Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng heard his heart beating faster and faster.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound in the bathroom.

Yu Tingchuan woke up earlier than her.

He took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, looked at the screen to call, and then walked out of the bathroom. When he closed the door with his backhand, Song Qingcheng heard his low voice when he answered the phone: "What's the matter?"

In the bathroom, it quieted down instantly.

Song Qingcheng looked at the sliding glass door, which reflected her appearance at the moment.

Slowly pulling back the shirt that had fallen to her arm, Song Qingcheng took a deep breath, feeling that there was no voice outside before she left the bathroom.

After Yu Tingchuan finished the phone call, he was smoking a cigarette while standing at the executive desk with a bag in one hand.

In the office, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the needle falling.

After a few more seconds, Yu Tingchuan picked up the landline on the table with a cigarette in his hand and dialed a number to go out.

The call was connected soon.

"Call the dry cleaner." After speaking, he hung up the microphone.

His speech was slow, just like his undiscrete clothes, unlike the way he had been in the bathroom just now.

After a while, Linda came over with her clothes and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Yu, the clothes are here."

Yu Tingchuan nodded, then raised his chin to Song Qingcheng, and motioned to the rest room: "Go and change clothes."

His face was calm, and he couldn't find any flaws after losing control.

Song Qingcheng slowly closed his eyes, took the T-shirt and jeans that Linda had handed him, and turned back to the rest room, but when the door was closed, he used a lot of force, and the whole office seemed to shake.

"Boom—"

Yu Tingchuan stopped twisting his cigarette butt.

Perceiving Linda's gaze, he raised his head and looked at it: "Don't go out yet?"

Song Qingcheng quickly changed his clothes and came out.

But in the office, Yu Tingchuan was nowhere to be seen.

She looked around and couldn't find it. As soon as she walked to the door, someone knocked on the door. Song Qingcheng opened the door of the office. Linda was standing outside the door with her hand still in the air. Linda smiled when she came out by herself. Have you changed your clothes? Then I will take you back now."

"Yu Ting...Where is President Yu?" Song Qingcheng asked.

"Oh, President Yu has dinner tonight, so he has already gone to the hotel."

Song Qingcheng's eyes flickered. Hearing this answer, he said in his heart that it is impossible to have no gap.

Linda asked tentatively: "Do you want to call Mr. Yu?"

"No need." Song Qingcheng smiled at her.

On the way back to school, Song Qingcheng looked at the evening street scene outside the car window, thinking about the scene in the bathroom and Yu Tingchuan's inconsistent attitude.

Later, he apparently escaped by socializing.

At the age of 22, no matter how clever and astute, she could not penetrate the mind of a 34-year-old man.

He is more than her, not just age.

She thought of the faint scent of alcohol on his body, and then thought of the level of ‘drunk chaos’. Was it because of the effect of alcohol that he who regained his sanity did not choose enough?

Song Qingcheng didn't ask Linda to send her to Yuanwei, but randomly reported the name of a neighborhood near Yuanwei.