Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 89 Plant yourself in

In this room, Yu Tingchuan led people out of the banquet hall.

The top executives and the guests were also in a mess, and the 50th anniversary of the group was celebrated, but in the end it led to a romantic affair.

At the VIP table, Gu Zhengshen had already stood up and couldn’t wait for the changes.

He took out his cell phone and called Yu Tingchuan, but the other party didn’t answer it and hung up the phone.

Gu Zhengshen really did not expect such an incident. Then he remembered that in the elevator of the hotel, he said he would go for a massage. Yu Tingchuan said that there was something, but he refused to say anything. Wasn’t the little scourge of the Lu family present at the time? At that time, I couldn’t see what was between the two. Now I think about it. One is Yu Jing’s classmate and the other is Yu Jing’s uncle. It’s so unusual to “reject each other thousands of miles away”. Darkness has been censored.

He just said that the girl of the Lu family was not pure in mind.

It happens that some people don’t believe in evil, and now they have planted themselves in!

Gu Zhengshen cursed in his heart. At the same time, he was glad that his sister did not come to the muddy water and was about to go out to find someone, but his niece ran over and grabbed his arm, gloating, “Uncle, Song Qingcheng is shameless, I It was said that she was secretly taking vitamin B6 in the bathroom and it was abnormal. It turned out that she was really pregnant!”

“…”

Sitting around Gu Zhengshen were all well-known figures in business and political circles.

When Gu Qingwei said this, she didn’t lower her voice at all, and she wanted to tell the world.

If the reporter and Song Qingcheng himself broke out about pregnancy, in the eyes of these old fried dough sticks in the business field, the true and the false are undecided, but they have their own plans. One is eager to show up in the workplace. As for the woman… The situation of forced marriage shouldn’t be too common. How many can actually give birth to children and fly to the branches?

But now, through Gu Qingwei’s confirmation of the pregnancy argument, it seems that the meaning has become somewhat different.

At the very least, gossip and discussion are greatly enhanced.

It was too late for Gu Zheng to stop his niece’s mouth, so he slapped his face irritably. Because of the occasion, he would definitely poke Gu Qingwei’s forehead to educate him, don’t be sold and be stupid to help make money!

If she really eats secretly, will you get caught in the bathroom?

Gu Zhengshen dialed Yu Tingchuan’s number again, but this time, it was already off.

…

At the same time, in the suite upstairs of the hotel.

Song Qingcheng sat at the end of the bed, gently grasping the edge of the bed sheet with both hands. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Yu Tingchuan was holding the wireless handset of the landline phone while making a call. His voice sounded as usual, and there was even a faint smile of greeting. What the trustee handled was naturally the farce that just happened in the banquet hall.

The man’s navy blue suit, quietly shelved beside her.

The little finger of his right hand moved slightly, and it happened to press the cufflinks of the suit. What I remembered was that he was protecting himself in the banquet hall.

Even if she had a plan, it was beyond her expectation.

She was startled, a little distracted, and didn’t even notice Yu Tingchuan hung up the phone.

In the room, the sound of a lighter sounded.

Yu Tingchuan stood in front of the window with a straight trousers and shirt. He was wearing a luxury watch with a sparking cigarette in his left hand. Then he looked at the evening scenery outside and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked till he heard a restrained cough in his ear.

He turned his head and saw Song Qingcheng covering his mouth with his hand, as if he wanted to suppress his cough.

“Your grandmother is the only relative in your family now?” While speaking, Yu Tingchuan pushed the newly lit cigarette into the ashtray.

Song Qingcheng didn’t understand why he asked this, but he still hummed.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn’t speak any more, she raised her head and looked over, never thinking that he happened to be looking at herself with Yu Tingchuan’s deep eyes.

Song Qingcheng’s hand hanging aside, could not help curling up his fingers, subconsciously making a fist.

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I’m still busy after the old wine, and I can only spare time to write a thousand words. Forgive me, I will update it tomorrow