Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 41 Uncle has three good, mature and easy to

Gu Zhengshen also saw this scene, and sighed with emotion: “It’s good to be young, just play a little,” then he turned his head and chatted with Yu Tingchuan in the back row about the few children of Gu’s family: “We discussed the group two days ago. A group went to Thailand to play speedboat gliding and asked me to make up the head count.”

As he said, he looked at the convenience store again: “The little girl is very busy. I will deal with Liu Deshun on weekends. I still have to fall in love with the young man on weekdays.”

Yu Tingchuan had already looked back from the car window and changed the subject: “Zhiyuan contacted you yesterday?”

“I made a call and wanted to ask you to play cards.”

At this moment, the red light changed to green light.

Gu Zhengshen started the engine, turned the steering wheel half a circle to the right, and continued to say: “He is a lot of age, but he has a lot of problems. I am afraid he will be restless in the office at the moment. It is not good to play with women. Playing as a minor, I should also be grateful to be met by you and me and change to be his **** wife. Tsk tsk.”

“However, the little girl nowadays is not lightly affected by Korean dramas, just like the uncle’s mouth. There is a saying that the uncle has three good, mature and tolerant, easy to be overthrown.” Gu Zhengshen joked as he drove: “With Zhi The girl that Yuan hooked up was met by him when he returned to his alma mater to attend the school celebration, or was a student representative elected by the school. She sat directly on his lap during dinner that night and recognized him as a godfather the next day.”

Yu Tingchuan drank a lot of wine at the dinner, closing his eyes now, raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

“Why, uncomfortable?” Gu Zhengshen looked in the rearview mirror.

“…”

Yu Tingchuan shook his head and asked Gu Zhengshen, “Do you have a cousin who works in a welfare institution?”

“There is such a thing, what’s the matter?”

“If you have time, help me ask her if anyone who knows sign language is willing to come to work part-time at home.”

Gu Zhengshen immediately thought of something: “Joyce should also have winter vacation. Are you planning to bring people to Nancheng to live?”

Yu Tingchuan did not deny it.

Gu Zhengshen nodded: “That’s OK, I’ll ask when the time comes.”

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Yuanwei’s school gate.

Song Qingcheng got down from the little eDonkey’s back seat, took off his helmet and gave it to Shen Che: “When you go back, pay attention to safety.”

“Call me if you have something.” Shen Che said.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

She didn’t turn around and walked into the gate of the school until she couldn’t see Shen Che riding a bike.

Song Qingcheng was not in a hurry to go to the classroom. Taking advantage of the refreshing night, she paced aimlessly under the tree-lined road, her mind still chaotic.

Why did you suddenly go to find Shen Che?

Song Qingcheng knew in her heart that not only did she want Shen Che to help her get a part-time job in the imperial court, but more importantly, because Shen Che was the only one who connected her two life before and after and was still next to her. When facing Shen Che, she felt that she was really alive, so that she could get rid of the hesitation and confusion that came out of her heart…

At half past nine, the end of the self-study bell rang throughout the campus.

Song Qingcheng did not delay any more and returned to the dormitory.

“I’m back?” A roommate greeted her.

Song Qingcheng smiled at the other party, took the toiletries and went to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the washbasin, Song Qingcheng just put the toothbrush in her mouth, but the movement of her hand paused. Looking at herself in the mirror, she remembered what happened in the other bathroom in the evening.

There seems to be the smell of a man in the mouth…

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At night, Song Qingcheng lay on the bed and had several dreams intermittently.

Some seem to have happened before, and some seem to be false. In the end, it is difficult to judge whether it is true or false.

In the summer evening when she was ten years old, she carried a schoolbag and pushed open the painted door of the courtyard. There were two large suitcases in the courtyard. A 16 or 17-year-old boy happened to come out of the grandmother Shen’s house next door, with lush foliage. Under the phoenix tree, the young man smiled with a sunny face: “You are Qingcheng, right? My name is Shen Zhi. I am Grandma Shen’s grandson. I will live here in the future.”

