Who’s The Boss?

"This **** hasn't been hot yet, so I'm going to drive me away."

Gu Zhengshen saw that Yu Tingchuan was looking down at his phone, and he thought about it for a moment, and said: "Before going out this morning, I heard that the old man was urging Jiazhi to find someone. It was still a commonplace talk. Unlike men, women are over 30 years old. Then the market value plummets."

As he said, he glanced at Yu Tingchuan again, and continued: "What Jiazhi thinks, you know better than me, you have been single for these years, and she would not marry, just like that, from 22 to 29 years old. We have been in friendship for so many years, and there are some things that I shouldn’t care about, but the family really puts a lot of pressure on me. In other words, I am also a sister of a compatriot."

Yu Tingchuan didn't answer the call, and happened to see an email on his mobile phone about product recommendations for men and women.

Gu Zhengshen put down his overlapping legs and said in a serious tone: "Is it OK or not? Give me a sentence, so I can explain it to my family."

"A woman who always dangles in front of you when something is all right, and she blatantly says she admires you again and again. When you get her in bed, she doesn't say anything. She cleans up and sends you away. No bags, no money. , And did not say that long-term relations should be developed. This situation is normal or abnormal."

Gu Zheng was stunned, and his heart made it clear that I was asking you, but you asked me instead, but he quickly recalled, thinking of Yu Tingchuan's absence at night last night, and immediately understood what was going on.

Yu Tingchuan has always been unwilling to be a woman, and encountering Waterloo like this is unprecedented.

"It can't be measured by right or abnormal." Gu Zhengshen said: "Women have very different attitudes towards a man, and it is still after the two have a substantial relationship. Generally speaking, it is that the man's time in bed has not allowed. She is satisfied..."

Just as Yu Tingchuan held a cigarette to his mouth, Gu Zhengshen was holding the cigarette case with his fingers: "How come you are also a high-quality talent graduated from a prestigious university, so be careful when you speak."

"Hey, you asked me first." Gu Zhengshen didn't expect him to cross the river and tear down the bridge: "It's common for men to discuss these things in private, and it's common to leave them everywhere, or is it...is it really painful for me to say it?"

Yu Tingchuan ignored him and lit a cigarette with a lighter.

Gu Zhengshen said again: "Whatever happened to Jiazhi, you should take a stand."

After a while, Yu Tingchuan slowly said, "She is a good girl."

"Since you know she is good, you don't have to hurry up."

Yu Tingchuan said the second half of the sentence: "It's just inappropriate."

Gu Zhengshen looked at Yu Tingchuan's calm expression, but he didn't seem to be joking, and then he asked: "Why is it inappropriate? Is his appearance not in your eyes, or his character does not appeal to you?"

Holding his cell phone, Yu Tingchuan looked through the call log, and happened to see the unmarked call made last night.

He asked for the number from Yu Jing.

Apart from that phone call, there is no other communication intersection.

"Leave aside the identity of the elder brother, I will be fair. I can wait for you for so many years sincerely, and the family background can still be known. Apart from one Gu Jiazhi, I am afraid that I will never be able to find a second one."

Yu Tingchuan threw the phone on the glass round table. Hearing Gu Zhengshen's words, what came to his mind was the scene in the morning at the apartment building in the resettlement community. The girl was standing on the side of the road, looking quiet, and the morning wind was blowing. To mess with her long hair, she casually pulled her hair behind her ears, and let her nowhere to put her arms around her arms.

Gu Zhengshen could see that Yu Tingchuan was distracted slightly, and would not pretend to be passionate about thinking that Yu Tingchuan was thinking about Gu Jiazhi. Instead, it might be the woman who had a relationship with him last night. He couldn't help saying: "What kind of woman, take your soul The hook is gone."

Yu Tingchuan stretched out his hand and lit a cigarette in the ashtray: "There is a game in the imperial court at night, you remember to call Shang Jiang Chi."

Talking about official business, Gu Zhengshen slightly corrected the expression on his face.

Tonight is a political situation.

These days, a leader from the province came to inspect Nancheng. According to the insider, this leader is estimated to be transferred to Nancheng next year to fill the vacancy. Given the position of the Yu family and the Gu family in the military and political circles, they should invite each other. Eating is not difficult.

"Do you want Jiang Chi to show his leg to this provincial leader? I have indeed heard that he had suffered a leg injury when he was in the army."

Yu Tingchuan did not deny his speculation.

"That's OK." Gu Zhengshen nodded slightly: "I will contact Jiang Chi in the afternoon."

…

After Gu Zhengshen left, Yu Tingchuan did not immediately return to the house.

He leaned back on the rattan bench, smoking a cigarette every moment.

Different from the scorching sun next to him, a large area of ​​shady circled under the umbrella, Yu Tingchuan looked at the rippling pool surface in front of him, putting aside the tedious business affairs, his heart was serene, but he was soon occupied by another figure. Not only thought of the absurdity of last night, but also Song Qingcheng's pure smile when he said to send him downstairs.

The most annoying thing for men in the relationship between men and women is probably that after the incident, a woman grabs you to ask if you love me, or turns the corner to let you admit her status.

If these problems are women seeking a sense of security, then for men, they are an accelerator to kill interest.

He carefully recalled Song Qingcheng's performance from last night to this morning, but he still couldn't find any signs of her attempting to make a request.

Then I remembered the past many years ago...

On the wedding night, the bride wearing a red cheongsam sat by the bed and saw him push the door open. Her face did not have the slightest shyness and joy, but some endless disappointment. Tears gradually filled her eyes, and she whispered in despair: " He really doesn't care about me at all, even if I really marry someone else."

After returning from her honeymoon, she insisted on living in the old house of Yu’s family, but she washed her face with tears every day. When facing him, she said the most: "Tingchuan, why are you not him? If you are him, then it is good."

At that time, young and energetic, unwilling, but also proud of oneself, day after day, gradually learned to be indifferent.

Until later, she said, Tingchuan I was pregnant.

Did not hide the happiness between the eyebrows and eyes.

That day, he had just returned from get off work in Hengyuan, with his hands still on his tie, tired, but she waited eagerly at the door of the house. Before he took off his shoes, she had already handed over a divorce agreement.

Yu Tingchuan slowly exhaled the last puff of smoke, and he didn't understand how he suddenly remembered these things.

Perhaps, it's really easy to remember the Spring and Autumn Period by staying alone for a long time.

That night, Yu Tingchuan went to the imperial court to participate in the dinner. Before entering the box, he subconsciously cast a glance at the box not far away. However, except for the closed wooden door, she was no longer like the previous few days, with a figure of Qianli leaning against it. Talk and laugh with colleagues at the door.

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The trick is still very effective.

Xiaofanwai—

One day, finish the exercise.

Mrs. Yu lay down on Mr. Yu and whispered in a low voice: "When I said I was pregnant and wanted to get married, you agreed with just one bit. Didn't you have a bad heart for me?"

Mr. Yu grabbed her messy little hand, and asked, "Isn't it you who has a bad heart?"

Mrs. Yu defended: "Where is it?"

Mr. Yu nodded: "Well, no, I remembered it wrong."

Mrs. Yu became angry from embarrassment.