Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 97 Jealous? (One more)

Knowing that he saw himself, Song Qingcheng slightly curled his lips.

But only with a glance, Yu Tingchuan withdrew his gaze and continued his speech.

It was the other people in the conference room who glanced out of curiosity. The first one glanced, the second, and the third followed quietly looking out of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Song Qingcheng didn’t stay long, and turned to look at Xu Dong: “Assistant Xu, where is the reception room?”

Xu Dong took her to the reception room.

On the way, Song Qingcheng suddenly asked: “Mr. Yu has been at the company today?”

“Yes, during this time the company is developing several large projects, and Mr. Yu will come over every day to personally supervise the work.”

Lead the person to the reception room, Xu Dong leaves first when he has a job.

Song Qingcheng sat and waited orderly. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Xu Dong came back again, breathing a little, thinking that he came in a hurry, and smiled apologetically at her: “Miss Song, Mr. Yu asked you to go to the office to wait for him. .”

Yu Tingchuan’s office is no different from when he came back.

Putting the heat preservation box on the coffee table in the sofa area, Song Qingcheng looked around indifferently, and finally stopped in front of the executive desk, because he saw Yu Tingchuan’s black mobile phone next to several folders.

Outside the office, there was no sound of footsteps.

After about ten seconds, she walked around the leather chair and picked up the phone.

It’s not the popular Apple Samsung. The titanium alloy has a pure black casing. It looks a little dull. The design of the three buttons is a bit old-fashioned. It feels very good when held in the hand. You can’t tell which brand it is from the outside, but it is faint Can judge, it should be a high-end business phone.

Song Qingcheng presses the home button, and the screen lights up, which is a screensaver that comes with the system.

With temptation, she flicked gently on the screen with her finger.

There is no password to unlock, directly jump to the main interface.

Looking at the simple main interface, Song Qingcheng didn’t take any further action, and quickly put the phone lock screen back.

Later, she paced to the French window again.

Different from the distant view in front of the city star window, looking out from the 17th floor of Hengyuan, all you can see are office buildings and commercial buildings in the city’s financial district.

Her gaze was fixed on the towering building in the distance.

——Nancheng Shengmao Building.

Construction started in November 2005 and completed in June 2010.

The floor height is 445 meters, and the building has 88 floors.

Developer: Hengyuan Investment Holdings Co., Ltd.

The investment is nearly 4 billion.

At the beginning of 2012, Shengmao Tower has become the most profitable commercial building in Jiangnan Province.

Song Qingcheng’s mind jumped into these messages one after another. She stared at the goddess statue spreading her wings on the top of Shengmao Building, and then remembered all the experiences of these years. Last night Ge Wenjuan’s sneer was still vivid, and her ears seemed to echo Shen Zhi That sentence of’with Yu Tingchuan? ’.

No one believed that Yu Tingchuan would really marry her, including Shen Che and Lu Xishan, who were never really optimistic.

Her hand slowly gripped the cold metal railing.

It seems that people are like this–

Desire to be rich when they are poor, and worry about gains and losses when they are close to rich.

…

The meeting ended at half past twelve.

Today’s meeting discussed the proposal of Hengyuan and Gu’s cooperation to acquire a technology company.

When the other executives filed out, there were only two people left in the conference room.

Gu Zhengshen was still sitting on a swivel chair, with long overlapping legs resting on the edge of the oval conference table. He folded the documents used in the meeting and threw them on the table. He looked up at the man standing by the window drinking coffee: “Fengyan is just a man. It’s a mess. Many core technicians in their hearts may have heard the wind and are busy eagerly approaching the headhunting company.”

Yu Tingchuan walked back to the table and put the porcelain cup on the coffee saucer: “What’s the situation with the China Banking Regulatory Commission recently?”

“It’s still the same,” Gu Zhengshen sighed, “Little Japan doesn’t let go. The existing technology is not up to standard. If you want to enter the domestic automobile market, you must feel that this project is too risky.”

Yu Tingchuan said: “Let Laidong invite them to eat a few more meals.”

Gu Zhengshen nodded.

After a while, as if suddenly thinking of something, he said again: “Jiang Chi said, do you plan to give birth to the child?”

Yu Tingchuan did not deny it.

“If you really want to spread the branches, find a suitable woman in all aspects to marry, and work hard, you will be able to hug them in three years.” Gu Zhengshen said: “Now that you recognize this child, what do you think? The girl from the Lu family? You asked her to come to the company. Do you think that the day of the annual meeting was not enough?”

Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette: “After I’m busy with this, get the certificate first.”

Seeing what he said was calm and gentle, Gu Zhengshen frowned: “What certificate?”

Yu Tingchuan didn’t go into details. He left the table he was leaning on and picked up his own document: “I will not leave after the meeting is over. Are you planning to stay in Hengyuan to eat in the cafeteria?”

“Hey, I seem to be troublesome again.” Gu Zhengshen stood up, but didn’t rush to leave. After thinking about it, he looked at his old friend for many years: “I also didn’t understand it. There was so much trouble at the annual meeting. It’s just that you are still so calm. If you change to me, this matter is not over. Dealing with this kind of self-sufficient, you can’t be soft-hearted, otherwise you will only let the other party advance step by step. Like this, you can just keep playing for a short time. ”

Yu Tingchuan suddenly smiled softly: “Let you be the boss of the company, it is also subservient.”

