Who’s The Boss? - Chapter 454

The young man fell on his four legs, his chest was dull and painful, and he just raised his head. A tall and thin young man came in at the door. He looked at the age of twenty-seven, with the guy in his right hand. He hadn’t figured out which way it was. Fairy, the young man picked up the iron rod and waved it over.

The man closed his eyes subconsciously and hugged his head firmly, but the iron rod swept over his head and hit the glass partition.

The toughened glass collapsed with a bang, and the bead-shaped glass shattered all over the floor.

Such a movement caused three other people in the room to rush out.

However, seeing the situation at the entrance to the entrance, the complexions of a few people suddenly changed, and no one dared to step forward for a while, but they were all twenty-five and sixteen years old, no matter how skillful they were on the Internet, they encountered this kind of formation at night. , No one wants to be that early bird.

The man sitting on the ground wanted to get up, his arched back was stomped heavily, and the whole person leaned back on his back, pressing his palm on the **** next to him, a **** pain.

The companions finally couldn’t stand it, one of them pointed to the young man who came to the door: “What do you want to do!”

With that, he told others around him: “Call the police right away.”

After the explanation, he looked at the door again and said with a stern voice: “In the middle of the night, he broke into the house and wounded people with his hands. When the police arrive, you will be detained!”

Before the words were over, seven or eight men came in one after another, all with raw faces, some with tattoos on their arms, and some with gold necklaces and gold bracelets. They were not easy to provoke at first glance. They were social people.

Someone who was in the house called 110, but found that the mobile phone could not find the signal.

Looking at it again, even the network and 4G data are gone.

They all know computers and guessed that they were blocked.

A few people were restless, and a man in a light gray shirt appeared more and more. It was walking behind everyone. The young man who was stepped on the ground couldn’t lift his head, and only saw a pair stopped by him. Black customized leather shoes on the cheeks.

Even if I didn’t wink anymore, I realized that the person here was not an ordinary identity.

The few people sticking at the door of the room were panicked, and the other person’s gaze was in a state of calmness. The man glanced at their companion who was stepped on and couldn’t get up. He didn’t seem to take it seriously. Question: “On Weibo, who is responsible for this account?”

“…” Inside the room, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the needle dropping.

In this Weibo marketing team, someone has a flexible mind and quickly guessed who the other party is.

They only broke a big news today, and the husband of the news subject is the former head of the Hengyuan Group and the second son of the Nancheng Yu family, Yu Tingchuan.

Although I have known that posting such a hot news will cause trouble, but I still have a fluke mentality in my heart. There is a saying that there is no high return from high risk, and now I am really being asked. These weekdays The young people who make money by disseminating information on Weibo, especially watching their companions being stepped on, obviously can’t do anything good about this matter, and they feel more and more bottomless in their hearts.

After they released that long Weibo, the number of reposts has exceeded 20,000, and the number of comments is nearly 50,000. This morning, someone privately wrote to them to negotiate that they want to delete the Weibo. Not only did they ignore it, they also took screenshots of the private message. Going out, so that the party named Song Qingcheng suffered another round of public opinion attacks.

Now on Weibo, netizens have spontaneously issued a lot of nicknames to that “Song Qingcheng”, among them are Green Tea Bitch, Bai Lian Song, and Miss Unspeakable.

Yu Tingchuan took a seat on the sofa in the living room. Before he could speak, Xiao Fan had already grabbed the collar of the person under his feet and threw the croaking person up to the coffee table.

The young man was lying on the side of the coffee table, his left palm was dripping with blood, feeling a lot of glass **** embedded in his hand, but now he has no time to pay attention to it. He can’t tell whether it is a psychological effect or a pain in the palm. color.

Xiao Fan looked around in the room and re-asked what Yu Tingchuan had just asked: “That is the Weibo account called , who is in charge of you?”

Seeing that no one said anything, Xiao Fan knocked the man on the floor with an iron rod. When he looked at other people, his eyes were full of dark birds, and he smiled coldly: “Don’t tell me? I’ll count to three. If no one is there anymore. Answer, if this stick is smashed, half life is gone.”

“You are committing a crime!” I don’t know who shouted.

The look in Xiao Fan’s eyes was ironic: “If I don’t help me, I will lose one life.”

As he said, he had raised the iron rod in his hand, and hadn’t fallen yet. The man on the ground was so frightened that he was relieved, and said with a vengeance: “We take the responsibility in turn. Today, Wu Fei is in charge. Regarding Song…Mrs. Yu’s That long Weibo was also the order he took.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingchuan had cast his deep vision.

The man named’Wu Fei’ was pushed out, staggered, and wanted to hide back, but a few of his companions refused to let him. Obviously, the meaning of’dead fellow, not dead, poor way’.

