Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 74 Lend me a while

Under the night sky, the vast railway station square.

Yu Tingchuan was about to say something, but was caught off guard. He was hugged. While the girl’s somewhat casual voice sounded, the slender arm resting on his waist slowly tightened.

At the beginning of the lanterns, this northern city was shrouded in radiant neon lights.

Only after a short while, Song Qingcheng’s hands were pulled apart.

She raised her head and looked at Yu Tingchuan.

Yu Tingchuan was also looking at her. However, he did not find any signs of revealing his thoughts on Song Qingcheng’s face. On the contrary, there was still a wistful smile on her lips, thinking that she had reached the age to be very accurate, but The young girl whose words and deeds were always fluctuating in front of him made him less and less aware of what was in her mind.

After walking two steps aside, Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette and smoked silently.

In the smoke, Song Qingcheng’s sight followed.

Yu Tingchuan stood in the dark, his slender body was immersed in the dim light that was hitting diagonally, making him look deeper and deeper.

The two stood opposite each other under the silent atmosphere.

With a cigarette to the end, Yu Tingchuan pressed the cigarette **** into the cigarette-extinguishing box at the top of the trash bin next to him, walked back to Song Qingcheng, and said again: “What’s the matter?”

“…” Song Qingcheng looked back at him, especially to those deep black eyes. Apart from the coldness, there seemed to be an emotion called caring. She curled her lips slightly, her black and white eyes open. Looking at Yu Tingchuan, he said leisurely: “Want to know? Then you hug me and welcome.”

Yu Tingchuan’s brows frowned, as if what she had mentioned was an unreasonable condition.

Although he also expected this result, Song Qingcheng still felt disappointed in his heart.

She took the initiative to step forward. Seeing that Yu Tingchuan did not evade, she leaned her head gently on the shoulder of his suit. Under the faint light, she suddenly felt unprecedented peace. Her insults, everything, seemed to no longer exhaust her.

She didn’t know why she came to Harbin as soon as she resigned.

At that moment, perhaps he complied with the most true thoughts in my heart.

Song Qingcheng closed his eyes and murmured softly, “Let me lean on for a while, just a while.”

However, Anning was quickly interrupted by a ring of bells.

It’s Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone.

Song Qingcheng left him and stood aside subconsciously.

Yu Tingchuan took a look at it, then picked it up: “…um…still outside…you can arrange it first…”

Song Qingcheng looked at his chiseled profile and heard his magnetic voice. His thoughts were a little erratic. He couldn’t help but guess whether the person who called him was the owner of the female voice he heard on the phone at noon?

The boss is on a business trip, certainly not alone.

Is it a female secretary?

Song Qingcheng hadn’t figured out why, Yu Tingchuan had already hung up the phone.

He put away the phone, took out the cigarette case from the inner pocket of the suit, bowed his head, holding the lighter in one hand, and protecting the flame in the other. He lit the cigarette again, and while taking the cigarette from his thin lips, he slowly spit out a vague mouthful. The white mist comes.

Said it was smoking, but it was more like thinking about it.

In the sky, there was drizzle again.

Song Qingcheng raised his hand to embrace his arm, his fingertips were cold, and he couldn’t help but sneezed lightly.

When Yu Tingchuan met, he threw the cigarette **** to his feet, trampled it out with leather shoes, then took off his suit jacket, put it on her shoulders, and said: “Get in the car and take you to the hotel.”

…

The Cayenne was not turned off, and the air conditioner was still on.

Song Qingcheng got into the car, only to feel a chill swept over her body. When Yu Tingchuan got on the car, he turned off the air-conditioning in the car, and the windows on both sides also slowly landed.

The Black Cayenne quickly drove out of the train station and merged into the wide street traffic.

Except for answering a phone call in the middle, Yu Tingchuan concentrated on driving the car and said nothing.

The suit on his shoulders seemed to carry a man’s body temperature.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked at the cab. Yu Tingchuan’s body was hidden in a shadow. From time to time there was a glimpse of light passing through the window. The left hand of the man wearing a famous watch was resting on the steering wheel. His hand was skeletal, without much flesh, but it seemed to be full of men The strength.

A quarter of an hour later, Cayenne parked in the open-air parking space of the Shangri-La Hotel.

When booking a room at the front desk, the waiter asked Song Qingcheng for his ID to register, but Song Qingcheng looked at the man who was putting his wallet back in his trouser pocket: “Do you live here too?”

Before Yu Tingchuan could speak, the waiter smiled and said, “Yes, Mr. Yu’s room is right next to you.”

Song Qingcheng listened, smiled, and immediately handed over the ID card.

The room is on the 12th floor of the hotel.

Entering the elevator, the two still did not communicate too much.

Yu Tingchuan looked up at the changing numbers, pressed his thin lips lightly, and put one hand in the pocket of his trousers. His posture was mature and cool. Men of this age were the most attractive to women, including the waiter just now. He had an obvious attitude when talking to Yu Tingchuan. With shyness.

Song Qingcheng didn’t know what went wrong, Yu Tingchuan was obviously keeping a distance from him, and his attitude was not as good as that night.

She couldn’t help but wonder if her words and deeds were too strong at the time?

Sitting on the sofa in the room with his legs folded, Song Qingcheng remembered what Yu Tingchuan said at the gate of the community: “Women are too clever. They are not the jealousy of men, but they will only make people feel dull and boring.”

She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror in front of the desk.

Just like that, I watched quietly for a while—

Putting down his legs and standing up, while walking towards the bathroom, he took off the hair tie.

…

Yu Tingchuan sent people to the room. He didn’t go to the party anymore. He made a few calls in the aisle rest area to arrange everything before returning to the room to rest.

He threw the contents of his trouser pockets on the desk, and then sat down on the sofa bench.

The warm yellow light illuminates the whole river-view big bed room.

Yu Tingchuan lifted his hand to loosen the tie knot, and then unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt. The soundproofing effect of the five-star hotel room was good. He couldn’t hear any sound in the next room. He sat for a while and got up and poured a glass of cold water.

Just after a sip, the doorbell rang.

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