Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 98 Be your secretary (two more)

As he said, those black and white eyes looked at him again: “So… can’t I work with your company?”

Yu Tingchuan looked at her innocent and harmless, and instead of answering, he just asked: “What are you here for?”

“Be a secretary for you.”

“You are a secretary, what does Su Ying do?”

Song Qingcheng’s eyes moved lightly: “She is in charge of work, and I am in charge of private life.”

Yu Tingchuan hugged her, judging from his expression, it really seemed to be considering.

“Forget it, I don’t want to be a secretary.” Song Qingcheng first changed her mind. She put her arms around the man’s neck: “I’ll start a company and earn money. The best thing I can do is bigger than Hengyuan. Just buy Hengyuan and let you work for me…”

Yu Tingchuan rubbed her waist with his fingers: “How do you do it?”

When it comes to the word ‘dry’, it means far-reaching.

Song Qingcheng’s heartbeat was a little quicker, his appearance was steady and charming, but romantic but not nasty.

Can’t help but lower his head and peck the man’s thin lips lightly.

Then he left slowly.

Yu Tingchuan’s gaze has been looking at her clean facial features, no powder, but no blindness, especially at the moment with a three-point shyness, a moment of affection, he raised his big hand, just about to pinch the girl’s chin, but she held himself The left hand wearing a steel watch whispered: “Let me come.”

“…” Yu Tingchuan did not move after hearing this.

Song Qingcheng bent his neck again, and pressed it gently at the man’s thin lips.

Her movements are awkward and green.

Yu Tingchuan was kissed by her for several bites like this, and couldn’t bear such a provocation, he held Song Qingcheng’s soft body tightly with one hand, and reached under her skirt with the other hand.

The skin of young girls is delicate, smooth and full of vitality.

Song Qingcheng’s hands tightened the man’s nape even more, and later buried his head between Yu Tingchuan’s neck.

Talking about each other again brings a taste of love.

Song Qingcheng closed his eyes, only feeling that his heart was beating faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, his whole body was like being thrown into the air, the feeling of hesitation and helplessness swept all over his body, but he forced himself to endure…

Just then, someone knocked on the door outside.

Song Qingcheng woke up like a dream, and almost at the same time, he pulled out Yu Tingchuan’s hand in his skirt.

The moment of resistance cannot be concealed.

“Ms. Yu?” The voice came.

“Should I go out for dinner at this point?”

“But I didn’t see President Yu going downstairs, maybe in the rest room…”

Song Qingcheng had stood up, did not look at the sitting man, sat on the opposite sofa, holding his legs softly, grasping the edge of the sofa with both hands, and at the same time lowered his head to calm his breathing and heartbeat.

“Tuk-Tuk-Tuk-”

The knock on the door is loud again.

Yu Tingchuan stood up, walked over and opened the door.

The sofa area is on the right side of the office. The location of Yu Tingchuan station just blocked this side, and he did not let other people in, he just explained the matter at the door.

After a while, the door closed again.

Song Qingcheng looked up, and Yu Tingchuan was already standing at the desk of the executive class, and was going to put the information book.

After putting things down, he didn’t come over immediately.

Taking the cigarette case and lighter from the table, Yu Tingchuan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, slapped and lit the cigarette with the lighter.

The man’s back is broad, straight and full of masculinity.

Especially wearing a shirt and trousers.

When a man smokes, his face is more distinct, and the slowly exhaled smoke ring fills the air.

He didn’t look back, and Song Qingcheng didn’t take the initiative to call him.

About three or four minutes later, she stood up again and walked over. After a little hesitation, she hugged Yu Tingchuan’s body from behind, gently pressed her cheeks, and her voice was apologetic: “I didn’t mean it. It’s just that I suddenly remembered what the doctor said, in the first three months of pregnancy, you must pay special attention.”

Her hands were pulled apart, Yu Tingchuan turned around, took his chin and pointed to the resting area: “Let’s go eat.”

“What about you?” Song Qingcheng asked.

“First finish smoking.”

Those meals have turned cold after a few hours, even if they are kept in an incubator.

Song Qingcheng took a bite and was considering re-ordering takeaway. Yu Tingchuan also finished smoking and took a seat opposite.

Facing cold rice and cold dishes, Yu Tingchuan didn’t mean to buy it again.

Song Qingcheng had something in her heart, so she put down her chopsticks before taking a few bites. She walked over, knelt down beside Yu Tingchuan, put her hands on the man’s thighs, and whispered, “School will start next week, I think Let’s take a one-year leave of school, and I can’t stay at home all right. I saw that Shengmao is recruiting the front desk, can I give it a try?”

After speaking, the chin was lifted by the man’s hand.

Yu Tingchuan asked: “Okay, why do you plan to suspend school?”

“…I’m pregnant, it will definitely be inconvenient.” Song Qingcheng’s eyelashes flickered, she touched her abdomen subconsciously, and her voice became very low: “Moreover, the newspaper matter has not yet passed, I’m afraid the teacher and classmates will treat me strangely. look.”

“Then invite someone to teach at home.”

Song Qingcheng said, “I still want to go out to work.”

After a while, Yu Tingchuan said, “You should study hard at your age.”

Song Qingcheng heard that this meant something that was not negotiable.

Knowing that it was useless to say more, she didn’t insist anymore. Just thinking about how to mention the Lu family again, Yu Tingchuan started talking: “Go back to the Lu family tonight?”

