Who’s The Boss?

Back to the dormitory, Song Qingcheng put the trolley box in the communal locker, and just washed his face and came out of the bathroom, and received a call from Yu Jing: "Let’s have dinner together, I just have something for you."

Fifteen minutes later—

Song Qingcheng appeared on the second floor of the canteen that had an appointment with Yu Jing.

"Here!" Yu Jing held up the spoon and waved, ignoring the gaze around her.

Song Qingcheng sat down opposite her, and noticed that the floral-patterned umbrella was resting beside Yu Jing.

Yu Jing took a bite of the pancake and pushed the umbrella over: "My second uncle said you landed in his car."

"Your uncle sent it to you?"

"No, my second uncle called me, I went downstairs to get it." Yu Jing bent her fingers and scratched the corner of her mouth, swallowing the pancakes in her mouth, and said sullenly: "I wanted to frustrate my second uncle. After dinner, he was called to go on a blind date first."

Song Qingcheng's chopsticks poked the rice at random: "I thought he was married."

"I have been married once, but I have left." Yu Jing's face was disapproving: "You don't know, since my second uncle's divorce, the threshold of our family has been ruined by those introducers. My grandfather takes it every year. Because my second uncle’s marriage went to the hospital several times, and there was a woman who was about to go bankrupt and wanted to cheat the marriage, so I just fancy that my second uncle is now the person in charge of the company. We are really stupid and want to occupy us Home is cheap, there are no doors!"

Song Qingcheng faintly smiled: "Who makes your family conditions good?"

"That's true." Yu Jing pursed her mouth quite triumphantly.

After dinner, the two went back to their dormitories.

Song Qingcheng changed into his school uniform, closed the closet door, and took the schoolbag by the bed to study in the evening.

Just out of the dormitory, the mobile phone tuned to vibrate made a buzzing sound.

Yuanwei's lax control over students' bringing communication tools is regarded as turning one's eyes closed, unless you use them blatantly in class, making the teacher intolerable to you.

Song Qingcheng slowed down and took out the phone from the mezzanine of the schoolbag while lowering his head.

Holding the phone in her hand, the flashing screen, staring at the caller ID, her feet seemed to stick to the lawn in front of the teacher's building.

The dim street light fell on her shoulders, making her figure thinner and thinner.

Two years later, seeing this number again still had an irresistible effect on her emotions. Song Qingcheng didn't know how she pressed the answer button, so she put her phone on her phone and said, "Hey."

"I thought you wouldn't answer my call." A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Qingcheng didn't say a word.

The other party did not expect her response, and said to himself: "Shen Zhi is already handing over work, and we will be able to go back by the middle of next month at the latest. You have lived in the Lu family these years. I think I should notify you of this matter first. After all, you and Shen Zhi have grown up together, and he has always treated you as his sister."

These two words pierced her heart fiercely like a sharp knife, and the heart-piercing pain spread instantly.

Lu Yunxuan continued: "Qingcheng, what you did for Shen Zhi will not be forgotten by me and him, but guilt should not be a tool for repaying gratitude. In the world of emotions, there is no need to first come first, only who loves whom and who does not love. Who, who cherishes whom, who does not cherish who, that's all, don't you think?"

Lu Yunxuan is still the original Lu Yunxuan, without any change. The eldest lady of the Lu family and the granddaughter whom the Ge family loves especially, are surrounded by a group of girls who support her.

Because she has enough capital to stand up, even if she grabs other people's things, she can still perform well.

-The handle of the schoolbag in his hand is slowly tightened.

"Still on the phone? Come over for dinner." The gentle voice of a man appeared on the phone.

Once the familiar voice has completely faded away, there are still unconcealed favors and tolerances.

Song Qingcheng heard Lu Yunxuan's answer: "Well, I'll go over now, how many times have I told you, you don't have to cook by yourself every time, you see that your white shirt has grease again."

The man's low laugh, even through the phone, she still heard clearly.

Song Qingcheng didn't know how he hung up the phone.

Shen Zhi, Shen Zhi, Shen Zhi...

Song Qingcheng closed his eyes and recited the name silently in his heart. Every word poured into her body like a cold current, making her hands and feet cold.

She thought she had really forgotten, and she thought she really could not care about it.

It's a pity that things are always counterproductive.

The next morning, Song Qingcheng looked at herself in the mirror. His face was a little pale. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well all night and his eyes were red. When he came back from the toilet during the break time, he was caught by Yu Jing at the entrance of the second and fifth class of high school. Blocked.

"Why is the spirit so bad?"

"Some heat stroke." Song Qingcheng's eyes fell on her hand, a math homework book.

Yu Jing looked around and made sure that there was no teacher, she pulled Qingcheng to the corner: "I'll change it to you, and I will pay you back after the math class later. Our math teacher is abnormal, saying that students will take turns to answer questions in the next class. , I remember that your class has two more math classes than ours."

"Wait." After a while, Song Qingcheng returned with his homework.

Yu Jing suddenly opened her eyes and smiled.

The class bell rang.

Song Qingcheng entered the classroom of Class 6, and just returned to her seat, the tablemate An Ran turned around to say something and looked at her. Before the history teacher came, she thought about it and said in a low voice, "What are you doing? Did you get so familiar with Yu Jing from Class 5?"

Many of the children of Yuanweiduo's wealthy family also had many ordinary students, and An Ran belonged to the latter.

And Yu Jing is a typical representative of those wealthy children.

I have money at home and I don’t like to study. I copy my classmates’ homework on weekdays. I typed my cheat sheet after the exam. When I was caught by the invigilator, I felt like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. Every time Yuanwei has a major event, Hengyuan Group must be included in the list of sponsors.