Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng took out the history book from the drawer: "I met it last time when I was shopping, and I had a few conversations."

An Ran raised her eyebrows slightly. In her opinion, Song Qingcheng, who has excellent grades, shouldn’t interact with Yu Jing like that. Poor students have a wealth of money.

She bit her lip: "I heard that Yu Jing did not perform very well."

"It's not very good." Song Qingcheng turned the textbook to the page the teacher talked about last time, looked through the content with eyelashes down, and responded casually: "Last month, she failed four subjects in the monthly exam."

There are only six subjects in the liberal arts...

Seeing Song Qingcheng not caring, An Ran opened her mouth and wanted to say something. The teacher over there had already entered the classroom, so she had to swallow the words that came to her lips.

The teacher explained for being late, and quickly plunged into the lecture.

On the projection screen, the teacher pointed out the key points, and the students underneath were struggling to write.

Song Qingcheng stopped writing while she was writing. She looked at the word "Ting" outlined in black fonts with a bit of ecstasy, and those eyes that were so deep that they could not be seen appeared in her mind. She was determined and calm, as if she was hiding a young man. A strong past never seen before.

At noon, Song Qingcheng received a call from Lu Xishan.

After listening to what Lu Xishan explained, she just said hello in a low voice, hung up the phone, and stood there for a long time before walking out of the secluded stairwell and going to the head teacher's office to ask for leave.

After class was over in the evening, Song Qingcheng did not return to the dormitory, and went straight to the school gate.

Lu's car was already waiting there.

The car did not go directly to the hotel where the birthday banquet was held, and detoured to the salon center.

"This is the skirt Mrs. Lu prepared." The stylist brought people upstairs and brought a little champagne gown.

Song Qingcheng looked at the red dress hanging not far away and said, "Replace it with that one."

Around seven o'clock in the evening, Four Seasons Hotel.

The birthday party here tonight is a retired old man from Nancheng.

A sign inlaid with 18K gold is erected in the middle of the hotel lobby-"Congratulations to Mr. Gu Shouye, Lao Taishan on his 80th birthday".

The Gu family is one of the best in the city. The guests who can appear at the banquet tonight are either rich or expensive. Although the Lu family is now in decline, Ge Wenjuan’s family is now in important positions because her father was once the top leader in Nancheng. , So getting an invitation card is not too difficult for Ge Wenjuan.

Seeing that the banquet is about to begin—

Ge Wenjuan talked to others not to return to Lu Xishan. The smile on her face finally couldn't sustain, and she said in a low voice, "I'll just go to the school to pick it up in person. You just said that you don't need it. It's all right now. Later, Mr. Liu will come over. How can I? Confess?"

"Wait, haven't it started yet?" Lu Xishan frowned.

As soon as the voice fell, a flash of red appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, which instantly became the focus of the audience.

Song Qingcheng walked into the banquet hall under the attention of everyone, without the slightest panic, as if she was the host of this birthday party, with a red little dress, a rolled up hairpin, and the curvy shoulders and collarbone were graceful and simple. Her style outlines her waist that is unbearable to hold. Her figure is thin, and her slender and white legs have a bright luster under the glorious light.

Such a coquettish red wear on her body, not only did not give people a gaudy feeling, but also had a kind of elegant beauty.

Ge Wenjuan sneered: "Lu Xishan, your niece is so promising!"

She obviously chose a simple and elegant champagne gown. Like this kind of wealthy banquet, dressing is very important. Too ordinary will look out of place, too outstanding and outrageous. If someone invites you to dinner, you don’t want you to grab the limelight. But Song Qingcheng didn't seem to understand this truth.

As for whether she really doesn't understand, Ge Wenjuan doesn't believe it!

At the banquet, many guests stopped talking, especially the male guests, watching the slim red dress beauty shuttle in the crowd, wondering whose daughter this is.

Song Qingcheng didn't seem to notice these gazes, and walked in front of Lu Xishan and Ge Wenjuan, smiling and looking forward: "Uncle and Aunt, I'm late, there is a traffic jam on the road."

Lu Xishan's brows loosened, "It's fine if you come."

Before long, a young brother came over to say hello, and his eyes fell on Song Qingcheng without evasiveness. Ge Wenjuan had to take Qingcheng's hand, and said with a smile: "Qingcheng, this is the young president of Guangmao Group."

"Good morning, Xiao Zhou." Song Qingcheng stretched out the catkin, shook the opponent lightly and then released it.

Xiao Zhou always has a lot of interest in her. Just about to talk a few words, a sneered female voice was inserted next to her: "Zhou Nan, before you start a conversation with someone, you have to tell Miss Song how much wealth you have. You may not know, we What this Miss Song is best at is to watch dishes and order dishes."

The other party's volume is not low, and it seems to be deliberately heard by more people.

Lu Xishan and Ge Wenjuan’s expressions were a bit bad, but Song Qingcheng seemed unconscious. When she saw Gu Qingwei with a provocative look, she just smiled softly: "It's a pity that Miss Gu is a hard and big dish, otherwise I'm sure You have to order the food."

"Puff—" I don't know who laughed.

Gu Qingwei's complexion was blue and white: "Song Qingcheng, don't go too far!"

Song Qingcheng ignored her and said sorry to Mr. Zhou. He greeted Lu Xishan again and turned to the bathroom.

Once again attracted countless men's eyes to follow.

After leaving the banquet hall, Song Qingcheng asked the way from the waiter and walked straight to the bathroom. After not taking a few steps, Gu Qingwei's voice sounded behind him: "Song Qingcheng!"

Looking back, a glass of champagne had already poured over her.

The drink slipped from the chin and dripped on the dress, fainting the dark wine stains. Song Qingcheng looked at Gu Qingwei proudly holding the goblet with cold eyes: "How old are you, do you still play this trick?"

Gu Qingwei looked at the drops of water on Song Qingcheng’s eyelashes, still puzzled: “What you did to my brother, even if you splash you ten times, it’s not too small. Song Qingcheng, you’re so cheeky, and our Gu’s birthday party is also Dare to come, I warn you, and get out of here right away, or else the wine will see you pour it once!" After speaking, he left angrily.

Song Qingcheng stood in the same place, her eyes a little sour, she raised her hand to wipe the wine from her chin, planning to go to the bathroom to clean up her appearance.

He just turned sideways, but froze in the next instant.

In the aisle rest area not far away, the man is dressed in a formal suit, dressed up as a very sophisticated gentleman, with an elegant and stable temperament. He is looking at her at the moment, with most of the cigarettes in his hand.