While talking, he lit another cigarette.

Song Qingcheng looked at the lighter that had been thrown on the coffee table, and then regained his gaze, and said softly, “I rented a house in the Imperial Capital Garden. I have moved out of my uncle’s house in the morning.”

“Don’t want to live in City Star?”

“…Well, I’ve heard old people say that it’s best not to live together before getting married.”

“Your grandma said?”

Not knowing why he suddenly mentioned his grandmother, Song Qingcheng didn’t answer his words: “No, when my cousin got married, I heard the elders in the family say this.”

Yu Tingchuan took the cigarette from his mouth, and stretched out the hand holding the cigarette: “Raise your head.”

Once again, Song Qingcheng had to raise his face.

“fear me?”

This is the second time he asked.

Song Qingcheng subconsciously denied in a low voice: “…nothing.”

But in many cases, the body is more honest than the mouth, and the message it conveys is closer to the truth.

There are some things that Yu Tingchuan has already noticed.

He put the unsmoked cigarettes on the side of the ashtray, sternly, with his hands supporting Song Qingcheng’s small face, not allowing her to avoid it: “Don’t want to have a relationship with me?”

The thoughts in the subconscious were just revealed.

Song Qingcheng only felt that her back was hot and cold, but in the next second, she turned her face, her eyes fell on the man’s big hand with well-knotted bones, Yu Tingchuan’s skin was not white, it was a healthy barley color, she pulled it down and held it. In her own hands, it seems that this can give you more courage. For a while, she whispered: “I was injured in physical education class in elementary school. It hurts and bleeds a lot of blood. When you came in that night, I It hurts too.”

As he said, Song Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at Yu Tingchuan: “Others say that doing that kind of thing will be very happy, but I only feel pain.”

Yu Tingchuan looked back at her, the man’s eyes were so dark that her heartbeat became more and more chaotic.

After a while, the phone rang in the office.

“Your phone.” Song Qingcheng let go first.

Yu Tingchuan stood up and went to get his mobile phone.

Song Qingcheng took advantage of his call and began to clean up the cold leftovers on the coffee table, and covered the insulation box. Seeing that he had not finished answering the call, she sat on the sofa and waited, but within a few minutes, the mobile phone in her bag was also Rang.

Take it out, it’s a call from Lu Xishan.

Song Qingcheng picked it up, and Lu Xishan came to tell her the exact time of the wedding at the Ge family.

“Next Tuesday, the night after tomorrow, at the Four Seasons Hotel.”

Lu Xishan paused after speaking, “Mr. Yu’s side–”

“Uncle, don’t worry, I will ask.” Song Qingcheng replied softly, as if he was afraid of affecting another person in the office.

After a few more words, I hung up the phone.

Putting away the phone, she found that Yu Tingchuan had just finished answering the phone.

Song Qingcheng picked up the insulation box: “You can work, I’ll go back first.”

“Whose phone number just now?”

Song Qingcheng was stunned, as if he didn’t expect him to ask, curled his lips, and then replied: “My uncle’s, there is a relative in the family who is going to get married next week, and he told me not to forget to eat.”

Yu Tingchuan asked, “From the Lu family?”

“No.” Song Qingcheng said, “It’s from the Ge family, my aunt and theirs.”

Yu Tingchuan nodded.

“Then… I’m leaving now.”

Yu Tingchuan said, “Let Xu Dong drive you.”

As he said, he added: “I’m going to the neighboring city in a while.”

Song Qingcheng smiled, with some embarrassment between her eyebrows, she slowly walked over with the insulation box, stood on tiptoe, dropped a kiss on Yu Tingchuan’s thin lips, and whispered: “Then you pay attention to safety, and remember to call me when you come back. .”

Yu Tingchuan lowered his head, looking at the girl’s somewhat delicate expression, his eyes were rare and gentle: “Go.”

…

Song Qingcheng came out of the office, and Xu Dong was already waiting at the elevator door.

When she walked to the elevator, she couldn’t help but look back and took a deep look at the closed president’s office.

Xu Dong drives a company car.

A black Mercedes was driving on the road. Song Qingcheng was sitting in the back row, turning his head to look at the fast-reversed street scene outside, thinking about the look in his eyes when Yu Tingchuan was leaving.

Back to the Imperial Capital Garden, Song Qingcheng did not go out in the afternoon, and also ate instant noodles at night.

At night, lying on the bed in a strange room, it seemed to fall into insomnia again.

Tossing over and over again, I couldn’t fall asleep.

Sitting on the bedside, turning on the TV but not knowing what to watch, I turned to the movie channel, and a foreign movie was playing. The lower left corner of the TV screen reads the name of the movie-“Lolita”.

In the black and white films of the 1960s, there are occasional snowflakes flickering between character disputes.

Song Qingcheng looked at it, feeling a little lost. She took her phone from the bedside table and noticed that it was almost early in the morning, but she still sent a text message to Yu Tingchuan: “Are you asleep?”

After waiting for about half an hour, I still haven’t waited for a reply.

Holding the mobile phone and lying on the pillow, Song Qingcheng couldn’t help his thoughts flying.

Halfway through, she got up and went to the bathroom.

When I came back, the phone that was thrown on the bed had already turned on the screen.

Song Qingcheng picked up the phone and saw an unread text message from Yu Tingchuan: “I just went back to the hotel after socializing, and haven’t slept yet?”