Who’s The Boss? - v2 Chapter 3

On the first day of the new year, the family went to a cemetery in the suburbs.

After sweeping the tomb and returning home, the sleeping child Rainbow Treasure was taken back to the nursery. The child’s brother and uncle picked up the fruit salad prepared by Aunt Gong and quietly went upstairs to see Rainbow Treasure. They couldn’t even take off their coats.

Little Yunbao seemed to like children very much, lying on her back in the small bed, watching Joice and Mu Yiyang, who were head to head, grinned silly.

Yu Sao specifically urged them not to feed fruit to children who are a few months old.

Song Qingcheng changed into home clothes in the bedroom and was about to go to the storage room. After passing by the baby’s room, he saw the pants lying at the door. The black-and-white shepherd’s tail never swept the floor. He was a little cozy in the room. , Mu Yiyang was carefully lifting the child out of the bed, and Joice moved the stool with him.

After confirming that his son was not crying, Song Qingcheng walked to the third floor with confidence.

When Yu Tingchuan came back, he entered the study.

During the New Year and holidays, some kind greetings cannot be spared.

Song Qingcheng also received messages from classmates and friends inviting her to go out to play, including high school classmates. After the college entrance examination, some classmates went to study in other places. They were busy for six months, even if everyone was still bubbling in the group and wanted to get together. , Can only be arranged during summer and winter vacations.

Su Mian was admitted to Nancheng Teachers College.

During the first holiday, she visited the No.8 Garden on Yunxi Road.

Holding a healthy and straightforward child, Su Mian’s figure is stiff, for fear of falling off the child, Yun Bao’s child is not a squeamish, she was sent to the arms of a strange aunt by her mother, with big smoky eyes open, and Su Mian was very cute. , Holding the child while speaking and refused to let go.

After a while, the child may be hungry and rub his head against Su Mian’s chest.

Xiao Chuan has strong hands, firmly grasping Su Mian’s sweater.

Su Mian watched Song Qingcheng skillfully holding the child to breastfeed him, yearning in his heart.

Although she is still young, she has always resisted childbirth. She is afraid that the child will become a burden for her in the future. She is even more afraid that she will be out of shape after giving birth. But now, she has seen how Song Qingcheng takes care of the child, which is different from what she originally thought. Same, Song Qingcheng, who had given birth to a child, did not become a yellow-faced woman, no different from before.

The child was lying on the sofa, holding the baby bottle in his little hand, shaking and shaking, whether the child understood or not, Song Qingcheng told his son not to move, and then quickly went to the bathroom and returned with a towel.

After a few months, Song Qingcheng didn’t know how to raise children, but he also had some experience.

Now, even if Sister Yu and the others are not there, she can change the diaper for her son alone.

Song Qingcheng checked WeChat and found that Yu Jing had sent her two messages.

[I plan to go home for the New Year. ]

[Just bought a ticket. ]

The message was received ten minutes ago.

Song Qingcheng replied and asked her: “Come back alone?”

Not long after, Yu Jing replied with an ‘um’: “I’m already packing my things, and I’m going to the airport in the afternoon.”

Switzerland is the first district in the east, 6 hours slower than mainland China.

Song Qingcheng came out of the storage room and received another message from Yu Jing: “My father arrived in Zurich last night and visited my mother and I. We ate dinner together, but then he went to the hotel by himself.”

The dark waves between parents will inevitably affect the children.

Even if the child is seventeen or eighteen years old.

Yu Jing sent a voice: “In front of my mother, I don’t know whether to help my dad or not, because I haven’t forgotten those things before, and my mother must remember all those things, but I don’t want to look at my dad He is alone, and I don’t want my mother to compromise for me, so it should be best for me not to stay here.”

Compared with half a year ago, Yu Jing is more able to think and speak and do things.

Song Qingcheng said: “If you want to come back, come back. You are right. Since it is a matter between adults, let them solve it by themselves. The only thing you have to do now is to take care of yourself.”

When eating at noon, Song Qingcheng told Yu Tingchuan about Yu Jing’s return to China.

