Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 78 Morning sickness

Song Qingcheng did not get on the plane back to Nancheng. She stayed in the waiting hall for a few hours, then left the airport, took the airport bus to the railway station, and bought a train ticket to Beijing.

When she was in the waiting room, she took out her mobile phone, turned it off, and put it back in her bag.

Song Qingcheng spent three full days in Beijing, then went to Xi’an to see the terracotta warriors and horses, and then went to Western Hunan to enjoy the mountains and water.

In Zhangjiajie Forest Park, when Song Qingcheng squatted and fed cucumbers to the little monkeys, she felt peaceful and serene like never before. At night, she lived in Dingxiangrong Village on the mountain. At four or five in the morning, she went to see with other tourists. sunrise.

In mid-August, Song Qingcheng left the ancient city of Phoenix.

This time she didn’t choose the train anymore, but changed to Huaihua, and took the eight-hour high-speed train back to Nancheng.

The high-speed rail arrived in Nancheng at around nine o’clock in the evening.

Song Qingcheng came out of the ticket gate and saw Shen Che who was waiting there at a glance.

During the travel period, she used a public phone to contact Shen Che and asked him to occasionally visit her grandma in the hospital, so she did not conceal Shen Che on her return journey.

“Actually, you don’t need to pick me up specially.” Song Qingcheng smiled.

Shen Che saw her from the beginning to the end, her shoulder-length hair was **** by her, except for a little thinner, the other changes were small, and the skin was not tanned. He took the shoulder bag in Song Qingcheng’s hand: ” Let’s go, the car will stop at the door.”

Walking out of the high-speed rail station, Song Qingcheng saw the car Shen Che was talking about-a white Volkswagen Golf.

“When I bought it, I didn’t disclose it on the phone.”

Song Qing asked as he fastened his seat belt.

Shen Che said: “Just a few days ago, all of them were 120,000 yuan.”

Song Qingcheng nodded: “Not bad.”

Shen Che drove the car on the road, holding the steering wheel in both hands, and hesitated before speaking: “Don’t take it to your heart what my mother said that day. She is just like that. She can’t stand the instigation of others. I have already told her.”

“Your mother is right.” Song Qingcheng leaned on the seat and closed his eyes in a relaxed posture: “If I am me, I also object to my child being mixed with people who have been in jail. The words make sense. Parents always hope that their children will have a successful career and a happy family.”

Shen Che said: “What this says, you seem to have given birth to a child.”

Song Qingcheng raised his hand and touched his lower abdomen, smiling: “I will always give birth in the future.”

“How come you suddenly thought of traveling to Hunan?”

Song Qingcheng didn’t tell Shen Che about his trip to Harbin, and now listening to him ask this, he casually replied: “On a whim, I want to see the monkeys in Zhangjiajie.”

After a while, Shen Che said: “Yu Tingchuan may be getting married.”

Song Qingcheng gave a hum, no other reaction.

Shen Che originally wanted to ask if she had really broken off with Yu Tingchuan, but seeing the exhausted state of traffic on her face, he swallowed some words.

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The car parked downstairs in the apartment.

Song Qingcheng stood on the side of the road to bid farewell to Shen Che, and then went upstairs with a backpack.

Just opened the anti-theft door with the key and met his roommate coming out of the bathroom. The other party looked at Song Qingcheng and said, “You can count back. Your uncle has been here. I don’t know how many times. He came back last night. You can tell us if you Come back, remember to call him.”

Her sudden disappearance obviously destroyed Lu Xishan in a hurry.

Song Qingcheng smiled at his roommate: “Okay, I will contact him.”

Back to the room, Song Qingcheng put the backpack he bought during the trip on the chair, took the pajamas and took a shower. These days, the body is always tired, so she blows her hair dry with a hair dryer. Rest in bed.

At night, without knowing what time, I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my chest and stomach.

Song Qingcheng turned on the light, and before he could go to the bathroom, he first leaned over the trash can and retched.

The symptoms of retching began a few days ago.

Song Qingcheng squatted next to the trash can, finally suppressing her nausea, but her face was not a trace of blood, and her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, making her weak and pale.

I got up and walked to the table, planning to pour some water, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the corporate desk calendar.

The desk calendar still stays on the July page.

Song Qingcheng looked at the day she circled with a ballpoint pen. It was the day when Yu Tingchuan spent the night here. It has been almost a month since now.

Some things seem to come true as long as you pray.

However, the same is also risky.

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In the second half of the night, Song Qingcheng didn’t sleep well anymore.

She got up very early the next day, first found a part-time job on the recruitment website, and then called Lu Xishan. After hearing her voice, Lu Xishan was silent for a long time before saying: “Let’s go back home in the evening. I have something to ask you aunty.”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “It’s just right, I also have something to say to my uncle and aunt.”

In the afternoon, Song Qingcheng went to visit her grandmother again.

At six o’clock, she set off from the hospital to Xiangsong Garden.

When Song Qingcheng arrived at Lu’s house, Lu Xishan and Ge Wenjuan were sitting in the living room, and they seemed to be waiting for her. The atmosphere in the whole room was a bit low, but Song Qingcheng walked to the coffee table with a smile and asked Lu Xishan, “I I heard from my roommate that my uncle has visited me several times?”

Before she finished speaking, Ge Wenjuan had already taken a newspaper and threw it on her.

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“Xiao Fanwai”——

When she was pregnant with her second child, Mrs. Yu’s mood was erratic, and she often had nothing to do. One day, she grabbed Mr. Yu’s past bed history and refused to let it go.

Mr. Yu sighed, and put his arms around his potbellied wife: “Fool, you have always been the only one.”

Mrs. Yu didn’t believe it: “It must be coaxing me.”

Mr. Yu: “I didn’t coax you.”

Mrs. Yu: “Then your ex-wife, I am the only one, how did your eldest son come?”

Mr. Yu was helpless: “My son is here, save me some face.”

Rainbow Rainbow, who was sitting not far away playing with building blocks, finally couldn’t help but roll his eyes: “I’m tired and crooked. If you really can’t make it, the divorce is over!”

Mr. Yu was surprised: “Who taught you to say this?”

Yun Bao hum: “What’s so great about this? I will also say that Yu Tingchuan is a flower-hearted radish, and I don’t know which woman’s bed went to the dinner party at night.”

Mr. Yu looked at Mrs. Yu who was blushing.

At the end of the story, the three-year-old Yunbao was beaten up by Mrs. Yu’s fat and came to an end.