Who’s The Boss?

I don’t know what the young man said, the girl lowered her eyelashes and chuckled, her facial features were naturally beautiful, and after she burst into a smile, especially in the sun, her eyebrows instantly became vivid, her eyelashes were thick and black, like the thin wings of a butterfly. Reflecting the fair skin, the eyelids showed a unique and attractive style.

The young man bent his head and whispered to Song Qingcheng in a low voice. The affectionate gestures revealed the ambiguity that made people think.

After Song Qingcheng listened, he smiled sweetly and looked at the other party with intent and interest.

Yu Tingchuan's stay was not an instant.

The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He retracted his gaze from the floor-to-ceiling window, took out the phone and took a look, then walked to the door and answered the phone.

...

"The weather next Thursday is good, but it is suitable for surfing."

The young man drank a sip of beer and learned that the beauty in front of him also loves surfing. He couldn't help but throw an olive branch: "If you want to join, I will contact you when the time comes, and you will go to sea with us."

Song Qingcheng's eyes were still watching the direction of the door. When she heard the young man's words, she slowly closed her eyes and smiled at the young man, but her smile was somewhat distracted, no longer as charming and charming as before: "I shouldn't have much time recently. "

After speaking, turn around and leave.

The young man didn't know what went wrong, and couldn't bear to give up this affair. He subconsciously blocked Song Qingcheng's path, and said accommodatingly: "Then when are you free, let's make another appointment?"

Song Qingcheng faintly smiled: "It's no longer necessary."

"..." The young man did not understand.

"This beer, even if I invite you."

Song Qingcheng put a hundred yuan red note on the table next to him, with a beer bottle, and walked towards the door.

...

After Yu Tingchuan answered the phone, he didn't rush back to the stadium.

He lighted a cigarette, stood in the shade of the tree beside the steps with one hand in his pocket, and looked at the distant scenery, with a little slack in his leisure.

After a while, the sound of turmoil came from behind, and Yu Tingchuan cast light from the corner of his eye.

Song Qingcheng just broke free from the man's entangled hand, and hurried down a few steps, but when he saw Yu Tingchuan who was only a few steps away from him, his feet were sluggish. Obviously he did not expect that he was still in front of the club, especially looking at the man's pair. With her calm eyes, her heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat.

Just the next moment, Yu Tingchuan opened his eyes and continued to look at the scenery on the court.

His eyes met, but in a daze.

Because of this dazedness, Song Qingcheng was caught by the young man behind him, "Don't go, I didn't have a good conversation just now."

The young man’s tone was a bit frivolous. He just showed modesty and politeness, but just wanted to make a good impression on the other party. Unexpectedly, he was entertained. He felt that Song Qingcheng was secretly struggling. Not only did he not let go, he increased his hands. Strength: "I still have a few friends playing there, and we will get to know each other together."

With that said, he wanted to take people somewhere on the court.

Song Qingcheng's struggle intensified, and his expression was cold: "I am not interested in your friends, let me go."

Seeing that she was so ignorant, the young man had no patience: "They are all coming out to play, pretending to be high-minded, not just wanting men to **** with their legs!"

Such abusive language, if you change to a normal girl, you will be embarrassed without crying.

Song Qingcheng listened, his face didn't blush, he didn't pant, just smiled lightly: "I miss a man, but I'm not hungry enough to get a shoddy."

The youth's complexion was extremely bad, and Song Qingcheng threw his hand away again without paying attention.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was about to descend the steps, he was so angry that he rushed to push Song Qingcheng from the back.

Unprepared to be caught off guard--

Although Song Qingcheng wore flat shoes and was pushed and shoved like this, her feet were coldly stepped in the air, her shaved shoulders suddenly hit a warm wall, solid but flexible, and the smell of fresh tobacco swept her face and encroached on her mouth. Nose breathing.

The scene of rolling to the ground did not happen.

Song Qingcheng's soft waist was followed by a man's hand with distinct bones.

The other party seemed to have caught her without much effort.