Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 5 She is Jingjing’s classmate

Shen Che’s heart tightened, and without asking who was the bite, he threw his legs and ran towards the box.

From afar, he found the aisle rest area empty.

really…

He picked up the passing colleague, and Shen Che asked, “Where is the person bitten by the dog?”

“Oh, go to the first floor infirmary to dress up the wound.”

…

As soon as the elevator door opened, Shen Che rushed out and was about to head straight to the infirmary. He heard a soft female voice: “Here!” He turned his head and saw someone sitting on the lobby sofa raising his hand and smiling at himself.

Shen Che ran over, just about to start cursing, Song Qingcheng handed over a clean tissue: “First wipe the sweat.”

Seeing her left hand wrapped around the gauze with blood oozing out, he grabbed the tissue and wiped it on his forehead, and asked viciously: “What’s the matter, why would the dog bit you?”

Song Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes: “Maybe you don’t like me.”

“Fart!” Shen Che didn’t believe this reason.

The dog was always very well-behaved when he was taken care of by him. He was given a toy, and it could lie there to amuse itself for a long time, but it became a hurtful dog when it got into her hands.

I want to ask again, over there, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

The foreman on the seventh floor of the clubhouse led a young man who looked like an assistant over. After asking about Song Qingcheng’s injury, he took out his business card from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it over, saying that he would contact him at any time if he had any questions. The car had been arranged to wait at the door. Can send her to the epidemic control center for rabies vaccination.

Shen Che tightened the corners of his mouth: “Your boss’s face is really big, if you are sincere, somehow come here by yourself.”

“Shen Che!” the foreman warned.

The young man just smiled: “Mr. Yu is still upstairs discussing business, I am his assistant, first come down to deal with this matter.”

Song Qingcheng moved his gaze away from the business card, raised his head to meet the youth’s eyes, and smiled faintly: “It’s about two or three hundred yuan for an injection. As for this cash check, please help me return it to your boss.”

After that, the ten thousand yuan cheque pressed under the business card was put on the coffee table by her.

The assistant raised his eyebrows.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and said to Shen Che: “I will wait for you at the opposite KFC, and accompany me to the epidemic control center after work.” After finishing speaking, without looking at anyone’s face, he took it from the sofa with his injured left hand. The small satchel drove away.

…

When I first entered the KFC store, my mobile phone kept ringing in my bag.

After answering the phone, before Song Qingcheng could speak, Shen Che burst into a bombardment: “You are stupid, the mental damage fee of 10,000 yuan will be refunded. People say that I will give you away. I don’t want to ride in a good luxury car. My broken eDonkey.”

“This is not to give you a chance to perform.” Song Qingcheng bought a glass of orange juice and chose to sit by the window.

Shen Che sneered lightly, and then told her seriously: “Don’t run around, wait for my text message when I get off work.”

“Yeah.” Hanging up, Song Qingcheng slowly leaned back in the chair.

Compared with other places, the location by the window is a bit more quiet, and the night view of the whole street outside can be seen completely.

After half an hour, Shen Che finally sent a text message.

As soon as the cards in the box broke up, he went to the locker room to change his clothes and came over.

Song Qingcheng put away the phone and sat for a while, feeling that it was almost time before throwing the cup on the table into the trash can and walking towards the door.

…

Late at night, the evening breeze is blowing.

Song Qingcheng stood at the fork in the road and waited for the red light. The warm wind was blowing on her face. Even with her long hair, there were still a few strands of hair flying around her cheeks. She raised her hand behind her ears and lowered her head. , Revealing the skin of the back of the neck, the curve is elegant.

The indicator light turned green, and she was sure that there were no fast moving vehicles before she raised her foot to cross the zebra crossing.

In a business car not far away.

“That’s her?” Gu Zheng, who was sitting in the back row, looked at the beautiful figure deeply, and asked the assistant Xu Dong in the passenger seat.

Before Xu Dong could answer, he turned his head and joked to the people around him: “I’m still a big beauty. No wonder your ten thousand yuan is not rare. If you are me, I must send someone upstairs, and then personally accompany you to get the injection. , If they have that interest, they can have a supper together.”

The man who was closing his eyes and meditation opened his eyes and looked out through the windshield—

A short distance away, a young girl is standing in the shadow of a tree. She is making a call with her mobile phone, her hands are wrapped in snow-white gauze, facing the car side, simple pure white shoes, white and slender. On both legs, the night breeze blew the plain shirt skirt, but it was difficult to conceal her exquisite figure. On the contrary, it added a bit of hazy beauty.

“It’s not too courage to be dangling outside alone so late.” Gu Zhengshen’s eyes were playful.

The man next to him watched silently for a while, then retracted his gaze and confessed to Xu Dong: “Call the manager of the Royal Court and ask him to arrange a car.”

Gu Zheng was surprised: “I’m just kidding, are you serious?”

“She is Jingjing’s classmate.” The man lit a cigarette, and a light blue flame sprang up from the lighter, reflecting the handsome and mature profile of the man. It was Yu Tingchuan, the boss of Hengyuan Group.

…

Song Qingcheng stood by the side of the road with his arms folded. Without waiting for Shen Che, a white SUV slowly stopped in front of him.

The driver’s door opened, and her gaze was looking across the body. The young man in a suit had gotten out of the car. Song Qingcheng remembered that the other party was the assistant who gave her his business card, named Xu Dong.

Xu Dong smiled: “Girls are not safe outside at night, Mr. Yu asked me to send you back.”

As if feeling something, Song Qingcheng turned his head to look at a certain location, where a champagne Bentley Timon was parked there.

It’s just that the champagne Tim-yue drove away soon.

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