Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 68 fear me?

Song Qingcheng was suddenly hugged by someone, and hit the metal automatic buckle of the belt around her waist. The pain hit, and her expression was shocked for an instant, even if she was cleverly concealed by herself.

Yu Tingchuan looked at her, his voice was the same as when he answered the phone just now: “It’s so late, haven’t you come home?”

This question is not a preface.

Song Qingcheng was still holding his shoulders with both hands. At the waist, Yu Tingchuan’s palms were still not retracted. Her eyelashes flickered lightly, as if hesitating. After a few seconds passed, her eyes touched and her mouth raised. Chaotic chuckle: “I’m planning to go back.”

However, Yu Tingchuan didn’t mean to let go.

In the waning night, tranquility was also rendered, making people feel that they should not be able to deal with themselves.

“Afraid of me?” Yu Tingchuan said suddenly.

The man’s voice still sounded unmoving and calm, and he couldn’t even guess his deep thoughts.

Song Qingcheng raised his eyes again and stared into his eyes. There was no desire and desire, inexplicably, giving the man in front of him an ascetic charm that was irresistible.

“No.” She denied in a low voice, however, the temperature of her cheeks increased.

Yu Tingchuan’s gaze was always fixed on her face, seeing that she was pretending to be mature and open, and she also took her shyness into his eyes. He held Song Qingcheng’s big hand around her waist, and at the same time he released the force, was in her waist. At the position, he gently stroked a section, this behavior seemed to be inadvertent, and it seemed to carry some charming hints.

The allure of mature men is never in appearance, especially these successful people.

Money has given them enough confidence to highlight their superior style that is different from ordinary people. Therefore, no matter what they say or do, they look elegant and calm, which inevitably makes people’s hearts moving.

Song Qingcheng took the opportunity to step back and smiled faintly: “You will miss the last bus anytime later. It’s not that you can meet good-hearted people every night.”

After speaking, I plan to cross the Ukine River and head towards the exit of the basement.

When he passed by, he was restrained.

Yu Tingchuan stretched out her hand, holding her beautifully shaped thin wrist: “I will drive you.”

This is the second time Yu Tingchuan took the initiative to pull her hand. The last time, that pull, and finally they rolled onto the bed. Song Qingcheng was looked at by his deep eyes, and on the inside of his wrist, he felt Yu Tingchuan’s thumb and her finger. The skin, with very light movements, is like a feather scratching on the tip of a person’s heart.

She didn’t say no, only said: “It will delay you from doing business.”

Yu Tingchuan did not answer the conversation, and let go of her hand. Song Qingcheng stood there, watching him open the passenger car door: “Get in the car.”

Song Qingcheng hesitated a little, but in the end, he walked over.

Sitting in the car, Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette again, and then started the engine. He didn’t raise the window, but he still asked Song Qingcheng symbolically: “Isn’t it okay if I don’t turn on the air conditioner?”

The cigarettes were already lit, and she said no, I’m afraid it would be useless.

This question was not so much as asking for her opinion, it was just notifying her.

Song Qingcheng turned his gaze to the dashboard of the car again, where there were half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, but after a while, Yu Tingchuan had already smoked two cigarettes. It is conceivable that the number of private cigarettes is heavy.

Jaguar slowly drove out of the underground parking lot, Yu Tingchuan asked: “Or back to the resettlement community?”

“Yeah.” Song Qingcheng nodded.

Yu Tingchuan’s hand hit the steering wheel half a circle, and the black Jaguar drove to the wide avenue leading to the third ring road.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light.

Song Qingcheng’s cell phone rang in his bag.

She took it out and looked at the flashing screen. She didn’t know whether to press the answer button or the end button.

At this time, the red light turns to green.

“No?” Yu Tingchuan asked casually, and continued to drive while looking ahead.

Song Qingcheng heard him say this, pressed the answer button and put the phone to his right ear. The call was from his grandmother, so you don’t need to guess that he was here to ask about the progress of the blind date.

“Already on the way home.”

“…”

Grandma asked over there if the blind date had sent her back.

“No.” Song Qingcheng raised her left hand and pulled a few strands of hair behind her ear. Yu Tingchuan was beside her, and she couldn’t say a lot of things. The little lie that she thought was irrelevant before, now she can’t just take care of it. “I have something wrong, they will leave first.”

“…”

“Human, not bad, very good.”

“…”

“I know, it’s getting late, go and rest soon.”

The old man was still worried. His granddaughter was beautiful, and she couldn’t keep her mind to know someone outside. She also said a lot of good things for Aunt Xu’s nephew on the phone. Don’t forget to beat Song Qingcheng and don’t be led by the plot in the TV series. It’s bad, to live a solid life is the right way.

Song Qingcheng didn’t say anything to refute, but always catered to grandma’s follow-up teaching.

Yu Tingchuan’s mobile phone also vibrated on the dashboard.

Song Qingcheng tightened his fingers while holding the phone, worried that when Yu Tingchuan answered the phone, his grandmother heard a male voice next to him, and he would definitely keep asking questions by then.

There are some things that she doesn’t want to be known by her grandmother, and she doesn’t want to see the expression of disappointment from the elderly.

When he was feeling uneasy, Yu Tingchuan took his cell phone and hung up.

Song Qingcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time pulled out an excuse to end the call.

The car returned to quiet.

Not long after, Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone rang again, and this time he didn’t press it again: “Something happened just now…well…still on the road…about an hour.”

Song Qingcheng sat beside him, vaguely heard a gentle female voice coming from the phone.

After Yu Tingchuan dropped the phone, she said: “If you have something to do, you can put me on the side of the road and I will take a taxi back.”

“…” Yu Tingchuan threw the phone on the dashboard, and the speed did not decrease.

Song Qingcheng didn’t talk any more, turning his head to look out the window to see the night scene.

The car drove across the Third Ring Road, but before it reached the resettlement community, it suddenly stopped slowly on the side of the road.