The picture in the dream turns–

She was sixteen years old, and she had just arrived in Lu’s first winter.

Lu Yunxuan’s hand was unstable, and a sharp fruit knife fell on her left foot, and the piercing pain spread from her ankle to her whole body.

The messy dreams are intertwined into a big net.

The final picture freezes in the bathroom of Yu Tingchuan’s office.

That was an experience she hadn’t had before.

The man’s kiss is very domineering, but with some strong tenderness. Even in the dream, she still remembers the smell of him, not perfume, or even aftershave, just like a man is born with. Inexplicably, it made her feel at ease and at the same time felt a little bit worried.

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Song Qingcheng slept restlessly all night, and when he woke up, the sky had begun to light up outside.

She looked at the phone, only after five o’clock in the morning.

Can’t sleep, just get up, change into sportswear, wash and go for a run.

There were not many people on the playground in the early morning.

After running two laps, Song Qingcheng sat on the ground, sweating profusely, breathing a little, and a little stomach pain, but she did not seem to be aware of it. To her, whether this body is healthy or not has long become irrelevant. .

When she returned to the dormitory, the others had already gone to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Song Qingcheng took a shower and put on a clean school uniform before going to the classroom.

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After one or two classes, Song Qingcheng was already showing signs of a cold.

An Ran took out a box of cold clear from the desk drawer: “I have medicine. You can take two pills. You will have the exam in two days. It’s okay to get sick now.”

Despite taking the medicine, Song Qingcheng had a low-grade fever the next day.

At noon, I ran into Yu Jing in the cafeteria.

Yu Jing sat down across from Song Qingcheng with a dinner plate, looked at Song Qingcheng’s bloodless face, and screamed: “I have to take an exam the day after tomorrow, and I can be liberated just now. Why are you still sick?”

“Some low-grade fevers are not a big deal.” Song Qingcheng replied casually.

Yu Jing stretched out her hand, touched her forehead, then touched her own: “It seems to be the same.”

“By the way, are you free this afternoon?” Yu Jing asked.

Song Qingcheng looked up at her.

Yu Jing chewed on chicken legs and said, “I still don’t know how to do some math problems. I didn’t understand what the teacher said in class. We didn’t have any class in the afternoon. If you are almost done reviewing, I want you to help me. Tell me about the topic.”

Seeing Yu Jing shaking her head and shaking her head, Song Qingcheng did not refuse: “Then you will find me in the classroom after five or six classes are over. We happen to be a self-study class in seven or eight, and we will go to the library together.”

When Yu Jing heard it, she nodded with joy.

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Waiting until three ten ten, Yu Jing really appeared at the door of Class 6 classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

The second and sixth high school is an experimental liberal arts class. Some top students saw the famous “study scum” in the second year of high school looking around at the door, and they were all curiously whispering to each other.

Song Qingcheng packed up his things, took his schoolbag and went out: “Let’s go.”

During the seven or eight classes, Song Qingcheng explained the topics to Yu Jing in the library, and by the way gave her some key examples that had just been sorted out in the past few days. Yu Jing bit her nose, scratched her ears and scratched her cheeks, but she was not impatient, honestly. Really immerse yourself in the problem.

At about six o’clock, Yu Jing received a call from her uncle.

“Uncle, have you returned to Nancheng?”

“…”

“Wow, then I’ll go to the school gate and wait for you.”

When she hung up the phone, Yu Jing saw Song Qingcheng collecting textbooks in her schoolbag and bounced over: “My uncle has returned home from the army. He invited me to have a barbecue at night, and you will come with me.”

“No need to–”

Before Song Qingcheng refused to finish, Yu Jing had already taken her out.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my uncle is very nice, besides, it’s so late now, the cafeteria must be full of leftovers.”

As long as they spoke, the two had already arrived at the school gate.

“My uncle is here!” Yu Jing raised her hand and shook outside the automatic telescopic door.

Song Qingcheng followed her movements to watch, only to see Yu Tingchuan’s familiar black Jaguar.