Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 44 Some things, hope is always good

Not long after, Fu Jinyao returned from the bathroom.

At the end of a meal, Fu Jinyao’s cell phone rang and it was Fu Min.

Fu Jinyao returned to Nancheng this morning. As soon as he unloaded his luggage at home, he went to Hengyuan to find Yu Tingchuan. At this moment, he saw his sister’s call. Because there was nothing to avoid, he didn’t go outside to pick it up. It was Yu Jing. Knowing that it was his mother’s phone call, he pricked his ears to eavesdrop next to him.

After a few words, Fu Jinyao hung up.

Putting away the phone, he pondered for a while, and asked Yu Tingchuan, “Is Qi Dong still the same?”

Yu Tingchuan leaned back on the chair and rubbed the cigarette lightly with his thumb. He was noncommittal about this question.

Fu Jinyao understood what he meant, and sighed: “I heard Minmin mean that she intends to take Qi Dong to a foreign country for treatment. In recent years, domestic brain experts have been hired by her almost all the time.”

In the box, the atmosphere became a little dull.

“In Switzerland, in the past two years, an expert specializing in vegetative awakening therapy has appeared.” Yu Tingchuan lighted the ash in the ashtray and said unhurriedly: “There are some things, it is always good to have hope.”

Song Qingcheng listened, and his eyes fell on him again.

However, apart from the hazy smoke, nothing was clearly seen.

After eating, the group left Dongli Residence.

Just stepping out of the alley, the black Mercedes parked on the side of the road turned on its lights, and a person in the driver’s seat, Yu Jing smashed her mouth, and whispered to Song Qingcheng: “It’s my driver who used to drive my dad, but he kept driving. Responsible for picking up my mother.”

Fu Jinyao talked to the driver of the Yu family in the past, and turned to Yu Jing and said, “Jingjing, I’m going to the hospital, you come with me.”

In fact, Yu Jing was not very willing, but thinking that Fu Jinyao always loved her, and because she was going to see her parents, she couldn’t find a reason for rejection, nodded, and asked Yu Tingchuan: “Second uncle, are you going there too?” ”

Fu Jinyao said, “If your second uncle doesn’t go, it will be our uncle and nephew.”

Yu Jing narrowed the corners of her mouth.

Fu Jinyao smiled, touched his niece’s head, and opened the rear door to let her sit in.

After getting in the car, Yu Jing lowered the window and stretched her head out: “Qingcheng, I will go to the hospital to see my dad. You ask my second uncle to take you back to school. I will definitely not go back tonight. I will find you again tomorrow. ”

Seeing her charming appearance, Song Qingcheng smiled and nodded: “Okay, you also take care of yourself.”

The black Mercedes drove away quickly.

Song Qingcheng stood in place, staring at the car that was merging into the traffic, and Yu Tingchuan’s low voice was already heard: “Let’s go.”

When she retracted her gaze, she only saw the back of the man walking towards the car.

Yu Tingchuan used the remote control key to unlock the car. Seeing that no one followed, he turned his head and saw a girl standing still a few steps away from him.

At night, as cars came and went, diminishing lights passed by the two of them.

Yu Tingchuan opened the co-pilot door: “Get in the car.”

“No, I can go back by subway.” Song Qingcheng refused.

This time, Yu Tingchuan raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. The man’s gaze was very deep, and that deep, inevitably with a thrilling aura, Song Qingcheng dropped to his side, and his fingers curled lightly with his schoolbag: “On the way here, I saw the subway station, not far away.”

“Get in the car.” Yu Tingchuan repeated those two words, and then said: “Don’t let me say it the third time.”

Under his rather severe orders, she even made her look like an unreasonable kid, Song Qingcheng fought silently for a while, and finally walked over slowly.

Jaguar XKR is a two-car door.

When he walked to the car, Song Qingcheng glanced at the back of the car, and finally chose to sit in the front.

Along the way, the car was quiet and the atmosphere was a bit unusual.

At the crossroad ahead, Song Qingcheng suddenly said, “There is a subway station in front. I just get off there.”

Yu Tingchuan did not respond.

Seeing the subway station that quickly flashed past the car window, Song Qingcheng knew that it was useless to say no more, so she simply leaned on the seat and fell silent and felt bored. She turned her head to look at the bright night scene outside.

Song Qingcheng had never thought it was so long in the half-hour drive.

At a red light, the car slowly stopped at the intersection.

Suddenly, his stomach felt a little uncomfortable, Song Qingcheng raised his hand without a trace, and held the position of colic.

In the past few years, she didn’t cherish this body and tossed around indiscriminately, and her sequelae became more and more obvious in these two years.

Yu Tingchuan noticed her little movement, turned his head, and glanced at her inquiringly: “What’s the matter?”

“It’s okay…” Song Qingcheng’s voice was very soft.

Ahead, the red light turns to green light.

The car restarted.

Because of inertia, Song Qingcheng’s chest was tumbling, and she felt like she was about to vomit at any time. She subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand. After Yu Tingchuan noticed it, he turned his hand holding the steering wheel and pulled the car over.

Almost as soon as the car stopped steadily, Song Qingcheng pushed the door down, leaned over and vomited on the side of the road.

Yu Tingchuan got out of the car and saw that she almost vomited everything she ate at night, his face was almost transparent under the light of the car.

“Get in the car and take you to the hospital.” He said.

Song Qingcheng stood up straight, her eyelashes bowed down: “It’s just that the stomach feels a little uncomfortable, it’s nothing.”

The two stood by the road, forming a new round of stalemate.

Yu Tingchuan did not force her to get in the car. He was standing next to the car. Song Qingcheng heard the patter of a lighter, and then smelled the smell of burning tobacco. Maybe because of the spicy food at night, her stomach didn’t just hurt like before. It was over, but there was a tendency to become more painful and intense, and cold sweat came out of my forehead.

Regardless of the process, Song Qingcheng was sent to the hospital in the end.

After the doctor’s examination, Song Qingcheng took another film, and finally diagnosed with a mild gastric ulcer, and prescribed an infusion and a few boxes of medicine.

Yu Tingchuan went to pay for the medicine, and Song Qingcheng sat on the aisle chair and waited for him to return.