Yu Tingchuan was not surprised by this.

It seems that Yu Qidong had long been expected to have such a result when he went to Switzerland.

After lunch, Yu Tingchuan asked Song Qingcheng to get dressed, implying that he planned to take her out in the afternoon.

“Then I have some kids prepare.”

“Don’t call them, just the two of us.”

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng looked at her husband who was sitting there puzzled.

Yu Tingchuan smiled faintly, and then said: “I don’t have time to accompany you during the year. Today is a rare free time. The children will be taken care of by Aunt Gong and the others. You and I will go out for a stroll, just to make up for the holiday ahead.”

Speaking of festivals, Song Qingcheng naturally thought of Valentine’s Day on the 14th.

Yu Tingchuan urged her again: “Go and change clothes.”

“Oh.” As he turned around, Song Qingcheng’s lips couldn’t help but curl up.

After ten minutes, Song Qingcheng went downstairs again.

They left home without telling the children specifically, but Yu Tingchuan picked up the coat on the sofa and only greeted Aunt Gong.

In the afternoon, they went to see a movie.

Just like that night in Yu Rao.

It’s just that now their relationship has changed and they are already justified couples.

People are everywhere in the cinema on the first day of the new year.

Yu Tingchuan watched a Lunar New Year comedy with her.

Seeing the funny part of the film, Song Qingcheng also laughed like other viewers, thinking of the person sitting next to him, couldn’t help but glanced around, just to meet Yu Tingchuan’s gaze, and then he heard him gently asking himself: ” What do you watch me do if you don’t watch the movie?”

“…” Song Qingcheng retracted his gaze, and his heart was full of sweetness.

Since she was pregnant, it has been a long time since she was “sleeping busy”.

After dinner, they went to a nearby bar.

It was the first time Yu Tingchuan brought Song Qingcheng to such an occasion. There was no deafening music. The guests sitting in the bar were mostly elites from all walks of life.

After Song Qingcheng took his seat, he took off his coat.

Because she was still breastfeeding, Yu Tingchuan ordered two glasses of juice.

Song Qingcheng asked: “Why did you bring me here?”

She thought he didn’t like her going in and out of places like bars.

“It’s not noisy here, it’s nice to come and sit occasionally.”

Yu Tingchuan sat sideways with long legs crossed.

Listening to his tone, I would come here before, but Song Qingcheng found that since she was with him, unless it was necessary for socializing, Yu Tingchuan basically did not return late, so naturally she couldn’t spare time to sit in the bar.

Thinking of the situation in the bar, Song Qingcheng asked again: “Do you come here often?”

“Sometimes, there is no entertainment in the evening, and there is no other arrangement. I will sit with Jiang Chi and the others.”

“Will there be girls coming over to talk to you?”

In fact, she wanted to ask if a woman would strike up a conversation with you.

When the words came to her lips, she was tampered with slightly.

But the meaning is similar.

Yu Tingchuan’s deep eyes fell on her face, and he asked instead: “I used to sing in a bar, did a guy strike up a conversation with you?”

Under the blurred lights, Song Qingcheng felt that Yu Tingchuan looked particularly calm and charming.

The roots of her ears are a little hot, and while lowering her head to bite the straw, her mouth has a shallow arc, and then vaguely said: “I sing in a serious bar, and there is no such mess of people.”

After a while, Song Qingcheng raised his head and said, “I’ll sing you a song.”

Yu Tingchuan hadn’t answered yet. She stood up and left her seat to go to the station. Song Qingcheng found the person in charge of the bar. She didn’t know how she told the other party. After listening, the other party nodded and promised to let her sing on stage. Yu Tingchuan sat down. Go on, watching her step onto the resident singing stage, her face is warm and enthusiastic.

In the clear bar, a singer suddenly changed, and the others didn’t notice it cared.

Song Qingcheng chose the song “Baikal”.

The female singer’s voice was clear and peaceful, and she sang the artistic conception of the lyrics, which caused many guests to turn their heads.

On the resident stage, the singer is a beautiful young woman.

