Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 55 Man’s inferiority

The man’s voice is very deep and very magnetic.

Song Qingcheng was still holding the phone with his fingers clenched. Seeing that she didn’t answer, Yu Tingchuan asked, “Inconvenient?”

“…No.” Song Qingcheng answered vaguely.

There was silence on the other end of the phone before Yu Tingchuan said, “At the gate of the community, come and pick up your wallet.”

Putting down the phone, Song Qingcheng stood by the table. About two minutes later, she walked to the trolley case and squatted down. She just touched a T-shirt with her hand, as if she suddenly realized something, she changed to the short one next to her. The denim shawl was directly put on the burgundy suspender nightdress, and a slipknot was tied at the hem.

Song Qingcheng didn’t blow his hair or look for a comb, but just scratched at random with his hands in front of the mirror.

As for the feet, there is a pair of ordinary linen sandals.

…

Outside the community, a black Mercedes was parked impressively.

Yu Tingchuan sat in the car for a while, then pushed the car door down, and lit a cigarette while waiting.

Standing sideways by the car, he was tall and tall, and at the same time he looked at the resettlement community.

Different from those high-end communities managed by property companies, the communities built for demolished households, apart from a dozen six-storey duplex buildings, do not have afforestation and parking system, and the facade of the community is not decorated. The road was full of garbage on both sides, and even if there was a distance, a faint stench could still be smelled.

Reaching through the driving window, Yu Tingchuan took out a bottle of mineral water from the car.

He drank almost half of the bottle, feeling that the alcohol concentration in his body had decreased, and then screwed on the cap with his hand holding the cigarette.

At this time, there was a movement of the man vomiting in front of him.

Yu Tingchuan raised his deep gaze, and happened to see the slender shadow trotting, the roadside lights were fascinating, the skirt was light and thin, and the skin was white and snowy. She was still holding a mobile phone in her left hand, bypassing the garbage along the way, her pace was slow Come down and carefully avoid the drunk who fell on the side of the road…

Seeing Song Qingcheng getting closer, Yu Tingchuan lighted his cigarette unconsciously with his hand hanging down to his side.

When she came to him, he also finished smoking and threw the cigarette **** into the roadside trash can.

Song Qingcheng’s breath was still a bit panting. She hooked the hair around her ears with her hands. Her movements looked casual, but she seemed to be hiding a certain embarrassment. There was a faint smile on her face, but she was a little away from thousands of miles away. You are polite: “In fact, you don’t have to send it here so late, and there are no important documents in it.”

Yu Tingchuan stared at her for a few seconds, then put his hand back into his trouser pocket: “I come out alone in the early morning, will my boyfriend not give it away?”

His tone was normal, and he seemed to be caring.

Song Qingcheng was stunned, trying to figure out the meaning of his words, but quickly laughed again: “There is a camera at the intersection next to it, and I can take pictures of this neighborhood. Besides, I have nothing to grab.”

There seems to be something wrong with this answer, but it seems that no specific mistake can be found.

Yu Tingchuan did not answer.

Song Qingcheng didn’t seem to notice the weird atmosphere, and asked curiously: “Right, where’s the wallet?”

After speaking, he stretched out his right hand towards Yu Tingchuan.

Just the next second, her wrist was caught.

The dry heat from the surface of the skin and the ambiguous hotness made Song Qingcheng feel a little bit at a loss.

She struggled subconsciously, but did not succeed. Yu Tingchuan’s hands were slightly harder, and she was taken forward. She could vaguely feel the man’s breathing on top of her head, and then heard him ask: “Did you go to get the third vaccination? ?”

Song Qingcheng tried to keep himself calm, and slowly smiled at Yu Tingchuan’s eyes: “Well, I went on Sunday.”

Yu Tingchuan asked again: “I went there by myself?”

Song Qingcheng’s heartbeat quickened, and Yu Tingchuan’s voice was very nice, it was the deep and steady voice of a mature man, and the deep and steady of a business person. This was the first time he used this tone to speak to himself, and the two of them were still so close. , It is difficult not to make people think about it.

“Is there a difference?” She didn’t answer the question, and her right wrist was also fighting with him.

Yu Tingchuan eased his grip on her, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, holding her thin wrist to the area behind him, Song Qingcheng fell directly into his arms.

Under the faint street lights, Yu Tingchuan lowered her head to condense her white and clean face: “Women are too smart to arouse the jealousy of men, but they will only make people feel dull and boring.”

The game where you come and go just now comes to an end at this moment.

Song Qingcheng smiled slightly, but his eyes flickered: “What about men, are they all so capricious?”

Yu Tingchuan looked at her quietly, and after a while, he answered with action.

With her lips pressed together, Song Qingcheng was not shy, she stood on her toes and responded actively.

His breathing gradually became panting, and the heat and humidity were intertwined silently.

Yu Tingchuan hugged her soft body, let her be close to herself, his big hand slowly descended from Song Qingcheng’s waist, and the other hand was wrapped around her delicate ears. The man’s palm was wide and dry, and he opened his mouth to embrace her Song Qingcheng lacked actual combat experience, and soon his legs became weak after being kissed.