Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 72 Humiliation at the door (minor detail re

Song Qingcheng took the opportunity to ask: “Is Harbin?”

“Yes.” Lao Zhao looked at the mirror and reversed his car: “I read the weather forecast. It has been raining in Harbin these days.”

Lao Zhao is very talkative, and chatted with Song Qingcheng on a lot of his parents’ short stories on the road.

Knowing that Song Qingcheng and Yu Jing are friends and are still studying, Lao Zhao sighed as he drove: “My boy, if you were half sensible.”

Song Qingcheng bends the corners of his lips slightly, not commenting on Lao Zhao’s praise.

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The car slowly stopped at the gate of the imperial court.

Song Qingcheng got out of the car and watched Lao Zhao drive away before she turned around and entered the clubhouse.

While wearing a uniform in the dressing room, Song Qingcheng looked at her mobile phone and removed the WeChat sent by Shen Che, as well as more than 20 messages in the group. She flipped through it carelessly, and then paused with her finger on the screen. In a ghostly manner, he clicked on the call log icon.

He looked down and fell on the received call a few days ago.

That number has been stored in her address book.

Song Qingcheng remembered the night of the blind date. Judging from some of Yu Tingchuan’s behavior, she was not unattractive to him. Perhaps she should be happy because her temptation began to take effect.

When Yu Tingchuan stopped halfway, if she responded, I’m afraid she would not get home so soon.

However, men’s words and deeds dominated by strong hormones are always temporary…

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The day shift in the Royal Club is more free than the night shift, and many meals are set at night.

Song Qingcheng was in charge of the box. After the guests finished their meal at noon, they left one after another before twelve o’clock. He and another waiter cleared the table. Song Qingcheng went to the bathroom. He just washed his hands and came out in the aisle. Shen Che’s mother Chen Lan.

Chen Lan is an ordinary housewife who has always regarded her husband and son as her top priority. She is also very simple in dress. She was able to enter the seventh floor of the imperial court because she reported her son’s name.

“Auntie, are you looking for Shen Che?” Song Qingcheng politely greeted: “He is in the evening shift. He should be at home now. I will call him and ask him to come and pick you up.”

Chen Lan said, “I’m here to find you, and I also know that Shen Che doesn’t go to work during the day.”

Song Qingcheng paused for a while holding the phone, and looked at Mother Shen again.

Chen Lan was also looking at her. Seeing Qingcheng was wearing work clothes and still did not change the vixen temperament, her brows could not help but frowned. She couldn’t see a girl like this from the bottom of her heart. She pursed the corners of her mouth and said coldly, “You don’t need it. It’s close to me. I wanted to say some things a long time ago, but because of love, I haven’t spoken.”

Song Qingcheng took the initiative to ask: “What’s the matter?”

“I also know that you have been in that kind of place for a few years, and you broke up with his cousin Shen Che, life will definitely be difficult.”

“…” Song Qingcheng probably guessed Mother Shen’s intention.

Chen Lan squinted at her with a poisonous look in her eyes: “But you can’t be like that. Our family is Shen Che. He is a serious young man. His own conditions are not bad. He has never even talked about a relationship. Don’t say I am a mother. Yes, even the good old man like Shen Che’s father would not agree to let you in the door of our old Shen’s house!”

“Auntie, have you misunderstood something?” Song Qingcheng didn’t avoid Shen Mother’s contemptuous eyes: “I and Shen Che are just ordinary friends, nothing more.”

“Ordinary friends? Ordinary friends will hug and hug on the road at night?”

Chen Lan’s voice is not small, someone has already come out to see what’s going on.

Song Qingcheng’s tone was calm: “I don’t know where Auntie heard the rumor, but Shen Che and I are indeed innocent.”

Chen Lan sneered: “You have a lot of hearts and eyes, you said, why couldn’t you catch Shen Zhi in the first place?”

Song Qingcheng’s hand hanging beside her slowly clenched: “Auntie, I respect you and ask you to respect yourself.”

“Why don’t I have any self-respect?” Chen Lan’s complexion was suddenly ugly. After all, she is a man who has lived for several decades. She has never been so embarrassed before: “You are a woman who has been in jail, and you still think about seduce all day long. My son, let me tell you what’s wrong with you? There are things that mothers have not taught me! I warn you, if you dare to think about us again, let’s see how I can deal with you!”

After cursing, before the crowd watching more and more people gathered, Shen mother walked away.

Song Qingcheng stood there for a long time, preparing to leave, only to find that there were two people at the door of the box next to him. It was Ge Wenjuan and Lu Xishan. They didn’t know when they were there.

Ge Wenjuan held her bag and glanced at her husband ironically: “Lu Xishan, do you feel that your face hurts? Your niece’s money on the list is really big enough.”

Lu Xishan’s face was a little dark, but he did not answer.

After Ge Wenjuan sneered, stepping on sharp high heels, she walked straight to the elevator door.

Soon there were only two nephews and uncles in the aisle.

Song Qingcheng and Lu Xishan walked to the quiet part of the corridor, and Lu Xishan asked straightaway: “What’s the matter with you and Shen Che?”

“It’s just a friend.” Song Qingcheng wasn’t in the mood to explain more.

Lu Xishan was silent and said after a while: “Qingcheng, the month you talked to your aunt at the beginning has exceeded the deadline. Uncle is not willing to force you, but I also hope that you and uncle will be honest with each other.”

Obviously, Lu Xishan has questioned Yu Tingchuan’s claim on her list.

Song Qingcheng asked, “Uncle believes what Shen Che’s mother said?”

“Naturally don’t believe it.” Lu Xishan looked at her thoughtfully: “Mr. Yu, if you can find time, uncle still hopes to see each other as soon as possible.”

“He recently went to Harbin on a business trip, and only returned to Nancheng a week later.” Song Qingcheng smiled faintly: “I will discuss with him when I meet.” Then, she looked at her phone: “Uncle, I have to Back to work in the box, I won’t talk to you for now.”

Lu Xishan knew about Yu Tingchuan’s business trip to the north. When he swallowed it to his lips, he nodded, “Go.”

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Back in the box, Song Qingcheng leaned back on the heavy door panel, and her fingers on the doorknob gradually turned white. Her eyes were a little sour and red, and she couldn’t help taking a long breath, then let it out again slowly.

The phone vibrated in the pocket.

It was from Shen Che.

Maybe a colleague called to tell him the scene in the corridor just now.

Song Qingcheng didn’t answer the call, put her mobile phone back, then opened the door of the box to find the manager of the catering department.

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Ten minutes later, Song Qingcheng appeared at the gate of the imperial court, holding one hundred and fifty yuan in cash, which was today’s salary and the last salary she took in the clubhouse.

Standing on the side of the busy road, she suddenly felt lost, not knowing where she could go.

After a long time, Song Qingcheng stopped a taxi.

The driver turned around and asked her where she was going.

Song Qingcheng replied: “Harbin.”

The driver thought this girl was a little stupid: “You have to take a plane or a train if you want to go to Harbin. Only my Volkswagen can deliver you in the year of the monkey.”

Song Qingcheng paused before saying, “Then go to the train station.”