Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 102 Do you look down on me too

In the master bedroom, only one floor lamp was on.

Song Qingcheng’s eyes were filled with men’s crisp shirts and shoulders. At this moment, he suddenly couldn’t tell whether it was in the scene or the reality.

Smelling the increasingly familiar breath of Yu Tingchuan’s body, the whole person seemed to be caught in a vague and empty mood.

She raised her eyes to Yu Tingchuan.

Yu Tingchuan was also looking down at her.

The look in the mature man’s eyes is throbbing even if there is no trace of the waves.

His eyes touched, and Song Qingcheng had a certain illusion again. Under the man’s determined and calm gaze, his own thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide.

Yu Tingchuan brushed away the hair on the girl’s face.

Song Qingcheng asked, “Are you leaving?”

“No, what time is it now.” Yu Tingchuan took out the cigarette lighter from his trousers, lit the cigarette, spit out a puff of smoke, and asked her in a low voice: “Hope I leave now?”

“…No.” Song Qingcheng’s eyes moved.

The time for a cigarette has become a little long.

Song Qingcheng took the nightdress she had put on her pillow in the morning and put it on under the quilt. When she got up, she turned her head and asked the smoking man next to her: “Are you taking a bath?”

“After a while.” Yu Tingchuan said: “You go first.”

Song Qingcheng lifted the quilt, and when he went down, he brushed the hair scattered around his ears.

Yu Tingchuan’s gaze fell on her again, with a slender frame. From the back, it would give a man the idea of ​​holding her in his arms.

After taking a shower, Song Qingcheng wiped his wet hair with a towel and returned to the bedroom. Yu Tingchuan was in the shower room. There was a rushing sound of water. The man’s cigarette case and lighter were still on the bedside table.

She picked up the men’s clothes from the ground and hugged them to the balcony, fearing that the shirt and trousers would be deformed. She didn’t use the washing machine. Instead, she took a washbasin, put it on the washstand to catch water, and soaked all the clothes Soaking, he went back to the bedroom and took the hair dryer to the bathroom to blow his hair.

Pack yourself up, wash your clothes on the balcony, and hang them on a hanger.

After doing this, back to the master bedroom, Yu Tingchuan has also taken a shower.

After two o’clock in the morning, the sky was still dark outside.

Yu Tingchuan was sitting on the toffee, closed his eyes and took a nap. He only had a bath towel around his waist. He looked very comfortable. He had a cigarette in his hand. The thin smoke curled up, and a small amount of soot accumulated, as if it would fall off at any time.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yu Tingchuan opened his eyes, saw Song Qingcheng coming in, patted his leg, and said with a rare gentleness: “Come here.”

Song Qingcheng walked over in cooperation.

She sat on the man’s lap, wrapping her hands around his neck very naturally.

The faint smell of tobacco on Yu Tingchuan’s body, mixed with the fresh taste of toothpaste, is like a panacea for peace of mind in this quiet night.

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When Song Qingcheng woke up, the sunlight was already shining through the curtains on the floor.

Slowly opened his eyes, Song Qingcheng stared at the closet opposite for a long time, then turned his head to look next to him, there was no one, only the slightly sunken pillow, which could show that Yu Tingchuan had indeed spent the night here last night.

Sleeping too fast, she didn’t know when he left.

Song Qingcheng came out of the master bedroom and found that the shirts and trousers on the balcony were gone. She turned to look at the wall clock in the dining room. It was over ten in the morning.

Stroking her messy long hair with her hand, she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of boiling water.

After drinking, go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

When Shen Che called, Song Qingcheng was cooking dumplings in the kitchen.

“Now I’m still in the mood to eat. You can read it online, and the newspaper is fine. You are on the headlines again.” Shen Che is more anxious than her client: “What’s the matter with you, didn’t you go to the Ge’s wedding banquet last night? Let Yu Tingchuan stay overnight in your sweet girl, and let the paparazzi take photos.”

Song Qingcheng was very peaceful, but he hummed, “He also went to the wedding banquet later yesterday.”

After being quiet on the phone for a while, Shen Che asked: “So, Yu Tingchuan really stayed with you all night?”

“That’s not very good.” Song Qingcheng turned around, leaned back on the edge of the lili table, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and said quietly: “It is just what I want, the more exposures he has, the more he can’t get rid of me. .”

Shen Che whispered: “What do you think?”

“What else can I think of, marrying into a wealthy family, soaring to the top of life, and reaching the pinnacle of life.”

“There are so many ways to fly, there is no need to force yourself like this.”

Song Qingcheng heard him say this, and after a long time he asked, “Shen Che, I am like this, do you look down on me too?” Before Shen Che answered, she said to herself: “Okay, there is something wrong with me. Bye.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng leaned on the flow desk for a while before she opened the mobile browser.

Indeed, as Shen Che said, the city is full of storms again.

On the Internet, there are already pictures of Yu Tingchuan with her in the basement of the Imperial Capital Garden last night, and the scene where she pulled Yu Tingchuan’s hand out of the Four Seasons Hotel. The news content is the same as the previous one, except that the bad news is to satirize her with superb methods. The entangled Yu Tingchuan couldn’t make a boudoir all night.

Song Qingcheng didn’t take the news to heart. He should eat and drink. In the afternoon, after watching TV for a while, he took a nap on the sofa.

At 4:30 in the evening, he was woken up by Yu Tingchuan’s phone.

Hearing her voice dim, Yu Tingchuan asked on the other end: “Sleeping?”

“Yeah.” Song Qingcheng replied, took off the blanket and sat up: “I was a little sleepy, so I slept.”

Yu Tingchuan said: “Go downstairs in half an hour. I have asked Xu Dong to pick you up.”

Song Qingcheng paused: “Something?”

“There is a party in the evening.”

Song Qingcheng didn’t ask any more questions. He was very cooperative. After the line was closed, he got up and went back to his room to change clothes. At about five o’clock, he left the apartment and took the elevator downstairs.

Xu Dong was already waiting at the gate of the community.

When Song Qingcheng got on the bus, Xu Dong started the engine and sent her to a famous store.

“President Yu confessed that I will take you to buy a piece of clothing first.”

At about 6:30 in the evening, Song Qingcheng was sent to a Japanese restaurant. Xu Dong accompanied her into the restaurant, but there was no one to go to the box. When the waiter opened the box door, Song Qingcheng took off his shoes and stepped in on the stack of seats. I saw U Ting Chuan sitting there cross-legged almost at a glance.