Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 13 The long overdue is always the highlight

Yu Tingchuan’s sitting posture was casual, unable to conceal his dignity, his slender legs overlapped, a half of black socks were faintly exposed under the crisp trousers, and his leather shoes were shiny.

The gaze he cast was calm, but also very far-reaching.

Such profoundness made Song Qingcheng’s scalp numb for a while.

Yu Tingchuan should have been sitting there for a long time…

It happened that a waiter was passing by with a tray, her vision was blocked, she staggered her eyes calmly, and walked to the bathroom.

In the bathroom.

Song Qingcheng stood in front of the washstand, wiped the wet hair on her cheeks with a tissue, wiped it, and slowed down. She fixedly looked at the bright mirror on the wall, where she had delicate facial features and elegant **** makeup. Beauty is not a good thing, especially when your financial resources can’t match it.

Throwing the crumpled tissue into the trash can, she took a deep breath and lifted her wrist to remove the stubborn hairpin.

The seaweed-like hair was scattered, and it looked a bit natural and curly because of the overwrapping. Although the long hair covered the white neck and shoulders, it also covered the wine stains on the skirt on his chest.

Compared with the only graceful and elegant temperament, Song Qingcheng like this has the gentle and familiar style of a woman.

Coming out of the bathroom, Song Qingcheng subconsciously looked at the aisle rest area. There was no one there, only the ashtray with a few cigarette butts.

The birthday party in the banquet hall has already begun.

The Lu family was placed aside at the 20th table.

As soon as Song Qingcheng came in, he saw Ge Wenjuan with a bright smile, and the man with a fat-headed man next to Ge Wenjuan. Ge Wenjuan seemed to have a reaction. She looked over here, her lips smiled unabatedly, and even Mr. Liu. Turning his head, he saw Song Qingcheng in a red dress, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Just talking about you, you came back.” Ge Wenjuan looked like a good aunt.

Mr. Liu has already stood up and opened the chair next to him: “Since the last time I met, I haven’t seen Miss Song for a long time. Miss Song must accompany me to talk more tonight.”

When Qingcheng was seated, Mr. Liu inadvertently put his arm on the back of her chair.

Song Qingcheng pretended not to see his movements, did not speak or show good intentions. Ge Wenjuan saw her so uninterested, so she could only open her own voice: “Qingcheng, before you came, didn’t you say you want to ask Mr. Liu for something, why are you now? Are you shy again?”

“Oh? What does Miss Song want to ask me?” Mr. Liu immediately took the stubbornness.

Song Qingcheng smiled slightly, “I want to ask a lot, I don’t know where to start.”

Ge Wenjuan stared at her warningly, Song Qingcheng seemed to have missed her, and took a glass of saliva.

“Mr. Liu, come, I’ll toast you a glass.” Lu Xishan raised his glass and cleverly decorated the faint cold spot on the table: “I wish our next cooperation is close and further.”

President Liu chuckled, raised his head and drank the glass of wine, but his eyes never left Song Qingcheng.

His gaze fell from Qingcheng’s face to her chest, and then all the way down, from the flat lower abdomen to her buttocks.

Mr. Liu has been in the business market for more than 20 years. I have never seen any kind of beauty. It seems that the embryo of the beauty that is delivered to the door by the Lu family is rare. Now the facial features are still a little green. When they grow up in the future, I am afraid they are really like hers. The name, he had to spend most of Nancheng, thinking about this, he became more and more satisfied with Ge Wenjuan’s “filial piety”.

“What’s wrong with Miss Song?” he asked.

Song Qingcheng smiled: “It’s okay to accidentally get hurt.”

President Liu adjusted his sitting posture and approached Qingcheng quite a bit. The hand resting on the back of the chair was about to move, and he could see through the doorway inside with just a glance.

Ge Wenjuan didn’t seem to notice Mr. Liu’s behavior, and turned his head to the side to speak in a low voice to Lu Xishan to divert her husband’s attention.

President Liu stared at Song Qingcheng’s white nape with an ambiguous suggestion: “I went to Dubai last month and brought back some jewelry. After dinner, Miss Song will come to sit with me?”

Before Song Qingcheng could speak, a few people came in at the entrance of the banquet hall, even if they didn’t make a big move, but because of their status, the guests at the banquet were attracted to look over there.

“This long overdue is always the highlight.” Mr. Liu sighed with emotion.

Song Qingcheng raised his eyes upon hearing the sound, his eyes locked on the figure of the tall man in it, and he did not move his eyes for a while.

“Yu Tingchuan, the boss of Hengyuan, I thought he had come early. I saw him at the elevator door just now. I wanted to shake hands with him in the past, but in the end I had to line up.” Mr. Liu snorted self-deprecatingly.

Other guests on the table laughed and talked: “In addition to business dealings between Gu Jialao Qi and Yu Tingchuan, the private relationship is so good that they can wear the same pair of trousers. Moreover, the Gu family and Yu Jialao generation are both military backgrounds and have a fateful relationship. For the elders on their birthdays, another family will definitely be there.”

Someone asked: “The one next to him is Gu’s old seventh, right?”

Over there, Yu Tingchuan and Gu Zhengshen were already talking to the main table.

After the excitement, the birthday party resumed as usual.

“Come on.” Mr. Liu poured wine into the cup and held it to Song Qingcheng, squintingly said: “As the saying goes, the beauties are vying to persuade Li Huazhan. Today, Miss Song is by my side. Let me do this. The lay people also enjoy this grace.” While speaking, his other hand was already wrapped around Song Qingcheng’s waist.

“…” Song Qingcheng’s face was calm, and the fingers holding the water cup turned white because of his force.

Lu Xishan opened his mouth to say something, but Ge Wenjuan grabbed his hand under the table in time, grinning on his face to cater to President Liu: “What did President Liu say? You respect Qingcheng this glass of wine. That is to lift up her little girl. Film.”

“Really?” Mr. Liu raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

At the same time, over there at the main table.

Gu Zhengshen exchanged a few words with others, then turned to find that Yu Tingchuan was looking in a certain direction, and then looked over: “What are you looking at?”

“Just take a look.” Yu Tingchuan withdrew his gaze and pressed half of the cigarette into the ashtray.

When he raised his eyes again, he happened to see the girl being grabbed by the man next to her slender waist and taking advantage of her. She was the only one wearing red for the entire dinner. The moment he entered the banquet hall, he had already noticed Song Qingcheng in the corner.