Who’s The Boss?

Song Qingcheng followed Aunt Xu's nephew to F area to pick up the car.

When getting on the bus, Aunt Xu took the initiative to sit in the back row and gave the co-pilot seat to Song Qingcheng.

The car quickly pulled out of the basement.

Song Qingcheng looked at the night view backwards outside the window, and within a few seconds, she suddenly turned her head and said, "There is no tea at home. I want to buy some from Carrefour opposite, so just put me on the side of the road."

Aunt Xu's nephew listened and pulled the car slowly to the side.

Aunt Xu said: "Then let Liyang accompany you, and I can go back by bus."

"It's not very heavy, I can take it myself." Song Qingcheng tactfully refused, opened the door and said to Aunt Xu in the back seat: "I can take a taxi back later, Auntie, you can go first." , She looked at Aunt Xu's nephew in the driver's seat and smiled slightly: "Be careful when driving on the road."

That's the end of the story, and Aunt Xu is not happy to say more.

Song Qingcheng stood on the side of the road, watching the silver Toyota sedan go away. The streets in the middle of the night were still shining, but the bustling was no longer. For a while, she bowed her head and lifted the wind-sworn hair, then turned around, no Walk back hurriedly.

At the door of the hotel, there are cars coming and going, and the doorman greets you.

Song Qingcheng didn't walk through the magnificent revolving door, but walked towards the entrance of the basement not far away.

In the empty underground garage, occasionally the whistle sounded far away, or there was a turning car passing by.

From area A to area C, then from area C to area D......

Song Qingcheng's pace was not fast, and finally, in a corner of D area, he found Yu Tingchuan's car. The black Jaguar, like a sleeping beast, parked in the parking space in a majestic but low-key manner.

Some distance away, it was vaguely seen that there was someone in the cab.

Slowly approaching, through the half-lowered car window, in the not-so-bright light, Song Qingcheng found the man leaning on the seat and closing his eyebrows with a faint tiredness, like he really fell asleep. The suit was thrown in the front passenger's seat casually. There was a portfolio under the suit, and a few pieces of paper fell out.

Her gaze then fell to Yu Tingchuan's white shirt and unbuttoned two buttons. Whether it was the neckline or the shoulders, the curvature was shown everywhere, but it was meticulous.

Can't help but think of the first time I saw him in the old house of the Yu family.

He came slowly from upstairs, mature and steady, with a deep and dignified aura that made himself standing behind Yu Jing feel a little timid.

I don't know how long it has been, she raised her hand and tapped on the window of the car.

When Yu Tingchuan heard the movement, he woke up very quickly. When he opened his eyes, the marks on his inner double eyelids became deeper, which made his eyebrows deeper. While lowering the window completely, he also looked sideways to the outside of the car.

Song Qingcheng Qianqian curled up the corners of his lips: "Did you wait a long time?"

The phone on the dashboard vibrated before the voice fell off.

Yu Tingchuan answered the phone: "Still down...en...D area...send it over."

After speaking, he threw the phone back where it was.

In less than a minute, the elevator door opened and a man hurried over.

The other party handed the documents to Yu Tingchuan, said goodbye respectfully, and turned back upstairs.

Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette and looked down at the document. His fingers quickly flipped through a few pages. Song Qingcheng looked aside for a few seconds, then covered his forehead with his hand, with a self-deprecating smile on his mouth: "I think--"

Some words were not spoken after all.

"Maybe I drank too much wine at night."

She smiled faintly, trying to conceal her sentimentality at that moment, but the excuse she found seemed so crappy.

At this time, Yu Tingchuan's cell phone rang again, breaking the awkward atmosphere for a while.

It was still official, and his answering speed was gentle and calm.

Song Qingcheng stopped staying any longer, holding the square bag slung on his shoulders, and walked towards the elevator door.

Because he was walking in a hurry, he did not find a car approaching.

The sharp whistle sounded suddenly--

Song Qingcheng only saw that she had reached her reflector, but she had no time to react. The next second, her slender arm was pulled by a strong force, and the whole person was pulled back. When the car drove past her body, she was because That force turned his body passively, and hit the solid chest of the person behind him frontally.

Even his waist was gently held by the man's other powerful hand.