Who’s The Boss?

For several nights, Song Qingcheng ran into Yu Tingchuan on the seventh floor of the imperial court.

At that time, she was leaning against the box door and chatting with Shen Qian. Shen Qian was two years older than her and was a native of Nancheng. Seeing the situation on the elevator side, she whispered to Song Qingcheng: "I just came to work in the imperial court. At that time, the first time I saw Yu Tingchuan himself, I was really fascinated by it."

Song Qingcheng turned his head slightly, his eyes were on the elevator door, and Shen Qian's gossip words came in his ear: "I passed by the newsstand yesterday and saw that the cover of a fashion magazine was Gu Jiazhi. Gu Jiazhi knows it, the real celebrity of Nancheng, before I have heard other colleagues say that Gu Jiazhi and Yu Tingchuan seem to be a pair, and some people have seen them double in the clubhouse several times. However, I have also read some news on the Internet. Yu Tingchuan has a relationship with several female stars... "

At this time, Sister Ling came over: "Don't gossip, go and get ready, the guests will come right away."

Shen Qian was caught, spit out the tip of her tongue, and immediately turned to go to the small kitchen.

At the door of the box, there was only Song Qingcheng alone.

In the corridor on the seventh floor of the imperial court, luxurious Persian carpets are spread all over every corner, and the soft light shines on the carved walls, reflecting the entire floor in a splendid and elegant atmosphere.

Song Qingcheng looked right away. Yu Tingchuan was standing at the door of a box and talking to someone. His suit was tall and straight, with one hand in his trouser pocket. When Yu Tingchuan felt his eyes, Song Qingcheng turned around and waited for her. Looking at it again, everyone over there has already entered the box.

At night, Song Qingcheng's box was extremely busy.

It wasn't until a quarter past 11 that she finished her work and got off work.

When I came out of the club, the sky outside was already dark, and there were no traffic on the road.

Song Qingcheng checked the phone time. The last bus was at 11:30, but she had to walk a long night before she lived. He wanted to take a taxi. He waited at the stop sign but didn’t rent it. When the car passed by, even on the taxi-hailing software, there was no driver to take the order because it was too late.

The car whistle suddenly sounded, and Song Qingcheng followed the prestige and found a black car parked not far away.

The driver opened the door and walked over: "Miss Song, Mr. Yu asked me to take you back."

President Yu...

The only thing Song Qingcheng could think of was Yu Tingchuan.

"No need." After Song Qingcheng refused, he walked to the stop sign and turned to look at the direction of the bus.

The driver also came over: "Ms. Song, it's so late now. It's not safe for you as a girl to go home, and the road is being built in front. The bus may have been diverted."

Song Qingcheng listened and looked at the stop sign carefully, and he saw a notice posted on it.

When a taxi drove over, Song Qingcheng stretched out his hand to stop it. Without stopping, the driver said next to him: "Miss Song, I also work for someone. If you refuse to let me send it, I can't explain it to Mr. Yu. "

Song Qingcheng looked at the older driver, and he really couldn't stop the car, he hesitated for a few seconds and didn't refuse.

Follow the driver to the car.

The driver opened the door of the back seat, Song Qingcheng smelled a faint drunkenness, looked inside, Yu Tingchuan was leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Song Qingcheng didn't realize that Yu Tingchuan was there, raising his feet and retracted subconsciously, wanting to regret not taking the car, but considering his current situation, he was unwilling to stay in the street in the middle of the night, so he could only whisper to the driver. : "I'll sit in the front."

Sitting in the co-driver's cab, Song Qingcheng felt the dullness in the car, and the sound of closing the door seemed particularly heavy.