Who’s The Boss?

The car stopped and heard the sound of gear shifting, Song Qingcheng retracted her gaze from the window, her eyes flashed in a puzzle, but then she wanted to understand, curled her lips wittily, and then lowered her head to release the seat belt.

As soon as the seat belt buckle was released, her eyes suddenly went dark, with a shadow covering the top of her head.

"Not solved?" Yu Tingchuan's voice seemed to be very close.

Song Qingcheng has not answered yet. A man's hand has already taken the buckle in her hand, and his heart beats fast. I don't know whether it is because of the close distance between the two, or because Yu Tingchuan held her intentionally or unintentionally when he went to get the buckle Fingers.

The seat belt was placed beside her.

Song Qingcheng retracted his hands and squeezed the square bag on his leg, although there was still a slight smile on his face: "Then, I got out of the car."

After a short pause, she whispered goodbye and reached out to open the door.

Pulled down the wrench, it did not open.

"Car door--" Song Qingcheng turned to ask.

The windows on all sides slowly rose, and the interior of the car became narrower in an instant, and the air-conditioning vented from the car's air conditioner.

Yu Tingchuan said, "Send you downstairs."

Then, the car was restarted.

Song Qingcheng sat in the position, not without doubts, wondering why he suddenly changed his mind, and wondering if he stopped midway, whether he really wanted her to get off the car or something else... However, no matter how much he didn't understand, There is no choice to ask for an exit.

Along the way, they were very tacitly silent about what happened that night.

Five or six minutes later, the car stopped downstairs in the apartment.

Before Song Qingcheng was about to get out of the car, Yu Tingchuan said, "Is on a blind date tonight?"

Song Qingcheng gave a hum, and then smiled: "The family hopes that I will find someone as soon as possible. In the eyes of their older generations, 22 is no longer young."

Yu Tingchuan listened, but didn't speak any more.

A few seconds later, Song Qingcheng said again: "My roommate has returned these days, and there is no tea at home for guests, so I don't ask you to go up and sit. Go back and drive safely.

After speaking, she got out of the car.

Entering the apartment building, just stepping on the steps, there was the sound of the car engine starting outside, feeling that the car had left, Song Qingcheng leaned against the wall and slowly exhaled a breath before climbing up the steps.

This night, Yu Tingchuan returned to the No. 8 Garden on Yunxi Road, leaning on the fence of the terrace and smoking for a long time.

Some things often make people feel distressed.

Especially when desire goes hand in hand with reason...

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Back to work in the imperial court, Song Qingcheng asked Ling sister to help transfer the day shift.

After Shen Che learned about it, he immediately ran to ask her what she wanted to do.

The current Song Qingcheng, in his eyes, was a restless time bomb.

"Because I found a part-time job again at night." Song Qingcheng kept clearing up the dishes and chopsticks in her hands. As she said, she smiled and looked at Shen Che: "I want to eat a bamboo tube after work. Rice."

When eating supper--

Shen Che suddenly said, "Yu Tingchuan, I went to Heilongjiang on a business trip."

"..." Song Qingcheng gave the chopsticks in his hand.

Shen Che squinted at her: "I thought you, the person next to the pillow, must have better news than outsiders."

"It's just a shot," Song Qingcheng responded casually, then looked up: "Will you report your whereabouts to the person who asked for the gun?"

Shen Che snorted, and after a while, he asked, "You really haven't contacted you?"

Song Qingcheng said, "No."

Shen Che originally planned to ridicule her a few words, but after thinking about it, he gave up and changed the subject: "Is your body okay?"

"Well, it's not a serious illness."

"In fact, it doesn't matter if you have no contact, so as to save him from hurting you all the time."

"Evil is not disgusting."

Shen Che caught the scroll thrown by Song Qingcheng empty-handed, and almost yelled, "Am I wrong? Let's see how it hurts you that time. If things go on like this, you won't die."

Song Qingcheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and concentrated on eating his bamboo rice.

...

The two left the food stall, it was already about early morning.

Song Qingcheng had to go to the day shift tomorrow, and did not go back to the resettlement area, and went to Shen Che for the night.