Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 90 During that time, no one else

Yu Tingchuan’s eyes seemed calm, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Even, give birth to some awe.

In front of a 34-year-old man, no matter how good she pretended, she was still too tender, even if he looked at herself silently, and didn’t need to wait for him to ask any questions, she couldn’t help her mind drifting. Chaos.

Song Qingcheng smiled back, but Yu Tingchuan’s expression remained unchanged.

At that moment, embarrassment struck, and she closed the curvature of her lips.

Then he buried his head again.

No one spoke first.

Yu Tingchuan watched her drooping profile, white and graceful back neck, jade-like skin, a few strands of black hair falling from her ears, thick eyelashes curled up, and under the dim light, it aroused a bit pitiful The lingering charm is completely absent from the fearlessness in the banquet hall that’fascinates him beyond hope’.

After living for more than 30 years, even if a divorce occurred at that time, it seemed that it was not as sensational as it is today.

Life is already busy but mediocre, but now it’s starting to lose ground.

While laughing and crying, but also helpless.

At this time, the landline phone rang.

Yu Tingchuan returned to the desk and picked up the handset and pressed the answer button.

Seeing his upright back, mature and attractive, Song Qingcheng felt even more dazed, feeling nauseous, and got up and hurried into the bathroom.

After the retching, she looked up in the mirror, her eyes gradually flushed.

After coming out of the bathroom, Yu Tingchuan was still on the phone.

Song Qingcheng didn’t sit back by the bed, she looked around the entire magnificent and chic room at will. When Yu Tingchuan brought herself up, she didn’t turn back to the front desk to get the room card, indicating that this suite was reserved for him.

Think about it, almost every big boss will book a room in a hotel, and some even use the hotel as a home.

After all, some things are more convenient to do in the hotel…

After Yu Tingchuan answered the phone, he turned around and saw Song Qingcheng who was standing there. The girl was staring thoughtfully at the big bed and sitting on the sofa. He threw the handset on the glass coffee table and suddenly said, “Nothing. Said to me?”

“…”

Song Qingcheng heard the sound and turned his head and saw Yu Tingchuan pulled a wine-red tie on the sofa.

Passed silently, as if preparing to settle accounts after autumn.

He unbuttoned the shirt collar again: “If you don’t know how to say, then I can only ask.”

The man’s voice is slow and slow, but his emotions are becoming more and more difficult to comprehend.

That tone seemed to lift the elder’s air.

Song Qingcheng’s raised hands couldn’t help holding her elbows, as if it would bring more security. After a long while, she whispered: “I have consulted a doctor and don’t wear a condom, even if I didn’t shoot it inside. It’s not impossible to get pregnant, and, “proactively mentioning the issue of **** in front of a man always makes it difficult for the woman to say: “The first time, the cover broke.”

This reason was given very well, and no flaws could be found.

The seemingly pertinent narrative, in fact, has already put all the responsibility on the man.

Yu Tingchuan suddenly looked up, and happened to catch the girl’s gaze that was quickly avoiding him. In addition to his anxiety, he seemed to have some…precautions.

The next second, I heard her speak again: “During that time, there was no one else.”

Yu Tingchuan drew a cigarette from the cigarette case, did not light it, just caught it between his fingers. It took a long time before he threw the cigarette case on the coffee table.

During this process, Song Qingcheng’s elbow hand was slightly clenched, for fear that the sentence would come out of his mouth: “Kill it.”

However, Yu Tingchuan said nothing.

“I didn’t know that a reporter would follow me that night.”

Refers to the night that Yu Jing made an appointment to watch a movie.

She seemed to still want to explain, but she also knew that these words were too pale and weak, and she could only answer them in silence in the end.

After a long time, Yu Tingchuan broke the silence: “What did the doctor say?”

Song Qingcheng didn’t react at first. It took a few seconds to understand what he was asking, and he touched his lower abdomen subconsciously: “Early morning sickness is a bit serious, and the others have no major problems.”

After speaking, she was silent for a while, and she said again: “If there is a flow of people, 35 to 50 days is the best time.”

Yu Tingchuan listened, but did not answer.

“…” Song Qingcheng tightened his fingers on the T-shirt fabric, pretending to smile with ease: “I have already inquired, there is a hospital on the central gate that is good for surgery. The next two days are weekends, so the fastest It has to be next Monday.”

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I apologize to everyone. Lao Jiu doesn’t understand the funeral customs in his hometown. The day after the May 7th Dojo, he will receive relatives and friends=_=

Tomorrow weekend, there will be more.