Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng stood behind Mr. Liu. When Mr. Liu handed a smoke to the other middle-aged bosses, she turned her head and squinted in the wind to look away. The expression on her face was calm, something that didn’t matter to her. Of indifference.

Mr. Liu didn't mind her being a little temperamental. This woman just needs to be temperamental.

Only when you have a temper can you have fun.

Those middle-aged bosses also had young female companions by their side, so they didn't ask much about who Mr. Liu had brought. Some things were tacitly tacit in their circle.

"... Mr. Gu, who was still playing ball just now, should be sitting and resting right now."

During the speech, the boss raised his chin and pointed to the rest area A not far away.

Mr. Liu came here today. The game is fake. The real purpose is to attract Hengyuan, a big customer. Last time he had a birthday party, although he had a simple conversation with Yu Tingchuan, the attitude of the other party was not lukewarm and the topic did not go on. Talk about business. But as an old fritters in the business field, since you have come into contact with the big tree of Yu Tingchuan, how can you give up this good opportunity to enjoy the shade?

So I want to take advantage of the name of the game to come and try my luck.

Knowing that Mr. Gu was really playing here, Mr. Liu's facial expression also relaxed a lot, making sure that he hadn't ran for nothing.

Gu Zhengshen had a personal relationship with Yu Tingchuan, and it was no secret in Nancheng's circle.

Coupled with the fact that the two companies have a lot of business dealings, the relationship between the two is a bit of a defocused taste.

Since Gu Zhengshen is here today, Yu Tingchuan must be here.

After inquiring into the situation, Mr. Liu didn't rush over to get involved. Some things were too deliberate that would make people irritable. He took Song Qingcheng to the rest area B on the other side.

As soon as he sat down in the chair under the umbrella, he leaned forward and asked Song Qingcheng like a chatter: "The bosses just now do not have a smaller business than me, how about it? Do you want to get to know him?"

Song Qingcheng rested his chin with his hand and looked far away: "It's a vain thought if I think about it. People don't want to tell me the business."

Her tone, including the look in her eyes, seemed casual.

In the sun, Song Qingcheng's skin was still as white as a beautiful jade, and the hand holding her chin was white and slender. With her slightly relaxed look, she had an indescribable squeamishness. In my eyes, no matter how I look at it, I feel pleasing to the eye.

Mr. Liu licked his lower lip and cast his eyes to the rest area on the other side.

After a while, he leaned against the arm of the chair and asked, "Do you know Hengyuan Group?"

Before Song Qingcheng could answer, he pointed to the rest area A, and said to himself: "The boss of Hengyuan is there. Some people are good at reincarnation. The money status that we got through hard work is just their starting line. Therefore, how high this person's life is depends not on how hard he works, but on what kind of family he was born into."

After Song Qingcheng listened, he didn't answer the conversation, just picked up a can of beer on the table.

...

The rest area on the other side.

Gu Zhengshen was also looking at Mr. Liu and the others. He naturally recognized who was next to the short and fat old man, but he was a little surprised. He turned to ask Yu Tingchuan next to him, "Is that the adopted daughter of the Lu family?"

Yu Tingchuan took the lighter and lit a cigarette with a patter.

When he took the cigarette from his mouth, he spit out a long thick white smoke.

Gu Zhengshen saw that Yu Tingchuan was not talking, he looked at Song Qingcheng, who was holding his cheeks and looked bored not far away, changed his sitting posture a little, and said with Erlang's legs tilted: "This looks is not bad in the entertainment industry. Yes, just talk about that leg. No wonder my nephew was so fascinated by her that when he returned from Yuanquan Villa that day, the bastard's mind became more active and he clamored to break up with his current girlfriend."

"How's Xu Yuan going?" Yu Tingchuan asked him.

Speaking of official business, Gu Zhengshen lost his cynicism: "Xu Yuan is getting old and has not been willing to go any further in the past few years, for fear of'losing a guarantee in the evening'. His youngest son is not bad. He called the day before yesterday and wanted to invite me. For dinner, he should want to learn more about the project situation, but he has two older sisters on his head, and he has no real power. One of them has refused to marry until now, I am afraid that he wants to get a share of the Xu family."

As Yu Tingchuan listened, his slender fingers lightly touched the soot, and he glanced at the rest area B seemingly inadvertently.

Over there, Song Qingcheng was looking up and drinking beer.

The girl's arms are thin and white, the jaw line is beautiful, and the golden sunlight shines, and between her hands and feet, there is a clear and transparent softness.

Only the next moment, he looked away.

Putting out half of the cigarette in the ashtray, Yu Tingchuan stood up: "Go to the bathroom."

Rest area B at this moment——

Song Qingcheng took the mouth of the can from his lips, swallowed a little beer in his mouth, and smiled at President Liu: "The phone is shaking, I will answer the call."

Mr. Liu expected that she would not dare to run, and did not stop.

...

Yu Tingchuan came out of the bathroom, and it didn't take long for him to see the people who were supposed to be in the rest area by the lawn.

She was leaning in front of the French window not far in front, with an open bottle of beer in her right hand, with a look of interest, and a well-dressed young man stood in front of her. Beer, the two seemed to talk very happily, and chuckles came from time to time.