Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 37 See you, can’t you?

After Gu Jiazhi went out, the office fell into silence.

During the period, an assistant knocked on the door and came in: “Mr. Yu, do you need me to bring tea?”

Yu Tingchuan said, “No, you can go out and do things.”

The assistant closed the door again and left.

Song Qingcheng raised his head and looked at the executive desk. Yu Tingchuan was standing in front of the executive desk, leaning against the edge of the desk, black trousers, and a white shirt on his upper body. His hands were also placed on the edge of the executive desk at random. She was looking at herself, his eyes were cold in reply, but he still seemed to be able to see her in his heart.

“What are you looking at?” He started first, and lowered his head to take the cigarette case on the table.

Song Qingcheng’s relaxed body also leaned on the sofa behind, “Look at you. Can’t you see?”

In her tone, she was unconsciously coquettish.

Yu Tingchuan took a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, closed the cigarette case and threw it back to the executive desk, then turned sideways to find the lighter. After seeing it, Song Qingcheng came to him a few steps.

When Yu Tingchuan Yu Guang came, she first picked up the lighter from his hand.

The girl’s hands were slender, white, and soft as if boneless, and the black and cracked sparkling body in her hand was full of rigid power. Yu Tingchuan looked at it for a while and said, “What do you want to do?”

The soft male voice heard in Song Qingcheng’s ears, revealing a charming taste.

That is the maturity that a boy in his twenties would not have.

She pressed her lips lightly: “Help you light a cigarette.”

As he said, a cluster of small flames sprang out from the lighter opening.

Yu Tingchuan stared at the purple-blue flame for a few seconds. After all, he didn’t lower his head to light the cigarette. He put the cigarette on the table and said, “Go in and take a shower.”

After speaking, take the lead to go to the rest room.

Listening to his understatement, Song Qingcheng felt a little frustrated. He glanced at the cigarette on the edge of the executive table, only to find a shallow bite mark on the filter.

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When Gu Jiazhi came back from the finance department, he opened the door and saw Yu Tingchuan standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows smoking a cigarette.

Hearing the door opening, Yu Tingchuan turned his head: “Is everything done?”

While talking, walked back to the table and pressed the cigarette **** into the crystal ashtray.

“Well, Xu Dong is cleaning up outside.” Gu Jiazhi said, turning his eyes to the closed lounge: “Still taking a shower inside?”

Yu Tingchuan acquiesced to her guess, and then took the coat from the sofa: “Let’s go.”

“Don’t wait for that child…” Gu Jiazhi asked.

“Let Linda see her off later.”

Linda is one of the assistants to the president.

Gu Jiazhi nodded, considering that Jason was still waiting at the hotel, there was no comment.

…

Song Qingcheng came out of the rest room, and there was no one in the spacious office.

She only wore a gray men’s shirt. The hem of the shirt covered her thighs, revealing a pair of long white legs. The two buttons on the collar of the shirt were opened, and her long, half-dried hair was draped over her shoulders. The beautiful white collarbone and neck are looming in the black hair.

Just then, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Song Qingcheng recognized that it was the female assistant who had just asked Yu Tingchuan if he wanted to make tea.

The other party stared at Song Qingcheng’s shirt, visibly stunned.

This shirt was worn by her own boss several times. Linda naturally remembered it. She didn’t know that Song Qingcheng came with Gu Jiazhi. She thought it was the one brought by Yu Tingchuan, plus Yu Tingchuan asked her to send it back. Linda immediately endured it. Can’t help guessing the identity of the other party.

Even if Yu Tingchuan had been rumored with female celebrities before, it was definitely the first time that he brought a woman back to the company.

As an assistant, she has worked alongside Yu Tingchuan for three or four years, but she has never seen Yu Tingchuan with whom the opposite **** is close, let alone keeping a woman privately, at least she has never let her assistant go shopping with a woman before. Many of her classmates who worked as secretaries or assistants in other companies were used as nanny by the boss’s lover.

She originally thought that Miss Gu was already a very intimate existence to Yu total…

Thinking about it this way, Linda’s attitude became more polite: “It’s finished?”

“Yeah.” Song Qingcheng twitched his lips.

When she approached, Linda took a few glances at Song Qingcheng, and suddenly understood why Yu Tingchuan was willing to’raise’ her.

Young, beautiful, rich, and the skin is good enough to pinch water.

Linda went to the rest room, and when she came out, she was holding Song Qingcheng’s wet clothes: “You will wait in Mr. Yu’s office first. I will send the clothes to the dry cleaners nearby. When they are washed and delivered, I will drive again. send you home.”

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After Linda went out, Song Qingcheng sat down straight on the sofa area and looked around boredly.

Yu Guang noticed a hardcover book spread out on the tea table.

Song Qingcheng took it over and saw it was the original English version of “The Old Man and the Sea.”

“…People are not born for failure. A person can be destroyed but cannot be defeated.” Song Qingcheng looked at the line of English words and automatically translated the Chinese meaning in his mind.

After a while, she felt cold and took the folded blanket next to her.

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When Yu Tingchuan returned to the company, it was already past five in the afternoon.

As soon as he unscrewed the doorknob of the office, he almost saw the figure lying in the sofa at the first glance.

Linda got up from her position and walked over to explain: “Mr. Yu, maybe because of rain, the dry cleaner said it would be late to deliver the washed clothes.”

Yu Tingchuan withdrew his gaze from the leather sofa, nodded slightly, and let her go first.

After Linda Wu walked away, Yu Tingchuan closed the door with his backhand.

Entering the office, he did not go to the sofa area.

The long body leaned against the edge of the executive table, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and slowly spit out a puff of smoke.

He cast his gaze to the sofa again.

Song Qingcheng was sleeping there with his legs curled up, his slender body was enveloped in a loose shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, his slender wrists were exposed, his body was covered with a plain blanket, and his leg was opened. In the book, the long black hair with slightly curled hair spreads across the sofa, and the plain features are a little sickly pale, but the eyebrows are still undiminished.

The distant mountains are like Dai, and the near water contains smoke.

These two poems appeared in Yu Tingchuan’s mind at the right time.

He reached out his hand and touched the cigarette body in the ashtray, and the green and white ashes fell, and they all rose up, expressing the charm of that moment.