Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 57 Are they not at home?

This time, Song Qingcheng responded even more sparingly.

The sucking between the lips and teeth was throbbing.

Song Qingcheng had just taken a shower before coming out. There was a faint body scent on her body, which smelled very good, but her face was pure, without even applying toner. The warm yellow light on the side of the road made her eyebrows look like The distant mountains, the skin is white and tender, like the stamens after the rain in the morning, and you can pinch water with a light pinch.

She didn’t know why she said those four words.

Perhaps, as she told Shen Che, she was too eager to get rid of the current life.

Sitting in Yu Tingchuan’s car, the two of them were speechless for a while, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressed, but this depression was more like restraining something.

A few minutes later, the black Benz stopped downstairs in Apartment 9.

On the first floor, a small shop rebuilt from a family house is lit, because the card game has not been closed just after the break.

Just after Yu Tingchuan was in gear, Song Qingcheng whispered, “I’m going to buy something,” and got out of the car first, watching her run into the shop. Yu Tingchuan sat in the car for a while before getting down, he stood Next to the car, because of a cigarette addiction, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and then threw the cigarette case and the lighter back into the car.

As for what Song Qingcheng went in to buy, it was a tacit question.

It didn’t take long for Yu Tingchuan to see the girl in the red dress coming out of the store. Before she quickly walked to the car, he stepped on the remaining half of the cigarette beside the leather shoes.

There is no elevator in the apartment building, and the corridor lights are in disrepair for many years.

Song Qingcheng turned on the flashlight software on her mobile phone. When she went upstairs, she still turned her head and said in the dark, “There is no light in the corridor, so be careful of your steps.”

The place that the mobile phone can photograph is only a corner.

Yu Tingchuan copied the bag with one hand and followed her up the steps.

The female college student who was renting with Song Qingcheng is not there. One has returned to his hometown these few days, and the other has not returned from a trip with her boyfriend.

The sound of the key turning and unlocking was particularly clear in the middle of the night.

Turning on the light, Song Qingcheng put the key and the things in his hand on the table, then turned around and asked, “Would you like to drink water?”

Before Yu Tingchuan could answer, she dragged the chair over and placed it next to the bed, and took a rubber band to tie her hair up: “Sit down first. There is no mineral water at home. I’ll go to boil a pot of water.”

After speaking, he took the electric kettle out of the room.

Yu Tingchuan stood next to the 1.5-meter bed and looked at the bedroom, which was less than 12 square meters. It had a window, a table, and two chairs. The wall next to the table was covered with scotch tape. The mirror and the trash can beside the door are all old furniture of some years. The fruit-green trolley box became the only bright spot in the house.

Song Qingcheng took the water from the kitchen and did not return to the room to boil water. Instead, he walked to the corner of the living room and used the plug there.

Listening to the sound of boiling water, her expression was a little dumbfounded.

Five minutes later, a pot of water boiled.

Song Qingcheng looked around in the living room, but did not find a disposable cup, so he could only go back to the room to get his usual drinking cup, and when she pushed open the open door, he found that Yu Tingchuan was sitting on a chair with folded legs. Holding a book in her hand, it was the “Old Man and the Sea” she had bought and read on the bedside.

Such a scene is like ordinary hospitality.

Hearing the movement, Yu Tingchuan raised his head.

Song Qingcheng picked up the tea cup on the table and smiled slightly: “There are no extra cups at home, but rest assured, I will wash them very cleanly.”

When she came in again with the cup, Yu Tingchuan had already folded the book and put it back on the bed.

He asked, “Co-rented with someone else?”

Song Qingcheng was stunned, then smiled: “Yes, two female college students.”

“Aren’t they at home tonight?”

“…”

Song Qingcheng didn’t know how Yu Tingchuan discovered it. However, Yu Tingchuan didn’t give her a chance to think. He put the tea cup she handed over, and then stood up and hugged her and pressed her down. Bed.

What happens after that is a matter of course.