Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 92 Her physique is not suitable for abortio

Knowing that there were things she couldn’t hide, Song Qingcheng didn’t bother to hide it anymore. She took the cup and held it in the palm of her hands, smiled lightly at Shen Che, and said half teasingly, “Is she scared?”

“When did it happen?” Shen Che’s face was extremely bad: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It didn’t take long.” Song Qingcheng lowered his head and caressed his belly: “It’s not like that, you can’t make it public when you are less than three months pregnant.”

Seeing her careless and heartless look, Shen Che suffocated his stomach. He didn’t know where to ask, but at the end he only said: “Come out for breakfast by yourself!”

After speaking, turn around and leave the bedroom.

When Song Qingcheng came out, Shen Che was bringing a bowl of banana milk porridge to the table.

Several newspapers were scattered on the sofa in the living room.

Song Qingcheng wore a deep T-shirt and shorts, with exposed arms and long white legs. After sleeping, her long hair curled softly and loosely. The whole person looked fragile. She picked up a newspaper in hand, Southeast Express News. , The circulation in Nancheng is about 500,000 copies, which is not enough compared to the top, and definitely more than the bottom.

Looking at the financial page, the headline is Hengyuan’s 50th anniversary celebration.

This news occupies almost the entire page.

Song Qingcheng glanced roughly through a few lines of content, nothing more than a detailed introduction to Hengyuan Group. She switched to another newspaper. Similarly, the business edition is also Hengyuan’s news, except for an interview with Yu Tingchuan, the headline It was “The Accurate Positioning of Hengyuan Going to Success”. She turned the page to read the name of the newspaper and found that it was the Yangjiang Daily with the largest circulation in Nancheng.

Continuing to turn back, it is the entertainment version of the newspaper.

Sure enough, the headline was the news about her and Yu Tingchuan.

——”The famous bride-to-be lost to the strongest junior in history, the business legend empathizes with female high school students!”

Song Qingcheng’s gaze was fixed on the photos in the center of the page.

The first photo was taken at night, only vaguely seeing a car parked at the gate of the community, and a man and a woman kissing each other next to the car. There is a red arrow on the side of the photo for related instructions, pointing out the identity of the man.

The second photo is at the Women’s Hospital. From the photo, two young girls are standing in the aisle with a few sheets of paper in their hands. The angle of the photo is very good, and it happened to be at the entrance of the treatment room. “Gynecology” signs, coupled with the introduction of the report content, it is difficult not to remind people of pregnancy.

As for the third photo, it was the scene of the Hengyuan Annual Meeting yesterday.

The girl wore a men’s suit on her shoulders and nestled in the arms of the man. She didn’t pay attention yesterday. Her hands kept pulling on Yu Tingchuan’s shirt, as if treating him as the only support in the vast sea of ​​people. It was also this inadvertent action. The author used it as conclusive evidence that she had an affair with Yu Tingchuan.

For another newspaper, the content is similar.

“Be pregnant first, the annual meeting will force the palace, see how the most arrogant Xiaosan in history forced the famous Shuyuan to retreat step by step! 》

…

“Revealing the Secret: Four Skills of the Tycoon’s Junior Three! 》

“Fire in the backyard! The CEO of Hengyuan celebrated the anniversary of his baby-tooth lover, and Mi Yue Zhen Huan couldn’t beat her! 》

Song Qingcheng patiently read one of the reports, detailing how she broke out of pregnancy at the annual meeting, and co-operated with reporters to force the palace on the spot, and she said badly, not optimistic about her being able to marry during her pregnancy. The wealthy, at the same time, at the end of the article advise the majority of parents, that the education of their children should start at an early age, and they are responsible for their children and themselves.

Different from this tranquility, these gossip news may have already caused a storm in the city.

So many newspapers are the best explanation.

I don’t know when, Shen Che has already walked to her side, snatched the newspaper in her hand, and threw it on the sofa casually: “What’s so good about unproven gossip?”

Song Qingcheng couldn’t help laughing: “It doesn’t look good that you still buy so much?”

“I’m sick, right?” Shen Che grunted out of breath, then took his chin and pointed at the table: “Hurry up and eat.”

