Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 103 False and true

Yu Tingchuan was talking to a middle-aged man sitting at the top, with an accompanying translator behind him.

In the box, quiet and melodious folk songs are played.

The waiter in a kimono took the initiative and asked Song Qingcheng softly whether he wanted to take off his coat. Song Qingcheng knew, and saw that Yu Tingchuan was also a trousers and shirt, so he took off his black mid-length coat and handed it to the waiter.

In addition to five or six men, there were also three Japanese wives of different ages.

Song Qingcheng walked in, attracting the ladies’ eyes.

Before coming, Xu Dong didn’t tell her that she was eating with a Japanese. Compared to the more formal Japanese women, her suit shorts and chiffon shirt seemed a little casual.

Over there, Yu Tingchuan also stopped and turned his head to look at her.

Song Qingcheng met his gaze, even though it was only a moment, he also felt the gentleness, maturity and steadiness in Yu Tingchuan’s eyes, and he also had a sultry scent in his eyes.

Under everyone’s eyes, the roots of her ears were a little hot, and people had walked up to Yu Tingchuan.

Those Japanese men sat cross-legged just like U Tingchuan. Song Qingcheng didn’t know much about Japanese etiquette, but he was still quiet, learning from the other women, kneeling down beside U Tingchuan.

At this time, Yu Tingchuan spoke to everyone.

He speaks Japanese.

Unlike the way the Japanese speak, Yu Tingchuan’s voice is calm, without the humble accent.

Song Qingcheng couldn’t understand the content and only captured a few homophones. When Yu Tingchuan said’Kanai’, the Japanese men looked at her with a much more kind look. Several Japanese ladies also nodded to her. Song Qingcheng returned. A small smile, and then took the tea from the waiter.

Song Qingcheng kept smiling all night, but didn’t speak much.

Since Yu Tingchuan asked her to act as a vase, she obediently made a pleasing vase.

After kneeling for a long time, Song Qingcheng only felt badly sore in her waist. He glanced at the other woman and seemed to be accustomed to it. Her figure moved a little, but Yu Tingchuan next to him noticed it and turned his head: “My feet are numb?”

When he said this, the others looked over.

Song Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, twitching the corners of his lips, and whispered softly, “No, it’s just that the waist is a little uncomfortable.”

“Then change your sitting position.”

Hearing what he said, Song Qingcheng blushed: “I don’t know the etiquette of Japanese gatherings.”

Yu Tingchuan didn’t care much, just said: “How do you feel comfortable?”

“Is it okay?” Song Qingcheng raised his head and asked him.

“It’s just an ordinary meal, don’t be too formal.”

The big boss has spoken, and Song Qingcheng is no longer pretentious. She presses her hand on the tatami, with her hips away from her legs, and sits cross-legged on the tatami like Yu Tingchuan.

The women on the opposite side showed surprised expressions on their faces when they saw this scene.

The middle-aged man at the head looked at Song Qingcheng and leaned forward to talk to Yu Tingchuan. He didn’t show any dissatisfaction. He was more interested and curious.

Yu Tingchuan smiled and glanced at Song Qingcheng, and then answered the other party’s question.

The middle-aged man nodded again and again with a look of enlightenment.

Next, the atmosphere at the dinner seemed more harmonious.

At half past nine in the evening, the meal is over.

After sending off the Japanese guests, Song Qingcheng followed Yu Tingchuan and got into the car, and found that Xu Dong was the one who was driving. He didn’t know if he arrived at the right time or was waiting in the car.

Rolls Royce was driving on the street late at night.

Xu Dong suddenly turned his head and asked, “Mr. Yu, is it going back to Yunxi Road or…”

“Go to the Imperial Capital Garden.” When Yu Tingchuan spoke, the alcohol in the car seemed a little heavier.

When Song Qingcheng heard these words, he couldn’t help squeezing the leather bag on his leg.

Xu Dong asked more about work. It may be that he has been drinking too much. Yu Tingchuan’s voice sounded a little tired, and the whole person was relaxed, and he no longer felt as strong as usual.

“These little Japanese are really energetic. I played around when I first arrived in Nancheng.” Xu Dong joked while driving: “I called Mr. Fujimoto’s secretary in the afternoon to ask about dinner tonight, and I heard him mention it. By the way, Mr. Fujimoto and his party are going to climb the Emperor’s Tomb tomorrow, and they asked me which hotel tour guide is reliable.”

