Who’s The Boss? - Chapter 461

No one will dislike being maintained, or in a public way.

It feels like the whole world is enemy of her, but there is still such a person who will stand in front of her to block those rumors for her and prevent her from being attacked by wind and rain.

Song Qingcheng was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, with golden sunlight coming in behind her, her hands holding her mobile phone with ten fingers, Yu Tingchuan was interviewed by reporters on the first day when he returned to Hengyuan. In addition to announcing the news of his return to Hengyuan, it was more important. Yes, because of her.

If it’s just for the former, there is no need to make a public appearance like this.

According to previous related reports, she knows that Yu Tingchuan pays much attention to personal privacy, unless he is photographed by paparazzi, otherwise he seldom exposes in front of the media. Now the video can be released, but she wants to protect her from the pressure of public opinion. .

In the afternoon, the office of the president of Hengyuan.

Yu Tingchuan stood on the French window with shirt and trousers. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and held a cup of tea with the other. No one used this office after he left. He always kept it as it was. He took a sip of tea. The line of sight continued to look at the distant scenery.

There was a knock on the door, and Xu Dong came in.

When Xu Dong saw Yu Tingchuan pacing back to the Taipan table, the tea cup was resting on the table, and the sound was clear. Before Yu Tingchuan could ask, he first confessed: “Mr. Yu, the video has been sent out, do you need to intercept it?”

Sometimes, media interviews are always easy to violate each other’s agreement.

Whether it was leaked by reporters or photographers, of course, it may also be other people in the newspaper. Now the popularity is on the rise, but it also leaks the relevant privacy of the interviewee.

“Don’t bother about it for now.”

After a while, Yu Tingchuan said: “Since you want to pass it, let them pass it.”

Hearing the disapproving tone of the boss, Xu Dong was stunned. Such a spread is not a good thing, but it is not a bad thing. In the interview, facing the reporter’s questions, Yu Tingchuan was able to deal with it with ease, and there was nothing inappropriate.

However, Mr. Yu answered many personal questions.

This is what Xu Dong is worried about.

When the reporter writes the interview manuscript, he will not write down the entire interview process. It is a matter of selection. Now that the entire video flows out, some sensitive topics will follow.

Yu Tingchuan was able to allow reporters to raise personal topics, and he had already expected this result.

Before the interview, the director of the newspaper had a simple exchange with him, mainly based on his request. Later, when the reporter saw that he did not shy away from private issues, he naturally began to figure out his attitude, and found that he was not disgusted. The interview ended without any special instructions. , The newspapers will inevitably have good people who want to do something.

When Xu Dong went out, Yu Tingchuan called home.

Song Qingcheng was the one who answered the phone.

Song Qingcheng held the microphone and gave a feed. When she heard Yu Tingchuan’s voice, she did not speak any more. Yu Tingchuan leaned on the table of the executive class, his shirt cuffs were rolled up, and his voice was gentle: “No nap?”

After a long while, Song Qingcheng said, “Are you really back to Hengyuan today?”

Yu Tingchuan did not deny it.

“Some of them are not sure beforehand, and didn’t tell you in advance, and don’t want you to worry about them.”

Song Qingcheng didn’t pay much for such an explanation: “You don’t treat me as your own person if you cover it up like this.”

Yu Tingchuan heard the words and asked her: “How do you count yourself?”

“…” Song Qingcheng didn’t respond.

After a while, her perfunctory voice came from the receiver: “If you haven’t had lunch, you go quickly, don’t disturb you, hang up first, and wait for you to come back.”

After speaking, the phone was hung up.

Yu Tingchuan took the phone and looked at it, and he had indeed finished the call, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

As soon as he stood upright, Zhang Mingde’s call came in.

…

Zhang Mingde appeared at No. 8 Garden on Yunxi Road. It was around 4 o’clock in the afternoon. He went to Hengyuan first and briefly reported the matter to Yu Tingchuan. Yu Tingchuan did not directly make a decision and asked him to visit Yunxi Road again.

At that time, Song Qingcheng was playing with the baby in the nursery.

Knowing that the intimidation of the postal parcels had progressed, she went downstairs to meet Zhang Mingde.

Zhang Mingde put the relevant information on the coffee table and told Song Qingcheng that because she was the victim and the informant, considering the special circumstances she had just given birth, there should be someone at the police station coming to take notes for her tomorrow morning. Find out what happened.

“The man has been found in Gongshi. He is a junior at the School of Journalism and Communication.”

Zhang Mingde said that because of the supervision from Nancheng and the cooperation from Gongshi, the person was picked up within half a day, and the police had taken the person back to the police station.

Song Qingcheng heard Lawyer Zhang talk about the case and was told that it was the junior girl who had written an open letter to her on the Internet.

Hearing that, Song Qingcheng frowned slightly. The open letter looked deeply affectionate, but in fact it was suspected of discrediting her. The other party’s words on the bright surface were obviously after pondering, looking at caring and protecting her, and the information revealed in the words. But I wanted to deepen the public’s misunderstanding of her, and made it clear that I wanted her to suffer a dumb loss.

Zhang Mingde said: “According to my experience, the other party may propose a settlement.”

“Then what if I want to sue?”

Zhang Mingde was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Song Qingcheng had this attitude and went directly to the private mediation to prosecute, but he was stunned for only a moment, and then he explained: “The case is light, it is detention and fines. If you rely on the Criminal Law, It is also possible. If the circumstances are serious, the sentence will be up to three years in prison.”

Song Qingcheng was silent for a few seconds, and then decided: “Then sue.”

At five o’clock in the evening, Zhang Mingde left.

Soon, Song Qingcheng received a call from the Gongshi Police Station.

The other party was a middle-aged policeman. He briefly talked about the situation on the phone. Zhang Mingde stopped by the police station just now, so the police station in Gongshi already knew that the informant planned to sue.

Even if the female college student made a mistake, the local people in Gong City would inevitably favor the locals, so the police called Song Qingcheng to help mediation. I hope she can choose to coordinate the compensation in private and not bring the matter to the court.

“This girl already knew she was wrong. She was scared to cry when she entered the police station in the afternoon. Her parents also rushed over just now. They looked at ordinary people. I shouldn’t care about this. But I see their family. It’s really not easy. The little girl will have an internship next year. If she goes to court now, it will definitely affect her future work.

The policeman groaned, and then said: “In fact, we have all educated her, and she will definitely not dare to do it again in the future. Otherwise, you two will talk over the phone and settle the matter.”

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Let’s make less tonight, just make up a little extra-

“Parenting Collection N+2”

Mrs. Yu was very worried after discovering Mr. Xiao Yu’s lustful potential, especially afraid that he would be merciful when he grew up like his grandfather.

So one night, Mrs. Yu did ideological work for Mr. Xiao Yu.

“You have to be one-minded in doing things, just like you like Tang Mianmian in your class, you can’t go to Sun Xiaofei in the next class at the same time, you know?”

The four-year-old Mr. Xiaoyu thought for more than ten seconds, and nodded his head seriously: “Then I will be like this in the morning. I like Tang Mianmian in the morning and Sun Xiaofei in the afternoon… Our class has another sister who is very cute. I decided to like her in the evening. .”

As he said, his little face was full of shyness.

Mrs. Yu: “…when I didn’t say anything.”