Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 46 Yu Tingchuan’s mind (fix bug)

The same thing, listening to other people’s words, and listening to the person’s own words, can not be compared with others.

The atmosphere in the ward, and even the air, seemed to freeze all at once.

Song Qingcheng’s hands on the quilt tightened slightly, and she casually provoked the conversation, but now because of surprise, she didn’t know how to answer the conversation for a while, and her mind was filled with the message’Yu Tingchuan really has a son’, and she even thought of it in her heart. Doubt, whether Yu Tingchuan told him that on purpose.

A man in his 30s who was divorced and had children, and his ex-wife is still alive. As long as he is not dizzy, who would be willing to take a trip to the muddy waters of a good young girl?

Yu Tingchuan didn’t seem to notice her abnormality. With a cigarette in his hand, he took his chin and pointed to the takeaway bag on the bedside table: “It’s almost cold. Let’s have supper first.”

The tone of his speech was always gentle, but it was this maturity and gentleness that, invisibly, made the gap between her and him even more obvious.

It also made the accident insignificant…

Song Qingcheng picked up the spoon and smelled the faint scent of porridge, but couldn’t lift the slightest appetite.

The two of them didn’t talk much until the whole bag was dripped.

On the way back to school, Song Qingcheng kept looking at Yu Tingchuan, who was driving next to him, but no matter how she looked, she couldn’t see anything from Yu Tingchuan’s angular profile.

Some people are unsympathetic to others, and equally unsympathetic to themselves.

The black Jaguar stalled on the side of the road in front of the Yuanwei school.

“Go in.” Yu Tingchuan’s voice is neither light nor heavy, and there is a sense of restraint as an elder in the deepness.

Song Qingcheng didn’t sit still like last time, stood firmly beside the car and slammed the door.

She walked a few steps towards the school gate, then suddenly stopped and looked back, and saw Yu Tingchuan’s car still parked in the same place, with yellow street lights hitting the roof of the car, and the black metal scattered with a cold halo.

The mind of an adult man is not purer than that of a young man. Regarding certain behaviors of Yu Tingchuan, Song Qingcheng, who is only in his early twenties, is always futile. Like Liu Deshun, she can still deal with one or two, but it seems that what she does is wrong when placed in Yu Tingchuan.

Perhaps, she just couldn’t fathom Yu Tingchuan’s behavior.

Song Qingcheng couldn’t help thinking of Yu Tingchuan’s eyes.

It was dark and quiet, like a deep pool without ripples all the year round.

Entering the gate of the school, Song Qingcheng looked out to the side of the road again. The black Jaguar had already driven away.

…

On the second day, Song Qingcheng met Yu Jing while out for exercise.

After doing morning exercises, Yu Jing took Song Qingcheng to the commissary. It was the peak period and the commissary was overcrowded.

Song Qingcheng didn’t go in, and sat on the bench by the lawn to wait for Yu Jing. A few minutes later, Yu Jing squeezed out of the crowd, holding a box of three-color cups and a can of Wangzai milk in her hand.

“Here, here you are.” Yu Jing handed over the milk.

There were fifteen minutes left between classes, and the two of them did not rush back to the classroom.

Yu Jing dug a few scoops of ice cream and put it in her mouth, swallowing it wholeheartedly, and said, “My mom plans to let me go to Switzerland to study next year.” Then, she turned to ask Song Qingcheng, “What about you, which university are you going to apply for next year?”

“Not sure yet.” Song Qingcheng said truthfully.

Yu Jing frowned bitterly: “My mom wants to take my dad to Switzerland for treatment. This is just to take me on the way.”

Song Qingcheng drank a sip of milk and smiled: “It’s good. Go out and take a look more, just to increase your knowledge.”

“Just my bad results, going there is also the bottom.” Yu Jing turned around and hugged Song Qingcheng: “I said I want to go abroad, why are you so calm, we may not see each other for several years, under normal circumstances, you are not I should be reluctant, and say a few more sensational words, you can easily lose mine like this…”

Song Qingcheng nodded in cooperation: “Well, then you take care of yourself.”

Yu Jing cried twice, and then looked away: “Actually, I am not the worst. There is a young man in the family who was sent abroad since he was born. It’s almost seven or eight years.”

Song Qingcheng took the milk jug to her mouth, something flashed in her heart. When she reacted, she had already asked, “So small, can you adapt?”

“It should be possible.” Yu Jing answered uncertainly and paused and said: “JOICE can’t hear. The education mechanism for deaf-mute children in China is not perfect. My mother said, let JOICE grow up abroad, at least There is no need to suffer too many strange looks. The advantages will definitely outweigh the disadvantages.”

“JOICE?” Song Qingcheng repeated the boy’s English name.

Yu Jing said suddenly, “I forgot to tell you that JOICE is the son of my second uncle, born to his ex-wife, and he is seven years old this year.”

In Nancheng, when we talk about age, we always refer to one year old.

Seven years old is seven years old.

“When I got divorced, my child was sentenced to my second aunt.” Yu Jing took out her wallet and clicked on the photo above: “This was taken when JOICE came to Nancheng for summer vacation last year. Isn’t she beautiful? ”

Song Qingcheng followed Yu Jing’s hand and saw a picture of Yu Jing and the little boy.

The boy in the photo is the same as the one in the photo of Yu Tingchuan’s wallet, but now I can see it more clearly. Indeed, as Yu Jing said, the facial features are very beautiful, especially the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose. You can vaguely see Yu Tingchuan’s shadow.