Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 20 Some feelings are like old wine

Gu Jiazhi stepped on high heels and walked to Yu Tingchuan’s side.

The street lamp beside the guardrail lit up with orange light.

Yu Tingchuan had already retracted his gaze and looked at Gu Jiazhi: “Have you finished greeting grandpa?”

“Yeah.” Gu Jiazhi curled her lips. She leaned against the guardrail surrounded by Teng Man. She glanced at the gorgeous rose not far away, and after a little thought, she said her plan: “I talked to my brother last night. I don’t plan to leave again this time. I will focus my work on the country in the future.”

After speaking, she turned to look at Yu Tingchuan next to her, wanting to get a slight response.

Yu Tingchuan put his left hand wearing a precious watch back into his trouser pocket, and said, “Go downstairs, everyone should be almost there.”

Gu Jiazhi was disappointed in her heart. She looked at the mature and handsome man in front of her, with shirts and trousers, tall and tall, and years of feelings accumulated in her heart, like a jar of old wine. The longer it gets, the thicker and more intoxicating. However, the education she received from a young age did not allow her to have unusual words and deeds, so she could only show a dignified smile: “Okay.”

In the restaurant on the first floor, a couple of servants are busy around the long dining table.

Gu Jiazhi took Yu Tingchuan down and noticed Yu Jing sharply in the corner of the living room. After scanning over Song Qingcheng next to Yu Jing, he saw that the two were wearing the same school uniforms, and said his guess: “Is that Jingjing’s classmate?” ”

Yu Tingchuan also looked to the living room, just to catch the scene where Song Qingcheng looked down and smiled.

“Looks to have a very quiet personality.” Gu Jiazhi said again.

…

“I’m looking towards us, I don’t know what I said.” Yu Jing threw a grape in her mouth, while watching Gu Jiazhi’s movements on the corridor.

Gu Jiazhi, who came downstairs, walked over to the living room alone.

Yu Jing immediately moved her eyes away, and went to Song Qingcheng’s side again.

Song Qingcheng cast his gaze toward the stairs–

But I didn’t see the people of Yu Tingchuan.

It was just a blink of an eye, not knowing where it went.

Just in the Rose Garden, almost as soon as Gu Jiazhi appeared, she left where she was.

Before long, Yu Linjiang, the head of the Yu family, also came back from outside.

Yu Linjiang, who is over sixty years old, wore a neat suit, except for the grays on his temples, he couldn’t see that he was already in the sixties. His brows were slightly frowned, and he looked unsmiling.

Song Qingcheng looked around casually and saw Yu Jing’s three aunts, but there was no other uncle.

“My uncle is studying abroad.” Yu Jing paused, and leaned into Qingcheng’s ear to add: “He is three years older than me.”

Unintentionally inquiring about Yu’s family affairs, Song Qingcheng drank boiled water in his porcelain cup, and changed the subject: “Your mother didn’t go home?”

Yu Jing ate grapes happily: “I must be with my dad in the hospital.”

…

Indeed, as Yu Jing said, the banquet did not begin until nearly seven o’clock in the evening.

When the other people were at the table, Song Qingcheng was also dragged to the end of the table by Yu Jing to sit down.

Yu Tingchuan, who had disappeared, has reappeared. He opened the chair for Gu Jiazhi and sat on the lower left of Yu Linjiang himself. Song Qingcheng sat at the right end of the dining table and looked up, only to see the man’s profile. It was just a blink of an eye, and she pulled her eyes back.

Because there are children, the atmosphere on the table is more lively.

Yu Jing whispered a few words to Song Qingcheng from time to time, occasionally commented on the dishes, and sometimes complained about a cousin who was too bear.

At the end of the family banquet, Yu Tingchuan got up and went outside to answer the phone.

“The second child is busier than us.” Yu Jing’s fourth uncle smiled.

Yu Minghui said leisurely: “The second child is in charge of big companies. Of course you can’t compare with him who runs a small factory.”

The expression of Yu Jing’s fourth uncle became awkward.

Yu Jing’s four aunts lowered their heads to feed their children, as if they had not heard Yu Minghui’s ridicule to her husband.

“Lao San, have you been to Hengdian again recently?” asked Yu Mingrong, the fifth aunt of Yu Jing.

Yu Minghui didn’t answer, and turned to Yu Linjiang: “Dad, recently a director came to me and said that I’m quite suitable for the role of the second female dramatist. I’ve already read the script, it’s very good, you see… Let’s Heng Is it possible to invest part of the capital as well?”

“Three aunts, our teacher said that you were a good person in the show, and she can’t wait to kill you for the one who rolls her eyes.”

Yu Mingrong’s five-year-old son has a small mouth without front teeth, and his childish voice is clear.

“Go go!” Yu Minghui was extremely upset.

At this time, Song Qingcheng put down his chopsticks and confessed to Yu Jing in a low voice: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Yu Jing asked: “Do you want me to accompany you?”

Song Qingcheng smiled: “No.”

…

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Qingcheng didn’t immediately return to the restaurant, but walked out of the small western-style building.

The night was dim outside, and she slowly walked down the steps.

Sure enough, under the tree next to the western-style building, there was a cluster of sparks that flickered.

Yu Tingchuan was answering the phone, lighted a cigarette in his hand, and occasionally sounded a deep and mellow voice. Before Song Qingcheng approached, the man turned around. She clearly felt that Yu Tingchuan’s speaking speed stopped when she saw herself. Although it quickly returned to business as usual.