Wu Fei also wanted to quibble and explain that the young man with the stick had already come over, and he had no time to escape. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, his whole person was knocked to the ground, and his left face was slammed on the shoe.

This time, without any threats, Wu Fei hired all of them: “I said I said that someone privately believed in the business that I was talking about. He asked me to post that long Weibo. I offered 150,000 yuan. He agreed. I watched it. The evidence is confirmed not to be a rumor, but a fact to be released!”

When Xiao Fan heard this, he was not sure whether it was true or not, and turned to look at the boss.

Afraid of being beaten again, Wu Feisheng added: “I have private chat records on my mobile phone, which I can show to you. He has already transferred the money to me in the afternoon. It is an overseas account called Chen Kejie.”

Song Qingcheng has been in jail, except for Lu Xishan. At the beginning of this year, Yu Tingchuan asked Xiaofan to make a special trip to Yurao. All those who should be said hello were re-greeted. Now they are dug out in detail, which can only show that the other party is not. Common people.

Even if Yu Tingchuan is regarded as a figure in Nancheng, the Yu family is also famous in Nancheng, but it is not the step of covering the sky with only one hand. Public opinion attacks like this are commonplace in the business field. Sometimes, public opinion can also be hot, but you don’t see it. It’s all bad.

Only this time, Yu Tingchuan did not intend to trade his wife and children’s reputation for a deal.

In the middle of the night on September 11, Yu Tingchuan sat in the living room of a certain private house and browsed all the private message records with his mobile phone.

Wu Fei looked at the calm appearance of the former Hengyuan boss, and felt even more fearful. He came out after graduating from high school, so he knew the temper of the rich. If the other party really wanted to abolish him tonight, he would not fight back at all. Ability, even if they report to the police afterwards, the other party has some ways to make him dumb. If someone comes to the house from time to time in the future, he will not think about peace for the rest of his life.

Therefore, I immediately remedy it: “I don’t need the money, and I will delete Weibo. I will clarify that it is a misunderstanding later. Boss Yu, I know I was wrong, and I will never provoke your wife again.”

Under the dim light, Yu Tingchuan’s facial features were extremely profound. He put down his phone and asked, “That’s it?”

“…Yes, that’s all.”

Wu Fei nodded hurriedly.

Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette with a fifty cents lighter on the coffee table. The cigarette **** sparks off. He threw the lighter back to the coffee table and spit out a thin puff of smoke. Through the smoke, he looked coldly at Wu Fei who was swallowing. Speak slowly: “On the Haiya forum, you did not publish the admission list of Nantah freshmen?”

Wu Fei heard it, his face paler than paper.

He just opened his mouth to deny, Yu Tingchuan flicked the soot: “Before answering, think about it with your head.”

“…” Wu Fei was breathing hard.

Yu Tingchuan didn’t speak any more, just raised his eyes and looked at Xiaofan.

Xiao Fan understood, winked at the men who brought him, and immediately someone stretched his hand behind him, took out a saber from the back pocket of his jeans, and walked towards Wu Fei.

When Wu Fei’s right hand was forcibly pressed on the ground, seeing that the man was not joking, the sharp blade wanted to chop off his index finger, and he screamed in fright: “I said, my fellow did it, and that Chen and other interrogations were also him. He was introduced to me, he lives in Yuanshan District in Nancheng, I will give you the address, don’t chop my fingers…”

After getting the information he wanted, Wu Fei was kicked to the side.

Because of fear, his crotch was soaked, and there was a faint smell of urine in the room.

Yu Tingchuan’s finger was still holding the cigarette, and he coughed lowly, pressing the cigarette **** on the surface of the coffee table, then stood up, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and went downstairs, leaving only one sentence: “Don’t cause death. “

…

When Yu Tingchuan returned to Yunxi Road, it was past 12 midnight.

In the villa, there were lights on the aisle on the second floor, and Yu Tingchuan went upstairs. Song Qingcheng was not in the master bedroom. He turned and went to the baby room. Sure enough, she saw the person she was looking for there. She was wearing loose apricot pajamas, lying on her stomach. The child was teasing with his fingers on the side of the crib.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingcheng looked at the door.

She asked: “I’m back?”

Yu Tingchuan went out to have dinner in the evening. When he came back now and saw that she hadn’t slept yet, he couldn’t avoid asking for concern. Song Qingcheng explained: “I just woke up after sleeping, got up and went to the bathroom, and came to see the child. , I’ll go back to the room later.”

Yu Tingchuan was standing next to the small bed and looked down at his son.

