Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 54 Which building do you live in?

After getting in the car, the driver asked Song Qingcheng for his address.

“Go to Juying Road first, and I’ll talk to you after passing the Third Ring Road.” Considering the man resting behind, Song Qingcheng subconsciously controlled the volume.

A black Mercedes drove on the streets of Nancheng late at night.

On both sides of the driveway, dim lights and shades of trees flicked over Song Qingcheng’s vision from time to time.

Since she got in the car, Yu Tingchuan hadn’t spoken, and he couldn’t even feel his breath. There was no music in the car, only the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground.

When the car got off the third ring bridge, Song Qingcheng told the driver how to get there.

After speaking, she couldn’t help looking into the rearview mirror. The angle of the rearview mirror tilted exactly to reflect the situation in the back of the car.

Yu Tingchuan’s facial features are well-defined, and his nose is very sharp. It is different from the delicate looks of the popular little fresh meat, but a very pure masculinity. At his age, perhaps because he is in a high position all the time, he often shows a sense of behavior. Shares are unpredictable.

Song Qingcheng remembered that he had just got off work, passing by Yu Tingchuan’s box for dinner tonight, and vaguely heard the sound of playing mahjong inside.

However, when she came out of the clubhouse, Yu Tingchuan was already sitting in the car going back…

“Miss Song, is this here?” the driver’s voice came.

Song Qingcheng pointed to the open space outside the community: “Stop there, I can walk in by myself.”

At this moment, her cell phone rang, showing Shen Che’s name.

Song Qingcheng hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up.

Since Song Qingcheng went to work in the imperial court, Shen Che was worried that she would take the bus alone at night. No matter how late she was, she would use a small electric donkey to take her back to her residence. Today, Shen Che took a shift. The bus has been diverted, so I immediately called and asked: “It’s so late now and there is no bus. I will pick you up right away.”

“No need to come here, I’m already outside the community.”

“Why did you go back?” Shen Che was a little dubious.

Song Qingcheng didn’t say much in the car: “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll talk to you when I get home.”

The car was very quiet, and his deep voice became clearer and clearer.

“It’s mysterious, what’s the matter?”

“Why, I’m going to get out of the car and hang up first.”

After speaking, Song Qingcheng ended the call.

Yu Tingchuan in the back seat did not know when he opened his eyes. Suddenly, he asked, “Whose call?”

Maybe because of drinking, the man’s low voice is a little dull.

This kind of dull, but very charming.

Song Qingcheng didn’t expect that he would ask himself this way, but he was just taken aback. He didn’t look at the rearview mirror or looked back, and said casually, “My friend.”

Apart from this, there is no more explanation.

The car just stopped at the gate of the community.

Song Qingcheng got out of the car, thanked him briefly, and then turned into the community without looking back.

“Mr. Yu—” The driver, Zhao, turned his head and looked at the back of the car.

Old Zhao drove for Yu Tingchuan for many years and lived for most of his life. It seemed that his boss had something wrong tonight, not to mention that he suddenly got up at the poker table. If there is an emergency, the car will leave the underground garage of the imperial court, but let him Stopped first, and then sent the young girl home. He thought that Yu Tingchuan was an old acquaintance, but when he waited for someone to get in the car, the two did not even say hello.

Especially after the girl answered the phone, the weird atmosphere in the car couldn’t be hidden.

Yu Tingchuan had already retracted his gaze from the car window, pinched his brows with his slender fingers, and said slowly: “Let’s drive.”

On the way back.

Yu Tingchuan answered the phone. It was a boss at the dinner tonight. He had business dealings with Hengyuan. The two chatted irrelevantly. Zhao didn’t understand these stock market investment matters. The car stopped and waited for the red light. At that time, Yu Tingchuan also hung up the phone, his expression faintly showing tiredness, he leaned on his seat and slumbered.

Lao Zhao is a clumsy person, thinking about the Miss Song just now, who looked like she was only in her twenties, and pretended to speak casually: “My wife called me today and said that my son wants to fall in love. I said This is a good thing, the little **** has grown up, why do you have a heartbroken tone.”

As he said, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Yu Tingchuan did not respond, and continued to say: “My wife said, what do you know? Your son is looking at a woman ten years older than him, and she is next to her. There are other men who didn’t intend to be our daughter-in-law. I called and asked my little bastard. The little **** didn’t lie to me. After telling the story, I’ll tell him and I’ll tell you. Moms are the most ordinary and honest people, and they certainly don’t want to see the only child being played with emotions, and pity the parents of the world. Mr. Yu, do you think this is the reason?”

