Who’s The Boss?

The black Land Rover was driving on the road, away from the prosperous area. Camphor trees on both sides of the road were whirling in the breeze.

About half an hour later, Song Qingcheng saw the leased community from a distance.

"Just stop at the stop sign, don't drive up again." In the dimly lit car, the girl's soft voice came from the back.

The car didn't stop, it just slowed down.

Yu Tingchuan saw that there were communities on both sides of the road ahead, and said, "Which community is it?"

His rate of speaking is light and slow, but it makes people feel that it is not negotiable.

Song Qingcheng didn't make any further excuses, saying no, he reported the name of the community, and then told Yu Tingchuan where to drive. When approaching the gate of the community, she said again: "This is it."

I didn't mean to send Yu Tingchuan downstairs to the apartment.

The car came to a halt slowly on the side of the road.

Song Qingcheng said timely: "Thank you uncle tonight. I'm going in first. Please drive carefully."

This is the first time she called Uncle Yu Tingchuan.

Polite, polite, and put yourself in a correct position, so that people can't make mistakes.

The past, as if it had really gone with the wind.

Yu Tingchuan responded indifferently.

Song Qingcheng pushed the door and got out of the car, straddling Xiao Fangbao diagonally on him, and then walked towards the community.

Sitting in the car, Yu Tingchuan watched the thin figure go further and further, lowered the driving window, and let the heat from outside slowly fill in. He bowed his head and lit a cigarette. Before he even took a bite, he found Song Qingcheng walked back, and when she walked around the door of the driving car, Yu Tingchuan raised those deep eyes to see.

The girl's head is tied up, and the broken hair at the hairline naturally modifies her face, and adds a bit of casual sweetness.

Song Qingcheng took out a cash check from his bag and handed it to the edge of the car window: "I'm here to pay back things."

Yu Tingchuan’s gaze fell on the check, and he recognized that it was the one million he signed last time. The girl’s soft voice came: "I had to pay it back to the company that time, but I forgot it later." She said here. , Paused for a while, and then continued after a few seconds: "What you said to me, I seriously reflect on it, and I think what you said makes sense."

In the midsummer night, there was no heat in the air.

Song Qingcheng bent down slightly, a faint fragrance spread in the wind, and his voice was very soft: "In the past, I was young and ignorant. From now on I will not do anything improper to you. As for my previous improper behaviors. , I hope you don’t take it to heart."

Yu Tingchuan did not answer this sentence.

Song Qingcheng said again: "If I still do something bad, you can point it out. You are Yu Jing's uncle, and you can count as my elder."

"..."

Xi Xi's evening breeze brushed the hair on her cheeks, and she was gently pulled behind her ears.

"The vision of driving at night is not good. Please pay attention to safety on the road. I will go back first."

...

Returning to his residence, Song Qingcheng took off his sandals, took the bottle of mineral water on the table and took a couple of sips, and then sat on the chair a little too frivolous.

I still thought of Yu Tingchuan's attitude just now.

I don't know how long I have been sitting like this, and the cell phone buzzes in my bag.

It's Shen Che's call.

"Remember to go to the imperial court early tomorrow afternoon. Sister Ling will take you for the first few days. If you have any questions you don't understand, just ask her."

Song Qingcheng responded softly, and after a little thought, he asked Shen Che, "Do you have relatives working in the First People's Hospital in your family?"

"There is a cousin who is the head nurse of the orthopedics department." Shen Che asked back, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingcheng wanted to talk about her grandmother, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly lost her desire to talk. She just found an excuse to stop her in the past: "It's okay, if you want to have a full body checkup, it's not that you have someone in the hospital. Do you work?"

Shen Che said: "Then you tell me when the time comes, and I will tell my cousin."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng took his pajamas and went to take a bath.

When she was standing in front of the washstand, she couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror. The facial features she had been familiar with at this moment seemed insipid.

In my mind, the scene of Gu Jiazhi playing the cello on the stage came to mind.

There is also Gu Jiazhi coming out of the lounge, standing side by side with Yu Tingchuan on the opposite picture.

Mature and gold men should all appreciate Gu Jiazhi's elegant and intellectual celebrities. Song Qingcheng remembered how many times she had been with Gu Jiazhi, she had outstanding temperament and good personality. If she were a man, she would probably fall under Gu Jiazhi's pomegranate skirt.

As for his appearance--

Song Qingcheng first thought of Ge Wenjuan's vixen.

Sure enough, the most unaffordable thing is comparison.

...

In the afternoon of the next day, Song Qingcheng went to the imperial court early.

All uniforms of the Royal Club. Female employees wear black V-neck skirts with white suspenders. After Song Qingcheng changes her clothes, she will familiarize herself with the service procedures with Sister Ling who is in charge of the box. Sister Ling is afraid that she will not be used to working on the first day. , Let her be responsible for serving dishes and tea.

By about six o'clock in the evening, the entire seventh floor gradually became lively.

Shen Che was not relieved. He sneaked over to see Song Qingcheng from the box he was in charge of. When he left, he didn't forget to whisper in her ear: "Concentrate on work, don't think about what you don't have."

Song Qingcheng knew what he was alluding to, and smiled: "I saw your foreman coming over."

Shen Che glared at her sullenly, and quickly slipped away.

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It didn't take long for the boxes to arrive one after another, including the real estate business in Nancheng and the leaders of the Municipal Urban Construction Bureau.

Song Qingcheng made tea in the small kitchen and brought it out with a tray.

As soon as I left the door, I heard someone laugh and say: "Mr. Yu, busy man, just talking about you, thinking you can't come tonight."

Song Qingcheng turned her head and saw the man who had entered the box and was shaking hands with other bosses and laughing. Her brain was blank for a short time. She considered that she might meet Yu Tingchuan on the seventh floor, but she didn't expect it to be tonight.

Another waiter, Shen Qian, happened to come over. Song Qingcheng handed her the tray and turned back to the small kitchen.

Soon, Shen Qian also came in.

"The guests are almost there. I will make a few more cups of tea. When the food is in the display room, you can take the wine list first." Shen Che said as he showed her the list.

Song Qingcheng took it, knowing that he couldn't hide it, so he simply went out like this.

Opening the door of the small kitchen, loud chattering and laughter came, and the whole body was caught in the smell of choking smoke.

I don’t know if Yu Tingchuan’s appearance is too prominent, or the crystal lamp above him is too dazzling. Song Qingcheng’s first glance fell on him after he came out. He took off his suit jacket and only wore a dark blue shirt with shirt cuffs. Pulling it up, he wore a famous watch on his left wrist, making his whole person shining. There was a cup of brewed tea at his table, which was slowly steaming hot.

Song Qingcheng appeared in the box, attracting some eyes, and afterwards it was almost like a man's back, but she still walked to the table with due diligence.

Yu Tingchuan over there, who was talking to a boss, stopped now, his eyes fixed on her.