Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 101 Changed to Mrs. Yu (second shift)

Ge Hongshan nodded in agreement: “No matter what you do, laying a solid foundation is the most important thing.”

Lu Yunxuan smiled, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked at Song Qingcheng with concern: “By the way, Qingcheng, you said you were going to marry Mr. Yu that day. Is the wedding date set?”

“…”

As soon as this statement was made, the atmosphere on the wine table changed subtlely.

Lu Yunxuan knew that she had said the wrong thing, and looked at Yu Tingchuan, who looked peaceful on the side, and tried to remedy: “Mr. Yu, I might be wrong. Qingcheng didn’t say that directly.”

Without saying directly, it is an indirect suggestion.

Without the man’s knowledge, the woman has released a high-profile news that she is going to marry a wealthy family.

What is this behavior, not to force a child to marry?

Even ordinary men can’t tolerate women’s cleverness.

What’s more, which kind of businessman is not a ruthless character?

Song Qingcheng’s pressure on the spoon increased, and he was thinking about how to dismantle the move, but suddenly heard Yu Tingchuan say: “I planned to wait a few days to come in person. Since I mentioned it now, it’s better to discuss it tonight.”

In the same way, people of different identities say the weight varies greatly.

Yu Tingchuan’s tone is as usual, and in his mouth, marriage seems not to be a big deal.

The Ge family was surprised. As for the Lu family, they had different thoughts.

The happiest one is Lu Xishan. He was relieved and showed his first sincere smile tonight: “There is nothing to discuss. Qingcheng is the one I grew up watching. Since it’s her decision, I This uncle will definitely support it to the end.”

Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked at Yu Tingchuan next to him.

He was picking up a goblet for a drink, his apple trembling slightly, and the man’s mature and steady profile became more and more unreal under the dazzling light.

“It turned out to be true.” Lu Yunxuan’s eyebrows curled up, and she folded Shen Zhi’s arm with one hand as she spoke: “Our only daughter is going to be married. From now on, everyone will have to call Mrs. Yu instead to face Qingcheng. .”

Song Qingcheng’s gaze at Shang Lu Yunxuan also slightly curled his lips.

Lu Yunxuan let go of Shen Zhi, stood up with her wine glass, and said to Yu Tingchuan: “Mr. Yu, I respect you for this glass, and also respect Qingcheng.” Then, she glanced at Song Qingcheng with a cordial expression: “I Just this cousin, after you get married, I hope you can tolerate her a lot. Qingcheng is young and may have had some bad things before, but she has always been a good girl. I can guarantee that.”

Lu Xishan suddenly stood up: “Mr. Jingyu is the one for this cup.”

Intentionally not let Lu Yunxuan continue.

Lu Yunxuan looked embarrassed, she seemed to realize her failure to speak, and immediately smiled and said: “Don’t mention the previous things, to borrow a sentence, yesterday, all kinds of things, such as death yesterday, all kinds of today, such as today’s life…”

Before he finished speaking, there was a movement of overturning a wine glass.

At the banquet table, someone whispered: “Is it spilled on the clothes?”

“I drink a lot. Go outside to get some breath.” Shen Zhi already stood up.

This is also the second sentence he said tonight.

Lu Yunxuan turned her head and looked at Shen Zhi whose shirt was dyed with red wine: “Is there anything wrong?”

“You eat slowly.” After speaking, Shen Zhi put the wet towel back on the dining table and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

Coming out of the banquet hall, Shen Zhi walked to the nearby terrace.

Some cool night breeze brushed his cheeks. He held the carved black lacquer guardrail in both hands. He also knew that he was very unmannered when he left like that. The alcohol was pouring up, and his mind was full of the appearance of Song Qingcheng sitting quietly next to Yu Tingchuan.

Once upon a time, the person she relied on and looked on was herself.

He pushed her away abruptly.

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Because of Shen Zhi’s interruption, some topics came to a halt.

The wedding banquet is over, at half past ten in the evening.

After the Ge family and Lu Xishan saw him off, Qingcheng naturally followed Yu Tingchuan, and a Rolls Royce was already waiting when he came out of the hotel.

After getting in the car, Yu Tingchuan leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

At the banquet, he didn’t drink much.

After the driver started the car, Yu Tingchuan said: “Go to the Imperial Capital Garden.”

The car was driving in the waning night. Song Qingcheng looked at the radiance outside, and also saw the shadow of Yu Tingchuan from the window glass. His expression was full of wind and dust. He originally planned to ask after getting in the car. She swallowed it back at this moment.

Lu Xishan asked him when he would return to Nancheng. He said that in the evening, for some reason, Song Qingcheng didn’t quite believe this answer.

The car drove out for about twenty minutes.

Yu Tingchuan opened his eyes and said to the driver, “Stop on the side of the road.”

Then, he asked the driver to get out of the car and go first, and got into the cab by himself.

The driver stopped a taxi to leave on the side of the road.

Song Qingcheng watched Yu Tingchuan start the engine proficiently. He drove more steadily than the driver just now. Rolls-Royce quickly re-entered the driveway. After more than ten minutes, the car drove into the basement of the Imperial Capital Garden. Yu Tingchuan was in C. The district chose a parking space and slowly reversed and parked in.

After the car turned off, he said, “Get off.”

Song Qingcheng sat in the car, but didn’t move.

“Tonight’s matter—” she finally couldn’t help asking.

