Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 8 Yu Tingchuan came to pick up people

Thinking of that person, Song Qingcheng couldn’t help clenching his mobile phone.

“What’s the matter?” The tone was polite but alienated.

“Qingcheng is really you?” Xue Min was very happy, with the joy of reuniting after a long time in his voice, “It seems that Alai didn’t bluff me. In order to get your phone number, I almost asked all the old middle school classmates.”

Song Qingcheng did not take over her enthusiasm, but repeatedly asked, “What can you do with me?”

“It’s okay. I just graduated from France and came back from France. I want to gather with you old alumni. Have you been in Nancheng for the past few years? I went to Tongzi Alley. Your neighbor said that you and your grandmother were killed by your uncle. I haven’t come back to live after I was picked up. I’m going to Nancheng next week. I will invite you to dinner then.”

“I’ve been very busy lately, so I shouldn’t be able to spare time.” Song Qingcheng declined.

Xue Min was silent, and sighed helplessly after a while: “Yes, I am also very busy now. My dad urged me to take over his business. Hearing that I wanted to find a job on his own, he almost went to the hospital with anger. By the way, Allure , I saw Shen Zhi during a trip to Switzerland last month. His term at the Embassy in Switzerland should be coming soon. I also saw your uncle’s daughter.”

As he said, Xue Min became indignant: “Obviously, you and Shen Zhi are childhood sweethearts. You lived in the courtyard together. At that time, when Shen Zhi University went back to Yurao on vacation, he would always pick you up at the school gate. We all believe that you are the ones. A couple, some women are really cheap, relying on the family to **** someone else’s boyfriend to take advantage of others. We all know that if you didn’t help Shen Zhi as a scapegoat, you would come in at last—”

Song Qingcheng suddenly asked, “What date do you plan to come to Nancheng?”

When the conversation was interrupted, and seeing that Song Qingcheng didn’t share the same hatred with him, and didn’t have the resentment that he had expected, Xue Min felt a little uncomfortable, and said: “It’s not decided yet, just go there when you have time.”

“I’m a bit busy here, if nothing else, hang up first.”

Xue Min didn’t want to continue to say something, and said wittily: “Then you are busy.”

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng leaned against the window curtain and stared at the plane tree in front of the villa.

There was also a similar sycamore tree in the courtyard of Tongzi Alley, but it was later found to have fallen too much, and the main branches were sawn off, leaving only the stump with a big bowl.

In the afternoon, Song Qingcheng was woken up from a nap by a phone call.

Looking at the time, it was 4:16.

She grabbed the messy long hair, sat up and connected to the phone at the same time, Yu Jing’s carefree voice came from over there: “Have you gone to school?”

Song Qingcheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed: “Still at home, have you arrived in the dormitory?”

Yuanwei is a private school in Nancheng, including elementary school, junior high school and high school. It implements a dormitory system. Under the banner of an aristocratic school, the fees are high. Many wealthy people in Nancheng will cram their children who are not able to progress in school here. After all, Yuan Wei’s faculty is not weak, and every year, many excellent teachers are recruited from outside with high salaries.

“I’m at home too. Auntie is helping me clean up my things. Have you finished your homework?”

“Yeah.” Song Qingcheng began to brush his teeth.

Yu Jing smiled happily: “The answer is for my reference.”

Song Qingcheng let out the foam in her mouth, took the towel and wiped her mouth, and said, “What do you do about the final exam like this?”

“There’s still half a month, why don’t you still have you? I have already thought about it. Starting from tomorrow, I will go to you after dinner. Then we will go to the library to review, if there is something we don’t understand. You teach me wherever you are.” The more Yu Jing said, the more satisfied her plan became. The topic changed: “How do you go to school later, do you send it at home?”

Song Qingcheng didn’t conceal: “I took the bus myself.”

“Then I’ll pick you up, I have a car at home.” Yu Jing asks for help, seizing the opportunity to show her courtesy: “It’s still raining outside. It’s definitely not convenient for you to take the bus.”

“…” Song Qingcheng wanted to refuse.

“My grandpa is calling me, hang up first, your home is Xiangsong Garden, I will call you when I get there.”

When the words fell, a busy tone came from the receiver.

About half an hour later.

Song Qingcheng received an urgent call from Yu Jing and went downstairs with a trolley case. Lu Xishan went out in the afternoon for business. The Lu family driver sent Ge Wenjuan to play cards and never came back. Only the nanny was at home, and he took an umbrella from the entrance cabinet. Put on his own sneakers, and then went out in the rain.

On the phone, Song Qingcheng told Yu Jing the location of Lu’s villa.

So as soon as she came down the steps, she saw a black Jaguar XKR parked in front of the fence.

Yu Jing saw Song Qingcheng in the car, lowered the window and waved: “Here here!”

The rain came slantingly, but Song Qingcheng’s shoulders were a little wet on the road more than 100 meters away. When she approached the car, the trunk opened automatically. Just put the trolley case and closed the trunk, Yu Jing opened the back row. The door urged her to get in the car.

After closing the car door, Song Qingcheng noticed that the man in the driver’s seat was not a driver, but Yu Tingchuan.