Who’s The Boss?

Like many old-fashioned big families, the Yu family also retains certain traditions, such as an indispensable family banquet every week.

On the way, Yu Jing frowned when she talked about her family dinner.

"Except for being boring or boring." Yu Jing leaned on Song Qingcheng for the most part, with a pillow in her arms, and kept complaining: "A large group of people are sitting in the living room talking about current affairs and economics, and then bear children run around, but I am too Grandpa is getting older, and he likes to get together in such a noisy way."

The black Mercedes turned off outside the Yujia Xiaoyang Building, and there were already two cars parked nearby.

Yu Jing smashed her mouth: "It's my four aunts' family who are here."

Song Qingcheng and Yu Jing entered the room. Sure enough, there was a pretty young woman sitting in the living room. She was dressed very fashionable and dyed short burgundy red hair. A little boy was sitting on the carpet holding a car model in his hand, looking up while watching cartoons. Yu Jing's attitude was not enthusiastic, and she simply greeted the other party, pulling Song Qingcheng upstairs.

After closing the bedroom door, Yu Jing explained: "My fourth aunt and my dad are not the same mother."

Song Qingcheng was standing by the window, and she looked downstairs, and it happened that a royal blue sports car was parked in front of Yu's house.

"That's my third aunt." Yu Jing's voice sounded nearby.

Before long, there was a faint hearty laughter downstairs.

Yu Jing curled her lips: "My third aunt and my dad came out of the same womb. They are just a little nervous. They always want to be big stars, and a lot of age are still playing little girls in thunder dramas."

Song Qingcheng didn't look any further, retracted his finger from the window curtain, and smiled: "Your aunt is quite a lot."

"A total of three, two uncles." Yu Jing didn't want to talk about the Yu family anymore, and took Song Qingcheng's hand: "Go, I'll take you to see my grandfather. He must be happy to know that I'm making friends with you."

…

Yu Lao is a ninety-year-old man with a high collar. His temples are gray and he has the majesty left by his habitual high position. Perhaps because he often lives in a nursing center after retirement to maintain his body, his whole spirit is very good, and there is no confusion and disapproval. Symptoms, just some ears.

"Grandpa, this is Qingcheng, my classmate!" Yu Jing introduced loudly into the old man's ear.

Central air-conditioning is turned on in the entire western-style building.

Old Yu was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin woolen blanket on his legs. Hearing what his granddaughter said, he turned his head to look at the girl standing quietly on the side. Song Qingcheng smiled generously at the old man’s gaze: "Grandpa Hello there."

Yu Jing said again: "Qingcheng is amazing. Every time we take an exam, she is in the top three of her grade!"

The cheerful tone seemed to be talking about herself.

"Good!" The old man nodded with a smile.

Coming out of Yu Lao's room and preparing to go downstairs, Yu Jing rubbed her belly and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

Song Qingcheng was waiting for her in the aisle on the second floor. He was bored and heard someone say hello downstairs: "The second child is here. Isn't this Jiazhi? When will you return to China?"

"Just yesterday." A soft female voice sounded.

Song Qingcheng looked down from near the entrance of the stairs—

Yu Tingchuan wore a trousers shirt, not the POLO shirt and slacks that he saw at noon. Next to him stood a beautiful temperament in a sleeveless skirt, 27-year-old, with long hair to waist, slender white hands holding Yu Tingchuan’s. Arms, the two people stood together like this, surprisingly facing each other.

The man who had originally stood at the hallway seemed to have some sense, and raised his eyes to look upstairs.

Before waiting for the line of sight to meet, Song Qingcheng first put aside his eyes, and set off the action he was looking at just now as if he didn't care.

Yu Jing happened to come out of the bathroom with a stern look on her face: "Some diarrhea."

Downstairs, the nanny has welcomed people into the house.

"Grandpa is upstairs?" The soft and beautiful voice came again.

Yu Jing's third-in-law, Yu Minghui, said: "In the room, let the second child accompany you up."

The beautiful temperament smiled.

Yu Jing had already walked to Song Qingcheng's side, followed Song Qingcheng's line of sight, saw the quiet and charming temperament beauty with a small smile on her mouth, and whispered with her hand over her mouth: "Gu Jiazhi, the third of Gu Jiazhi My daughter, the sister of entrepreneur Gu Zhengshen, may become a strong candidate for my second aunt."

Song Qingcheng couldn't help thinking of the grand birthday banquet that night, and smiled lightly: "Born from a famous family, he fits your uncle very well."

"That's it." Yu Jing pursed her mouth disapprovingly, and said, taking her eyes to look at Song Qingcheng: "If you look like you, then it's a good match, a man, a wealthy woman, and a **** face."

"..." Song Qingcheng didn't answer this, his eyes lightly turned to Yu Tingchuan.

Over there, Gu Jiazhi said something in Yu Tingchuan's ear. Yu Tingchuan turned his face slightly to look at her. The outline of the man's eyebrows became more profound under the orange light.

Song Qingcheng retracted his gaze, turned to ask Yu Jing, "Go back to your room?"

Yu Jing also didn't want to run downstairs to deal with these elders, but she didn't want to be bored in the room: "Go to the garden from the back door. This meal must be eaten around seven o'clock."

…

Yu Jing's deceased grandma likes to care about flowers and plants, and over time, the open space behind the small western-style building has become a rose garden.

As soon as she sat down on the garden bench, Yu Jing was called away because of the incident.

Song Qingcheng did not follow, and sat for a while, then got up and wandered aimlessly in the garden.

It's midsummer, and the whole garden is beautiful and red, against the strong evening glow.

The wind blows her black hair...

She raised her hand to pull the hair behind her ear, but Yu Guang noticed that someone was looking at herself.

Turning his head intuitively, I saw Yu Tingchuan.

On the terrace on the second floor of the western-style building, a tall figure of a man stood there, with his hands on the guardrail, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and he was silently looking down at her.

That kind of gaze seemed inevitable.

Song Qingcheng stood on the large raging rose, wisps of green silk across the clear facial features, the setting sun, the dark light of the night slowly coming from the sky, reflecting her slender figure, there is a kind of clear and distant beauty.

Yu Tingchuan stood in front of the terrace, his expression did not seem to be purely appreciating the beauty.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Jiazhi's voice came from behind.