Who’s The Boss?

Hearing his solemn tone, Song Qingcheng smiled slightly: "Are you afraid that I will also run to the imperial court and jump off the building in the future?"

"I'm not afraid of you jumping off the building, but I'm afraid you are jumping into the fire pit now!" Shen Che said bitterly: "At that time, you will get angry and burn your body."

I was afraid that she would not hit the south wall and would not look back, so she had to tell what she had heard: "Yu Tingchuan’s ex-wife belongs to Mu's family, a famous door in Beijing. I heard that he can quickly gain a foothold in Hengyuan because of the support of his ex-wife’s family. Later, his ex-wife broke both legs in an accident. After the hospital diagnosed that he could not be cured, Yu Tingchuan immediately sued the court for divorce."

Such a man is extremely affectionate...

Song Qingcheng listened quietly, noncommittal.

Seeing no response on the phone, Shen Che was a little anxious: "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah." Song Qingcheng should be fainted.

"Since I heard it, I will stay away from Yu Tingchuan from now on."

...

Yu Jing returned to her room and saw Song Qingcheng leaning on the balcony to watch the night view. She also opened the sliding door and went out: "Isn't it hot to stand here?"

Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked at her with a faint smile: "You'll know after a while."

After speaking, he looked at the door of Yu's house again.

The car that had been parked there showed signs of moving, the red light at the rear flickered, and occasionally the sound of the whistle came.

"Finally it can be cleaned." Yu Jing pursed her mouth and muttered.

Suddenly the door was knocked by a tuk tuk.

Gu Jiazhi stood by the door carrying a bag, ready to leave, and came over to say hello to Yu Jing: "Jingjing, come to play at home when you have time."

Although knowing it was a polite remark, Yu Jing nodded: "Auntie, pay attention to safety on your way."

Gu Jiazhi smiled: "You also go to bed earlier."

At this moment, Yu Tingchuan also appeared at the door, holding the car key in his hand: "Have everything taken?"

"Yeah." Gu Jiazhi nodded.

"Then go."

Seeing the two walking together, Yu Jing hummed: "With my second uncle as a gift, it's no wonder that she smiled so gorgeously."

Song Qingcheng didn't speak, but turned his head to look downstairs——

The black cheetah XKR reversed its car and quickly drove away from its original position.

When the guests dispersed, the whole western-style building looked a little deserted.

The servant began to clean up the house upstairs and downstairs, and the cups and plates collided with a crisp sound.

Yu Jing lay down on the big bed and refused to move anymore. By the way, she also pulled Song Qingcheng next to her, and began to tell about the miserable history of being flogged by her five aunts in the grandfather’s room. Later, she hugged Song Qingcheng. Crying: "I should have taken you there. You don't know. She asked me my views on the South China Sea issue. I felt like I was being roasted on a fire."

Song Qingcheng squeezed Yu Jing's baby fat face, as if inadvertently mentioned: "Why didn't you see your fifth uncle?"

"Divorced." Yu Jing said disapprovingly.

"I think your five aunts are pretty good."

"It's very good, but it's a pity that I met a scumbag who likes to sleep with a secretary."

Song Qingcheng paused for a while and then asked, "What about your second uncle? Why did he get a divorce?"

This time, Yu Jing came without a word, and it took about five or six seconds before she replied: "The feelings are not in harmony. I don't know the details. I was not at home at the time..."

As he spoke, the sound gradually disappeared from the side.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and saw Yu Jing's quiet sleeping face.

...

For Song Qingcheng, she didn’t sleep well. She opened her eyes, and there was a lamp in the room. The orange light was very soft. The sky outside the window was blue and black, and the scenery was faintly visible. She was not used to being with others. Bed, sometimes it gets serious and can cause insomnia all night.

I took out my phone from under my pillow and found that it was only after four in the morning.

I didn't take a shower before going to bed last night, even if the room has central air-conditioning, I still feel bad.

Song Qingcheng took away Yu Jing's hand on her body, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

On the desk, there are toiletries and a change of clothes for her.

There is no independent guard in Yu Jing's room. Taking things, Song Qingcheng gently opened the room to the bathroom outside.

When the warm water spilled from the shaggy head, the stiff muscles of the whole person relaxed, she closed her eyes, and let the water wash her bright eyebrows and eyes, slid over the delicate skin, and flowed into the floor drain along her long white legs...

Song Qingcheng discovered that there was only one towel when he was wiping his body.

I don't want to use a hair dryer to wake others up, so I can simply take a paper towel to deal with the water stains on my lower body, then put on a loose nightdress, wipe the wet hair with the towel and leave the bathroom.

Suddenly feel a bit dry mouth.

Song Qingcheng didn't see water in the room, so he could only go downstairs to find it.

In the huge western-style building, there is a faint light in the living room.

As soon as Song Qingcheng descended the stairs, he saw Yu Tingchuan sleeping on the sofa.

He is still in the same clothes as last night, and this kind of dress adds a sense of unkindness in the dead of night.