Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 73 I missed you so I came

At ten o’clock in the night, Song Qingcheng got on the train going through Nancheng to Harbin, beginning with the Z word.

At night in Nancheng, there are always no stars, only a full moon hung high in the night sky, and the green train departed from the station and quickly drove on the railroad tracks in the wilderness.

From Nancheng to Harbin, it takes nearly 21 hours by train.

Song Qingcheng bought a hard seat ticket and sat down with five big men. Even if someone puts her shoes off her feet on the small tea table, she didn’t feel uncomfortable because of it. It used to be worse than this. Haven’t experienced it.

By noon the next day, the passengers sitting around her changed several times.

When he was hungry, Song Qingcheng bought a box lunch on the train.

The conductor was a woman in her early forties. Seeing Song Qingcheng’s delicate eyesight and surprisingly white skin, she immediately developed a good impression, and said, “The little girl is going to Beijing alone?”

“I’m going to Harbin.” Song Qingcheng smiled at her.

The conductor handed over the lunch: “I see you, are you still studying? Where are you going to travel?”

Song Qingcheng said, “I’m going to find someone.”

“Looking for a boyfriend?” The conductor looked enlightened.

Song Qingcheng smiled without denying it.

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The box lunch on the train didn’t taste good. Song Qingcheng didn’t have a big appetite, so he put down his chopsticks after a few bites, and after a simple cleanup, he got up and threw away the trash.

After washing her hands, she did not go back to her seat immediately.

Standing next to the train door, Song Qingcheng took out her mobile phone, turned to the bottom of the address book, stared at Yu Tingchuan’s number, and was silent for a long time, as if after a lot of deliberation, she edited a text message and sent it: “It’s me.”

Seeing that the text message was sent successfully, I felt that there was something shortcoming, and then sent another: “Wallet, I already got it from the foreman.”

In the past twenty minutes, the phone shook.

Song Qingcheng squeezed his phone tightly, and clicked on the unread message. Yu Tingchuan only replied with four words: “Just get it.”

He didn’t even hit the end punctuation.

These four words are more like the end of the topic.

At this moment, her mood was as if she had taken a roller coaster, transforming from the initial anxiety to the final loss. The loss was inexplicable, but incomparably true.

Song Qingcheng dialed the phone, and it rang four or five times before being connected. She heard Yu Tingchuan’s deep and powerful voice: “…Hello?”

“…”

Yu Tingchuan asked: “Something?”

Song Qingcheng’s heartbeat became faster, and after a while he said, “No.” After a short pause, he said, “Can’t I call you if I’m okay?”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other side of the phone.

Song Qingcheng answered the question by himself: “Are you busy? Did I bother you?”

Without waiting for Yu Tingchuan to speak, another elegant female voice rang on the phone: “Mr. Yu, the people from Wanji are here, waiting for you to order food.”

Song Qingcheng didn’t hear exactly what Yu Tingchuan had returned to the other party, but soon, Yu Tingchuan’s voice came from the earpiece: “If you have nothing to do, read the book well. The third meeting of the second half of the year is very busy… I have something to do, so hang up.”

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

“…” Song Qingcheng was still holding his mobile phone.

She suddenly felt that the seabed needle shouldn’t only be used to describe a woman’s mind. The same applies, as well as the mind of an adult man.

Some people shook her hand in the car a few days ago, but now they don’t even want to talk to themselves.

Song Qingcheng couldn’t help thinking, is it true that men have such virtues, only three minutes of popularity? After the brain fever, he resumed his sanctimonious appearance, or turned his attention to other women?

As for the old one, discarded like a shoe…

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At 6:48 in the evening, the train drove into Harbin Station.

Song Qingcheng had no luggage, and followed the other passengers to get off. She didn’t sleep much for two days and one night. She was a little groggy. As soon as her feet landed on the platform, she was hit hard by someone from behind. The other person’s appearance, the person has hurried past her into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

Song Qingcheng discovered that his wallet had been stolen at the ticket gate.

The small square bag was open, and the zipper head was still shaking slightly.

Facing the sympathetic gazes of others, she raised the phone she had been holding and shook at the ticket inspector: “Can I use Alipay to repurchase the ticket?”

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Song Qingcheng walked out of the train station, it was already around seven.

The darkness in Harbin came later than in the south, probably because it rained in the evening, and there were still rain traces on the road.

On the side of the road, there were a lot of black car drivers standing there, smoking and talking about the mountains while shopping.

Song Qingcheng randomly found a place, wiped it clean with her hands, and then sat on the floor. She was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. She got goose bumps on her arm by the wind at night in this city.

After a long time, Song Qingcheng took out his mobile phone from his bag.

She dialed that number again.

The long beep sounded several times, but the other party did not answer but did not hang up either.

Song Qingcheng pinched the phone first, and a few minutes later, she texted him: “I just met a pickpocket, and now I am penniless. Harbin is cold. If you don’t want me to go home with a stranger, come and pick me up immediately.”

The tone is strong, with some unreasonable willfulness…

She thought she would be ignored by the other party, and within a minute, a new short message was shown on the phone screen.

The man asked: “Where are you now?”

Song Qingcheng looked at the phone, and the mood that had been sinking to the bottom of the valley began to rise gradually. She typed out three words slowly, and then clicked the send button.

Some waiting can never make people anxious.

About half an hour later, a black Cayenne brake stopped not far away.

Song Qingcheng’s gaze fell on the car, with a premonition in his heart, he slowly stood up, and then just like that, watching the driver’s door open, watching Yu Tingchuan get out of the car, and watching him slam the door and walk towards him.

Yu Tingchuan looked like he came out of a dinner. He was dressed very formal. It was also the first time Song Qingcheng saw him wear a tie, a tailored navy blue suit, a white shirt, and a light-colored pocket square folded into a triangle in the left pocket of the suit. It doesn’t give people a strong feeling like before, but there is a bit of elegance and stability in his behavior.

When he walked to her, the first words Yu Tingchuan said was: “What are you doing in Harbin?”

Song Qingcheng looked at his slightly frowning brows, and became happy. He walked forward and hugged Yu Tingchuan, and put his arms around his waist firmly with both hands, and said quietly, “I miss you, so I’m here.”