Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 29 Mr. Yu who can make an inch

Since learning to drive, Mrs. Yu has picked up many people, but there is no Mr. Yu.

This was only broken the next day.

As for the encounter with William at dinner, no one deliberately mentioned it, whether it was Yu Tingchuan or Song Qingcheng himself. Song Qingcheng only regarded William as a sort of scout. Otherwise, he didn’t think about it. Naturally, he wouldn’t be linked to unimportant people. On the lips, as for Yu Tingchuan not to ask, she attributed the reason to the trust between husband and wife.

Secretly, Song Qingcheng also secretly thought, maybe Mr. Yu is sure enough of his charm.

In order to send Yu Tingchuan to work, Song Qingcheng got up half an hour earlier than before.

I was really ready to go out and was asked to sit in the passenger cabin.

This is different from what she had originally thought.

Yu Tingchuan said: “It’s your car anyway, who drives it is different.”

“…” Song Qingcheng was speechless. It was hard to tell him. It was to satisfy her vanity. Without Meimei’s mood, she opened the co-pilot door with the ink marks. She suddenly raised her head and said, “It’s actually quite difficult. Zhao send you off.”

“When I think about it, I think.”

Song Qingcheng did not refute.

The Beetle is a mini-type model, and for men with tall and long legs, the space is a bit smaller after all.

Joice was the closest one.

When he arrived at Hengyuan, Song Qingcheng did not get off the bus.

Yu Tingchuan unfastened her seat belt and confessed specifically to her, asking her to drive carefully. Song Qingcheng deserved to be perfunctory. After Yu Tingchuan got out of the car, she climbed straight into the driver’s seat.

Sit down and found that Yu Tingchuan’s people hadn’t left yet.

He was standing next to the car door, suddenly raised his hand and tapped the car window with his distinct fingers.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked out while lowering the car window.

Then, when I saw Yu Tingchuan bent down, his shirt cuffs were exposed from the suit, and his left hand wearing a steel watch was placed on the roof of the car, his eyes were gentle: “Pay attention to your own safety.”

Song Qingcheng asked, “Kiss me before leaving.”

On the sidewalk, there are white-collar workers on the way.

Yu Tingchuan retracted his gaze and looked back at Song Qingcheng who was waiting there, smiling and helpless, and then said: “There are so many people outside, let’s go home if something happens.”

“There are not many people.”

Song Qingcheng glanced out of the windshield: “…I don’t know it anyway.”

Before the voice fell, a “Mong Yu” came from the side.

Obviously the other party is an employee of Hengyuan.

Nevertheless, before Mr. Yu left, after all, it was as she wished. When she lay on the edge of the car window and dropped a kiss on her forehead, Song Qingcheng was satisfied even if it was a little bit of water.

Listening to Yu Tingchuan’s instructions, she couldn’t help but curl her mouth.

Then he urged him: “I’m not a kid, don’t grieve, go in and go to work!”

For the first time, Yu Tingchuan was said to act hard.

But looking at the person who said this, he was helpless, took his hand off the roof, and inevitably asked her again. After all, it was the morning rush hour, the traffic was heavy, and accidents were prone to occur.

Song Qingcheng maintained a good mood all morning.

Returning to Yunxi Road at noon, I saw the little bear kid sitting on the carpet in the living room, holding her comb and smoothing his pants. Song Qingcheng was rarely trained and did not bother him. First, he went to the kitchen and asked Aunt Gong what he had for lunch.

After lunch, Song Qingcheng took the initiative to take his son for a nap.

You may feel that your mother is good to talk today. Mr. Xiaoyu’s courage became fatter. After Song Qingcheng fell asleep, he secretly got up, took the pen that his father had left on the bedside table, removed the pen holder, and lay on his mother and began to behave.

In the evening, Mr. Xiaoyu’s cries like a pig killing a pig sounded in the villa.

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William came to visit with a gift, and it was already mid-July.

During the summer vacation, Song Qingcheng spends most of his time at home with his children. He originally wanted to find a work internship. Because the child was too young, he had missed too much to go to school on weekdays. After discussing with Yu Tingchuan, he temporarily put aside the idea of ​​going for an internship.

But Yu Tingchuan promised her that next summer, she can go to work at Hengyuan headquarters.

“Are you going to be your secretary?”

Hearing her question, Yu Tingchuan had a smile in his eyes: “It’s okay to be a secretary. Let Selena rest for a while. When you are too busy, I will ask her to come back and help you.”

Listen to this–

Song Qingcheng turned his head to look at Yu Tingchuan, not as if he was taunting her.

After thinking back and forth, she did not take the words: “I am the one who wants to be my own boss in the future. It is not suitable to be a secretary for others.”

“Then go to the Finance Department for two months of experience.” Yu Tingchuan arranged for her: “This is also a professional counterpart. If you want to go to the bank to try, I will find someone to ask for an internship place next day.”

Finally, Song Qingcheng decided to go to Hengyuan’s Finance Department.

When William came, the sun went down and the heat on the ground gradually dissipated. Song Qingcheng and Joice were playing with Yun Bao. On the lawn, a little child was holding a ball, shouting loudly to his mother, and seeing Song Qingcheng stretch out his hand. He came to pick it up, but he deliberately threw the ball to his brother.

When his brother threw the ball back, he immediately ran to pick it up with small steps.

After picking up the ball, he held it in his arms and called to Song Qingcheng to call his mother, meaninglessly: “I’m going to throw the ball to you.”

Then he lifted the ball in his hand high-

Keep throwing it to brother!

Song Qingcheng looked at his son’s bad and good virtue, and really didn’t know who he had followed.