Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 63 How did you and Yu Tingchuan meet?

Song Qingcheng noticed where Lu Xishan’s eyes were. She didn’t put away the watch immediately, but she didn’t take the initiative to explain. She looked at the call on the phone. It was a sales number starting with ’40’. She didn’t answer it. Press the hang up button.

Lu Xishan asked: “Why don’t you pick up?”

“It’s a harassing call.” Song Qingcheng put the phone back in his bag.

Lu Xishan only thought that she was unwilling to talk to people in front of her. As for who made the call, he turned to the men’s watch again, thoughtfully.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes.

Song Qingcheng raised his head: “Please bring me two small dishes.”

The waiter said: “Okay, wait a moment.”

Song Qingcheng gave the other party a smile without hesitation.

When the waiter brought the plates, Song Qingcheng gave himself and Lu Xishan one for each, and poured sauce vinegar on the plates, ignoring Lu Xishan’s somewhat solemn expression, put the vinegar pot back and spoke, with a relaxed tone: “This The potsticker at home tastes very good. I have eaten it several times before. Uncle, you can try it.”

Lu Xishan didn’t get the chopsticks. He was very worried, thinking about the company’s financial situation in the past two months.

Mr. Liu has already expressed the idea of ​​divestment, and currently it is all dragged by Ge Wenjuan.

Lu Xishan thought for a while, and finally said, “How about listening to the concert that day?”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “It’s good.”

Seeing that Song Qingcheng didn’t mean to miss much, Lu Xishan could only pick out his own thoughts: “Qingcheng, you are not young anymore. Although you are still studying, there are things you can’t keep on. Come out and talk about your business.”

“This…” Song Qingcheng was a little embarrassed: “Then when I go to Hengyuan in the afternoon, ask him first.”

Lu Xishan had a meal with his teacup hand and raised his head to look at his niece.

The two words ‘Hengyuan’ sounded like thunder on the ground.

Lu Xishan certainly didn’t think that Song Qingcheng was in love with Hengyuan’s staff, not to mention the famous watch on the table, and the luxury car parked outside Lujiamen that evening. On the night back from the Gu’s birthday banquet, Song Qingcheng paid I said, “Isn’t Uncle seen him tonight?”

Those who were able to attend the birthday banquet of Old Gu, were all the people in Nancheng who had good looks.

A person flashed in Lu Xishan’s mind, and he felt that it was impossible. Whether it was age or other aspects, it seemed unbelievable, even if Song Qingcheng had a good face.

In this world, there is no shortage of beautiful women.

However, I don’t know if it is a psychological effect, and then I look at the watch, and I feel that I saw the person wearing it from a distance before.

In the relationship between men and women, which step will it take to place the personal objects on the other side…

Song Qingcheng took a sip of water and said quietly, “I wanted to wait and wait until the relationship is completely stable, and then tell my uncle. How can I say this is a matter of two people. I’m not good at making opinions alone. Uncle, you say yes. Isn’t it?”

Lu Xishan pondered for a moment, or said his own guess: “The person who borrowed your suit that night was Hengyuan’s boss Yu Tingchuan?”

Song Qingcheng smiled, acquiescing in disguise.

“…”

Lu Xishan was unavoidably shocked. He didn’t expect what he said, so he asked for a long time: “How did you meet Yu Tingchuan?”

“He is the elder of my classmate.”

Song Qingcheng spoke quickly and looked at Lu Xishan: “Uncle doesn’t want it to be him?”

Lu Xishan’s heart went back and forth, but more of a sigh of relief, he slowly laughed: “As long as you are good to you, no matter who it is, uncle won’t object.”

When Song Qingcheng heard the words, a faint smile appeared on his lips: “He is very good to me, don’t worry, uncle, this time I won’t let it go easily. After all, he cares about the man who takes care of me like him. Encountered.”

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After lunch, Song Qingcheng returned to the inpatient department alone.

Grandma was leaning on the bed, knitting things with her reading glasses. During these days, the old man’s health improved a lot. Hearing the movement of the door opening, she looked behind Song Qingcheng: “Your uncle went home?”

“Well,” Song Qingcheng closed the door gently with his backhand: “Uncle just received the call and went back to the company first.”

The old man put the needle and thread basket on the bedside table, waited for Song Qingcheng to sit down by the bed, looked carefully, smiled graciously and asked, “Are you at the object recently?”