Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 91 Children in B-ultrasound

When the words fell, the room was so quiet that I could hear my breathing.

During the waiting time, Song Qingcheng experienced another modest ups and downs in his emotions. After that, she no longer allowed herself to be so passive. Her right hand was still attached to her lower abdomen through the T-shirt. At the sign of her new life, she suddenly let out a sigh of relief and smiled faintly: “I see.”

After speaking, he turned around and took his own bag.

Hurry up to the door of the room, there is still no movement behind him.

Song Qingcheng turned her head, only to see Yu Tingchuan sitting alone on the sofa, concealed blue trousers and white shirt, her whole body dizzy under the dim light, silent and deep, her fingers holding the bag slowly tightened, realizing again that some distance was not She can reduce it by working hard.

It’s like two staggered straight lines, after the intersection, they drift away…

Song Qingcheng hesitated a little, lowered his head and opened the bag, and took out two folded papers from the inside.

“This is a B-ultrasound photo taken at the hospital the day before yesterday.”

While talking, she has gently put the paper on the desk.

Then, leave the room.

Standing at the elevator door on the 18th floor, Song Qingcheng held his arm in a daze.

“Ding-”

The elevator door opened, also pulling back her thoughts.

Enter the elevator and press the number 1.

The elevator reached the first floor. Just as Song Qingcheng left, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked over and asked respectfully, “Is it Miss Song?”

Seeing Song Qingcheng’s face incomprehensible, the other party smiled: “The car has been arranged and it’s at the door.”

“What car?” Song Qingcheng asked.

The other party was startled, and then explained: “Mr. Yu asked me to send you back.”

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In the evening, around eleven o’clock.

Shen Che packed up and left the imperial court. Just as he was about to pick up the car, he first saw Song Qingcheng sitting on the doorstep.

She was holding a cup of milk tea bored, and there was a cup at her feet that hadn’t been drunk. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned her head and smiled: “Did you get off work?”

“Why sit here?” Shen Che walked over.

Song Qingcheng said, “Not just to see you earlier.”

As she spoke, she stood up and passed the warm drink over: “Grapefruit tea, you like it.”

Shen Che asked: “When did you come?”

“Five hours ago.”

Shen Che frowned, Song Qingcheng was amused by him: “It’s only half an hour if you lied to you.”

“Come here by bus?”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “It’s a Rolls-Royce by special car.”

Shen Che only thought she was joking. She didn’t think she came to her to deliver grapefruit tea. Just about to ask her what was going on, Song Qingcheng said, “I might live with you for two days,” he said. She paused before saying, “If it is inconvenient, it doesn’t matter.”

“Nervous, what’s inconvenient?” Shen Che rolled his eyes.

Song Qingcheng pursed his lips and smiled.

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It was almost early morning when Gu Zhengshen found Yu Tingchuan in the hotel suite.

At first he didn’t expect that people would still be in the hotel.

Yu Tingchuan opened the door for him, returned to the sofa to take a seat, and picked up the cigarette that was resting on the edge of the coffee table. The cigarette had already burned into a blue-white soot, and the tobacco was curled up.

Even with open windows, there is still a heavy smell of smoke in the suite.

Gu Zhengshen came in and saw a lot of cigarette butts piled up on the coffee table and in the ashtray.

“What are you going to do with this matter?”

Sitting down on the sofa, Gu Zhengshen threw the rolled up newspaper on the coffee table.

Yu Tingchuan’s hand holding the cigarette just brought it to his mouth. Hearing him say this, he glanced at the Nancheng Evening News, and then brought the newspaper to the front. What came into his sight was an enlarged headline—Young and Middle-aged Entrepreneur Love is trapped in a high school girl.

“This is the sample paper I got. After tonight, it should appear in the streets and alleys of Nancheng.” Gu Zhengshen said, pulling on the tie knot, and looking at Yu Tingchuan, who looked calm, “Several other Nancheng shops. Newspapers, as well as gossip magazines, are working overtime at the moment, and there are a lot of stabbings. I am afraid that Hengyuan’s public relations will not be able to come down.”

After listening, Yu Tingchuan didn’t speak, but just put the cigarette on the ashtray and knocked, and half of the ash was dropped.

Gu Zhengshen asked: “I’ve been talking for a long time, what on earth do you think?”

“What do you think?”

“…”

Gu Zhengshen also lighted himself a cigarette: “I don’t understand, there are so many women in the world, why are you unrelated to that girl from the Lu family? I said that girl has a deep mind,” he said. With a sarcasm: “But with this method, compared with those actresses in the entertainment industry, it’s not enough to give people shoes.”

However, someone happened to stumble in front of the means he didn’t look down on.

Yu Tingchuan suddenly said: “It’s so late, why don’t you go home and rest?”

Gu Zhengshen really felt that he was an emperor who was not in a hurry, and he didn’t say anything anymore. He got up and left after smoking. When he opened the door, he turned his head and said, “Then girl, it’s better to be careful yourself, not a fuel-efficient lamp. .”

The room closed, and there was a burst of sweet music.

Yu Tingchuan sat for a while again, pressed his cigarette **** into the ashtray, got up to pour a glass of whiskey in front of the wine cabinet, turned around holding the glass, and noticed the two folded papers by the desk, and he looked up and drank. After drinking, the apple jelly slid, walked to the table and picked up the ultrasound medical imaging report.

The sight fell on the black and white B-ultrasound picture.

In the fan-shaped bright white, there is a small shadow, like a growing bean sprout.

Because of the lack of months, I can’t see what the child looks like.

Yu Tingchuan stared at the “small bean sprouts”, took another sip of whiskey, and slowly swallowed, the burning heat in his throat spread all the way to the heart, clear and intense.

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Song Qingcheng woke up the next day, and it was already past nine o’clock in the morning.

Maybe because of pregnancy, the whole person is getting more and more lethargic, and other pregnancy reactions are also appearing day by day.

As soon as she sat up slowly from the bed, her chest felt uncomfortable. She reached out and took the trash can beside the bed last night, and retched a few times. Because she didn’t eat much last night, she naturally couldn’t vomit anything.

Soon, the door of the room opened.

Song Qingcheng looked up and saw Shen Che coming in with a dark face, still holding a glass of boiling water in his hand.