Who’s The Boss?

After finishing his work schedule, Yu Tingchuan asked his entourage to return home first, and took his wife and children on the high-speed train to Stockholm (the capital of Sweden).

Looking at the beautiful scenery receding outside the window, Song Qingcheng gradually reacted and asked Yu Tingchuan, who was sitting opposite, "What are we going to do in Sweden?"

She thought that Yu Tingchuan had confused Sweden and Switzerland.

But thinking about it is wrong.

If Yu Tingchuan intends to visit Fu Min's mother and daughter in Switzerland, he will not ignore the existence of Joice. Besides, Yu Qidong is also in Zurich.

In the past two years, Fu Min has not returned to China and seems to really intend to settle in Switzerland.

As for the relationship and marital status of Fu Min and Yu Qidong, Song Qingcheng has no way of knowing. It is unsatisfactory. If their husband and wife have ignored the previous suspicions, then now, the family of three will not stay in Switzerland.

In mid-May, Shen Che returned from studying in Switzerland.

He met Yu Jing in Zurich, and when he told Song Qingcheng, he used the phrase "looks not so stupid" to describe the 20-year-old Yu Jing.

On the high-speed rail, Yu Tingchuan's gentle male voice pulled her thoughts back: "To make up for some of the shortcomings."

Yu Tingchuan didn't say exactly what the shortcoming was.

Five hours later, I arrived in Stockholm. It was the afternoon and the sun was shining. The family of four did not stop in the city. They went directly to the ferry, just in time for the cruise to Gotland.

Song Qingcheng saw the introduction of Gotland in the tourist brochure-the city of God.

It is also the closest place to God.

As soon as he landed on the island, Song Qingcheng felt that he smelled the fragrance of flowers.

Gotland is most famous, except for the roses in the capital Visby, which are nearly 100 churches. Due to accidents such as wars, turmoil or natural disasters, not many churches can be preserved from the Middle Ages.

Yu Tingchuan booked a hotel next to the church.

After a long journey, the two children fell asleep shortly after lying in bed. Song Qingcheng washed his face in the bathroom and then came out and found that Yu Tingchuan had gone out. She found a very delicate painting on the table in the room. With'Ruins/of/St/Clemens/Church'.

There is also a card that says: "Best/wishes/for/your/ing/future/together."

This sentence is translated into Chinese, which means-bless you for a common future.

Song Qingcheng took the card and looked out the window. As far as she could see, there were red clouds in the blue sky at dusk. She didn't know where Yu Tingchuan had gone, thinking that something should happen, so she didn't call to find someone for the time being, but just sat there. Go to the sofa, take a blanket and take a nap.

At the same time, Yu Tingchuan was sitting in a room talking with a white-haired Swedish lady.

About half an hour passed, Yu Tingchuan got up and left.

Passing by the hotel reception, the young Swedish guy called him: "MR/Yu!"

Then, take out a suitcase from the closet.

The dark leather vintage suitcase was sent from China by U Tingchuan half a month ago.

Taking the suitcase, Yu Tingchuan raised his hand and slapped the guy on the shoulder, thanked him with a smile, and took the suitcase back to the room upstairs.

Song Qingcheng opened his eyes when he heard the slight movement.

She turned her head and found that Yu Tingchuan had returned and the shirt on her back was a little tight because of his half-squatting movement. Song Qingcheng put on slippers and went over, and then saw clearly that what was placed in front of Yu Tingchuan was an open suitcase.

In the suitcase, there is a white wedding dress.

Song Qingcheng recognized that it was the wedding dress she had customized for the wedding.

At this moment, Song Qingcheng's mind flashed the sentence on the card, as if he suddenly understood something, but he wasn't sure if it was really what she thought.

"Wake up?" Yu Tingchuan raised his head.

The warm eyes he looked at, matched with the casual shirt and trousers, inexplicably moved Song Qingcheng's heart. She felt that her emotions had been affected by the wedding dress.

There was doubt in her mind, but she didn't know which one to ask first.

Yu Tingchuan said: "I left it at home for two years, and I don't know the size is appropriate."

Song Qingcheng’s nose was sore, but he didn’t look at him. He just squatted down beside him, put his hands on his knees, curled his fingers slightly, and said in a low voice, “If it’s not suitable, it’s good to hang it at home, anyway. It's money."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingchuan smiled softly.

Putting the wedding dress back into the box, he took her right hand and held it, and the warmth of the man's palm pressed it into her heart: "Since it's money, I should always find a chance to wear it once in my life."

"For me, it's nice not to have a wedding."

Song Qingcheng said truthfully.

It may be that she has experienced too much. Compared with the prosperous scenery on the surface, she cares more about the reality of firewood, rice, oil and salt. When it comes to marriage, not every woman will ask for wedding photos and weddings. She should have the status. Others, she Don't care about it anymore, because it's just a passing moment.

Even so, the mood will still be touched by certain situations.

Yu Tingchuan said warmly: "There is no wedding, and no guests are invited, only our family, and then invite the local pastor to preside, it doesn't need to be too complicated.

Song Qingcheng asked him, "Do you believe in Jesus?"

Yu Tingchuan understood what she meant, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Jesus advocates loving your neighbor as yourself and will not mind helping other couples to be witnesses."

St. /Clemens Church has no roof, no statues of Jesus, prayer tables, nor rows of neat prayer seats, just like a ruin, only a few gray walls covered with saxifrage, and the ground is covered with green lawns. It is the beauty of vicissitudes left to it by 800 years of history.

On the day of the ceremony, Song Qingcheng inevitably felt a little nervous.

She was afraid that Western makeup would not be suitable for her, so she didn’t ask for help. She just borrowed cosmetics to do it herself. She used liquid foundation and pressed powder to make light makeup. She didn’t use false eyelashes or eyeliner. She only applied some lipstick and traced the shape of the eyebrows. , And with the help of the hotel proprietress, combed a simple hairstyle.

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Mrs. Yu: It's getting married~ (@^_^@)~

Mr. Xiaoyu: Don't worry, keep the formation, I will change the groom's suit immediately!