Who’s The Boss?

Lu Xishan has not studied orchestral music personally, but he also knows that one of the favorite things of rich people now is that taking female companions to listen to this kind of music performance will increase the mood, his brows slowly loosened and asked: " Who will go together?"

Song Qingcheng smiled, neither admitted nor denied.

It's just like a young girl in the beginning, standing in front of the full-length mirror and gesturing with her skirt.

Lu Xishan spoke again: "Then I will have dinner at home tonight, and ask the driver to take you to the Nancheng Opera House after eating."

Song Qingcheng naturally saw Lu Xishan’s plan and wanted to determine who the suit gentleman was, but she didn’t say anything about it. She just deepened the curvature of her lips: "But what about uncle, there will be a car coming to pick me up soon." ."

"Is it coming home?" Lu Xishan asked in surprise.

Song Qingcheng nodded with a smile.

A smile spread across Lu Xishan's face, as if relieved: "Then you change your clothes first, and I will go downstairs to let Aunt Liang boil the pot of hot water.

Watching Lu Xishan leave, Song Qingcheng's expression was a little dazed. In her mind was what the attending doctor said when she went to inquire about her grandmother's condition on Sunday--

"Your grandmother is getting older, and you have to take care of many things as a junior. The risk of heart bypass surgery is very high. I am afraid that no cardiologist will dare to perform this operation on your grandma in Nancheng. A People’s Hospital invited an authoritative expert in cardiology surgery from Fuwai Hospital in Beijing to give a lecture. If you can see this expert, you can consult him. But... even if the operation can be performed, it will be a big expense. ."

However, once a person has hope, even if it is slim, he will try his best to fight for it.

Song Qingcheng took out his cell phone and called Yu Jing.

...

Half an hour later, Song Qingcheng went downstairs wearing a white sleeveless chiffon skirt.

Ge Wenjuan was still sitting in the living room watching TV, and she caught a glimpse of the graceful figure in the corridor. Song Qingcheng was a pure plain face, but because of her whiteness, she looked pure and beautiful.

Thinking of what Lu Xishan had just said when he went downstairs, Ge Wenjuan's throat was suddenly as uncomfortable as a fishbone.

The dead girl rebelled against her own arrangements, refused to marry Mr. Liu, and climbed up other rich men behind her back. In Ge Wenjuan's view, it was already a blatant provocation, but she even used the face of Humeizi to make innocent things. Bo looks sympathetic to the man, just like her sordid mother.

Song Qingcheng didn't seem to see those two disgusting eyes. After going down the steps, he smiled at Ge Wenjuan, "I am resting today. Why didn't my aunt go out to play cards?"

Ge Wenjuan snorted coldly: "I hope I will go out to play cards, how are you doing this at home?"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng bends his eyebrows: "Even if Auntie is not at home, your majesty is still there. There is a saying, tigress, ground snake-can't afford to offend."

"You die girl!" Ge Wenjuan was very angry.

After Song Qingcheng finished speaking, he walked straight to the door of the villa, and when he arrived at the entrance, he ran into Lu Xishan who came in.

Lu Xishan asked, "Why, are you going out?"

Song Qingcheng's eyes touched the unopened can of Dahongpao tea in Lu Xishan's hand, and smiled: "The car has already gone outside, so you can't let people wait forever."

After Song Qingcheng went out, Ge Wenjuan sneered: "A broken suit will coax you around, boil water and borrow tea. You niece has a lot of mind, and you have to count the money if you are sold. !"

Lu Xishan didn't speak, but watched Song Qingcheng walk through the courtyard.

I remembered the black Maybach I saw outside just now, and stopped in the shade of the tree next to my door.

...

Song Qingcheng came out from the side door of the iron gate and saw the Maybach on the side of the road. He paused for a few seconds before walking over.

Waiting for her to get in the car, Yu Jing told the driver to drive away.

The car left Xiangsong Garden and went directly to the Nancheng Opera House. After arriving at the destination, Yu Jing sent the driver home first, and she and Song Qingcheng found a KFC nearby.

After finishing the dinner, watching the time is almost the same, the two went to the opera house.

The Nancheng Opera House is built against the river, and the whole is shell-shaped. Under the night, the bright white lights illuminate the sky and become a gorgeous scenery along the river.

Entering the opera house and seeing the magnificent crystal lamp above her head, Yu Jing took Song Qingcheng’s arm and smacked her mouth in exclaim, “I knew I had come to see it before. I suddenly understood why Gu Jiazhi wanted to be a cellist. The local performance is so high, the goddess fan is full!"

While talking, they found the seats corresponding to the two tickets in Yu Jing's hand.

The location is very good, in the seventh row of the 9th and 10th.

"The ticket was given by Gu Jiazhi." Yu Jing whispered in Song Qingcheng's ear.

Five minutes before seven o’clock, the entire opera house was almost full of audiences. Yu Jing noticed that there was a handsome guy sitting in seat 8, poking Song Qingcheng’s armpits to adjust his position, waiting for Song Qingcheng to get up. After changing with her, Yu Jing suddenly screamed: "I saw my second uncle!"

Song Qingcheng looked up to the side of the aisle and found Yu Tingchuan almost at a glance. He wore a well-tailored black suit tonight with no buttons, revealing the white shirt inside, mature and casual, under the bright and luxurious light. The height and legs are long, and some people can't move their eyes.

Gu Zhengshen also came with him, because of the occasion, he also dressed more formally.

Yu Jing wailed: "It's over, I have a bad feeling."

Song Qingcheng quickly understood why she had such a reaction. Looking at the entire concert hall, it seemed that only the two places next to them were still empty.