Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 9 A 34-year-old man who read all his sails

The man is calling.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, except for the air-conditioning sound, only the occasional low-thick male voice sounded.

Sitting on the right side of the back row, Song Qingcheng happened to be able to roughly see the driver’s seat. His gaze flicked over the bluetooth headset next to the man’s ear, followed by a half of the shirt collar. Looking from the side, he could vaguely see the man talking up and down. Sliding **** Adam’s apple.

“…It is best to remit these two payments before get off work today, one of which will be handled by James and a copy of the receipt to Xu Dong, and the other will be handled by Su Ying. It is raining outside, so they should be safe on the way. ”

Even if he doesn’t understand the job he is talking about, his courage is unique to those who are accustomed to high positions.

It sounds harsh, but it is not unkind.

Song Qingcheng looked at his back, and automatically remembered the information he had collected about this man—Yu Tingchuan, thirty-four years old, male, divorced, the current head of Hengyuan Group, according to the irresponsible gossip account on Weibo Disclosure, there may be a son who has not been exposed.

Yu Jing explained in a low voice next to him: “My grandfather went out to meet an old friend who wants to use a car. It happened that my second uncle was at home, so it became my second uncle to send me to school.”

Seventeen-year-old Yu Jing has a lively personality and a beautiful appearance. She is no different from the children of other wealthy families. Her excellent family background makes her live a carefree life.

“Ah, your hair is a bit wet,” Yu Jing leaned over immediately after seeing her uncle’s phone call, lying on the driver’s seat and said: “Second uncle, please pass me the tissue box.”

The man opened the storage compartment, threw the Bluetooth headset in, then took the tissue box on the instrument and handed it over.

“Thank you Second Uncle.” Yu Jing said sweetly.

Yu Tingchuan turned to his side and handed something, probably because he had long felt the two sights on him. He raised his eyelids seemingly and silently glanced at his niece.

A man in his thirties, his eyes have a deep calmness that seems to be able to see through all mundane things.

The sight is on, even if you are prepared, you can’t cope with it.

The 22-year-old Song Qingcheng, whether it is scheming or experience, is still too immature in front of a 34-year-old man who has experienced a thousand sails.

“Mr. Yu is good.” Even if she was a little restless, she still pulled out a small smile.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t say anything, nodded, and said hello.

After that, the car engine was started.

Yu Jing pulled out two tissues and stuffed them into Song Qingcheng’s hands: “wipe it, don’t forget your clothes, if you catch a cold, you will suffer.”

Song Qingcheng smiled thankfully at her.

When he wiped the wet hair on his cheeks with a tissue, Song Qingcheng couldn’t help but look forward again. The wiper swept back and forth on the windshield. Yu Tingchuan turned the steering wheel half a circle with his left hand wearing a watch, and the black Jaguar drove away from the original. He drove very steadily in the position, even if he stepped on the brakes, he didn’t feel dizzy.

“I will pass by Xinhua Bookstore in a while. I plan to go in and buy some reference books.” Yu Jing suddenly grabbed Qingcheng’s arm and put her head on her shoulder. Spending wrong money.”

“Do you buy mathematics or geography?” Song Qingcheng asked.

Yu Jing got into trouble and lay down on the driver’s seat again: “Second Uncle, which reference book do you think I should buy?”

Yu Tingchuan did not answer, but only asked: “You don’t know what to buy when you study?”

“…” Yu Jing was a little embarrassed when she heard this, for fear that her second uncle would ask her about her studies, haha, and quickly changed the subject. She hugged Song Qingcheng next to her again, but her gaze was fixed on her left hand. Question: “Why is it wounded with gauze? Is it serious?”

“It doesn’t matter, it will be better in a few days.” Song Qingcheng just took it with him in a hurry.

She did not mention the imperial court, nor did she mention the border dog.

Ten minutes later, Jaguar parked in the parking space in front of the bookstore.

The rain has gradually diminished.

After getting out of the car, Yu Jing took Song Qingcheng into the bookstore and went directly to the second floor to the high school student reference book area.

When Song Qingcheng was looking for a reference book for her, Yu Jing was already tempted by the rows of novels nearby. When Qingcheng selected three reference books, Yu Jing was stuck in the pile of novels and couldn’t help herself.

“Give me another five minutes.” Yu Jing showed a pitiful expression.

If it was the driver of the Yu family who sent her to school today, or the schoolbag came in just now, she would definitely buy a few novels.

Song Qingcheng was helpless, but couldn’t say anything: “Then I will go downstairs and wait for you.”

Yu Jing nodded repeatedly.

When he went downstairs, Song Qingcheng looked at the heavy book in his hand. He was about to find a place to sit, but was attracted by the scene outside the French window.

Under the eaves of the bookstore, Yu Tingchuan stands with his back facing each other, black trousers and white shirt, shirt cuffs are rolled up at will, height and leg length, almost 183 cm, does not appear weak, shoulders are broad and straight, it should be the clothes hanger in the mouth of others, two With a half-burned cigarette between my fingers, the rain dripping on the side of the leather shoes gave me a different kind of leisure and comfort.

Suddenly a figure flashed in front of him—

Song Qingcheng only felt a tingling shoulder and the book in his hand had been knocked to the ground.

The quiet atmosphere in the bookstore was suddenly broken.

It was a middle-aged man who hit Song Qingcheng, and he glanced at her, “Why stand in the middle of the road, don’t have eyes.” After trying his tongue, he noticed the gauze on Qingcheng’s hand, and walked away quickly for fear of causing trouble to his upper body.

Song Qingcheng didn’t pull him to wrestle. She squatted down and picked up the two books beside her feet. She was reaching out to pick the georeference book in front of her. In her vision, a pair of men’s leather shoes and straight trouser legs appeared. Looking up, he kept watching him squat down on one knee and picked up the book for himself.