Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng raised his gaze lightly and met Yu Tingchuan's eyes, but then she covered her eyelashes and slowly said, "I know."

When he said this, he took the left hand away from the lower jaw and pretended to accidentally put the man's long leg on it.

Her hands are beautiful.

Refers to if the onion root is cut, the nails are trimmed neatly and clean without any blemishes.

Song Qingcheng's drooping sight was occupied by trousers with excellent fabrics, her palms were close to the inner thighs of men, but she couldn't feel the tightness of the muscles. Her eyelashes trembled, "But there are some emotions, which will always make people feel uncontrollable. ."

The girl had a low voice, showing a faint charm in the dark night.

The atmosphere in the living room has become a little different.

Only a moment later, Yu Tingchuan said: "I said, you are still young and you can't make the right choice for many things."

The man's voice was low, and it sounded unfeeling in Song Qingcheng's ears.

She whispered softly: "I know what I want."

"Then what do you want?"

"..." Song Qingcheng was silent.

Because of being pressed for questioning, there was a weeping grievance on his face.

Yu Tingchuan looked at her stubborn eyebrows and didn't continue to say anything. Just when he wanted to block the hand that had passed the boundary, Song Qingcheng took it back by himself.

She stood up and left the living room, without looking at him from start to finish.

It's not like running away.

It's more like arguing that he can't make him play a petty temper.

Watching her back disappear into the corridor, Yu Tingchuan slowly retracted his gaze. He took the cigarette case on the coffee table and lit a cigarette. The smoke filled his eyes, blurring the expression between his eyebrows.

...

Back to the room, Song Qingcheng leaned back against the door in a daze, feeling like the gloomy sky outside the window.

She knew exactly what she wanted.

In addition to money, it is money.

But this answer can only be kept firmly in my heart.

Lying back on the bed again, Song Qingcheng fell into insomnia.

Tian Tian lightened up under her gaze, and when it was almost six o'clock, she got up and went to the bathroom again.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, a tall figure appeared on the stairs. Song Qingcheng followed his footsteps. Yu Tingchuan was dressed up in sportswear, as if he had just finished running, with two hand bags coming upstairs.

Possibly sensing her gaze, Yu Tingchuan paused a bit and raised his deep black eyes to look over.

Looking at each other, the atmosphere froze for an instant.

In the next moment, Song Qingcheng opened his eyes first and went back to Yu Jing's room.

...

Yu Jing woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

She turned over on the bed in a daze. She turned her head and saw Song Qingcheng sitting at the desk reading and reviewing, her long hair like seaweed draped over her shoulders, and her hair drooped when she lowered her head. Because she was an eyesore, she was able to reach behind her ears easily, revealing half of her face, and the sunlight came in from the window sill, making her snow-white skin almost transparent.

Hearing the movement, Song Qingcheng cast his gaze over: "Awake?"

"Why do you get up so early?" Yu Jing slowly got up with a yawn.

Song Qingcheng continued to read and replied, "As long as I don't go to bed very late at night, I usually don't sleep late."

When Yu Jing finished washing, the two changed their clothes together.

Yu Jing was about the same height as Song Qingcheng, except that Yu Jing had to be plump. Her pants were big when Song Qingcheng wore them. There was no alternative but to borrow a skirt for Song Qingcheng.

When she took off her nightdress, Yu Jing noticed the abnormality in Song Qingcheng's lower abdomen: "Why is there a scar here?"

Song Qingcheng faintly smiled: "I have had appendicitis before."