Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 62 I don’t do business

Because of physical discomfort, Song Qingcheng took two days of leave in the imperial court.

That day, after hanging up the drips and returning home, she tore off the sheets and crumpled them into the washing machine, then went back to the room and took a nap on a palm mattress.

With this sleep, Song Qingcheng couldn’t sleep peacefully.

Bewildered, some clips played back in my mind, so real that every detail is so clear.

The expressions on the man’s face were calm, each other’s breaths intertwined and depressed, his thin lips pressed tightly, his eyes were cold, only the things that filled her body were hot, and the sweat spread along his forehead to his chin. , Some also fell on her delicate skin.

I don’t know how long it has been, Yu Tingchuan seemed to be tired of this posture, and while sitting up, he pulled her up, raising her legs around her waist.

She obediently wrapped her hands around his neck, her body’s center of gravity was supported on him…

When Song Qingcheng woke up, the setting sun was already outside the window.

I picked up the phone to check the time. It was around five in the afternoon.

Song Qingcheng raised her hand to close her messy long hair and sat there blankly, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she flicked the indoor slippers to the bathroom. After washing, she washed the sheets and clothes to dry. When I got up, I even took a brief look at the room.

Before throwing out the trash, notice the box of family planning supplies on the cabinet.

She didn’t throw it away.

Open the drawer and put it in.

Song Qingcheng went downstairs with a garbage bag, passing by the small shop, a woman in a red dress was sitting at the door smoking a cigarette, with heavy makeup, and her dressing up. In the resettlement community, many rented a house to do skin and meat business. Yes, the other party whispered a few words to the shop owner, and the two looked at Song Qingcheng who had returned from throwing out the garbage with interest.

When I went upstairs, the woman in the red skirt followed.

The woman walked behind Song Qingcheng and spoke in a casual tone: “I haven’t seen you before. You just opened the door to pick up business recently?”

Song Qingcheng understood the meaning of her words. He didn’t want to talk about it at first, but he was afraid that if he didn’t make it clear now, he would incur unnecessary troubles for himself in the future, so he said lightly, “I don’t do business.”

“Oh, the little girl has a good temper.” The woman smiled deeply, her eyes slanted, and her gaze circulated on Song Qingcheng: “You are so beautiful, and your skin is white. It would be wrong for you to nest here. I know a few. The person in charge of the clubhouse, if you have the will, I can introduce you in.”

While speaking, Song Qingcheng had already reached the third floor and took out the key to open the door.

Seeing that she was so uncomfortable, the woman couldn’t help feeling that she was scorned, and mocked her lips: “What kind of pretense, I yelled so loudly last night, I was downstairs and listened to the bed shaking all night, that bed. It’s all ruined by you guys, where can you find a man like that.”

The response to her was the security door that was slammed.

“What stuff…” The woman sneered, scratching her head and walking away.

Inside the house.

Song Qingcheng leaned against the door. After a while, she went back to her room and accidentally caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. That face became more and more strange.

At night, when he was about to go to bed, Song Qingcheng lay down, but his shoulder was hit by something hard.

I took off the pillow and saw a men’s watch.

It was what Yu Tingchuan wore on his left wrist last night.

Song Qingcheng held the steel watch in her hand and turned to look at her mobile phone. From morning to now, there was no phone or text message. She held her bent legs. After a long time, she still saved the number in the call log. Into the phone address book.

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During the day the next day, Song Qingcheng went to the hospital to visit her grandmother.

Pushing open the door of the ward, he found that Lu Xishan was also there. Lu Xishan was talking to the old man, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Lu Xishan would come to the hospital once a week. When Song Qingcheng came in, his expression was more gentle: “Take a rest today?”

Song Qingcheng smiled faintly: “I transferred a day shift with my colleague.”

Lu Xishan nodded and continued to chat with his grandmother. The topic was nothing more than asking about the old man’s physical condition and saying something caring and considerate. Song Qingcheng put down the fruit in his hand and made a new cup of tea for Lu Xishan.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Xishan asked Song Qingcheng to go to a restaurant near the hospital for lunch.

It’s time for the meal, the dishes are unpleasant.

Lu Xishan asked Song Qingcheng about the recent situation. He didn’t know where Qingcheng was working part-time. He just assumed that she was working as a cashier in a supermarket or a private store.

After a few words, the atmosphere fell silent.

Lu Xishan took a sip of water, put the cup back, and said, “Your sister is going back to China soon. I discussed with your aunt and thought it would be better for you to move back. If you rent a house outside, my uncle is not at ease. .”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “But if you move back, some things will be inconvenient.”

Lu Xishan was about to ask something, Song Qingcheng’s cell phone rang, and she took the small square bag, because the bag space was not large, so she could only take out some things before taking the phone. Lu Xishan almost caught the man at a glance. Steel watch.

That watch is very expensive at first glance, and is a favorite brand of business people.