Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 2 On New Year’s Eve, Mr. Yu, who puts po

Song Qingcheng suddenly asked, “If I say something is wrong, can I really change it?”

“…” Yu Tingchuan was speechless.

Then, Mr. Yu couldn’t help but chuckled and hugged her body tightly: “Then change it. It just happened to be at the police station. Ask the staff to bring back the child’s birth registration form.”

Song Qingcheng glanced at the staff with a smile on his lips, a little embarrassed, and pulled the cufflinks of Yu Tingchuan’s shirt to prevent him from raising his hand to recall another staff member: “I’m just talking casually, let’s achieve success. ”

“Are you sure you won’t change this time?”

Song Qingcheng nodded.

As a result, the famous name of Yun Bao children in the household register became Yu Xicheng.

Song Qingcheng arrived at the airport. Joice’s flight hadn’t arrived yet. She bought two cups of hot drinks at the milk tea shop and walked to the seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to wait.

After three o’clock in the afternoon, Song Qingcheng looked at the phone.

Feeling that time was almost up, she got up and walked to the exit tunnel.

Ten minutes later, there were passengers coming out one after another. When they saw Mu Yiyang, Song Qingcheng had a brief moment of dazzling, because she didn’t know beforehand, no one told her that Mu Yiyang would also come.

Mu Yiyang’s kidney transplant operation was very successful. There was no rejection after the operation. After resting at home for a few months, the blood on his face returned. Standing next to Joice, he was more than half his head tall. He was responsible for dragging the trolley box, Joice Carrying a schoolbag, he tends to walk behind his little uncle.

Joice saw Song Qingcheng and immediately rushed towards him happily.

Song Qingcheng touched Joice’s little head, and looked at the child with a pursed smile.

Joice was also very happy. He took the hot drink that Aunt had bought for him, plugged in a straw and took a sip, showing a satisfied expression, and said in a hoarse voice, “Good drink!”

When the voice fell, Mu Yiyang also walked up to them.

The boy wore a British-style overcoat, which was a bit less childish than Joice. However, no matter how he pretended to be an adult, he was only a child on Song Qingcheng’s shoulders.

Song Qingcheng didn’t ask him why he came to Nancheng, and handed Mu Yiyang the cup of hot drink he had planned to drink by himself.

Mu Yiyang pursed his mouth, a little awkward, but still took a drink.

Song Qingcheng took the trolley case from him: “Let’s go, go home first.”

When the two children got into the car, they had a small disagreement. Joice opened the passenger door and was about to climb into the seat. Mu Yiyang was a step faster than him and occupied the passenger compartment first, not forgetting to’educate’ Joice: “Children can’t sit in the front. , It’s dangerous.”

Joice was a little angry, and ran to the trunk to complain to Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng just put the trolley case and was pulled to the front of the co-pilot’s car by Joice. Joice was filled with righteous indignation. A short vocabulary popped out of her mouth: “Come here, disagree, shame, hate!”

Mu Yiyang said to Joice: “Children who like to complain should be careful to become Pinocchio.”

Joice: “…”

In the end, both children were driven to the back seat of the car.

Song Qingcheng got into the driver’s cab. Joice had already taken a certificate and lay down on the driver’s seat. The certificate read ‘Three Good Students’. After reading it, she gave Joice a thumbs up and praised: “As good as I was when I was a kid.”

Joice smiled like a sunflower, sat back satisfied with the certificate.

Mu Yiyang faintly said: “Don’t boast about yourself like that.”

Song Qingcheng didn’t answer this sentence, but just asked him, “Does your father know if you come to Nancheng?”

After a while, Mu Yiyang said, “What do you think?”

What a kid.

Still an uncute kid.

Song Qingcheng laughed secretly, but didn’t care about him, and returned to No. 8 Yunxi Road. She parked the Beetle in the garage and took the two children to the villa.

Joice was familiar with this place and ran over first.

By the lawn, only Song Qingcheng and Mu Yiyang remained.

