Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 32: Getting acquainted with Junchu is like returning home

"Can you take a look at the cigarette case?" Song Qingcheng stretched out his hand in front of him.

Yu Tingchuan looked at the palm with clear lines, delicate and playful. He took out the pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and Song Qingcheng took it. The bright yellow package box with the building of the Yellow Crane Tower on it, and the brown bottom. Looking at the words of 1916, she looked back and forth, and said to herself: "I have seen a kind of cigarette before, and the cigarette case says, "Meeting Junchu is like returning home." Many people are obsessed with these two poems. This kind of smoke."

With that, she curled her lips, then raised her head and asked Yu Tingchuan: "Do you know?"

Song Qingcheng's eyes were very beautiful, with relatively few whites. Under the dim light, Yingying's pupils seemed to reflect a fine light, and because she was white, she laughed, and her whole body revealed a quiet style.

After a while, Yu Tingchuan slowly said, "I'll have the final exam in one week, right?"

The answer is not what you asked.

Seeing him change the subject, Song Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions. He gave a cooperating hum, and then returned the cigarette case to him.

In the silent night, her emotions began to fade.

The area of ​​the epidemic control center is seldom crowded. On this hot summer night, only the sound of insects from time to time in the grass, or occasional vehicles passing by, the sound of tires rubbing the ground, and the whistle that cuts through the darkness are not far away. Came from the ground.

Time passed by minute by minute--

In the air, a faint smell of smoke spread.

Song Qingcheng's light drifted toward Yu Tingchuan's left hand, which was hanging beside him, and the cigarette was sandwiched between his two fingers.

She also found out that Yu Tingchuan's addiction to cigarettes was a little big, and it could even be said that he smokes.

Then his gaze stopped on his finger.

Yu Tingchuan's hands are very beautiful, with distinct joints, which reminds her of the big hands that she held on her waist in the afternoon, with restraint but strength.

...

On the way out of the epidemic control center, her stomach suddenly screamed.

It's not just dinner, because she was ‘robbed’ by President Liu in the hospital, and she didn’t even eat at noon.

Yu Tingchuan didn't drive the car directly to the school, but went around to a hotel.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and immediately a doorman came up, and then Song Qingcheng heard Yu Tingchuan's mellow and magnetic voice: "Get off the car, take you to dinner first."

Song Qingcheng followed Yu Tingchuan into the hotel to the third floor.

At the time of the meal, the boxes were also overcrowded. Yu Tingchuan was not fussy and chose a table in the Chinese restaurant outside.

The waiter in the restaurant came over with an apple tablet for the guests to order.

Yu Tingchuan asked first: "What do you want to eat?"

After hearing this, the waiter put the tablet in front of Song Qingcheng with a sense of vision.

Song Qingcheng was not polite with him. He lowered his head to look, sliding his finger on the screen, and when she finished ordering, the waiter gave the tablet to Yu Tingchuan. Yu Tingchuan did not look at the menu, but directly reported a few dishes.

After ordering, the waiter took the tablet and left.

Song Qingcheng had already seen that Yu Tingchuan was a frequent visitor to this hotel. Otherwise, the doorman wouldn't call him Mr. Yu respectfully just now, even the last name was known.

She couldn't help but think, what does he often come here for?

Is it simply to participate in the dinner party to entertain customers, or to open a room with other women after having a good meal?

Many big bosses have a habit of sleeping with female stars and female models.

She remembered what she had seen in the gossip magazine before about his scandal with Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi is a popular actress in recent years, film and television song Sanxi, and was once a contract model of a certain domestic women’s magazine. Song Qingcheng remembered Zhou Qi’s face, often seen in TV dramas or movies, with big wavy curly hair. Those peach blossom eyes are especially attractive in front of the camera, with charming flame red lips, and a figure with plump buttocks. In her cognition, men seem to like this kind of **** stunner.

Song Qingcheng began to reflect, should he change his strategy when dealing with Yu Tingchuan?

Eat a meal absent-mindedly.

Although Yu Tingchuan ordered most of the dishes, he didn’t eat much, because he was sitting in a smoking area, and he lit a cigarette between his fingers. It was not so much an anti-smoking addiction, but it was more like to pass it away. time.

"Yu Jing made a lot of improvement in her monthly exam results last month." Yu Tingchuan suddenly broke her silence

The curl of smoke covered Yu Tingchuan’s face with a layer of gauze, making it difficult to see his expression: "Yu Jing never loves to learn. You are willing to be friends with her and help her with your homework. I am an uncle. Yes, thank you for her parents."

"It was Yu Jing who was willing to learn, and I didn't do anything." Song Qingcheng smiled faintly, but her heart was not as relaxed as her face.

Yu Tingchuan repeatedly mentioned Yu Jing to her, it was obvious what the intention was.

It's a reminder, it's a beating on her.

However, from the moment Ge Wenjuan forced her to marry President Liu, she had no retreat.

...

Leaving from the hotel, it was already around 9:30 at night.

Yu Tingchuan drove Song Qingcheng back to school, speechless all the way, to be more precise, after Yu Tingchuan mentioned Yu Jing, Song Qingcheng didn't say a word.

Yuanwei is not far from the hotel.

Ten minutes later, the black Jaguar stopped at the gate of Yuanwei School.

"Get off," Yu Tingchuan said.

Song Qingcheng was holding the seat belt, but he didn't move.

Yu Tingchuan added: "If I remember correctly, Yuanwei's access control is ten o'clock."

This is driving her out of the car in disguise.

Song Qingcheng fixedly looked at the darkness ahead, and said after a while, "I didn't volunteer to go to the stadium today."

------Off-topic ------

Song Qingcheng: Do men like this **** stunner?

Old wine (smiling jpg): No, Mr. Yu doesn't like stunners, he likes you like you.

The little science expert is here-

"Meeting Junchu is like returning home from old friends" is a two-line poem printed on a cigarette called Camellia, which expresses women's yearning for men.

The next chapter is the strength of the alluring girl!

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