Who’s The Boss?

After smoking, Yu Tingchuan straightened up, threw away his cigarette butts and went to the rest room.

The layout of the rest room is the same as the home bedroom, except for all the furniture, there is an independent bathroom.

Yu Tingchuan took off his suit and hung it on a hanger, and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

There is still a faint scent in the air. The mirror on the wall is covered by water vapor. It is vague and unreal. Standing in front of the washstand, the man's shirt sleeves are rolled up a few times, and the tap is turned on. Washed on the big hands with well-knotted joints.

Suddenly, like some kind of induction, Yu Tingchuan raised his eyes and looked at the mirror in front of him.

The situation at the bathroom door was reflected in the mirror.

Song Qingcheng didn't know when he woke up, and was leaning against the door.

Turn off the faucet, take a towel and dry his fingers, after doing all this slowly, U Tingchuan turned around.

There is only one loose shirt on the girl, with some messy long hair falling on the collar of the shirt.

Yu Tingchuan glanced at her left foot.

On the white ankle, there is a small black rose tattoo.

Song Qingcheng was also staring at Yu Tingchuan for an instant, and she woke up from her sleep about the moment he lit the cigarette. She also knew that when he was smoking, her eyes were always looking at herself.

"Does it look good?" she asked without beginning or end.

Yu Tingchuan retracted his gaze and put the towel in his hand aside: "Since I am awake, let Linda go to the dry cleaner."

With that, ready to go out.

Song Qingcheng ignored his indifferent tone of speech, and walked up to him a few steps. While successfully blocking the way, she raised her head and asked Yu Tingchuan's dark eyes, "Why give me a check?"

The bathroom is dimly lit and in the cramped corners, but the girl's eyes are very direct.

Song Qingcheng grabbed a button on the man's shirt and whispered, "Or... are you so generous to everyone?"

At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside.

The loud beep sound came too abruptly.

Song Qingcheng felt restless for a moment, and subconsciously let go of the buttons in his hands.

Before she retreated, Yu Tingchuan had long arms, and Song Qingcheng was taken into the man's arms.

As he wished, Yu Tingchuan saw the panic flashing on the girl's face, and his voice was suppressed a little lower: "I thought I had already said it clearly."

Song Qingcheng calmed down quickly, raised his eyes and looked at him: "I understand, you don't."

Her apricot eyes were bright and stubborn in the dim light.

Yu Tingchuan: "It's not very likable for children like this."

Song Qingcheng saw herself in his pupils. Even though it was calm and calm, she felt a stormy sea in her emotions, but she still smiled bravely: "Little kid? It's a pity that I am not."

Yu Tingchuan looked back at her blankly.

Song Qingcheng's eyelashes twitched, "You only think I'm still young at twenty-two."

After speaking, he stared at the man's deep eyes again.

The eyes are facing each other, silently flowing in the air.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems only a few seconds—

Yu Tingchuan said: "The juniors nowadays are as disobedient as you?"

Song Qingcheng didn't move, but instead asked, "Are all the elders now preaching like you?"