Who’s The Boss?

Yu Tingchuan looked at her and said nothing.

Those eyes gave Song Qingcheng an illusion, as if what he had made was an extremely absurd request.

Without waiting for his answer, Song Qingcheng half covered his eyelids, feeling somewhat embarrassing at the time, and wanted to withdraw from the man's arms.

In the next second, Yu Tingchuan took her little hand that was moving.

Song Qingcheng's struggling strength increased, and he still didn't shake him a point, but he heard him ask, "Do you want to marry me that way?"

The mature man’s voice is deep and nice, but what he said seems to have the same meaning as the sentence she just asked, but the subject and the guest are reversed. If she said that sentence, it can still put both parties in At least equal status, then under Yu Tingchuan's inquiry, she fell into an extremely passive situation.

Song Qingcheng's heartbeat is getting faster, but he refuses to fall under the wind: "No."

"..."

Realizing that her confidence is insufficient, she calmed down her emotions and emphasized in a low voice: "I don't want to at all."

Yu Tingchuan watched her eyelashes tremble, and the roots of her ears were a little red. Song Qingcheng at this time looked like a little girl who had no knowledge of the world.

Withdrawing his hand from her waist, Yu Tingchuan said: "Go up for an inspection first."

The topic of marriage was taken over in one stroke.

Lying on the examination table, Song Qingcheng's thoughts were still very confused. She felt that she had missed an opportunity, but at the same time she doubted that even if she had promised it at that time, Yu Tingchuan would not really intend to marry her. How could it be possible to make up her mind? Change your mind in a few words?

She turned her head and looked at the curtain blocking the examination table.

Yu Tingchuan was sitting on the other side of the curtain, and under the curtain, he could see the bright leather shoes of the man.

Slowly retracting his gaze, Song Qingcheng looked dazed and asked her to give birth to a child, but he avoided the question of marriage. What else did he not understand? Ge Wenjuan is very foresight, once said that she is the life of a vixen, but now she really wants to be someone else's second wife.

Song Qingcheng looked at the doctor: "Is the flow of people available at any time?"

"Better within twelve weeks."

As he said, the doctor wearing a mask looked at the blinds. Even if the girl's voice was very low, the consultation room was only so loud. As long as the man sitting outside didn't hear it, he would have heard it.

As for Song Qingcheng, after getting the answer he wanted, he didn't say anything.

By the time the inspection reports came out, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

The baby is healthy, but the pregnant woman has some anemia.

Walking out of the outpatient building and getting in the car, Song Qingcheng looked out for a while, and then took the initiative to say, "Just send me to Yuande Station."

Yu Tingchuan started the engine and drove the Land Rover out of the hospital.

Seeing that the car was driving in the opposite direction, she retracted her gaze from the window: "Actually, I don't mind getting off the car here."

"Go to eat first." Yu Tingchuan made a final decision.

"I'm not hungry."

Yu Tingchuan didn't stop.

"..."

Soon after the car drove on the road, it stopped at the entrance of an alley.

Compared with the Dongliju last time, this is an authentic local restaurant.

Song Qingcheng followed Yu Tingchuan into the courtyard, and immediately a waiter greeted him and called Mr. Yu familiarly. He glanced at Song Qingcheng who was following him, and said intimately: "Mr. Yu came by coincidence and just vacated a box. "

Before Yu Tingchuan could speak, Song Qingcheng first said quietly: "Don't do shameful things, why hide in the box."

The waiter listened, looking embarrassed.

Song Qingcheng seemed unaware of the harshness of his words, so he naturally took Yu Tingchuan's arm, and said affectionately: "Don't you think, Uncle Yu?"

Her uncle shouted without respect.

Yu Tingchuan didn't care about her, and only explained to the waiter: "Choose a table for two outside."

"I think it's pretty good here." Song Qingcheng said, letting go of Yu Tingchuan and walked over, sitting under the sun umbrella on the patio, where there was a round glass table and two wicker chairs. The environment was actually not very good. The toilet is not far away, so people often walk around.

"I like it here." Song Qingcheng refused to move.

The waiter looked at Yu Tingchuan embarrassedly.

Unexpectedly, Yu Tingchuan didn't say anything. He walked straight over and sat down on another rattan chair.

Song Qingcheng was already flipping through the menu.

Seeing the price of the vegetables, she began to comment unscrupulously: "A plate of greens costs eighty-nine, why don't you rob, and this egg custard, two hundred and thirty-eight." She said, raising her head and smiling at the waiter: "You guys. The chicken must have laid golden eggs."

"..." The waiter went to see Yu Tingchuan, looking for help.

As a result, Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette with his back leaning on a wicker chair, and he didn't mean to stop it.

After turning over the entire recipe, Song Qingcheng asked the waiter again: "What is the most expensive thing in your place?"

The waiter instinctively felt that the little girl had a bad temper and did not dare to neglect, so she immediately reported the signature dishes, and pointed out one by one in the recipe. Song Qingcheng was very interested. When the waiter finished speaking, she turned to the most expensive page. , I ordered all the dishes above, and the waiter couldn't tell that the little girl was looking for something deliberately.