Sitting down at the table, Song Qingcheng didn’t move the fritters, picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of milk porridge.

“It tastes good.” After swallowing, she nodded in praise.

Shen Che didn’t care, and it took a while before he said: “What did Yu Tingchuan say about your pregnancy?”

“…”

Song Qingcheng’s eyelashes were hanging down, his spoon was stirred in the hot porridge, but he said casually: “What else can I say, I don’t want to chant.”

Shen Che was irritated and couldn’t help asking: “What about you, what’s your plan?”

“Find a day to do it.” Song Qingcheng said: “In my situation, I can’t support myself, and giving birth to it will only become a burden.”

“How I told you before, you just wouldn’t listen.” Shen Che became angry after thinking about it: “It’s not normal for them to make illegitimate children outside, but there are a few who can treat children. Those who were born, are now in trouble. The entire Nancheng, with a population of nearly 10 million, is watching your jokes!”

Song Qingcheng suddenly chuckled, “It’s because I overestimated myself, so I should buy it a lesson.”

If it is a lesson to make a noise in the city, then the lesson this time is too serious for a young girl.

When she saw the news at the newsstand, Shen Che suddenly understood why she wanted to live with her.

The reporter followed the vine, and he should have touched Lu’s house.

“I’m not worried yet. What are you worried about?” Song Qingcheng put his cheek in one hand and sighed with mockery: “I thought, he didn’t really like me at all, plus his first son had Disability, if my stomach is able to compete and give birth to a healthy and lively big fat boy, I will definitely be able to leapfrog the dragon. Facts have proved that women’s sixth sense is sometimes inaccurate.”

When Shen Che heard this, he couldn’t help frowning.

Song Qingcheng dropped the spoon: “Don’t tell me, I change my clothes, and I have to see grandma later.”

Watching Song Qingcheng turn into the bedroom, Shen Che also stood up to pack his dishes, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Qingcheng’s mobile phone screen lit by the table, which was an unfamiliar landline number.

Since yesterday, Song Qingcheng has mute the phone.

When Shen Che came out of the kitchen, the phone screen was still flickering, picked up the phone and found that the other party had made several calls. Seeing that the room door was still closed, he was also afraid that the other party would be in a hurry to make such a call. Bit?”

The phone was quiet, and after a while, the man’s voice came: “Where is Song Qingcheng?”

Shen Che was stunned, because he knew who the other party was.

The man’s voice is mature and low, even if he is behind the phone, it feels restrained.

Seeing that he didn’t say a word, Yu Tingchuan asked again: “Is she there with you?”

Obviously, Yu Tingchuan knew his identity.

Shen Che originally wanted to take this opportunity to scold the other person, but after all he couldn’t bear the courage, so he could only hold the phone and hum: “She is changing clothes.”

In the past two or three seconds, Yu Tingchuan said: “I will call again in ten minutes.”

…

Song Qingcheng opened the door and saw Shen Che sitting at the dining table with her mobile phone in her hand. Seeing her walking over, Shen Che handed her the mobile phone back to her: “Just now the mobile phone keeps on, I will help you. received.”

Song Qingcheng said, obviously not paying attention.

Shen Che said again: “It’s from Yu Tingchuan.”

“…” Song Qingcheng raised his head, the momentary look in his eyes made Shen Che swallow back what she had said to her lips. He looked at her somewhat absent-mindedly, and then saw her immediately go through the call log. Inexplicably, Shen Che felt Some things may not be as simple as she said.

Song Qingcheng looked at the strange number, hesitating to call it back, and heard Shen Che say: “He will call again in ten minutes.”

At that moment, she only felt that her high-hanging heart had fallen steadily.

Shen Che hesitated to speak but stopped: “Are you—”

“what?”

Song Qingcheng looked up at him again.

Shen Che looked at her bright eyes, unable to say anything disappointing, only muttered, “It’s nothing.”

Just about to ask what was going on, there was already a call from the mobile phone, or the landline number, Song Qingcheng subconsciously grasped the mobile phone, then turned around and walked to the balcony to answer the call.