Yu Tingchuan opened his eyes, looked at the driver in front of him, and smiled: “You mean Sang Shuhuai’s skill, I didn’t pay attention to it before.”

Seeing his boss not only understood, but also pierced the layer of paper face to face, Old Zhao repeatedly said not to dare.

Even if I really think so in my heart.

Although he is only responsible for driving Yu Tingchuan to make ends meet, he has also heard about the gossip between Yu Tingchuan and the actress. When the divorce happened in the past, Yu Tingchuan left a more or less unrelenting impression in his heart. Moreover, Yu Tingchuan is still around now. There is a Miss Gu, who is the second daughter-in-law of the Yu family.

In the eyes of Lao Zhao, Yu Tingchuan’s words and deeds tonight are no different from other big bosses. He likes to raise young girls, but when he gets over, he can send people away with a pen.

After lowering the car window, Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette, and said calmly: “You can’t just stare at the surface when you look at people and things. Sometimes you feel honest, you don’t have to have guts, maybe you just carry the rope in front of you. Waiting for you to drill into the sleeve, do you think it is, Uncle Zhao.”

Old Zhao laughed: “I’m just a driver, and I can’t compare with Yu Zong’s ability to look at people’s minds.”

Yu Tingchuan also smiled slightly: “You have driven my grandfather for more than ten years. In front of you, I am afraid I am playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong.”

Speaking of Yu Lao, there was a brief silence in the car.

Lao Zhao remembered another thing and said after a while: “The end of this month is your mother’s death. If you can’t spare the time, I will do it simply as I did in previous years.”

Yu Tingchuan put out half of the cigarette: “Let’s talk about it then.”

…

Just as Song Qingcheng inserted the key into the door hole, Shen Che called again.

While answering the phone, she pushed the door into the room, turned on the light, closed the door with her backhand, and Shen Che had already crackled and asked a lot over there.

Song Qingcheng didn’t conceal it, and told Yu Tingchuan to send her back.

Shen Che was quiet for a while on the phone, and said quietly: “Why are you still unrelated to him?”

“If you refuse to introduce me to Gao Fushuai, then I can only hang on his tree.”

Shen Che knew that Song Qingcheng was joking, but he couldn’t help admonishing: “Yu Tingchuan is really not suitable for you. Don’t say anything else, he is so much older than you. The three-year-old generation gap, you count it yourself, you guys How deep is the gap between them.”

Song Qingcheng opened the supper bag on the table: “No matter how deep the gap is, in front of money, it is all flat ground.”

Shen Che couldn’t argue with anger: “I think you are losing money!”

Song Qingcheng leaned on the edge of the table, looked at the night outside the window, curled his lips, but said heartlessly: “No way, who makes me poor, but I don’t want to live this kind of life again.”

After hearing this, Shen Che was speechless for a while.

“Alright.” Song Qingcheng broke the silence first, his tone still relaxed: “Go to bed, I have to take a rest after eating.”

Hanging up the phone, she held the phone, but did not move for a long time.

Song Qingcheng didn’t recover until there was movement outside. The bowl of fried noodles on the table was so cold that he suddenly lost his appetite. Seeing that it was past 12 o’clock, he took his clothes and went to take a bath.

After the shower, Song Qingcheng was already very tired, and fell on the bed without blowing his hair.

He was asleep, and the phone on his pillow vibrated.

The call is an unfamiliar number, local to Nancheng.

Song Qingcheng sat up, and after a while, she pressed the answer button and put the phone to her ear: “Hello, who?”

“Yu Tingchuan.” The other party only said three words.

Song Qingcheng thought it was his own illusion, and the other party said, “Your wallet is with me.”

“…”

Song Qingcheng got up immediately and went over to flip through his small square bag.

Sure enough, no wallet was found.

When Shen Che answered the phone, she took her mobile phone from her bag, maybe she took out her wallet and fell into the seam of the seat…

Song Qingcheng held the phone and did not hang up. On the phone, silence spread. She bit her lip with her teeth, as if she was measuring something. Only in the past few seconds she said: “When will President Yu go to the imperial court, can you help me? Bring it over and put it at the front desk then—”

“Which building do you live in?” Yu Tingchuan asked over there.