Who’s The Boss?

"Pattern."

The sound of the lighter came from behind.

Afterwards, Song Qingcheng smelled the freshly burned tobacco.

Yu Tingchuan leaned there, with a cigarette between his fingers, slowly licking her thin lips in cumbersome thoughts, and then looked at Song Qingcheng who was sleeping inside. She was lying on her side facing the wall, her long hair falling on pillows, and most of her neck back. Exposed outside the thin quilt, sleeping quietly and obediently, it seems that he has changed back to the shy smiling kid who stayed beside Yu Jing.

Biting the cigarette to his mouth, Yu Tingchuan leaned over and reached out to pull up the air-conditioning quilt for her.

Song Qingcheng took the opportunity to turn around, pretending to be awakened by his actions, rubbing his wistful eyes and sitting up: "What time is it?"

The quilt slipped and couldn't block the scenery in front of you.

Her skeleton is small, with a slender back and shaved shoulders, but it is not flat where it should be. After sleeping, some big wavy black hair hangs between her neck, reflecting her more white and charming.

"Four to forty."

After Yu Tingchuan finished speaking, he wanted to put out the cigarette butt, but unfortunately he could not find the ashtray.

Song Qingcheng saw his intention: "Wait a minute."

When the words fell, she pulled the quilt to the collarbone, then sat up on her knees, and leaned forward to open the drawer of the next cabinet.

The long hair was scattered, and the ends of the hair swept across the man's solid body.

Song Qingcheng rummaged in the drawer a few times, took out a small peninsula iron box, lifted the lid with one hand, and the sound of the iron touching it seemed particularly crisp in the room.

"First make do with this—"

Song Qingcheng turned his head, only to find that Yu Tingchuan was looking at him quietly.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

In the next second, Yu Tingchuan grabbed her wrist with his left hand, was full of her embrace, and pressed her underneath while pressing the cigarette **** into the tin box.

The air conditioner is intertwined between the two bodies.

On the lips, there is a mature taste of a man.

Song Qingcheng leaned on the pillow, and when Yu Tingchuan came in from behind, she struggled subconsciously, the man on her body remained silent and his movements became stronger.

On the cabinet, there is a torn open carton of family planning supplies.

I remembered the broken cover just now.

This time, Yu Tingchuan did not wear it.

Song Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, his breath became more and more urgent, and it felt like he was in a fan.

Without that thin layer of obstruction, the most secret skin on a blind date, the taste is even more debilitating, and the sweat of each other is blended, there is a kind of out of control that makes people willing and desperate.

In the last few seconds, Yu Tingchuan took protective measures.

Song Qingcheng's consciousness drifted briefly. When she recovered, Yu Tingchuan was already lying next to her, with an arm covering her eyes, her breathing had not yet calmed down, and her Adam's apple was slightly loosened up and down.

After the incident, Song Qingcheng no longer fell asleep.

She endured the aches and pains of her body, found her nightdress from the ground, and then went to the bathroom.

Stepped barefoot on the bathroom floor tiles.

In the steam, Song Qingcheng brushed away the wet hair on his face with both hands, allowing the cold water to wash away the remaining traces on his body.

When she returned to the room, Yu Tingchuan was already neatly dressed and was answering the phone. His back was upright and serious. He couldn't see that he had just experienced an affair at the moment before, and he didn't know who was calling. He only heard him say, "The file is placed. In the second drawer of the desk, you took it and sent it directly to the company."

Song Qingcheng walked to the table, plugged in the hair dryer and started blowing his hair.

A few minutes later, Yu Tingchuan finished the call.

Song Qingcheng turned off the hair dryer and asked, "Should I go?"

As he said, he picked up the denim shirt from the back of the chair again: "I will take you down."

Unlike many young girls, after having a relationship with a man, she didn’t act like a baby and didn’t make any promises. On the contrary, she behaved witty and didn’t mention anything just now, as if she really knew it well. The rules of the game for men and women.

When they went downstairs, the two of them were speechless.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky outside was already bright.

Song Qingcheng stood by the car and said thoughtfully, "Drive carefully on the road."

In the car, Yu Tingchuan took a deep look at her.

Suddenly, Song Qingcheng slowly retreated to the side, hugging his arms with both hands.

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Watching the car go away, Song Qingcheng stood there again for a long time.

She turned around and walked back until there were voices around her, but she did not take a few steps, and first stooped and retched on the side of the road.

Back to the apartment, already sweating profusely.

The pain there is also more obvious.

Song Qingcheng closed the anti-theft door with his backhand, and returned to his room after leaning on the door for a while.

The curtains were empty, the light was dim, and the bed was messy.

The pink sheets showed no traces except for a few sticky spots.

She couldn't help thinking of her childhood injuries, which damaged the membrane in her body. However, the two experiences in the early morning still failed to avoid the pain of first menstruation.

Song Qingcheng wanted to change the sheets, but she was top-heavy and realized that she might be ill. She dialed a heavy call with her mobile phone. Before she could speak there, she said dizzyly, "Archer, I'm not feeling well, can you? Can't come to see me."

…

The black Mercedes just drove out of the complex and slowly pulled over to a stop.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t rush to leave. Actually, he didn’t know why he stopped here suddenly. On the road, there were many passers-by riding electric bikes. There was a breakfast stall at the gate of the community. He lowered the car window. After a long time, he bowed his head and nodded. The cigarette was smoked until a cigarette burned out, and the whole man was calm.

Seeing the wallet in the passenger seat, Yu Tingchuan thought for a while, then restarted the car.

Just about to turn the steering wheel, I first noticed an oncoming eDonkey.