Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 10 The faint smell of tobacco on him

The man’s hand is very beautiful, with distinct and inexplicable joints, which makes people feel that if they are held by this big hand, they will definitely be very warm.

When they got close, Song Qingcheng smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

She caught the book, her clean pink fingertips stopped right next to the man’s slender fingers, and at the same time she raised her head, looking at his handsome and mature features, and smiled slightly: “Thank you, Mr. Yu.”

“What did the doctor say about the wound on the hand?” Yu Tingchuan retracted his hand and turned to her left hand.

The man’s tone was soothing, and his voice was unstoppable.

Song Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes slightly and looked at his injured hand, as if some kind of response, his slender fingers moved like playing a piano. This action was somewhat childish: “The doctor said that the wound showed no signs of poisoning, and it was matched for three days. Sterilize the cotton swabs, and then you will be fine as long as you finish the second and third vaccines.”

He said: “If you have any questions, call Xu Dong.”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “Okay.”

“Jingjing is still upstairs?” Yu Tingchuan asked again.

“Well, but it should be down soon.”

Yu Tingchuan nodded, stood up, and turned his head to find the girl was holding three thick reference books with her injured hand. She stretched out her hand to pick it up, but the girl refused his kindness: “It’s okay, I can take it.”

“…” Yu Tingchuan couldn’t help but looked at her.

The short-sleeved cotton T with white print, the trousers of light blue ripped jeans were rolled into nine-quarter pants, revealing white and delicate ankles. On the feet are a pair of very ordinary sneakers, which are different from Yu Jing’s famous brand. Her dress looks popular, probably because she was born white, but she couldn’t tell how old her senior high school student was.

It’s just that when she laughed, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and there was a chic amorous feeling in her delicate eyebrows.

At this time, Yu Jing bounced and ran down from upstairs.

Yu Tingchuan withdrew his gaze without a trace, and said nothing more.

Seeing her uncle downstairs, Yu Jing secretly said that she had the foresight and did not take the novel down by chance. Compared with her parents, she awed this uncle who usually doesn’t talk much, and felt that lying in front of him would be disadvantageous. To prevent Yu Tingchuan from asking herself what she was doing upstairs, she hurriedly took Song Qingcheng to the checkout counter to check out.

“I was scared to death.” When paying the money, Yu Jing touched her chest, looking like a ghost.

Song Qingcheng turned his head slightly, Yu Guang glanced at where Yu Tingchuan was standing, and happened to see that he received a call and turned around and walked out of the bookstore first.

Yu Jing said: “If my second uncle finds out that I am reading a novel, he will definitely tell my mother.”

“He doesn’t look like someone who can talk behind his back.” Song Qingcheng answered.

Yu Jing shrugged, carried the bag with the book, and affectionately took Song Qingcheng’s arm, and said with emotion: “Since I was nine years old, my mother has spent most of the time in the hospital to take care of my dad. I might not see her at home, but I heard her asking my second uncle to look at me more than once.”

Yu Jing’s father, Yu Qidong, Yu’s family son and former head of Hengyuan, fell into a coma in a car accident eight years ago.

In less than half a year, the second son of the Yu family was also exposed to a crisis in his marriage.

One year later, the formalities for divorce were officially handled.

The Yu family is considered to be a real family in Nancheng, but even the gossip magazines are ignorant about the situation of the Yu family. He only knows that Hengyuan Group was founded in Hong Kong by Yu Tingchuan’s father, Yu Linjiang, and it slowly focused on the market after the reform and opening up Moved to the mainland, and Yu Linjiang’s father, Yu Lao, was a minister who retired from the central government.

The Yu family’s family roots are very large, and I am afraid that Yu Jing’s family may not be clear about it.

The car stalled downstairs in the dormitory, and the rain stopped outside.

Back to school on the weekend, many students come and go on the way to school, either carrying a school bag or holding a thermos bottle.

Although Yu Jing and Song Qingcheng are in the same class next door, the dormitory is not in the same building.

After getting off the car, Song Qingcheng took out his trolley case from the trunk.

“Your hand is hurt, let my second uncle help you move it up.” Yu Jing said.

“No, they are all summer clothes, not heavy.”

Just after Song Qingcheng finished speaking, the door of the car driving was opened, and Yu Tingchuan got out of the car. The man’s handsome, mature and introverted aura is like a charming scenery on the campus.

Yu Jing said, “Second Uncle, can you carry Qingcheng’s box upstairs?”

Before Yu Tingchuan could answer, Song Qingcheng said: “It’s really not necessary, I can take it myself, thank you Yu Jing today, I have something to do later, I will go up first.” Then she turned to Yu Tingchuan and said goodbye: “Yu Goodbye, sir.”

Yu Tingchuan gave a hum.

Song Qingcheng dragged the trolley to the No. 3 dormitory building.

Walking among the many students, she looked like Qianli from the back, but she could be distinguished in the blink of an eye.

Yu Jing met her roommate and said goodbye to her second uncle.

Yu Tingchuan did not leave immediately. He looked at the No. 3 building in front again, and Song Qingcheng’s figure had disappeared at the gate.

He lit a cigarette and leaned on the car to smoke silently.

Just after exhaling the first puff of smoke, Song Qingcheng’s figure appeared in his line of sight. In front of the corridor window on the second floor, she was carrying a medium-sized trolley suitcase. It was not too hard but a bit cumbersome. She lowered her head slightly, as if she had hair. Silk slipped from her sideburn, and she quickly disappeared at the corner of the second floor, and after a short time, she reappeared in front of the window on the third floor.

On the way, twos and threes of the girls came downstairs. She stood quietly to the side, not fighting or grabbing, and then continued to walk up after the corridor was empty.

Her figure no longer appeared in front of the windows on the fifth floor.

Yu Tingchuan finished smoking a cigarette, pinched out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can by the road.

As soon as I got in the car, there was a call from the company.

After a few brief explanations, Yu Tingchuan hung up the phone and threw his mobile phone in the passenger seat. Just as he was about to start the car, he saw the color in the rearview mirror. He turned around and saw the right side of the back row. A white umbrella printed with a daisy flower pattern lay quietly on her feet.