Who’s The Boss?

Shen Che knew Song Qingcheng's situation under the fence of the Lu family, "Why do you want to go back suddenly?"

"You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge." Song Qingcheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 23rd floor, overlooking the small and dense scenery, her brain was empty for a moment, and she touched her flat abdomen with her hand: "Suddenly there is an illusion that a poor person turns rich. "

"It's more than just being rich, but also a villain." Shen Che hummed lightly.

Song Qingcheng's lips curled up: "I'm really afraid that when I wake up, I will find that they are all fake."

Shen Che asked again: "How did Yu Tingchuan tell you?"

"what?"

"It's about getting married, what did he say?"

Song Qingcheng thought about it seriously, but found that there was really nothing to remember, including when Yu Tingchuan left the apartment, he only confessed that she could live here temporarily. As for the question of marriage, except for the casual mention in the car, it seemed to be forgotten. Afterwards, it is like throwing a stone into the lake, it can cause some ripples, but the lake will soon return to calm.

Shen Che was even more worried: "Will he just want to hold you down first, for fear that reporters will find you to make a fuss and spread reports that are not conducive to the company, so find a house to hide you—"

"I'm still a good friend, I didn't take you so cold water." Song Qingcheng interrupted him abruptly: "I haven't stood firm on the branch yet, do you expect me to fall back?"

"I'm worried about you being cheated!" Shen Che said.

The smile on Song Qingcheng's lips faded: "If you cheat, you can cheat, and I don't fool him."

"Forget it." Shen Che didn't know what else to say, but said quietly, "Be careful yourself. Call me if you have something to do."

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Song Qingcheng didn't stay in the living room anymore after the mobile phone took up the line.

She went into the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water for herself, and took advantage of the gap in the boiling water, and walked around the apartment again.

The whole apartment is actually very empty. Except for some necessary furniture, there is no other decorations. The study area is the largest and the most complicated place to decorate. It has enough space to move, but the environment feels very close and quiet. She remembered a sentence: "The study is a place where men gain wisdom and think about life."

In my mind, a picture emerged——

Yu Tingchuan stood in front of the study window, smoking a cigarette and talking about a business worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

When visiting the master bedroom, she noticed the bedside table.

Open the drawer, remove a few sheets of A4 paper, there is no condom she thought.

Song Qingcheng squatted by the bedside table, and suddenly remembered that when Yu Tingchuan put her hand on her lap, this action seemed casual, but with some other thoughts, she did not dare to think about it, just got up and left the bedroom, and went. Drink water in the kitchen.

At five o'clock in the evening, Song Qingcheng went to the hospital.

Grandma is hospitalized all year round, and she doesn't know much about the news outside.

The photos in the newspapers were very vague, and there were so many people with the same name and surname. When Song Qingcheng appeared in the hospital, no one looked at her strangely.

But the old man mentioned Aunt Xu's nephew again: "Have you not been in contact with anyone recently?"

"Well, the phone broke before."

Grandma saw her perfunctory and sighed: "Aunt Xu has come to ask me many times. The guy likes you very much. I heard that the monthly salary has risen again recently. The family plans to buy him a house in Nancheng."

Song Qingcheng didn't answer this, thinking about his own business, half-truth and half-truth said: "You want me to fall in love so much, if I am married now, you must be smiling from ear to ear."

The elderly also know something about flash marriages that are popular nowadays: "Flash marriages, you also find someone to flash with you."

Seeing grandma's heartbroken, Song Qingcheng took the old man's hand to massage, hesitated, and said tentatively, "Isn't it Uncle Pop right now? I'm like my age. I can find a man in his early thirties. There must already be a house and a car."

Grandma grumbled: "You got married just to covet the other party's house and car?"

"Of course it also requires a successful career."

Hearing what she said, the smile on the old man's face was even thicker.

Song Qingcheng felt it was almost done, paying attention to her grandma's expression, while saying, "Grandma, actually I..."

"Yo, granddaughter is here again?"

Song Qingcheng heard the sound and turned his head and saw the nurse who came in.

The nurse walked straight to the bed and was not polite, dragging a chair and sitting down: "The old man is telling your granddaughter about the object?"

"This child, how willing to listen to me." Grandma sighed quietly.

"I'm going to wash the grapes."

Song Qingcheng smiled, picked up the scouring basket and went into the bathroom.

The nurse had just returned from chatting with others in the fire escape, and now I saw Song Qingcheng, who was so beautiful, and couldn’t help chatting with the old man about the gossip news he had heard: "Now raising a girl really needs to watch, all the newspapers in Nancheng today. I'm talking about one thing. A young girl in high school hooked up with the boss of a big company. Even her belly was enlarged, she was committing evil."

Through the concealed door, Song Qingcheng paused when he heard what the nurse said to turn on the faucet.

"Do you care about the child's parents?" Grandma asked.

"In recent years, there are more people who want to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix. It is probably not a serious person." The caregiver sighed: "The man is divorced and the children are very big. I heard that there are fiancees who are preparing to remarry."

Grandma said: "That really shouldn't be. People are a good couple and shouldn't get involved."

