Who’s The Boss? - Chapter 471

Song Qingcheng nestled next to Yu Tingchuan, shook his big hand on his face, feeling the warmth of his palm, and then said: “Don’t do anything for me, don’t offend anyone for me, it’s good now. It’s enough for me to have you and children.”

Although she didn’t say some things on weekdays, she was always clear in her heart.

Outside the city, she can be so alone, but someone has blocked the intrusion for her.

Just like Yu Tingchuan can guess her mind from time to time, sometimes, she can also detect what he is doing, no matter how good or bad, she didn’t say anything, because she felt that since he didn’t tell herself, there must be his reason.

It is easy to talk about it, but the hard part is to keep it in mind.

When he was thinking about her, she also wanted to think about him more instead of just asking for it.

Song Qingcheng said again: “It is impossible for a person to live a lifetime to be fair and considerate. I read this sentence from the book when I was still there. I had a wrong mentality at the time. I felt that this sentence was very negative. When the environment has changed, I will understand this sentence again. I find that it no longer represents compromise. It just tells me that in the face of life, I need to be at ease. I should not give in to others in my life, but I should not be aggressive and care about everything. In fact, It’s also a kind of greed.”

Hearing this, Yu Tingchuan slowly embraced her shoulders.

In the past moment, he said: “Satisfaction is not greedy, peaceful and happy, doing fun and good, not losing the regularity, acting in a timely manner, being content with oneself, everything is safe, and it can last for a long time, the same principle.”

Song Qingcheng smiled.

She stretched out her other hand, wrapped around the child’s body, and also grabbed the corner of the man’s pajamas: “It’s a bit esoteric, but I understand it.”

Yu Tingchuan smiled and his tone was relieved: “Smart students usually know how to draw inferences from one another.”

“If you don’t say that, I also know that I am smart.”

As soon as Song Qingcheng’s words landed, Yu Tingchuan lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but want to respond.

Because there is still a child in the middle, the kiss between the two is a bit awkward, deeper than a dragonfly, but not too lingering. After the kiss, Song Qingcheng reached into Yu Tingchuan’s pajamas, from his sturdy chest Move to his shoulder blades, and finally hook his neck.

Since she was in the late stages of pregnancy, the two of them have never had sex. During the confinement period, there were even fewer affectionate behaviors. One was because of her postpartum body, and the other was because of what happened on the Internet during this period. mood.

It was this kiss that Yu Tingchuan took the initiative to end.

Later, Song Qingcheng heard his magnetic voice: “Still in confinement, physical recovery must be the first priority.”

Compared with other men of the same age, Yu Tingchuan’s needs in men’s and women’s affairs can be regarded as restraint. He will not lose his desires and hopes, but he knows how to deal with them reasonably.

For example, if she is unwell, he will never ask her to do anything.

Lying on the bed, Song Qingcheng hugged her son with a bit of heat on her face. Seeing Yu Tingchuan lying down, her heart seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, her mouth bends uncontrollably while closing her eyes.

…

Shen Zhi went to the police station to surrender, because the prosecution period for the deliberately wounding case has expired. He was not detained by the police and returned to Shen’s house late that night.

On the morning of September 21st, when public opinion continued to ferment, Shen Zhi came to the No. 8 Yunxi Road Park.

At that time, Yu Tingchuan was still at home.

Aunt Gong received a video doorbell call, learned that a customer was visiting, and turned to ask the restaurant’s husband. Yu Tingchuan put down the newspaper in his hand, got up and walked to the door, saw Shen Zhi in the video, he asked the security to release the people, and then explained Gong. Auntie said something, and went upstairs by herself.

When Aunt Gong came to inform Song Qingcheng, the latter was standing in front of the washstand to wash.

Song Qingcheng asked: “Mr. is not there?”

“Mr. is accompanying the child.” Aunt Gong explained: “The guest said he was looking for his wife, so I will tell you directly.”

Song Qingcheng nodded: “Then I change my clothes and go down.”

…

After walking around the stairway and seeing Shen Zhi in the living room, Song Qingcheng’s footsteps stopped.

Shen Zhi noticed it, raised his head, and his eyes were calm.

Aunt Gong gave a cup of tea and left first.

When Song Qingcheng walked into the living room, Shen Zhi looked at her and said, “I am here today. Apart from saying sorry to you for being late, I still want to talk to you face to face.”

Song Qingcheng looked back at him, but didn’t understand for a while.

Shen Zhi’s face looked open-minded: “I have bought a ticket for 10:30 in the morning, and I will go directly to the high-speed rail station later.”

“Are you leaving South City?”

Shen Zhi nodded.

Song Qingcheng suddenly didn’t know what to say. When she remembered what happened last night, she turned her eyes to Shen Zhi again: “I watched the video. Although it has been many years, thank you.”

The politeness contained in this thank you made Shen Zhi feel uncomfortable.

He looked up and looked at Song Qingcheng, where Tingting was standing. She was dressed in cotton shirts and trousers. Her figure after delivery was not bloated. Her long hair was smoothly draped over her shoulders and chest. It was a kind of casual beauty. Compared with the past, Song Qingcheng, who was a mother, even if he was only 23 years old, no matter his face or temperament, he had a little more mature and gentle charm.

After a while, Shen Zhi asked, “The child is still sleeping?”

“Wake up.” Song Qingcheng said truthfully: “Upstairs with the child’s father.”

Shen Zhi nodded.

After a while, Shen Zhi said: “Yesterday afternoon, I went to Hengyuan to find Yu Tingchuan.”

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng looked at him.

“I have told him everything in the past. He is your husband and has the right to know, including between us. There has never been any further development. Let him know that he will treat you less grievously after all.”

Song Qingcheng suddenly asked Shen Zhi, “Leaving Nancheng, are you planning to travel?”

“…Not sure yet.” Shen Zhi said: “Just walk around and take a look. If you find it suitable, you should stay there forever.”

As he said, he looked at Song Qingcheng: “I was sitting in the interrogation room of the police station last night, and all the things I thought about but didn’t understand came to my mind.” After a pause, he said, “I used to Fame and profit are too important, and now I have figured it out, and I want to put aside everything and live for myself.”

Song Qingcheng understood what he meant, but couldn’t comment on it.

“In the past, I always felt that I could take care of my relationship and career, but I forgot that the relationship could not be used as a deal. In the end, I am sorry for everyone. Leaving here is not only a relief for myself, but also for others.”

At this time, there was the sound of things falling from the floor.

Shen Zhi didn’t stay any longer, but when he was leaving, he walked to the door. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and took Song Qingcheng, who had seen him off, into his arms.

Song Qingcheng subconsciously wanted to push him away, but cold tears fell on her neck.

What lingered in his ears was Shen Zhi whispering sorry.

After that, Shen Zhi slowly let go of her, and left the villa without looking back, leaving her sight.

Song Qingcheng stood at the hallway, did not go out to give people away, and did not say anything. About five or six minutes in the past, she turned around and went back upstairs.

In the baby room, Yu Tingchuan is sitting on a stool with his son.

Seeing Song Qingcheng coming in, he asked, “Anyone gone?”

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