Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 28 The virtuous wife who sent Mr. Yu to wor

When William heard the words, he turned his head, no longer just talking to Song Qingcheng.

Pei Ji has long been familiar with the low EQ of his partners. Hearing Yu Tingchuan’s question, he was afraid that William would pester his wife like this, which would make the President Yu feel unhappy and take the initiative to complete the game: “If I remember correctly, William is 33 this year. Right?”

Thirty-three years old?

Song Qingcheng glanced at William again. She thought that he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

It may also be that he looks too young and does not have the sophistication and calmness of other model managers, so she is always skeptical of what he says.

When Yu Tingchuan heard it, there seemed to be a faint smile on his face, and his low-mellow voice said: “Mr. Ma has a tender face and a lively personality. Those who don’t know think he is the same age as my wife.

For the first time, I heard someone use “lively” to describe a man.

What Yu Tingchuan said was not demeaning.

After Song Qingcheng listened, he became more and more convinced that William was indifferent.

“William will just say whatever he wants. There is no scheming.” Pei Ji chuckled, just about to change the topic, and suddenly heard William Xing ask: “Mr. Yu, you should be a lot older than Song, right?”

This face slap is a bit quicker.

What a scheming boy!

On the issue of age, Yu Tingchuan didn’t care much. When he learned that he was a round older than Song Qingcheng, William immediately answered with enthusiasm: “I have brought a model before, and she and her husband are also 12 years old.”

After speaking, he suddenly added: “But they divorced last year.”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

Pei Ji smiled awkwardly, really wanting to cover his mouth with a napkin.

William looked at the gentle-talking man next to Song Qingcheng, and said: “You look more reliable than the model’s husband, but even so, you restrain Song. I don’t agree with this.”

Song Qingcheng put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at William seriously: “Mr. Ma, do you have any misunderstandings about my husband or my family?”

“Is there?” William forkped a carrot and snapped a bite. Those beautiful eyes looked at Song Qingcheng, and then at Yu Tingchuan who was drinking tea, and then he answered: “I don’t think it is.”

Yu Tingchuan put the tea cup back on the table and chatted with William: “Mr. Ma often comes to China?”

“I come here occasionally.” William said truthfully.

Yu Tingchuan asked him a few more questions about his work. William’s answer was heard in Song Qingcheng’s ears, and it was much more reliable than before.

Sure enough, people with low EQ will always have their own areas of expertise.

After dinner, both parties left the dining room.

William was standing under the eaves. He and Pei Ji were waiting for a rider. They both drank red wine just now. They watched Song Qingcheng’s family of four walk up to the red beetle, and found that Song Qingcheng was in charge of the car. He sighed unwillingly and told Pei Ji: “If Song could meet a good man like me first, she would be happier now than being a driver.”

Pei Ji had an inexplicable headache, but patiently explained: “The husband drank alcohol. In the mainland, drunk driving inspections are very strict.”

“Then how does he drive a Beetle?”

This question made Pei Ji dumb.

The car of the CEO of Hengyuan is unlikely to be a feminine beetle.

In all likelihood, it is that Mrs. Yu’s.

Pei Ji looked at some small proud and proud partners, suddenly too lazy to explain, only said one sentence: “Maybe Mrs. Yu is considerate of her husband.”

At the same time, Song Qingcheng fastened his seat belt and looked at the man next to him: “Your car is still parked at the company. I will send you to work tomorrow. It just so happens that I also have morning class.”

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