"Who said no?" The nurse said again: "What do you do at any age, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, you should put your mind on reading."

In the bathroom, Song Qingcheng squeezed the wrench of the faucet tightly, and the original anxiety faded away, only to feel chills all over his body.

...

When Song Qingcheng washed the grapes and came out, the nurse was already watching TV with melon seeds.

Grandma asked: "What did you want to say just now?"

"No," Song Qingcheng smiled, "I just want to tell you that the grapes I bought today are imported and they taste very good."

The nurse interjected: "My granddaughter is really filial."

Grandma laughed.

At this time, Song Qingcheng's cell phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Song Qingcheng came out of the ward and walked to a quiet corner before answering the phone.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Yu Tingchuan's voice came.

Song Qingcheng hummed softly.

At this time, she believed that they were getting married.

Some changes in the relationship are still not suitable for her. Before the cold scene, Song Qingcheng casually asked: "Are you finished with work?"

"Just after the meeting, ready to get off work."

In the aisle, the nurse pushed the medicine cart passing by.

Yu Tingchuan heard something on the other end: "Not in the city star?"

"Stay with my grandmother in the hospital."

"Which hospital?"

Song Qingcheng felt that there was no need to lie, and said truthfully: "The First People's Hospital of the city."

Yu Tingchuan said: "I will pick you up and have dinner together in the evening."

"No." She refused.

After the words were spoken, Song Qingcheng realized that he had returned too quickly and appeared too deliberate, and said in a round way: "I have already bought rice here and eat with my grandmother."

Yu Tingchuan didn't say anything.

"Then... nothing else, hung up?"

"Let's go eat."

Yu Tingchuan finished speaking, but didn't hang up the phone.

Song Qingcheng didn’t press it off first, and the phone was attached to the base of her ears. Listening to the silence over there, she held the phone’s fingers, clenched slightly, and added a ghostly sentence: "I’ll accompany my grandmother to eat some food at half past seven. , I am waiting for you downstairs in the inpatient department."

...

Back in the ward, grandma asked her who called.

Song Qingcheng only suggested that he was a classmate.

At seven ten in the evening, Song Qingcheng said goodbye to her grandmother and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as she came out of the inpatient department, she saw a black Land Rover parked by the flowerbed in front.

Compared with the license plate, it is the one of Yu Tingchuan.

Song Qingcheng began to think that the small alarm clock in the ward was slow, and he took out his cell phone to check the time, and it was indeed before 7:30.

When I approached, I found Yu Tingchuan sitting in the car.

As the driving window lowered, he was leaning on the seat to smoke, looking patience.

This scene made Song Qingcheng feel so unreal, so that when she walked to the car, she didn't know what to say for a while, and felt that she was getting more and more wrong now. She racked her brains before asking: "Is it right?" waited for so long?"

"Not long, get in the car." Yu Tingchuan cast a focused gaze.

When Song Qingcheng got on the bus, Land Rover drove away from the hospital.

As the car was driving on the road, Yu Tingchuan broke the silence first: "Grandma is not in good health?"

Song Qingcheng smiled at him, pretending to be relaxed, and answered, "I am getting older, many elderly people are like this, plus my grandmother has asthma, and some heart problems have occurred in the past few years."

Yu Tingchuan gave a hum, and then continued to concentrate on driving.

The place to eat is in the hotel.

This time, Song Qingcheng didn't ‘roy around’ like at noon. When Yu Tingchuan ordered, she sat on the side obediently.

The waiter quickly left with the menu.

There was nothing to say in the box.

Song Qingcheng picked up the cup and drank a sip of boiling water to relieve the cramp at the moment.

This embarrassment seemed to have been lingering from the moment she spoke to prevent Yu Tingchuan from coming to the hospital.

"Return to Xiangsong Garden tonight?" Yu Tingchuan asked suddenly.

In the car just now, Song Qingcheng mentioned that he was going back to the Lu family.

Song Qingcheng held the cup and explained, "Well, the changed clothes are there."

Yu Tingchuan nodded.

Before long, the waiter brought the dishes into the box, and when the dishes were all ready, Song Qingcheng found that the taste was relatively light, and there was a pile of appetizing sauced carrots. Even if she was facing that plate of sea bass, she did not feel sick, and waited for the meal. When the meal was almost finished, the waiter brought another small stack of egg pudding.

After dinner, Yu Tingchuan drove her back to Xiangsong Garden.

Land Rover stalled at the door of Lu's house, Song Qingcheng unfastened his seat belt, hesitated for a few seconds, leaned forward, and kissed Yu Tingchuan on the cheek: "Go back and drive safely."

Then he pushed the car door and hurriedly got off.

Seeing her rushing into the iron gate of the Lu family, Yu Tingchuan smiled unconsciously, and after a while, he turned around and left.

...

On the weekend, the Lu's villa was pitch black, and everyone went to the Ge's for dinner.

Song Qingcheng returned to her room and took out the trolley case. She looked at the trolley case for a long time, and finally chose to open the closet, took out the clothes from it, and began to sort out everything to wear and put it into the box.

When Lu Xishan and the others came back, Song Qingcheng packed his luggage and pushed the trolley suitcase to the door.