After a while, Yu Tingchuan said: “You will call again after you go back and check the situation over there.”

This means to be accompanied.

Xu Dong nodded.

With the air conditioner on in the car, Song Qingcheng’s jacket is sleeveless. She rubbed her arms subconsciously, and Yu Tingchuan noticed her little movement: “Is it cold?”

Song Qingcheng did not deny it, and then heard that Yu Tingchuan asked Xu Dong to turn off the air conditioner to open the window.

At the beginning of September, the night breeze was cool in the evening.

Because of this interruption, the topic did not continue.

The car also quieted down.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and found that Yu Tingchuan was pressing his temples with his hands. Although he was not drunk, he was exhausted, and there were faint bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He asked, “Did you have a headache after drinking too much?”

With that said, she leaned over, grabbed the man’s left hand and placed it on her lap.

“When my grandfather was still alive, he told me that pressing acupuncture points can relieve alcohol.”

Song Qingcheng lowered his eyes, and while talking, he pinched the ulnar side of the man’s ring finger with his white and slender fingers. In this way, he pressed evenly for a long time.

Seeing that Yu Tingchuan had not responded, she raised her head and found that he was looking at herself.

I don’t know if the waning night is too affecting people’s emotions. Song Qingcheng’s heart beats faster, and just about to let go of his big hand, Yu Tingchuan grabbed her backhand, just clutched it, put it on his lap, and closed his eyes. Was rejuvenated.

The roadside scenery flashed through the car window like a glimpse of light.

Song Qingcheng looked at the interlocking hands of the two, a little startled, and only remembered one sentence: The older a man is, the richer his experience will be. The more he is more familiar with the fake love of the drama.

This night, Yu Tingchuan did not stay in the Imperial Capital Garden, and did not even go upstairs.

When he got out of the car, the man slowly let go of her hand: “Go up.”

Song Qingcheng was at war between heaven and man, but did not say anything to invite. She pushed open the rear door, looked at Xu Dong in front of her, then leaned forward, closed her eyes and kissed Yu Tingchuan’s lips, lightly, and then stepped away. Come: “Then rest early when you go back.”

Compared to the farewell at Lu’s door that night, she now seems to be more comfortable doing the same thing.

Yu Tingchuan sat in the car, watching that Qianying get out of the car and leave.

It was not until Song Qingcheng walked into the community that Xu Dong looked in the rearview mirror and asked: “Mr. Yu…”

“Let’s go.” Yu Tingchuan’s calm gaze retracted from the window, and at the same time he unbuttoned a shirt button, and his Adam’s apple lightly moved as he spoke: “Back to No. 8 Garden on Yunxi Road.”

On the way back.

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light. Xu Dong suddenly said: “These little Japan are really difficult. You have to bring your family to the dinner and climb the Emperor’s Tomb tomorrow.” He had a meal and asked Yu Tingchuan in the back seat of the car: ” President Yu, or let Miss Song go there?”

Yu Tingchuan said, “I don’t need her tomorrow.”

“Then who is going?” Xu Dong glanced at the rearview mirror.

Yu Tingchuan raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, before opening his mouth after a while: “Let Su Ying arrange it.”

…

Song Qingcheng returned to the apartment, took off his shoes, and sat in the living room for a while before going to the shower and cleaning himself, threw all the changed clothes in the washing machine, turned off the lights and returned to the master bedroom.

Before going out in the evening, she had taken off the sheets and duvet cover.

Lying on the big bed alone, Song Qingcheng was a little awkward to sleep. He turned on for a long time and then turned on the light to check the time. It was already more than one o’clock in the morning, and her brain consciousness became clearer. She didn’t eat anything at night and felt hungry at the same time. He took the trash can and retched.

Really unable to sleep, she got up again and went to the kitchen to cook herself a bowl of dumplings.

When the seven or eight dumplings were down, and then lay back on the bed, Song Qingcheng felt a little sleepy.

The next day, Song Qingcheng thought that Yu Tingchuan would call her. As a result, until the sky darkened, there was no movement on the phone.

Looking at the evening sunset outside the balcony, she remembered what she had heard in the car last night.

To climb the tombs of the emperors, it will not be after dark.

Song Qingcheng didn’t eat dumplings for dinner.

She changed into a T-shirt and jeans, took a small square bag and went to a nearby shopping mall for dinner.

After queuing for more than an hour, she finally got her turn and ordered four or five dishes, but when the dishes really came up, she didn’t have any appetite.

