhe's hand and standing up.

"Who is the second uncle?" Chen Zhe was reluctant to let go of Wen Renxue's delicate and smooth jade hands.

Wen Renxue:. . . . .

The two came to the recording studio of the studio. Chen Zhe and Zhang Wen had visited the recording studio before. Except that it was smaller and had a few fewer instruments, it was the same as the equipment in Wenrenxue Magic City.

"Sister Xue, you can go free, I have to find some inspiration!" Chen Zhe waved to Wen Renxue. . .

"Well, think about it first!" She didn't bother Chen Zhe since business was important!