Who’s The Boss? - v2 Chapter 27

William added: “I also have a Chinese name, my name is Mark, Marx’s horse, Marx’s gram.”

“…” Song Qingcheng.

In front of outsiders, Mr. Yu always behaves with great grace.

At the very least, in Song Qingcheng’s impression, he has never seen Yu Tingchuan not giving face to anyone in public. Maybe this is a common characteristic of businessmen, he will not do things absolutely, and always leave one-third of his room.

Just like now, William claimed to be her good friend, and Yu Tingchuan was not upset. He put the napkin he picked up on the table and held William’s right hand: “Yu, Song’s husband.”

As he said, Yu Tingchuan spoke warmly again: “I heard Qingcheng mentioned that I met a foreign friend and I never had the opportunity to meet. I met here tonight. If Mr. Ma doesn’t mind, sit down and have a meal together.”

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng turned his head and glanced at the man next to him.

She wasn’t sure if Yu Tingchuan was polite, but the one named “Mark” took it seriously anyway.

William pulled a chair in front of the dining table next to him, remembering something before sitting down, and looked up at Yu Tingchuan: “Mr. Yu, I have a friend, can I invite him?”

Naturally, Yu Tingchuan had no objection.

Not long after, William’s friend came over.

Pei Ji is a Chinese, in his early thirties. Compared to William’s normal, whether he is wearing or talking, he is active in the fashion circle of Nancheng Shanghai. His eyes are venomous, and he can almost recognize Yu Tingchuan at a glance.

Glancing at the young woman next to Yu Tingchuan, he guessed the identity of the other person in his heart.

He didn’t expect that William, who had been thinking of the muse for a few years, was actually the wife of the CEO of Hengyuan.

Obviously, William himself did not know this.

Looking at his silly white sweet companion, Pei Ji rubbed his forehead. At this time, he seemed impolite if he wanted to leave. He sat next to William and saw the little boy who climbed off the chair and was led by his brother to play in the aisle. He retracted his gaze and greeted Yu Tingchuan with a greeting: “These two, must be the sons of President Yu’s family?”

Speaking of his son, Yu Tingchuan’s smile deepened, and his expression became more kind: “The child is tossing, it may make you unable to eat a stable meal.”

Pei Ji quickly said no: “Children are cute, I like children the most.”

Before he could finish his words, the little boy in denim overalls was already standing next to him, leaning on the chair, not talking, as if he was close to him, Pei Ji couldn’t help reaching out and touching the child’s head.

As a result, the little guy immediately ran away and continued to play with his brother.

Yu Tingchuan picked up the teapot and helped Pei Ji pour a cup of black tea: “Which company does Mr. Pei work for?”

Hearing this, Pei Ji took out his business card.

He handed it to Yu Tingchuan, explaining: “I have a studio in China, but I spend most of the time flying everywhere, like Milan and Paris. If there is a show, I will go over to see it. In contrast, William is better than me. Professional, I am his assistant at best.”

Beside, William was spinning around Song Qingcheng like a teddy dog.

In order to arouse Song Qingcheng’s interest in the modeling industry, William has counted countless supermodels, from male to female, from the end of the listing period to the most popular models in recent years.

“You know, baby.” William propped his chin with one hand and looked at Song Qingcheng intently: “You have a few models in China, who are well-known internationally, and their annual income has reached eight figures.”

Song Qingcheng lowered his head and ate his own beef.

From time to time, he looked sideways, paying attention to the two children watching the fountain not far away.

William was not discouraged: “Would you like to go to Paris to try?”

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng looked at William.

This question, almost every time he met, he would chase after himself to ask, just like the previous few times, Song Qingcheng pursed his lips and smiled, which was already a sign of refusal.

William said that he did not understand: “Do you really want to be famous?”

“A beautiful girl like you should stand on a high place and let people admire your beauty instead of spending the rest of your life in an ordinary way. You have to believe in my ability. As long as you are willing, I will use all the resources I have on hand to praise you. .”

Such words are like coaxing an innocent girl.

Song Qingcheng finally spoke, and asked him, “Do you really think I am suitable?”

According to her understanding, the aesthetics of Eastern women in Europe and America has always remained at the level of Danfeng eyes, small cherry mouths, and fair complexion. Among these three things, the only thing she can be hooked on is skin whiteness. As for the other two, wind The horse and the cow are not related, if she is really coaxed to think that she is’shocked as a man’, then she would be too blind.

William thought that she was persuaded by herself, and continued to instill poisonous chicken soup into Song Qingcheng: “The first time I saw you, you stood in the corridor and looked up at the pictures on the wall. That angle, that feeling, makes me unforgettable. , Very quiet and beautiful, since then I have known that you belong to the runway.”

Song Qingcheng was praised so bluntly for the first time, and he was somewhat uncomfortable.

Especially, her husband is by her side.

“I have brought a lot of models, some have become the world’s top supermodels, if you believe me, I can take you to Paris to develop, we don’t care about the Chinese market, no one abroad knows about you, even if you fail in the end, no one will make fun of you. You.” William said dryly, but he said more and more passionately: “E. BABY! When you take the first step, it will be easy later, you should be confident, believe in me, and believe in your own charm, you are unique!”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

At this moment, Yu Tingchuan suddenly asked: “How old is Mr. Ma this year?”