Song Qingcheng barely ate half a bowl of rice and left the’grandmother’s house’ after closing the bill.

She didn’t rush back. She walked around on the fifth floor of the mall and walked into the underwear counter not far away. She wanted to buy a bra without steel ring for herself, but her eyes fell on the men’s pajamas.

Walked over and picked up one of the dark blue pajamas.

Song Qingcheng touched the fabric in his hand and felt very comfortable. In his mind, Yu Tingchuan was wearing a navy blue suit.

Stiff, meticulously mature charm.

The eye-catching shopping guide has already come over: “This is the latest model this fall,” she looked at Song Qingcheng, who was in her twenties, and asked after thinking about it: “Is it for your boyfriend? Yours? The vision is really good, this one sells very well at our counter.”

Song Qingcheng looked at the tag, which was priced at RMB 1,099.

Subconsciously, she looked around, and she found a billboard that said 15% off.

“This one is not discounted.” The shopping guide noticed her intention and said intimately: “Our brand is well-known in the underwear industry. You can rest assured of the quality and version.”

Seeing Song Qingcheng’s silence, the shopping guide said again: “You can look at the men’s pajamas hanging over there, but they are all participating in discount activities, and they only cost four to five hundred.”

Song Qingcheng didn’t hang back the dark blue silk pajamas.

Upon seeing this, the shopping guide asked next to him: “How tall is your boyfriend?”

Song Qingcheng said: “It’s about 1.8 meters tall.”

“Then you have to buy two additional codes.” The shopping guide asked: “If you want, I’ll find it for you.”

Song Qingcheng was still looking at the pajamas in her hand. Seeing her tangled look, the shopping guide couldn’t help but smile and said, “Your boyfriend is so tall and he must be in good shape. He must be very tall and straight after putting it on. It’s the same as customization.”

Listening to the shopping guide, Song Qingcheng remembered the appearance of Yu Tingchuan sitting in front of the window smoking a cigarette in the early hours of yesterday morning. This was the first time he could see Yu Tingchuan’s body without the barriers of shirts and trousers. His skin was wheat-colored and his chest was firm. The waist is also very thin, and there is no belly at all.

Then I remembered his abdomen that was recessed inward due to the force when he was covering him, and the man’s depressed low breath.

“Either?” The shopping guide’s voice pulled her thoughts back.

Song Qingcheng suddenly felt a little nervous, but it was only a few seconds later. She looked at the pajamas intently, and did not hesitate anymore, and said to the shopping guide: “Thank you for getting me a new set.”

“Swipe your card?”

“……pay in cash.”

When giving the money, Song Qingcheng regretted it again.

That more than one thousand cash is the money she earned part-time this summer.

Seeing the shopping guide carefully fold the pajamas, Song Qingcheng was not sure whether he would like this color, and saw that there was a set of gray, but it was far less heroic and young than the dark blue one.

Back to the apartment, it was almost nine o’clock in the evening.

Song Qingcheng took out his mobile phone from his bag, and there was a text message from 10086.

She didn’t wait for Yu Tingchuan’s call or text message until midnight.

Song Qingcheng didn’t remember when she fell asleep. The next day she opened her eyes, her phone was on the pillow, she got up to wash up, waited until 11 o’clock noon, she still didn’t hold it, and actively dialed Yu Tingchuan’s number.

After a while, Yu Tingchuan answered the phone.

Song Qingcheng first said, “Are you still in the company now?”

“There is a business bureau outside.” Yu Tingchuan’s tone sounded serious and peaceful, and there were voices of other people around: “What’s wrong, something?”

“…It’s okay, I wanted to have lunch together.”

Song Qingcheng held the phone and said in the past few seconds: “Then you are busy, I won’t bother you.”

Yu Tingchuan may be really busy, but he just coped casually.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng left the sofa and went to the kitchen to get herself something to eat. When she boiled the eggs, she went to the balcony and aired the clean men’s pajamas, fearing that the clothes would be damaged in the sun, so she chose one. In a soft light position.

In the evening, when the phone rang, Shen Che sent a photo.

It was also their first contact in these two days.

Song Qingcheng clicked on the photo and found that the background was the imperial mausoleum. Then she saw Yu Tingchuan among those tourists. Even if the pixels were not very clear, she still recognized immediately. Yu Tingchuan was dressed casually, and beside him stood a tall beauty. Several Japanese people I met that night also appeared among the tourists.