Who’s The Boss? - Chapter 459

“The whole life of a person is neither long nor short. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable. Taking advantage of Mr. Chen’s young age, Mr. Chen still has time to teach him.”

Yu Tingchuan put one hand in his trouser pocket, the setting sun was red for half of the sky, and Chen Guangsuan’s apologetic voice came from the phone: “Mr. Yu, I am not strict with my friend, and he is too. I deserve to be interrupted. President Wangyu apologizes to Mrs. Yu on behalf of Inuzi and I, and also asks President Yu to raise his hand high and stop worrying about his **** behavior with Inuzi.”

“I will stop commenting on the things that Mr. Chen did. Mr. Chen should have a judgment in his heart before calling me.” Before ending the call, Yu Tingchuan said again: “What happened to Mr. Chen? Accidents can only comfort Mr. Chen to maintain a calm heart. Only when people are peaceful will he be more sensible in his life.”

“…” Chen Guang held the phone and talked.

Yu Tingchuan returned to the house. Aunt Gong was clearing the dishes on the dining table. When she saw her husband come in, she confessed: “My wife saw you answer the phone and never came back, so I went upstairs to see the kids.”

In the baby room, Song Qingcheng just put his son back on the bed and received a call from Su Mian.

After the online public opinion broke out, Su Mian contacted Song Qingcheng.

Including the class teacher and other classmates of the third middle school, they have asked her about her current situation on QQ in the past two days, especially the teacher Qian of the class teacher, telling her: “It is impossible for everyone to be satisfied with you. The important thing is to do Be true to yourself, go your own way, let others talk about it.”

“The classmates in our group have registered Weibo and forum accounts, but those people, please explain to them that they don’t listen.” Su Mian’s tone was anxious and annoying: “Obviously they are unreasonable, and we have to say that our glass heart There is a problem with our three views.”

“There is also a special bitch, what do you say, “You can disagree with what I say, but you must defend to the death the right of you and me to speak.” If you don’t learn history well, you dare to use Voltaire’s famous saying. Even I know that. The premise of Ertai’s words is to fight for the democratic regime, not to spread rumors and make trouble. Now that there are so many such people, the online speech will be so messy.”

Song Qingcheng asked: “Are you attacked by netizens?”

“That’s not true. They thought we were the navy and we tore it on the Internet.” After that, Su Mian mentioned the live broadcast: “I just watched it, and other students did. Actually, you don’t need to pay attention to them. Those who said Most of your people just don’t see you better than her.”

In fact, it’s not just Su Mian and others, Shen Che also thinks she shouldn’t go live.

Song Qingcheng looked at his sleeping son on the cot, and answered Su Mian, “I just don’t want the clowns to continue to make a fuss about my silence.”

“It may be so irrational, everyone thinks it unnecessary, but in my heart, at least I no longer hide under the protection of others, watching others defend my aftermath, but I stay out of the matter.” Song Qingcheng paused and said: “Instead of letting people say that I am covering up, it is better to admit it in public. It’s like putting it to death and resurrecting. I have given them the answers they want. Whether it is to praise or stigmatize, it is all up to them.”

Su Mian thinks of those celebrities who are self-defeating, and they are naturally red in the depths, especially those netizens who like to reverse black and white. The more silent you are, the more arrogant she will be. When you admit frankly, you may be attacked more fiercely. , But at the very least, some things can no longer be used as a reason for the other side to attack.

Before hanging up the phone, Song Qingcheng told Su Mian to protect herself: “There are other classmates, don’t let yourself be hurt for my business.”

“Good.” Su Mian nodded and agreed.

Song Qingcheng put down his phone and sat on the carpet, staring at his son who was sleeping with a charming face.

The little guy was covered with a blanket, and her two small hands were habitually held up in a surrendering manner. She reached into the gap in the crib fence, held the little guy’s white and tender fingers and asked: “You said, mom, this time, is it true? The impulse?”

“What’s the impulse?” The man’s question came from behind.

“…” Song Qingcheng heard the sound and turned around and found that Yu Tingchuan had already come upstairs.

Yu Tingchuan entered the room and sat on the chair next to the child’s bed. He looked at his wife sitting on the floor. His eyes were indulgent and gentle: “It’s **** the floor. Isn’t it tired to sit like this?”

“Isn’t it under the carpet?”

Song Qingcheng said, letting go of his son’s little hand, and couldn’t help sighing: “I should have offended many people by live broadcasting just now.”

Before Yu Tingchuan went upstairs, he called Xu Dong and asked Xu Dong about the current situation on the Internet. After Song Qingcheng’s live broadcast ended, public opinion on the Internet did not break out again. Many people criticized Song Qingcheng, but some remained neutral, even Some netizens helped Song Qingcheng and those fierce remarks to defend.