After a few days, the little guy’s facial features were no longer wrinkled, and he was a little bigger like a ball blown. When he fell asleep, his two fleshy legs were bent and his hands stretched out to surrender. The small mouth opened slightly, and there was a faint fragrance of milk all over the body.

Song Qingcheng suddenly said, “Aunt Gong and they all said that the child’s eyes are like me.”

As he said, he tapped the child’s soft upper lip with his finger.

Seeing her childish behavior, Yu Tingchuan felt amused in her heart. When she went to see the sleeping child, his eyebrows became gentle: “Go back and rest first. I want to see the child. There are opportunities during the day.”

Song Qingcheng turned his head and asked, “Can I sleep the child in the master bedroom?”

“The child is here alone, and I can’t sleep.”

As a concubine, Yu’s wife was responsible for taking care of the children and she slept next door at night, but Song Qingcheng was still uneasy, especially on the first night she was discharged from the hospital, she was very afraid that the child would miss her.

Yu Tingchuan did not let the child sleep in the master bedroom because he was afraid that the child would cry in the middle of the night and Song Qingcheng would sleep. Song Qingcheng returned home and planned to sleep with him in a separate room. He was afraid that his confinement would not be clean. However, Yu Tingchuan did not agree with her. The proposal is to let the child go to bed in the baby room that has been renovated early.

Seeing Song Qingcheng’s expectations, Yu Tingchuan was not willing to refute her request and moved his son to the master bedroom.

The child seemed to know that he had changed his environment. He opened his eyes and saw Song Qingcheng beside the big bed. He didn’t recognize his mother and started to cry.

The milky cries scared Song Qingcheng.

She leaned over to pick up the child in a awkward posture. She had never brought the child before. For fear that the child would be uncomfortable, she changed several holding positions. As a result, the child did not calm down, but the crying became louder and louder. Yu Tingchuan listened. When the cry came out of the bathroom, without asking what was going on, I first saw the face of his wife who was about to cry.

The sleeping sister-in-law Yu was awakened by crying, but she didn’t find the baby in the nursery. She came to the master bedroom and asked. Yu Tingchuan asked her to rest, saying only that the couple will bring their children tonight.

Before going back to the room, Sister Yu saw the embarrassment of his wife’s helplessness, and smiled and reminded: “The child should be hungry. Feed him for a while and then he can fall asleep again.”

This afternoon, Song Qingcheng fed her baby breast milk.

She originally planned to feed her baby with milk powder, but later learned that breast milk is nutritious and helps strengthen the baby’s resistance. Thinking of the thrills of the baby’s birth, she hesitated for a while, and finally decided to breastfeed the baby by herself.

Aunt Yu and Aunt Gong taught her how to feed the baby. While holding the baby, she uncovered a few buttons of her pajamas. Her unskilled movements were a bit awkward. Yu Tingchuan held the baby next to him and nursed the baby in front of him. Song Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, even if they were husband and wife.

So, she raised her head to look at Yu Tingchuan: “You go take a bath first, and I will definitely feed you after you wash.

“Can it be done alone?”

Yu Tingchuan looked at her stiff hands and feet uneasy.

The light in the master bedroom was very soft. Song Qingcheng hugged the child in front of her, her black hair, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she looked like the child’s sister, not the mother. Even so, the tenderness of motherhood, Her face is particularly obvious.

When Yu Tingchuan finished taking a cold shower, the child was still feeding on Song Qingcheng’s chest. The little guy held one side, his eyes closed tightly, his little mouth hummed, his left hand was held on the other side across his pajamas, domineering. Faintly visible.

The child finished drinking and was picked up by his father.

Song Qingcheng got dressed and saw that Yu Tingchuan held the child in his palm. Compared to the tall father, the child is undoubtedly small. The little guy was rubbing his eyes with his hands clenched into fists and yawned. Obviously When he was sleepy, Yu Tingchuan looked at his son and smiled: “Eat and drink enough to sleep. It looks like he’s going to become a piglet.”

For the first time, Song Qingcheng heard Yu Tingchuan speak in a coaxing and loving tone.

Looking at his smiling facial features, she was moved in her heart, Yu Tingchuan’s eyes on the child seemed to be twisted out of the water, she thought, this is the affection of the father, which is different from the love of men and women, it is deeper and more heart-warming. Obsessed with life.

The next morning, Song Qingcheng woke up, it was already past nine o’clock.

She took her mobile phone to check the time and found several Weibo push messages in addition to WeChat messages.

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Tonight, Laoyu’s aura is two meters eight~

I’m on an official holiday recently, and my stomach is not feeling well. I feel better today. Let’s have a second watch tomorrow morning. Everyone will refresh around 9:30~