Pressing the answer button, she put the phone to her ear, but did not speak first.

But the other party seemed to be sure that she picked it up, and she was not polite, and asked directly: “Still with your friend?”

“…Well, what’s the matter?” Polite and polite.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t say anything on the phone, so he asked her for Shen Che’s address and confessed before hanging up the phone: “Go downstairs in half an hour. I will come to pick you up now.”

After finishing the call, Song Qingcheng stood in front of the balcony for a while.

Shen Che came over: “What did he say?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Song Qingcheng curled his lips, looked at the sun outside, and let out a long sigh: “I just forgot. For the rich, there are no weekends in the hospital.”

…

At ten thirty, Song Qingcheng went downstairs on time.

Before long, a black Land Rover appeared in sight, and then slowly stopped beside her.

The driving window was down, and it was Iku Tingchuan himself who drove.

“Get in the car,” he said.

The man’s eyebrows are deep, and the gaze he casts is deep but gentle. That is a charm that young boys don’t have. The rays of sunlight fall on his light gray shirt through the car window, looking mature and casual.

Song Qingcheng walked around the front of the car, opened the car door and sat in.

Watching her fasten her seat belt, Yu Tingchuan started the engine and Land Rover drove away from the apartment building.

On the way, the two did not communicate too much.

As for where to go, Song Qingcheng didn’t take the initiative to ask. There were some things she thought it would be better for her to understand.

As the car passed through the city center, Yu Tingchuan answered the phone.

Song Qingcheng couldn’t understand what he was talking about. It was for work. She lowered the car window slightly and let the hot wind blow across her cheeks, but the dull feeling in her chest could not be dissipated.

Forty minutes later, Land Rover parked in the open parking space of the hospital.

On the first floor of the outpatient building, I met Yu Tingchuan’s friend from the orthopedics department.

Jiang Chi glanced at the girl obediently following Yu Tingchuan: “It’s all arranged, go straight upstairs.”

Song Qingcheng cooperated throughout the whole process, and after going upstairs, he followed the doctor for an examination.

When people walked away, Jiang Chi turned his head and asked Yu Tingchuan: “Which one is this singing again?”

Yu Tingchuan walked to the aisle window. He took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. In the rising smoke, the expression on his face was a little fuzzy. Jiang Chi sighed: “You smoke like this again, sooner or later you will become an old smoker. ”

“…” Yu Tingchuan didn’t answer this, and glanced at Jiang Chi: “When will the adverb in front of the director be removed?”

Seeing that he was still in the mood to sarcasm himself, Jiang Chi knew that the gossip news had little influence on him.

Thinking of what Gu Zhengshen had told him on the phone, Jiang Chi was about to say something when he saw the doctor who had brought Song Qingcheng for the examination hurried over.

The female doctor took off her mask, because Jiang Chi was an old friend, she said straightforwardly: “The girl had a pregnancy test in the hospital before, and I checked the results on the computer. Her endometrium is very thin, like her physique. , To be honest, it’s not suitable for abortion. If it is forced out this time, it may be difficult to get pregnant again in the future.”

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Today’s chapter has more than three thousand words O (∩_∩) O

The article on old wine is scheduled to be released on the 26th, which is tomorrow, and the daily update volume will increase accordingly.

The old readers who have been chasing the update should know that when the article of old wine was written to 130,000 words, the number of collections was 297. For the old wine who just came to the website, he began to feel confused. Fortunately, he chose to persist and achieved the current results. Thanks to the editor. , The most inseparable is your support and encouragement along the way.

I can only say that Xiaoxiang readers are really cute O (∩_∩) O

Seeing a lot of new articles on the shelves will engage in building looting activities, I have to say sorry to everyone, the old wine has not figured out how to do the activities, the author is too decadent and too wasteful, I hope you can forgive me.

These days there are funerals at home, and I often can’t get away from being busy. I see the records of many new and old readers in the backstage. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your tolerance and understanding. [After listing the names of the readers, I found that the number of off-topic words exceeded (>﹏

When the first update is on the shelves, everyone will pay attention to the comment area, and Laojiu will inform tomorrow.