Who’s The Boss?

The white boy riding on the electric car, wearing a helmet, passed by the car anxiously.

Yu Tingchuan sat inside, tilted his head to look at the mirror, unhappily, watching the electric cars drift away, but the situation in the student dormitory that day flashed in his mind, and the boy and Song Qingcheng were playing in the convenience store. Picture.

Originally turning the steering wheel to the left, his gesture changed slightly. The car did not turn around, but drove out of the lane.

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Shen Che locked the car and ran upstairs in three and two steps.

Knocked on the door, and it took about five minutes before Song Qingcheng came out to open the anti-theft door.

Song Qingcheng was still wearing a nightdress and a denim shirt, but his expression was extremely bad. Shen Che saw her withered, hurriedly stepped into the room, and asked in a worried voice: "What's the matter? It was not okay yesterday, was it? Have a fever?"

As he said, he reached out his hand to touch Song Qingcheng's forehead, but his hand was wet and cold.

At the same time, he noticed the hickey on Song Qingcheng's neck and collarbone, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Song Qingcheng said, "Wait for me first, I'll change my clothes."

Maybe because he was too weak, even his tone seemed vague.

Shen Che saw her walking a little shake, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the trash can in the corner, where there were large piles of tissues and used condoms, including the Okamoto box on the bedside table. She was not a fool. How could she not? Knowing what had happened in this room, his eyes flushed suddenly, and he pulled Song Qingcheng's arm and asked, "Which **** did it?"

Song Qingcheng saw him look furious, knowing that he had misunderstood, and smiled slightly: "No one is forcing me, I am voluntary."

voluntary……

Shen Che immediately reacted and said his guess: "Are you with Yu Tingchuan?"

Song Qingcheng did not deny it.

"You are crazy!" Shen Che couldn't help raising his voice.

"I just did what I always wanted to do."

"If you really want to, it won't be like this ghost now!"

Song Qingcheng smiled, and then whispered softly: "You should see that I don't have much energy to quarrel with you."

Shen Che didn't continue to say anything, even if he was still upset, waiting for Song Qingcheng to get dressed, he drove her to a nearby hospital with a small electric donkey.

Song Qingcheng had a gynecology department.

At the time of the equal sign, she was sitting in a group of patients waiting to be diagnosed. Compared with the concealment of others, her expression was too calm.

When it was her turn, the doctor did a checkup and finally diagnosed that she had some inflammation below.

When Song Qingcheng went to receive the medical card, the female doctor who was almost fifty years old said earnestly: "Go back and tell your boyfriend, no matter how young and vigorous, you must be restrained in certain things, so as not to hurt others and yourself."

...Young and vigorous.

Song Qingcheng thought of Yu Tingchuan’s age, as if he couldn’t be associated with these four words. However, thinking about it this way, she was a little bit pleased. When she met the doctor’s eyes, she nodded in no uncertain terms: "I’ll definitely tell you. his."

When Shen Che returned from buying breakfast, Song Qingcheng had already taken some drips in the infusion room.

"What did the doctor say?" Shen Che asked.

Song Qingcheng opened the takeaway bag without lifting his head: "It's not easy to tell you this kind of thing."

Shen Che looked at her: "Then what are your plans next?"

"What'what plan'?"

"Yu Tingchuan." Shen Che said three words.

Song Qingcheng took the pan-fried action, and then answered the words lightly: "One-night stand, 419 is only, I can't catch a momentary feeling that I can't help it, and ask him to take responsibility for the rest of my life." She said, she said. Holding a sashimi with a fork, handed it over: "Can you eat it?"

Seeing her heartless look, Shen Che hated that iron can't make steel, so she simply tilted her head to the other side.

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At the same time, Yunxi Road No. 8 Park.

Gu Zheng was very familiar with pushing open the fence door, and at a glance, he saw the black-and-white bordered shepherd running wildly with the ball on the lawn in front of the villa. The driver, Zhao, was standing on the side while washing the car with a hose. Zhao used to be Yu. The old orderly soldier happened to retreat to the second line in order to change jobs at home. Later, Yu went to the recuperation center and assigned him to drive his grandson.

To count this, Yu Tingchuan can indeed call Lao Zhao uncle.

Gu Zhengshen greeted Lao Zhao and looked into the villa: "Mr. Yu is sleeping upstairs?"

He had just been to Hengyuan and learned that Yu Tingchuan had taken a break today.

"Swimming in the back." Lao Zhao said, and paused: "I came back around eight o'clock this morning."

Gu Zheng nodded deeply, and went straight to the swimming pool behind the villa.

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Under the sunlight, the crystal-clear pool water has a dazzling luster that fluctuates in layers.

Gu Zhengshen saw the bath towel on the recliner, dragged the chair to sit under the parasol, picked up a can of beer in the ice bucket next to him, opened the tab of the can, and drank a few mouthfuls with his head up to quench his thirst. He just put the beer in. Back to the table, Yu Tingchuan had also come up from the swimming pool.

Yu Tingchuan only wore a pair of black swimming trunks, tall and long legs, naked and sturdy upper body, every muscle exudes a fascinating masculinity, and he did not have the distress of the body when he was in the first year. He took a bath towel and wiped it. He took off his wet hair and asked Gu Zhengshen, "When did you come here?"

"Just now." Gu Zhengshen replied.

While speaking, I noticed several red marks on Yu Tingchuan's lean waist.

Like being picked up by a woman's nails.

Gu Zhengshen folded his legs: "You didn't come back to sleep last night?"

Yu Tingchuan did not answer directly. He sat down on the recliner and saw that the paper bag on the table was brought by Gu Zhengshen. After the two of them had talked about business, Gu Zhengshen turned the topic back and pointed at the space with his hand. Yu Tingchuan's side waist: "Your injury is serious, where did you find a cat like this?"

Most of the chats between men, especially in private, are not taboo.

But Yu Tingchuan took his chin to the gate and made an effort to evict the guests: "Isn't he rushing to sign the contract, don't you leave?"