At this moment, Yu Tingchuan had gotten out of the car and heard Song Qingcheng calling him. He opened the rear door, supported the upper edge of the door with his left hand, leaned slightly, looked at the person in the car and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Song Qingcheng couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, so he could only say it bluntly: “That is, about the marriage, you just told my uncle.”

“What do you want to ask?”

“…”

Song Qingcheng didn’t know what he could ask, but he couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart.

It’s like seeing him suddenly appear at the wedding banquet.

Yu Tingchuan looked at the girl’s somewhat dazed little face intently. He didn’t know if it was the reason for the hard work, and his voice was kind of gentle: “Get off the car and send you upstairs.”

Song Qingcheng rented a house on the thirteenth floor.

Get out of the elevator and use the key to open the door of the apartment.

Song Qingcheng walked into the room and stood at the entrance. She turned to look at Yu Tingchuan outside the door. He took off his suit in the car. Now he was only wearing a shirt and trousers. The shirt cuffs were piled up, showing his strong forearms and aisle lights. Fainting his shoulders, he put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and he was watching her: “Go in.”

A ghostly messenger, she suddenly asked: “Would you like to come in and sit for a while?”

…

He really invited people into the apartment and stood in front of the counter in the kitchen. Song Qingcheng felt a little dazed. He didn’t know why he said the invitation just now.

But think about it again, two people who are about to get married, maybe this is normal.

There was no tea in the apartment. After the water boiled, she only poured a cup of boiled tea.

When she came out with the mug, she saw Yu Tingchuan sitting in the living room and approached to find that he closed his eyes, half leaning on the sofa, breathing calmly.

On the coffee table, the phone vibrated again.

It’s his cell phone.

Song Qingcheng looked at the sofa again and saw that Yu Tingchuan did not wake up. She hesitated for a moment, bent down and put down the cup, picked up the phone instead, and found that it was Xu Dong’s call.

Holding the phone, Song Qingcheng walked to the kitchen.

Afraid of something urgent, when the call came again, she picked it up.

When Xu Dong heard Song Qingcheng’s voice, he was taken aback at first, but didn’t ask much. He just said, “Mr. Yu was in a hurry just now. The project files are still with me. I’m not sure whether Mr. Yu will use it at night, so Call me and ask.”

“He is asleep now.” Song Qingcheng glanced into the living room: “Or, you take it to the company tomorrow.”

Xu Dong also planned to hang up, and the girl’s voice rang in the receiver: “Assistant Xu, when does Yu always go back to Nancheng?”

Xu Dong did not conceal: “About half past seven in the evening, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just ask.” Song Qingcheng said in a low voice.

Xu Dong said: “That’s OK, you also have to rest early.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng returned to the living room after a while.

Putting the phone back on the coffee table, she turned her head and stared at Yu Tingchuan for a long time. She stood at thirty, but she was not old at all. Thinking of what Lu Yunxuan said, she couldn’t help but linger on the man’s well-defined features.

Central air-conditioning is also turned on in the apartment.

Gradually, the chill came.

Song Qingcheng raised his hand, rubbed his arms, and then left the living room lightly.

She went into the bedroom and took out her thin blanket.

Returning to the sofa, Song Qingcheng unfolded the folded blanket and covered the sleeping person.

It’s just that her hand has not been taken back, it has been held.

Song Qingcheng saw that Yu Tingchuan had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

Her heartbeat speeded up a bit, her wrists were struggling without a trace, and then she said: “Assistant Xu called you just now. I think there are too many missed calls, so I answered them for you.”

“What time is it now?” Yu Tingchuan slowly let go of her.

At the wrist, there is also the warmth of the man’s palm.

Song Qingcheng said, “It’s almost twelve.”

Yu Tingchuan squeezed his brows, then stood up. Song Qingcheng thought he was going, and followed two steps, intending to take the person to the door, but Yu Tingchuan suddenly stopped and looked back at her. His voice was low and sexy: “Go to the bathroom. Want to follow too?”

“…” Song Qingcheng’s cheeks were hot, and he didn’t follow.

The bathroom door is half frosted glass.

The warm light showed through, and the tall and straight figure of the man was reflected on the glass door.

“No towel for wiping hands?” Yu Tingchuan’s voice came.

Song Qingcheng took a new towel from the supermarket bag and walked to the bathroom door: “I just bought it yesterday, but I haven’t had time to hang it up.”

When the door opened, she passed the towel.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t pick up the towel, and pulled the person straight into his arms. Song Qingcheng’s heart was pounding. In order to stabilize his figure, he tightened Yu Tingchuan’s shirt with both hands.

Come into sight, are the mature facial features of a man.

The next moment, Yu Tingchuan had bowed his head and kissed him.

The breath was full of alcohol and tobacco, but Song Qingcheng did not find it unpleasant. The man’s lips were warm and flexible. When his big tongue came in, it felt like living on an oxygen-deficient plateau. Men’s giving can breathe.

Uncontrollably, Song Qingcheng stood on tiptoe and slid his white fingers across the man’s neck.

I don’t know how long it has been like this–

Suddenly, Yu Tingchuan hugged her sideways and went to the master bedroom.

Pour into the sea-blue quilt, the man’s body was emptied on her, Song Qingcheng’s breathing was a little short, and realizing what was going to happen next, she only felt her throat dry.