Who’s The Boss?

Aunt Xu also recognized the two people in the elevator. One was the husband’s boss and the other was a friend of the boss. She had met in the restaurant before and met again now and greeted enthusiastically: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Gu, you too Finished?"

Gu Zhengshen turned his head, sighing this fate, and asked, "Go to the underground parking lot?"

"Yes." Aunt Xu smiled.

Having said that, there was no intention to come in.

Although it is now advocating that everyone is equal day after day, in the face of real power and money, almost everyone's subconscious will divide this society into three, five, nine levels.

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Gu Zhengshen pressed the button to open the door again and said, "Since we are all going down, come in, so we don't have to wait for the next time."

Aunt Xu didn't push her back, and greeted the two younger generations to enter the elevator.

The confined space fell into silence.

When I came in just now, Aunt Xu intentionally or unconsciously asked Song Qingcheng to stand next to her nephew, hoping that they could cultivate their relationship again.

However, the parties did not cooperate.

Song Qingcheng raised his head to look at the floor number, without any intention to speak.

When the elevator door slowly closed, Gu Zhengshen took the lead to break the silence: "Somehow recently, the shoulders and neck are sore, you must be no better than me. If you don’t have other arrangements, go to the massage shop together to dredge. Meridians."

Yu Tingchuan's voice came from behind obliquely: "There is something to be done later, you can go by yourself."

Steady and magnetic, but also very low.

"What is so urgent?" Gu Zhengshen asked.

This time, Yu Tingchuan did not answer.

Aunt Xu also asked Song Qingcheng at this time: "I heard your grandmother say that you rented a house outside for the convenience of part-time work during summer vacation?"

Song Qingcheng smiled happily, and he considered the remarks. He glanced at the smooth surface of the elevator subconsciously, only to catch a glimpse of Yu Tingchuan standing not far behind him, without even looking at his side.

His face was calm, just like the plain tone when speaking, and there was a faint accumulation of power.

Recalling that he had just said hello to Aunt Xu, but he nodded slightly.

Song Qingcheng wondered absent-mindedly, is it because he has been in business all the year round, this person is serious, no matter whether it is aura or style, he is very capable of bluffing people, if it hadn't been for them, I am afraid that he would be fooled. .

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The elevator stops in the parking lot on the second floor of the hotel.

Looking at Aunt Xu and others who left first, Gu Zhengshen put his hands in his trouser pockets, and sighed with emotion: "There is really this Lu family girl everywhere, and she has a relationship with the old Zhao family." As he said, he turned his head to face. Yu Tingchuan said: "This girl has a lot of thoughts, Zhao and his family are all real people, and they definitely can't help her."

But Yu Tingchuan slowly said, "No matter how much he thinks, he is just a little girl."

"..." Gu Zhengshen gave him a wicked look and wanted to say something. The phone buzzed in his trouser pocket. He took it out and shook the phone at Yu Tingchuan, looking helplessly: "Hey! No need to massage. Now, the old man comes to the imperial decree, don’t think about peace tonight."

After saying goodbye, he picked up the phone and walked away.

Yu Tingchuan stood there for a few seconds again, in a crisp black suit and white shirt, standing long, as if thinking about something, and staying at random. After a while, he took out the car key from his trouser pocket. , Go to the parking area D.

When I got into the car, I didn't start the engine immediately.

Putting down the driver's seat slightly, the window half-down, Yu Tingchuan took the lighter and lit a cigarette.