Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 29 This kind of occasion is not for you

Because he didn’t watch out, Song Qingcheng slammed into the man firmly.

When her figure stabilized, she could smell the man’s aftershave in the thumping heartbeat.

Realizing who it was, she didn’t rush to leave the other person’s arms.

The wind blew from the lawn in the distance with a faint smell of mud, but Song Qingcheng had no intention of feeling the cool breeze. He loosened his clenched hands, and the fabric of the POLO shirt wrinkled in his palm.

Her hand moved forward, pretending to inadvertently, gently hugged Yu Tingchuan’s waist.

The young man standing on the steps was visibly taken aback. It was just a moment of brain fever when he was pushing someone. Now when he woke up, he was also afraid of fear, and saw Song Qingcheng being hugged by a strange man, especially when he came into contact with the man’s cool gaze. Dare to make another time, turn around and leave dingy.

After a short silence–

“Can I stand firm?” Yu Tingchuan’s mellow voice came over his head.

Song Qingcheng’s eyelashes flickered: “Heels hurt a bit.”

Then, her hand on the man’s waist was pulled away.

He also did this action casually.

Yu Tingchuan lowered his head and glanced at her feet, leaving a sentence of ‘waiting’, and re-entered the steps into the club.

Looking back from his straight back, Song Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at his feet. The leather shoes are brand new and very worn. In addition, she did not wear socks. She experienced the experience just now, even if she didn’t get her feet. , The heel was also torn, and a faint bloodshot came out.

For the past few minutes, as if noticed, she suddenly turned her head and looked over the steps.

Yu Tingchuan’s fingers pinched cigarettes are coming out from inside.

Carrying a pair of canvas shoes in the other hand.

Song Qingcheng was just like that, watching him get closer and closer in his sight.

“Try it, it doesn’t fit your feet.” Yu Tingchuan squatted down on one knee, beside her feet.

Almost at the same time–

Song Qingcheng was also sitting on the steps, with one long leg bent, and when she leaned over to take off her shoes, the neckline of the chiffon shirt swayed downward.

Yu Tingchuan did not start, and then stood up.

His face was calm, he just turned around and continued smoking calmly.

Canvas shoes fit well.

Song Qingcheng fastened his shoelaces and stood up, stepped on both feet in place, and then smiled at the man’s back: “The shoes are very comfortable, so I don’t have to be a lame all afternoon.”

When Yu Tingchuan listened, he turned his head and smiled at her, turning his dark gaze to her left hand.

The wound bitten by the border collie is crusted.

His hand holding the cigarette hung beside him, his fingers gently knocked down the cigarette, and he said: “Yu Jing is alone at home?”

The white soot was flying in the air…

Mixed with his low voice, there is an indescribable stability.

Song Qingcheng always felt that he didn’t simply want to ask her about his niece’s movements, it was more like a conversation with her, but she still curled her lips, looked at his deep eyebrows, and replied, “Yu Jing went to her. Grandfather’s house.” After speaking, he spoke, and asked him as if he had just met by chance: “What about Mr. Yu, are you playing here?”

Yu Tingchuan raised his eyes to look at her, deep folds appeared on his eyelids, and his secretive gaze seemed to be discerning if she really didn’t know he was here. However, the girl’s eyes were too clear for him to catch the slightest flaw.

After a while, he nodded and asked, “Who came here with?”

“…” Song Qingcheng’s smile faded.

She didn’t answer the conversation, just gently lowered her eyelashes.

Yu Tingchuan’s beautiful eyes looked at her again. After a while, he stepped on his cigarette **** by the side of his shoe and said, “You are not supposed to be here on this occasion.”

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingcheng’s soft voice came from behind: “But this kind of occasion can temporarily solve the dilemma I am facing, and in many cases, there are many things, and it has never been a question of whether it should or not.”

After that, she no longer went to see Yu Tingchuan, and walked straight to the golf course with her single shoes.

Her skinny figure is extremely thin in the sun.

But her back was very straight, even though her heels were still painful, she did not let her steps appear weak and lame.

As soon as Yu Tingchuan returned to the rest area, Gu Zhengshen immediately said to him: “Liu Deshun has been here just now, and Hou Yongwen has been with him. It seems that he is focusing on several projects to be launched in the second half of the year.”

Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette again, sandwiched between his slender fingers, but did not smoke, and looked towards the rest area B.

Paying attention to his gaze, Gu Zhengshen thought he was looking at Liu Deshun, remembering what he had just learned, and the rare interest in gossip, poured out like beans: “The adopted daughter of the Lu family, it is necessary to avoid accidents. Married to Liu Deshun, this Lu family is also willing to pay for it. I just asked that Liu Deshun has fifty-seven this year.”

As if thinking of something, he chuckled: “It’s also worthy, one fortune and one for figure.”

While speaking, Gu Zhengshen glanced at the other side of the rest area with his light, and happened to see Song Qingcheng with one hand in front of his forehead to cover the sun, looking squeamish, but most men were just like this.

Yu Tingchuan lightly turned the cigarette in his hand, knocked it on the edge of the ashtray, and then invited the waiter, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, threw it into the empty tray, and pointed at Liu Deshun’s table: “Send it to that table.”

The waiter recognized Yu Tingchuan, the CEO of Hengyuan, and immediately picked up the tray to deliver cigarettes.

“Are you really looking at his company’s elevator?” Gu Zheng was surprised.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t answer, but drooped his eyelids, as if thinking about something.