Thinking of what Xu Dong said, “Most of the people who speak to his wife are male netizens,” Yu Tingchuan stretched his eyebrows a bit, and saw that Song Qingcheng was a little uncertain. He said: “Since I have done it, even if it is a stupid thing, it will not help to regret it now.”

“It seems a bit stupid.” Song Qingcheng pursed the corner of her mouth slightly. After a while, she said again: “But I don’t regret it. If I can start again, I will still do it.”

The next moment, Song Qingcheng warmed the back of his hand on the bed rail.

Yu Tingchuan gently held her hand.

There was an air conditioner in the room. Yu Tingchuan’s palms were warm but very dry. There was no sweat. It was a silent comfort and a sense of practicality. Song Qingcheng raised his eyes to look at Yu Tingchuan and found that he was looking at his son on the bed. The impetuosity in her heart dissipated.

After a long while, Yu Tingchuan asked her: “Did you give the child a good nickname?”

Aunt Gong or Master Zhao should have told him.

Song Qingcheng nodded: “It’s called Yunbao.”

Fearing that he thinks it is too ordinary, she added that the name came from: “It is the “cloud” of Baiyun Canggu…If you have other ideas about a nickname, you can also mention it.”

Yu Tingchuan said, “Yum Bao is pretty good, so I’ll call it this.”

Song Qingcheng felt his accommodating, with a slight curve on his mouth, and shook his big hand back: “What is the name of the child?”

“When I chose my nickname, didn’t I think about my name?”

“I’ll give you a nickname, and your big name.”

Song Qingcheng said: “This is fair.”

At this moment, the child on the bed moved and was about to wake up.

Yu Tingchuan slowly let go of her, got up and took her son out of the crib. The little guy was not very good at crying except for crying. He was half awake, lying in the palm of his father’s hand, not afraid or confused, and then fell asleep again, so well-behaved. outrageous.

Song Qingcheng was still sitting on the ground, watching Yu Tingchuan hug her son and pacing standing by the bed. At this moment, her eyes seemed to have only the father and son, and her mood became more peaceful.

In the past 23 years, she has experienced things that some people will not encounter in her life, but she has never been depressed and blamed for this. When she was wronged and desperate, it was not that she had never questioned the injustice of fate, but until now , She has thoroughly understood that destiny is not really unfavorable to her.

In terms of family relationships, she had a grandpa and a grandmother; in love, she used to like Shen Zhi. It was a throbbing heartbeat at a young age. When she was not sure whether it was love, this relationship ended without a problem. Yu Tingchuan, she was pretty sure that she loved him.

Yu Tingchuan is a completely different man from Shen Zhi.

The way she developed feelings for him is also different from Shen Zhi. Without the company of her childhood sweethearts, although their ages are different, they are not enough to become the gap between them. When Yu Tingchuan is in her life, she no longer has Being afraid, even if it is hurtful gossip, she can face it calmly. This is the sense of belonging and security that Shen Zhi has never given her.

After reading his son this evening, Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone rang, and it was Yu Linjiang.

Yu Tingchuan closed the door and went to the study to answer the phone.

Before going to bed, Song Qingcheng looked at the comments on Weibo. It was not as bad as she thought, especially those who called her “Miss Sister”. There was no malicious intent, and it was more of a joke. She found one in a popular search. Chengcheng Chengcheng]’s user clicked on the other party’s homepage and saw that the other party started selling condoms on Weibo from the afternoon of the 12th.

Some netizens strongly condemned [Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng]’s brazen behavior, especially those on Weibo that introduced condoms and linked the purchase link. Eight or nine comments were verbal abuse.

[Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng Cheng] I ignored the abuse and continued to jubilantly publish the purchase links of various types of condoms, including the background of his homepage, with the splash-ink font that says ‘a man is going to be strong’, which is particularly eye-catching.

Song Qingcheng clicked on one of the purchase links and found that the monthly sales of condoms were quite good. The name of the online store was [Chengcheng’s Little Parrot].

Song Qingcheng: “…”

The next morning, Song Qingcheng woke up, she was already alone on the bed. When she got up, the note on the side of the bed with her palm pressed against the bed, Yu Tingchuan’s handwriting reminded her to cool down and put on more clothes today. It should be before he went to the company. What was left was written by hand, just to make her take it to heart.

So after getting up, she put a thin cardigan over her pajamas.

After washing and preparing to see the child, Shen Che called.

Just as Song Qingcheng picked it up, Shen Che said over there first: “Your husband is back to Hengyuan!”

“Your husband is now the boss of Hengyuan again! I just logged into Hengyuan’s public mail, and the appointment notice came down at 8:30 in the morning.”