Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 42 My second uncle is here too

Song Qingcheng’s first reaction was to turn around and leave, but the car parked there honked its whistle.

Immediately afterwards, someone got down from the passenger seat.

It is too late to leave.

Yu Jing dragged Song Qingcheng past, grinning at Fu Jinyao who got off the car: “Uncle, how do you borrow my second uncle’s car?”

“Not only did I borrow his car, but I also drove him to be my driver.”

Fu Jinyao is a tall man, who looks a few years older than Yu Tingchuan, because he has been in the army all the year round and his skin is dark wheaten. After he said this, he used his chin to squeeze the side of the cab.

Yu Jing leaned over to see that it was really Yu Tingchuan driving, and immediately yelled, “Second Uncle.”

Yu Tingchuan nodded slightly, but glanced at Song Qingcheng behind Yu Jing.

Song Qingcheng was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, holding the other arm in one hand, and stood quietly beside the car. Perhaps because of boredom, she was turning her head and looking at the viaduct in the distance.

Yu Jing pouted and complained: “Uncle, you didn’t say on the phone that my second uncle was here as well.”

“My uncle and your uncle are old friends for many years, and we are not allowed to retell the past.” With that, Fu Jinyao stretched the opening of the big car door: “Get in the car, you can change to supper later.”

Yu Jing nodded, turned around to pull Song Qingcheng’s hand, and introduced to Fu Jinyao: “This is my classmate, just giving me a make-up lesson.”

Fu Jinyao smiled: “Then you really have to invite someone to have a big meal to thank you.”

“Sure!” Yu Jing hummed triumphantly.

When getting in the car, Yu Jing said to Song Qingcheng: “Sit in.”

Song Qingcheng bent down, his gaze hesitated for a second or two when he touched the sturdy shirt, but then he resumed as usual and sat down behind the driver’s seat.

In the car, it was so quiet that I could hear my breathing.

Song Qingcheng looked into the rearview mirror, only to see the man’s throat knot.

Yu Jing and Fu Jinyao also got on the bus soon.

Along the way, Yu Jing was like a happy little sparrow, lying on the front passenger seat and chatting with Fu Jinyao. Those weird ideas made Fu Jinyao laugh constantly.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked out the window of the car, interjecting without being ignorant.

After a while, Fu Jinyao asked his niece where to eat barbecue.

Yu Jing rolled her eyes, turned her head and asked, “Qingcheng, do you have any particular places you want to go?”

“Whatever.” Song Qingcheng pulled out a smile.

Hearing this, Yu Tingchuan, who was driving, raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. The girl had a beautiful side face, curved eyelashes, and a quiet smile. Compared with the noisy Yu Jing, she looked too quiet and cute.

Only soon, he looked away.

Yu Jing is already discussing with Fu Jinyao: “Why don’t you eat barbecue, go and eat three pots, I have eaten it twice in Zhangjiajie before, it’s spicy enough.”

Fu Jinyao has no opinion.

But because he is not in Nancheng all year round, he is not sure which restaurant has good dishes. The specific place must be determined by Yu Tingchuan.

…

About half an hour later, the car parked in a parking space near an alley.

As night falls, the lights on both sides of the road are beginning to shine, and the prosperity of the entire city is reflected in the glory of the sea of ​​lights.

Yu Tingchuan chose a private restaurant.

The restaurant is located deep in the alley, surrounded by old-fashioned Hui-style buildings with blue tiles and white walls, showing a simple atmosphere in the tranquility.

After getting out of the car, Yu Jing pulled Song Qingcheng into the alley first.

Song Qingcheng said, “Your uncle and your second uncle seem to have a really good relationship after walking some distance.”

“Yeah.” Yu Jing nodded: “My second uncle is the one brought up by my grandfather. My grandfather used to work under the hands of my grandfather. He came to know my uncle once and again. My second uncle never called me. Mom’s sister-in-law, she called her sister Minmin, and later changed her name when she was older. Hey, isn’t it this restaurant?”

While they were talking, the two walked to a yard with two red lanterns hanging at the door.

“East, Li, Ju.” After reading the cursive script on the plaque on the side, Yu Jing said to Song Qingcheng, “This is it.”

Not long after they entered the yard, Yu Tingchuan and Fu Jinyao also walked in.

The waiter in front of the cash register saw Yu Tingchuan and immediately came out to greet him. Without Yu Tingchuan, he led them to the vacant box on the second floor.

As soon as she sat down, Yu Jing took the menu and went to Song Qingcheng to discuss with her what to order.

Two men were drinking tea and talking next to each other.

Fu Jinyao continued to talk to Yu Tingchuan about the topic that he hadn’t finished talking in the afternoon: “Now the company only has you to help manage it. If even you plan to run north, your father is too old, I am afraid that he will not be able to take care of it.”

Yu Tingchuan put down the tea cup in his hand and slowly said, “Someone has to take care of the projects in the north.”

Fu Jinyao laughed: “That won’t be overkill. A good knife should be used on the blade. Although I am not sure about business matters, I can see that the Lu family’s industry has become more and more in your hands in recent years. Great, if you become such a comfortable person, you will definitely fall into a lot of complaints at that time.”

Yu Jing raised her head and looked at Yu Tingchuan in surprise: “Second Uncle, are you going to the north?”

Song Qingcheng was still looking at the menu in front of him, but his fingers tightened a bit.

“Not yet decided.” Yu Tingchuan’s mellow voice sounded.

At this time, the waiter came in.

Yu Jing handed the menu to the waiter. The waiter took a look and asked, “Do you want a dry pot or a soup pot?”

“Dry pot.” Yu Jing said.

But Yu Tingchuan said, “Soup pot.”

Yu Jing said with a bitter face: “But the soup pot is not very spicy, it doesn’t make you feel good when you eat.”

“Just to nourish your stomach.” Yu Tingchuan said as he picked up the teapot and poured half a cup of tea into the teacup.

…

The dishes will be served quickly tonight.

In less than ten minutes, the waiter came in with the pot.

Yu Jing began to be a little dissatisfied with the soup pot. When she looked at the delicious specialties, she immediately put aside the dry pot soup pot, picked up her rice bowl and started eating wildly.

Halfway through, Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone rang, and he got up and went outside the box.

Song Qingcheng slowly chewed the white rice in her mouth. After swallowing, she put down her chopsticks: “I’ll go to the bathroom.”

Yu Jing nodded, her mouth was not vague.

Coming out of the box, Song Qingcheng closed the door easily. He looked up and saw Yu Tingchuan standing by the aisle window. Today he was wearing a dark gray shirt with his cuffs casually stacked, and the watch-wearing left hand was holding the phone while answering the call. .

Song Qingcheng walked forward a few steps, with his hands around his chest, leaning on the pillar in the aisle and watching him.

A few minutes later, Yu Tingchuan ended the call.

－－－－－－Off-topic －－－－－－

In fact, not only Qingcheng sister is teasing Laoyu, Lao Yu also teasing her occasionally, and she still refuses to admit it/(ㄒoㄒ)/

Tip: The aunt is here, it is best not to eat spicy food, it is easy to have dysmenorrhea.

Well, I’m reminding you, everyone should understand