Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 34 He might be a good uncle

Because of that one million cheque, Song Qingcheng seemed unwilling to attend class all day.

In the self-study class, when I was writing my homework, I looked through the history textbook, and I happened to turn to the gap between the envelopes.

Song Qingcheng stared at the unsigned yellow envelope, and recalled what Yu Tingchuan said in the car last night.

He said that she couldn’t play some games.

game……

This is Yu Tingchuan’s definition of some of her behaviors.

From the day Ge Wenjuan intervened in her life, or even earlier, her life has deviated from the original track. When she stood at the fork in the road, she chose a shortcut that she thought could get twice the result with half the effort-to get closer to a classmate from a wealthy family. Seduce the uncle who is in charge of the company at home.

Yu Tingchuan always understood her hints, but did not choose to respond.

She remembered that Shen Che had said in the epidemic control center that a character like Yu Tingchuan, needless to say, how could she easily calculate it.

He gave herself one million. She didn’t think it meant to support her. It was more like she was using the money to persuade her to “turn back and stay away.”

At night, Song Qingcheng was lying on the single bed in the dormitory.

Staring at the fan on the ceiling, she recalled all the things she had experienced since meeting Yu Tingchuan. The most impressive thing was his care for Yu Jing, the niece, and on the birthday party of Gu’s family, he held his head back when he had a nosebleed. He left the suit to himself again, his words and deeds, prudent and considerate, completely in line with the identity of an elder.

He might really be a good uncle…

Song Qingcheng thought absent-mindedly, and the scene of himself holding Yu Tingchuan’s waist yesterday came to mind again.

It’s just that there are some things, and I never looked back when I opened the bow.

…

At noon the next day, Song Qingcheng met Yu Jing, who had just returned to school, at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag on her back, Yu Jing stuck her tongue out, pulling Song Qingcheng back to the air-conditioned cafeteria, randomly found an empty place to sit, bowed her head and started to pull things from her bag: “I planned to carry it back to the classroom. Yours, since it happened to happen now, my mother asked me to bring you these, saying thank you for helping me with my homework.”

With that, she put a rolling bag on the dining table.

The bag contained citrus fruit, custard apple, and two huge ivory mangoes.

These tropical fruits, Song Qingcheng used to be common in Lu’s family, and knew that the prices were not cheap.

“In my grandfather’s ward, there are too many fruit baskets to pile up.” Yu Jing raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her cheeks.

Song Qingcheng stretched out his hand and handed her a tissue: “How is your grandpa’s health?”

“It’s okay. Yesterday, almost the whole family was guarded in front of the hospital bed. I went home in the evening. It was my second uncle and fourth uncle who stayed in the hospital to accompany the night.” Yu Jing’s eyes turned, and her body narrowed. He whispered: “I even suspect that my grandfather might just want to use his illness to force my second uncle to marry.”

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng’s sight returned to Yu Jing’s body.

Yu Jing confided in the situation last night: “Remember that Gu Jiazhi? When I went to the hospital yesterday, she was already there. She was more like a granddaughter-in-law than my mother, a real grand-daughter-in-law. Even the attending doctor regarded her as me. My second uncle’s wife, my grandfather woke up later and called my second uncle and Gu Jiazhi into the ward alone.”

“What did they say?” Song Qingcheng asked.

Yu Jing shook her head: “I don’t know. At that time, I was standing outside and I could only see the inside through the glass. But my five aunts said next to Jiazhi that Jiazhi is 29 this year, and Gu’s family definitely doesn’t want to spend it like this.”

As she said, she raised her head and asked Song Qingcheng: “You said, doesn’t this mean to let Gu Jiazhi marry my second uncle?”

Song Qingcheng twitched the corners of his lips lightly, not commenting on this question.

Back to the classroom.

Song Qingcheng leaned back on a chair and looked at the bag of fruits on the table. After a while, she turned her head and looked at the suddenly gloomy sky outside the window, with muffled thunder rolling, as if it could rain heavily in the next second.

In the afternoon, after five or six classes were over, Song Qingcheng went to the office to ask for a leave of absence from the class teacher under the pretext of injecting vaccines.

The head teacher also knew that she was bitten by a dog, and happily approved a slip for going out.

Holding the fake slip, Song Qingcheng returned to the dormitory first.

Changing her school uniform, she wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, bent over and put on sneakers, then took out the suit from the closet, neatly folded it into a paper bag, and did not forget to take it from under the pillow before leaving. Take that cash check.

The subway arrives at Yuanfeng Station where Hengyuan Group is located.

Song Qingcheng came out of the subway entrance, and within a few minutes, he saw a magnificent building standing across the road. The square in front of the building was covered with greenery, and there were various flags flying in the wind with the fountain.

Entering the building, she looked at the row of turnstiles that needed to be authenticated, and suddenly understood why the security guard didn’t stop herself at the door.

Song Qingcheng went straight to the front desk. Two young female employees sat at the front desk. They learned that she was looking for Xu Dong, assistant to the president. They looked at each other and saw their hesitation. Song Qingcheng took out Xu Dong’s business card from his bag and moved forward gently. One tweet: “This is given to me by Assistant Xu.”

While talking, the two front desk ladies suddenly stood up and looked behind Song Qingcheng respectfully.

Song Qingcheng turned his head, and happened to see a man coming out of the elevator, wearing a suit and shirt, tall and tall, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, holding a folder in his hand, regardless of his facial features. It is still aura, giving people an extremely majestic feeling.

－－－－－－Off-topic －－－－－－

Lao Jiu: Why do you look for Xu Dong?

Qingcheng sister paper: You are stupid, I said to look for their boss, it would be strange if I didn’t blow me out!

The old wine is sudden.