Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 16 Madam Gu wants to see you

In the room, only Lu Xishan and Song Qingcheng’s uncle and nephew were left.

Lu Xishan did not follow Ge Wenjuan closely. He obviously had something to say, but he didn’t know where to start. After organizing the language for a long time, sitting on the stool by the dressing table, he lit a cigarette and smoked halfway. Sha said in a voice: “Qingcheng, do you really dislike President Liu?”

Song Qingcheng smiled lightly: “I think Nancheng has no shortage of bosses who are richer than Mr. Liu.”

Lu Xishan could not refute this sentence. Mr. Liu is indeed nothing in the Nancheng business community, but Mr. Liu is currently the only boss with money and willingness to invest in their Lu family. After a little thought, he is about to speak. She just caught a glimpse of the black men’s suit on the bed.

The quality of the suit fabric is very good. You can’t buy it for one or two thousand. The size of the suit is more like tailor-made. The style is not worn by young people in their early twenties.

“This suit…” Lu Xishan asked.

Song Qingcheng did not answer, but said quietly: “Uncle, every girl has a yearning for marriage, and I am no exception.”

Lu Xishan had a guess in his heart, he didn’t try to tentatively tentatively, and asked directly: “You don’t want to marry President Liu, is it because of the owner of this suit?”

Song Qingcheng was silent.

At this time, however, silence is equivalent to default.

The fold between Lu Xishan’s eyebrows disappeared, and he followed his advice: “If you have a suitable partner, you should bring it back for your uncle to see.”

Song Qingcheng said, “Hasn’t Uncle seen him tonight?”

“…” Lu Xishan was stunned.

tonight-

He thought of Gu’s birthday party, but this suit is definitely not the little Zhou’s. As for other people with a face and a face, almost all men in the audience wore suits, and more of them wore black suits. Besides, who goes to the banquet and stares at the clothes of the guests?

Before Lu Xishan could come up with a clue, Song Qingcheng broke the silence: “Uncle, I have to go back to school tomorrow morning. I want to rest first.”

“Good.” Lu Xishan got up quickly, “The uncle won’t bother you.”

He just walked to the door, and he turned around and said: “Your aunt was angry just now, you don’t have to take it seriously. As for your marriage, if there is something you can’t decide, you can tell your uncle. Uncle will be the one who came here after all. ?”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “Uncle rest assured, when the time is up, I will tell you and auntie.”

Lu Xishan nodded in satisfaction.

The door closed, and Song Qingcheng’s smile was also removed.

Song Qingcheng didn’t close her eyes very much all night, and she fell asleep for a while until the white belly appeared.

Go downstairs after washing up, it’s almost seven o’clock.

When the nanny saw her, she didn’t choose to ignore her as she used to, and said with a smile: “The point where the young lady got up is just right. She was steaming the steamed dumplings. She will go to school after breakfast.”

Song Qingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and then smiled: “If I go to eat, some people won’t have to eat.”

“How come,” the nanny said immediately: “It must be enough.”

This is the first time in these years…

There is no free lunch in the world. Isn’t it true that breakfast is not the case?

Song Qingcheng’s smile deepened a lot, but slowly faded again: “It’s a pity, I don’t like to eat Xiaolongbao.”

After speaking, she walked to the door with a paper bag in a suit.

…

Back at school, Song Qingcheng went to the dormitory first.

At this time students are studying in the classroom, and the whole dormitory is so quiet that you can hear the echo of your footsteps.

Hanging up the suit with a clothes hanger and putting it into the closet, just about to withdraw his hand, his fingers inadvertently slipped over the buttons on the cuffs of the suit, Song Qingcheng’s movements slowed down, involuntarily, thinking of the upright figure of Yu Tingchuan who turned and left last night.

At the age of twenty-two, she felt that her life was forced to the edge of a cliff, struggling in vain, and one carelessness was an abyss.

How about even paying off Lu’s two million?

Grandma’s health is not good, and she will definitely continue to spend money in the future.

Song Qingcheng took a deep breath, put aside his melancholy thoughts, closed the closet door with his hands together.

…

Two days later.