Who’s The Boss?

As if receiving some kind of guidance, Song Qingcheng did not go to the kitchen, but stepped into the living room.

The cotton interior is silent.

She walked all the way without making much movement.

In the aisle between the sofa and the coffee table, Song Qingcheng slowly squatted down, spreading the long chiffon skirt on the carpet, like a blooming lily, she hugged her arms on her knees, breathing, she still smelled The faint fruity fragrance of shampoo on my body.

Quietly late at night, only one lamp was on.

With the faint light, Song Qingcheng looked at the sleeping man on the sofa.

She had never looked at Yu Tingchuan's face seriously, and subconsciously, except for those deep eyes, she hadn't remembered anything else.

He looked away from the man's shirt, over the protruding apple, and looked at his tightly pressed thin lips.

I can’t remember where I saw a sentence—

A man with thin lips is ignorant.

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but think of what Shen Che had said on the phone. A man, after learning that his wife had become disabled, filed for divorce in a non-negotiable posture. It was indeed not linked to Affectionate Buzhu.

It can even be said that it is almost ruthless.

In Song Qingcheng's mind, Yu Tingchuan walked into the banquet hall at the Gu family's birthday banquet.

He wore a blue-gray shirt and a meticulous black suit. The whole person was slender and tall. The slightly open shirt collar made him look low-key but elegant. When he and Gu Zhengshen walked all the way, there were many people who were familiar or unfamiliar. Business celebrities invariably greet him, which is extremely beautiful.

In her impression, few men who can sit in the position of boss have such a good skin.

Song Qingcheng's gaze shifted upward, Yu Tingchuan’s angular facial features were in the dim light, whether it was the face, the brow bone, the bridge of the nose, or, with the green stubble chin, everywhere showing the calmness and introversion of a mature man, yes. With such a man who was obviously good at calculations, she didn't know how to put her calculations into action.

I don't know how long he stared like this, Song Qingcheng raised a hand and tentatively stroked Yu Tingchuan's face.

The fingertips touched the man's warm skin.

Yu Tingchuan did not wake up.

It was a little different from what was expected, but a stunned heart settled down.

However, in the next second, her wrist was caught.

All actions stopped in an instant.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng did not panic.

She raised her head and looked at—

Those dark eyes have been opened, staring straight at him.

It's not so much gaze, it's more like a kind of scrutiny.

"Are you awake?" She didn't use honorifics, looking at the man who woke up, with a sweet smile.

Yu Tingchuan looked at the girl who was squatting in front of him, with her waist-length semi-wet long hair draped over her shoulders, and her bright facial features were surprisingly clean. He did not look away, loosened her slender wrist, and sat up: "Why haven't you rested yet? ?"

His understatement exposed her presumptuous behavior just now.

"Some can't sleep." Song Qingcheng said truthfully.

While talking, he supported his chin with his hands, and his eyes were moving like water: "Then you, why are you sleeping here?"

Yu Tingchuan raised his eyes and looked at her.

His eyes were calm, even a little cold.

After a while, he suddenly leaned down and whispered in a low volume that can only be heard by each other: "Don't talk to me in this tone, I'm Yu Jing's uncle."