Mu Yiyang muttered next to him: “Why don’t you come to Beijing these months?”

“Busy to study, but also to take care of the children.”

After that, Song Qingcheng turned to look at him and smiled slightly: “It looks like he is well recovered. Can I go to school in the next year?”

Mu Yiyang lowered his head, his shoes rubbed against the edge of the cobblestones. Under the setting sun, his figure was a little lonely. After a long time, he looked up at Song Qingcheng again: “Mom’s funeral was held last month, do you know?”

Song Qingcheng gave a hum.

“Then why didn’t you come to the funeral?”

“Because I don’t go, it’s the best for everyone, besides, your mother doesn’t necessarily want to see me.”

Mu Yiyang corrected: “My mother is also your mother.”

“That’s it.”

Song Qingcheng said as he walked in.

Mu Yiyang chased up: “It’s not’being’, it is. You are my elder sister, and I are both mother’s children. She is gone now. Except for Dad and Xiaoyu, I have only you.”

Speaking of later, the child’s eyes were moist, and his words revealed grievances.

Song Qingcheng stopped, turned and looked into his eyes, and then said, “No one can’t live without anyone. Besides, you are a boy and you will grow into a man in the future. You shouldn’t say this kind of’only who’ words, listen. Going up very frustrated.”

“But I’m telling the truth!”

Mu Yiyang declared: “And I haven’t grown up yet, I’m still a child.”

Song Qingcheng: “That’s also a child who has become an uncle.”

Mu Yiyang’s throat was choked.

Song Qingcheng walked up the steps and pointed at the villa door with his chin: “Go in, remember to change your shoes.”

The child passed her and entered the house angrily.

This breath became irrelevant the moment Mu Yiyang saw Yun Bao.

Song Qingcheng leaned against the door with her arms around her chest and watched Mu Yiyang and Joice lie on the bed to play with Rainbow. After observing for a while, she was sure it was okay. She went downstairs to help Aunt Gong prepare dinner together.

February 14th in the Gregorian calendar is Valentine’s Day in the West.

Boss Yu didn’t forget this day. In the evening, he left the company and passed the flower shop. He got off the car and chose a bunch of champagne roses for Mrs. Yu.

When Song Qingcheng received the rose, he didn’t show anything on his face, and his heart was sweet.

After dinner, she took the roses to the living room and put them in a vase.

Mu Yiyang saw that Yu Tingchuan was a little uncomfortable, especially after knowing that Song Qingcheng was his sister. After dinner, when Yu Tingchuan picked up his son and teased him, he finally overcame the awkwardness in his heart and asked Yu Tingchuan where there is a fountain pen. Yelled brother-in-law.

At night, Mu Yiyang slept in Joice’s small room.

Hearing Song Qingcheng mentioning Mu Yiyang, Yu Tingchuan put down the magazine in his hand and said, “Since it’s here, please treat me well. It’s not an unused room at home.”

On New Year’s Eve, Yu Tingchuan took his wife and children back to the old house for dinner.

Mu Yiyang and Joice went together.

Song Qingcheng didn’t see Yu Qidong in the old house, but learned from Yu Mingrong that Fu Min’s mother and daughter had not returned, and Yu Qidong had flown to Switzerland this morning.

Mu Xinan’s second wife is Song Qingcheng’s biological mother, and it is no secret in Yu’s family.

During the meal, the little friend Yun Bao was taken away by his grandfather.

Halfway through, there was a foul smell on the table.

Yu Chengye, who was sitting next to Yu Linjiang, covered his mouth and nose, frowning and looked at the child in Yu Linjiang’s arms: “What the child eats at noon, fart is so stink!”

Before he finished his words, Yu Linjiang kicked over: “Asshole thing, you fart and wrong your nephew!”

Yu Chengye: “…”

Then, the sound of grunting and beeping came from Chairman Yu’s arms.

Everyone on the table: “…”

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See you on the evening of August 18