Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 105 It’s boring to be alone at home (one m

When saying this, Song Qingcheng was also paying attention to Yu Tingchuan’s expression.

Seeing that he showed no signs of discomfort, she paused for a few seconds, thinking, “It doesn’t matter if you really can’t spare time.”

“Is it boring to be alone at home?”

Yu Tingchuan suddenly asked.

Song Qingcheng was stunned, and then slightly curled his lips: “Fortunately, just watch TV. In the evening, I will go out for a stroll. There are several shopping malls nearby.”

“You can call Yu Jing to come and accompany you.” Yu Tingchuan lightly lit his cigarette.

Song Qingcheng listened, but didn’t answer the words, just smiled.

The clock on the wall points to nine o’clock.

In the dining room, there was a sudden silence, only the heat from the tea cup was floating in the air.

After a while, Yu Tingchuan said, “School will start in two days, and then let Xu Dong take you there.”

“I spoke with the head teacher yesterday.” Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked at Yu Tingchuan’s profile, like a kid who had done something wrong, with a low voice: “I have discussed with the teacher to suspend school for half a year. The third year course is for review. Lord, I can do this at home, and I won’t leave too many classmates when I return to school next semester.”

Sure enough, Yu Tingchuan raised his eyes and looked straight over.

Song Qingcheng took the opportunity to say his plan: “I have been idle lately, I want to go to driving school and learn to drive.”

As if afraid that he would disagree, she added: “The number of morning sicknesses these days is already very small. Now that the weather turns cold, learning to drive shouldn’t be too tiring.

Yu Tingchuan asked: “Have you signed up?”

“…Not yet.” Song Qingcheng pursed the corner of his mouth with some embarrassment, and Li Guo faintly revealed: “I don’t know which driving school is good. I plan to ask a few more people.”

As he said, he looked at the man next to him: “What about you, which driving school did you study at?”

Yu Tingchuan looked at her curiously simple, inexplicable, a bit of fun to be asked. He knocked his few puffs on the edge of the ashtray next to him: “When I was studying, I would definitely follow You are different now.”

Song Qingcheng seemed to have found a common topic, and asked: “Why is it different?”

“How many years have I learned to drive when I was 16?”

Eighteen years.

Song Qingcheng got into this number in his mind, and then he thought divergently, thinking that at that time, he was probably still sitting under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, lying on a big chair to practice Arabic numerals.

Some gaps can only be highlighted through comparison.

Song Qingcheng turned his eyes, his eyes fell on Yu Tingchuan’s left hand to take the teacup, watching the warm and strong, the bones and joints are abrupt, the replay in his mind, but the night before, she lay on her back under him, letting a man do it. Fingers drilled into her body, the roughness of her fingertips was so obvious, she couldn’t help making a low begging for mercy.

The lights around her were orange and yellow, and she didn’t know how she thought of that scene, so her ears were slightly hot.

However, in my heart, a thought became clearer.

Even if she was a round younger than him, she was still a woman, and she is still his woman now.

Song Qingcheng asked again: “Then can I learn to drive?”

“Let Xu Dong make arrangements tomorrow.” Yu Tingchuan put the cup back on the table.

Song Qingchengyang laughed, and heard the man’s low voice: “Is the money on hand now enough?”

“…” When she understood what he meant, Yu Tingchuan had already taken out his wallet and drew a credit card from it and put it on the table: “What you want, buy it yourself.”

“I haven’t used that one last time.” Song Qingcheng said softly.

Yu Tingchuan did not take the card back.

The topic ended, and the atmosphere calmed down for a while.

Song Qingcheng glanced at the wall clock and found that it was almost half past nine. He was not sure whether he should open his mouth to keep people at night, and thought that the purpose of inviting people to dinner was never achieved. He couldn’t help being discouraged, but he also understood the counterproductive truth. Mention, when her thoughts were flying wildly, Yu Tingchuan pressed her cigarette **** and stood up.

Seeing him picking up the car key on the table again, Song Qingcheng followed up and said, “Are you leaving?”

“There’s still something tonight.”

Hearing what he said, Song Qingcheng thought of the hostess.

Needless to say, a man with a successful career is under pressure, whether it is from the physical or psychological aspects, so his needs in all aspects also increase.

She naturally noticed that when Yu Tingchuan was with herself, it was like soaking in warm water, and she didn’t have much fun.

Moreover, his addiction to cigarettes is so big, he must be relieved in certain aspects.

At this moment, she thought that she was too young and could not figure out the world of adult men. She could only watch and even find the topic difficult. If she was like Gu Jiazhi or the female host, at least between them Will fall into the predicament that has nothing to do.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Yu Tingchuan went to the living room and took a suit jacket.

Sending people to the door of the apartment, Yu Tingchuan paused, turned around and said, “The time for dinner will be set for the next night, and the place will still be upstairs in the imperial court, okay?”

Song Qingcheng’s dazedness was only a moment, and then softly said: “My uncle must have no objection. He said that anytime, as long as you are not busy.” After a pause, she said again: “It’s dark now, don’t need a car. Drive too fast.”

Looking at the embarrassment on her face, Yu Tingchuan suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled the person in front of him, lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Almost reflexively, Song Qingcheng averted his face and avoided.

When she reacted, she was a little unnatural, and casually remedied: “You must be safe on the road.”