Of course, it was definitely not her business.

The waiter turned his head and asked: "Mr. Yu, look at—"

Yu Tingchuan did not cross off the dishes Song Qingcheng ordered. He picked up another recipe and added a few more. They were all light dishes. When the waiter took the recipe, Song Qingcheng added: "One more bottle of Erguotou."

The waiter went to see Yu Tingchuan again.

"I order something, what do you always look at him for?"

Song Qingcheng threw the recipe in his hand on the table, drew back from the chair and got up: "It's boring."

After speaking, leave to go to the bathroom.

After a while, a man of the same age as Yu Tingchuan came over with a pot of tea, and sat in Song Qingcheng's seat. The waiter called the boss and quickly delivered two purple tea cups.

The boss said while making tea: "How long have you not been here, and when you come, you will come home with a firecracker."

Yu Tingchuan asked: "How's your business going?"

"Just so-so." The boss passed a cup of tea, and at the same time looked up at Yu Tingchuan and said: "That's what the newspaper says, isn't she? You can match your age and figure."

Yu Tingchuan did not deny it.

The boss laughed: "It's strange not to spoil people so much."

...

Song Qingcheng came back from the bathroom and saw Yu Tingchuan sitting under the umbrella drinking tea. It was quite pleasant. He couldn't help but think badly. If he could meet his business acquaintances here, it would be fine. Then, maybe he could go back tomorrow. Headlines.

When she took her seat, the dishes were gradually served.

Looking at the chicken, duck and fish meat, Song Qingcheng couldn't lift his appetite even if the method was unique, and even felt greasy and nauseous. It was not until the waiter brought a plate of tomato scrambled eggs that she barely ate half a bowl of rice, and saw that Yu Tingchuan did not move her chopsticks. It seems that I was deliberately eating this meal with her.

After eating and leaving the courtyard, the sun has already set.

After getting in the car, Song Qingcheng suddenly lowered his head, took out the men's watch from his bag, and put it on the dashboard: "I wanted to return it to you before, but I never remembered it."

Yu Tingchuan glanced at the watch deeply, then looked at her: "Always carry it with me?"

"..."

Song Qingcheng didn't catch up, pretending to be bored looking at the street scene outside.

Wordless all the way.

Land Rover drove on the wide avenue, and Song Qingcheng looked at the scenery backwards on both sides. When the man’s well-knotted hands lightly touched her white thighs, she held the bag’s fingers constantly tightening, feeling the burning skin on her legs. It's great, and my thoughts are a little absent.

The development of some relationships is different from what she expected, and is not in her plan.

When a mistress who can lay eggs, she never considered...

Song Qingcheng originally wanted to push his hand away, but Yu Tingchuan's sweaty little hand was firmly held by Yu Tingchuan. The man's generous and dry palm had some thin calluses, which made her heartbeat more and more disordered.

Soon, Song Qingcheng discovered that this was not the way back to Shen Che's residence.

"I want to go home." She whispered.

Yu Tingchuan said: "Since you are preparing to get married, during this period, try not to spend the night with friends of the opposite sex."

"..."

Song Qingcheng listened in a trance, and didn't heal him for a moment.

At this time, the car was also parked at the gate of a high-end community, and the security guards let it go after the card was swiped.

Yu Tingchuan drove the car to the underground parking garage.

After going upstairs and standing in front of an apartment, Song Qingcheng's thoughts gradually returned. He stepped into the 150-square-meter apartment and looked around. The layout and furnishings were all elegant and exquisite, and some people lived there. For traces, she looked at the sofa in the living room, scattered with several magazines, including financial and automobile ones.

Including the coffee table, there are still a few cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Handing over the spare key to her, Yu Tingchuan received a call and left.

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Song Qingcheng's whole body looked like clouds and mists. She sat in the brightly lit living room in a daze. Everything came too suddenly. Although it was the result she was expecting, she still felt weird.

When Shen Che called, Song Qingcheng had just sorted the magazines and put the cigarette butts into the garbage bag.

"Why haven't you come back?" Shen Che asked with concern.

Song Qingcheng didn't conceal: "I'm the star of the city."

City Star, a boutique community in Nancheng, where the rich like to live.

Shen Che asked: "Are you with Yu Tingchuan?"

"He just left because of something."

"...The kid in your stomach, what is he going to do with it?"

Song Qingcheng slowly said: "He let me give birth and said that he will marry me, isn't it surprising? I feel like a dream now."

However, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Song Qingcheng smiled: "You won't be stupid for me, are you?"

"I'm glad you are tall." Shen Che almost vomited: "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, especially Yu Tingchuan, a scheming businessman, who is definitely not willing to lose money. When you say that he promises to marry you and have children, don't think Is this weird?"

"Just like me, what can he calculate, in fact, he is more at a loss."

Shen Che asked after a while, "Are you planning to move in to live with him now?"

"No, he rarely comes to this house. It is close to Hengyuan. Sometimes he comes to sleep for one night after work is too late." Song Qingcheng said, paused: "And tonight, I plan to go back to Lu's house."