Dressed without heavy makeup, with sweaters and jeans on her body, her long black hair with fluffy curls, draped down, falling on her shoulders and chest, it is an indescribable style in winter.

She took the microphone and sat on the bar chair, singing continued–

[In my arms, in your eyes]

[The spring breeze there is intoxicated, the green grass is there]

[Moonlight spreads love all over the lake]

[A campfire for two people lights up the whole night]

…

[Think more about a certain day, the past reappears]

[We linger on the shore of Lake Baikal]

[This lifetime, this time is too little]

[Not enough to prove the affection of melting snow]

[Just one day, you suddenly appeared]

[You are clear and mysterious, on the shore of Lake Baikal]

…

After Song Qingcheng sang this song, applause broke out in the bar one after another.

She did not go down immediately, looked over the crowd, fixed herself on the person she was looking for, and then said: “This song “Baikal” is dedicated to my favorite husband, thank him for his appearance and enrich the rest of my life. , I am also grateful for his appearance, which has warmed me for the two winters since 2016.”

“It may be a bit nauseous to say this, but I am very fortunate that you will be with you for the rest of my life, and I am also very grateful that you are willing to choose me to be your life partner. You also gave me the courage to face those past, the church How do I love someone, how do I maintain my life.”

Before the voice fell, the applause was deafening again.

Some even whistled and booed.

Song Qingcheng’s eyes were as hot as her face. She wanted to say something, but her brain was briefly empty. She only saw Yu Tingchuan stand up and watched him step by step. Then, she was surrounded by the domineering aura of a man. .

Amidst the shouts of’kissing’ in the audience, Yu Tingchuan held her cheek, lowered his head and kissed her lips, prying open her teeth.

In an instant, Song Qingcheng could no longer hear the noise around him.

Her heart was beating in her chest.

Song Qingcheng did not expect that Yu Tingchuan would kiss himself like this in public.

When the kiss ended, Yu Tingchuan opened her lightly, took the microphone, looked at the audience with a smile, and said, “The children at home are fooling around, making everyone laugh.”

In the bar there was kind laughter.

Song Qingcheng wanted to refute, but Yu Tingchuan looked at her gently.

Such gentleness made her mute instantly.

The heat on Song Qingcheng’s face remained unchanged until he left the bar.

On the way back, Yu Tingchuan didn’t hold the right hand of the steering wheel, and never left her thigh. Even through the jeans, she seemed to feel the hotness that would burn her.

Song Qingcheng gave birth to the child for half a year, she and Yu Tingchuan did not have frequent intimacy. Although there is a confinement in the family, many times, whether it is she or Yu Tingchuan, she prefers to take her own children to sleep at night, and Yu Tingchuan also lives on the second floor. , Some things can be reduced as much as possible.

On one occasion, Yu Tingchuan went home after socializing at night.

Because I drank some wine at the dinner table, when I was lying on the bed, I felt it, and I held it on Song Qingcheng for a while. When he was on the rise, Yu Tingchuan turned over and let Song Qingcheng sit on him and continue.

If he didn’t pay attention, there was too much noise, and he awakened his son who was sleeping in the crib.

The four-month-old Rainbow Boy rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look out, then kicked and burst into tears.

The final result, a cloud and rain hurriedly ended.

Taking into account that there were two more children at home, that night, Yu Tingchuan and his wife went outside to finish their work before entering the house, because in the car, Song Qingcheng was the one above, and his hips were sore, even so, they went upstairs. It is the first time to go to the baby room to see my son.

Aunt Yu leaned against the bed and dozed off, and woke up when she heard footsteps.

In the crib, Rainbow Kid was asleep, grabbing one thing in each hand. Song Qingcheng recognized her head strap and Yu Tingchuan’s watch.

“In the past, the little guy was sleepy and sleepy after nine o’clock in the evening. Today, he refused to play with him. His brother and uncle didn’t want to play with him. He started to cry a few fakes. Just looking out, Aunt Gong said he missed Mom and Dad.”

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In the next chapter, the little devil is going to walk~

Not every other day on weekends, see you tomorrow night O (∩_∩) O~