Yu Tingchuan didn’t force her either, retracted the hand holding her waist, and said slowly: “Go in, lock the door at night, let Xu Dong contact you tomorrow about learning to drive.”

After speaking, he walked to the elevator door.

Song Qingcheng stood by the door of her house. It didn’t take long before she heard the ding of the elevator, and only a few seconds later did she close the security door.

Back at the restaurant, Song Qingcheng called Lu Xishan.

When Lu Xishan learned that he had made an appointment to have dinner with Yu Tingchuan, he kept saying yes over there. He was obviously too excited. When the mood calmed down, he said with expectation: “Qingcheng, uncle knows you are a good boy. Mr. Yu is busy at work. You You must do your best to take care of him in the future, you know?”

Song Qingcheng smiled, knowing in his heart that Lu Xishan wanted to persuade the waiter more than taking care of him, right?

Ge Wenjuan’s yin and yang weird voice faintly came from Lu Xishan.

Song Qingcheng ignored it and said, “Uncle, I’m a little tired today, so I won’t talk to you for now.”

“Okay, okay, you go to sleep.”

Lu Xishan hung up the phone contentedly.

…

The next day, Song Qingcheng was awakened by the vibration of the phone.

Checking the time, it was more than nine in the morning.

She didn’t fall asleep until two o’clock in the morning, and she slept for about seven hours when she counted. The whole person was a little dizzy.

The call was from Xu Dong.

“Miss Song, are you at home? I have gone to the underground parking garage.”

Song Qingcheng immediately remembered what Yu Tingchuan said last night, and while answering that Xu Dong was at home, he lifted the quilt to get up, and when she simply washed, Xu Dong went upstairs to the door.

You need to take off your shoes in the apartment. When Xu Dong came in, he noticed the pair of light gray diagonal men’s indoor drag.

He guessed who was wearing it, and came into the house with bare feet wittily.

When Song Qingcheng put a glass of water on the coffee table, Xu Dong also took out a piece of paper from his briefcase: “I have already signed up for the driving school and paid the fee, but you still need to fill out the registration form by yourself, and you also need a one-inch photo without a cap. ”

Song Qingcheng took the paper and glanced at it. It was a well-known driving school in Nancheng.

“When can I go training?” she asked.

“It’s all arranged.” Xu Dong smiled: “You can go there in the afternoon.”

Song Qingcheng smiled back, and then pretended to say casually: “Is President Yu very busy these days? He ate and left in a hurry last night.”

“It should be to play cards with Mr. Gu and the others.” The little girl in front of him was raised privately by her own boss. When Xu Dong saw that the other person asked about ordinary things, he naturally told the truth: “Hengyuan has some land in the east of the city. Disputes, the other party’s boss was the one who played cards last night.”

After that, Xu Dong said again: “Mr. Yu went to Shanghai for a meeting in the morning. He gave an explanation before leaving. If Miss Song has something, you can contact me directly.

“Yu Tingchuan went to Shanghai?” Song Qingcheng listened and was taken aback for a while.

“Yes, but I will be back tomorrow.”

Song Qingcheng smiled and didn’t ask more.

…

In the afternoon, Song Qingcheng was idle and fine. Seeing the weather was cloudy and sunny, he went out to the driving school.

Indeed, as Xu Dong said, everything has been arranged.

I don’t know if the back door was opened, the coach is only responsible for her and another male student.

Song Qingcheng ran to learn to drive before that day. Originally, she had to stand guard at the crossroads to learn to drive. However, she apparently got rid of this process. After getting acquainted with the relevant regulations, she came out of the office building and ran into Gu Jiazhi head-on.

Gu Jiazhi also seemed to have come to learn to drive.

When I saw Song Qingcheng, Gu Jiazhi was accompanied by driving school staff.

In some meetings, the atmosphere is always very delicate.

From a distance, Song Qingcheng greeted Gu Jiazhi with a smile, then turned a corner and went to the gate of the driving school.

After Song Qingcheng came out of the driving school for a long time, a Maybach slowly stopped next to him, turning his head, the rear window dropped, and Gu Jiazhi was sitting inside.

“Taking a taxi here is more troublesome, I’ll give you a ride.”

Song Qingcheng glanced at the driver: “Will it be inconvenient?”

Gu Jiazhi smiled: “No, come up.”

Song Qingcheng got in the car because her stomach was a little uncomfortable. When she got into the car, Gu Jiazhi caught a glimpse of her covering her abdomen with her hand, and asked: “Stomach pain?”

“No.” Song Qingcheng smiled and took off his hand calmly.

Gu Jiazhi’s gaze was still on her stomach, as if thinking of something. After a while, she slowly said, “You are here at the driving school, why don’t you let Tingchuan send you a car?”

Song Qingcheng said: “There is a bus stop next to the driving school. It’s very convenient to get to where I live.”

After hearing this, Gu Jiazhi gave a daze, and then smiled lightly: “I didn’t understand some of Tingchuan’s behavior before, but now it seems to have some eyebrows.”

Speaking of Yu Tingchuan, Song Qingcheng subconsciously followed up: “What eyebrows?”

“I just remembered something my brother said.” Gu Jiazhi said quietly: “He said, men choose women, but a few points, don’t get them too easy, don’t be too cumbersome, don’t be too arrogant and not gentle, don’t. But those who are gentle enough to be uninspiring and unattractive, don’t want people who are too coquettish, don’t want people who are too strong and smart…”