“Don’t think I’m laughing at you.” Gu Zhengshen looked at him like this, and couldn’t help but whispered: “You are old, the girl of the Lu family, clearly wants to rely on you, you Don’t say I didn’t see it.”

“I know this in my heart.” Yu Tingchuan said lightly.

…

Song Qingcheng waited in the office for more than an hour. It took a long time for Yu Tingchuan to return. He was not sure if the meeting had not finished yet, or whether Yu Tingchuan had gone to dinner with other executives and forgot that there was someone in his office.

After pregnancy, even if you sit for a longer time, you will feel back pain.

Putting the book in his hand on the coffee table, Song Qingcheng didn’t wear any shoes, and stepped barefoot on the carpet next to the sofa.

She took a deep breath, pinched the back of her neck, and stretched her waist.

Yu Tingchuan just opened the door of the office, first saw Youdao Qianying standing in front of the sofa with her back facing the door, with her head tied up, her shoulder-length hair draped, and her red chiffon sleeveless waist. The skirt, the arms that stretched into the air, are slender and tender, like the best white jade, the feet buried in the long hair of the carpet, and the big toe playfully curls up on the two toes with her movements.

Perceiving his gaze, Song Qingcheng turned his head.

Finding that Yu Tingchuan was standing at the door looking at him, the man’s eyes suddenly made her face hot, he immediately put down his hands and stopped stretching.

“…Are you back?” Song Qingcheng smiled on her lips.

Yu Tingchuan closed the door, put the documents back to the executive desk, and glanced at the sofa area: “Didn’t Xu Dong pour you a glass of water?”

“Not thirsty. The water dispenser is in the office. If I want to drink, I can pour it myself.”

At the time of speaking, she had already walked to Yu Tingchuan’s face. As far as she could see, it was a man’s shirt and belt. She raised her head and talked, “I thought you went to dinner with Mr. Gu.”

“He has already gone back.” Yu Tingchuan looked at the watch time and asked her: “Have you had lunch before you came?”

Song Qingcheng said not yet.

Seeing Yu Tingchuan picking up the landline and asking the secretary to book the restaurant, she said again: “I actually brought it here.”

Yu Tingchuan stopped the dialing motion and looked up to see her slightly embarrassed expression. He was a little bit interested and asked, “Lunch?”

Song Qingcheng pulled up his left hand, slowly clenched it, and then walked to the sofa area.

Asking Yu Tingchuan to sit down, she went to open the insulation box.

“Is “The Old Man and the Sea” finished?” Yu Tingchuan had already picked up the book she had just passed away.

Hearing what he said, Song Qingcheng immediately thought of the night in the rental house.

Yu Tingchuan turned two pages along where she saw. Song Qingcheng squatted by the side of the coffee table, looking at his seemingly focused profile, and said: “This copy of Monte Cristo is on the shelf.”

This explanation is like a guest explaining to the host that he has some abrupt behavior.

But looking at Yu Tingchuan’s appearance, he didn’t seem to care about it.

Song Qingcheng removed the four layers of the insulation box, and then laid them out one by one, with three dishes and a layer of white rice.

“Do it yourself?” Yu Tingchuan’s calm voice sounded above his head.

I don’t know when, he has stopped reading.

Song Qingcheng’s face was slightly hot, he held the lid of the thermal insulation box in his arms, and then looked at Yu Tingchuan: “The food I cooked is not delicious, I bought it at Delongju.”

When the words fell, the office door rang and was pushed open.

“Mr. Yu, soon, do you want to order a meal for you?”

The moment Su Ying saw Song Qingcheng, her expression was a bit pretty, and she turned to look at Yu Tingchuan.

Yu Tingchuan looked up, and only said, “No, let’s go out first.”

“Okay.” Su Ying pulled the corner of her mouth and turned to leave.

When the office door was closed again, Song Qingcheng used chopsticks to divide the rice again, as if inadvertently: “Your secretary is so sweet.”

As soon as the words were finished, the whole person was pulled up.

When sitting on Yu Tingchuan’s lap, Song Qingcheng’s figure was slightly stiff, and the man’s thigh muscles were strong, even through the trousers, there was heat coming from it. Such active intimacy, except that night, reminded her of yesterday in the car. …

This person had always avoided himself before.

The change now made her feel at a loss.

“Jealous?” Yu Tingchuan hugged the girl’s waist to stabilize the person.

Song Qingcheng curled his fingers with chopsticks tightly, but murmured softly on his mouth: “I want to be a secretary who can answer the boss’s phone.”

“I was in a meeting just now and didn’t bring my mobile phone.”

She just hinted casually and he understood it all.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng felt that Yu Tingchuan City Mansion was deep again.

In a daze, she said, “Can I come to work in your company?”

“Not going to school?” Yu Tingchuan asked.

During the questioning, she had already held one hand in her palm, the girl’s fingers were slender and boneless, and the man’s slightly rough fingertips rubbed her thin knuckles.

Song Qingcheng didn’t withdraw his hand, only said, “I’m definitely unable to study when I’m pregnant. I think, find a job first.”