Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 20 Mr. Yu, the murderous gentleman

Before Song Qingcheng received flowers from the opposite sex, he was mentioned by Mr. Yu on his own initiative before taking a break this night.

Adhering to the principle of frankness between husband and wife, the parties truthfully explained the cause and effect. In the end, Mrs. Yu pretended to be cryptic and said: “I used to hear people say that men in fancy clothes are more feminine in their hearts.”

When Mr. Yu heard her’comfort’ with no scientific basis, he couldn’t help laughing. He looked at his wife’s caring gaze, and his expression eased. He squeezed her little hand and asked her: “Do you think your husband is such a prudent person?” ”

“…” Song Qingcheng didn’t answer.

Yu Tingchuan said again: “My wife was given flowers. As a husband, I should be happy.”

Song Qingcheng: “Why?”

“This shows that my wife is indeed an attractive woman.”

Hearing that, Song Qingcheng curled his lips slightly and couldn’t help but said: “So marrying me as a wife is your blessing, you must cherish it, otherwise, there will be more and more suitors.”

Mr. Yu followed with a smile and sat on the side of the bed to embrace her shaved shoulders: “If you really want this, you can only take it with you every day, so that you don’t want to run away with someone inadvertently one day.”

Song Qingcheng raised his head and kissed his cheek: “If you are here, I won’t run with people.”

In response, Mr. Yu just embraced her more and more.

The next day, it was Children’s Day. Yu Tingchuan turned away to go golfing with business friends. At 3:30 in the afternoon, he drove his two children out to fish.

Song Qingcheng wanted to participate in school activities, but did not follow.

Little friend Yun Bao was told to go fishing in the afternoon. He was so happy. When Yu Sao prepared milk powder and boiling water for him, he lay on tiptoe on the side of the chest of drawers, stretched out his hand to touch and touched, and then took Zhang to make a diaper. To Sister Yu, the meaning is very clear, let Sister Yu put it in the bag that she carries when going out.

In the evening, Song Qingcheng returned at more than six o’clock.

Seeing the Land Rover outside the fence, Song Qingcheng also stopped the Beetle.

When she entered the yard, she saw Rainbow Treasure standing on the cobblestone path at a glance. The little guy was standing there, next to Sister Yu who was bending over and holding a wet towel to wipe his hands. Sister Yu was wiping and muttering: “Go out and fish. Fish, how come it fell like this.”

Song Qingcheng was slightly short-sighted, and she approached slightly before she could see the appearance of her son.

The little guy seems to have just been fished out of a quagmire. The jeans are very clean, but the T-shirt and the whole head are covered with foul-smelling silt. The wet and dirty hair seems to be covered with spikes. With that dirty face, when he rolled his eyes, the whites of his eyes were especially clear.

Seeing him so unlucky, as a mother, laughed unkindly.

Sister Yu said that she fell into the smelly ditch by the river.

Not long after, Mr. Yu took out a footbath filled with warm water from the villa to bathe his son. As the older brother, Joice helped his younger brother to change the clothes.

Song Qingcheng learned afterwards that Yu Tingchuan took the children to go fishing, and there was a mini net bag on the side of the road, and the little guy lay on the side of the car window and watched.

Seeing that his son liked it, Mr. Yu specifically stopped to buy one for each of his children.

When he arrived at the riverside around the city for fishing, Mr. Yu had been taking care of the children, and the two brothers were also well-behaved. One learned his father to fish while the other walked around in a small area with a small bucket.

Later, Yu Tingchuan answered the phone.

After walking away for less than five minutes, when he came back, the youngest son had fallen upside down in the ditch.

Joice was sitting by the ditch, desperately trying to pull his brother up.

The cause of the incident was that the little guy watched his father go, and got fat, and ran to catch the butterfly with the plastic net bag. As a result, he didn’t pay attention to his feet and fell all over the sky.

This time, maybe because of a guilty conscience, the little guy didn’t sue anyone.

After the weekend, Song Qingcheng went to school.

At the end of the four classes in the morning, she saw Yu Chiyun’s figure downstairs.

The little guy is wearing a British style shirt and shorts with suspenders. It’s hardly cute. He walks up and down the hall, and Yu’s wife sits aside, watching the child wear and wear between the college students, when the child is about to fall. At that time, she immediately leaned forward to help.

Don’t need Yu’s wife to remind you, the little guy will find his mother first.

The little friend Yun Bao was like a small missile. He aimed at the direction and rushed towards him. He hugged his mother’s leg. Song Qingcheng looked down at his dependent son with a different kind of sweetness in his heart. He bent over and picked him up.

When she met familiar classmates and was asked who the child was, she told the truth.

So, the little guy received a wave of snacks.

Sitting on a stone bench by the roadside of the school, Song Qingcheng packed the snacks into his schoolbag, but the Yunbao children did not let them go, grabbing them in his arms again, not forgetting to declare the ownership: “It is Yunbao’s!”

As the child grows up, the overbearing power becomes more and more obvious.

Song Qingcheng didn’t want his son to develop his own personality, so he forcibly took a jelly from his arms: “There are so many snacks, you definitely can’t finish it by yourself.”

“The cloud treasure is hidden.” The little guy retorted her.

“What should I do if it breaks after hiding for a long time?”

“Eat Rainbow Treasure.”

Song Qingcheng took another lollipop: “Eating bad things will make you sick.”

The little guy’s mind turned fast, and immediately said, “Before it breaks, Rainbow Treasure will eat.”

With that said, he reached out to grab the rainbow lollipop.

Song Qingcheng just refused to give it, while educating him: “Those uncles and aunts give you food because you are my child. Without me, others would not give it to you.”

“No.” The little guy shook his head: “Rainbow is cute, they like it.”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

Looking at the greedy woman looking for a reason, Yun Bao sighed, took out the package of Mimi Shrimp Crackers from his arms, and took the initiative to pass it over, emphasizing like a villain: “The last one.”

Aunt Yu couldn’t help laughing.

Later, Song Qingcheng asked Yu’s wife to find out that it was the school Yu Tingchuan asked them to come to.

“My husband said on the phone that he should let the young master come and see where his mother goes to school on weekdays.” Aunt Yu smiled and said, “Old Zhao sent us to the door, and I told him to go back first.”

Mrs. Yu suddenly discovered that Mr. Yu did not trust her 100%.

This discovery made the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Song Qingcheng still had two classes in the afternoon, so she took Yu Sister-in-law and her son to the school’s private restaurant for dinner, and she ordered the child’s meat with custard and a bowl of wonton.

The little guy sits on the children’s chair, holds the spoon by himself, and eats happily.

After lunch, the little guy still doesn’t want to go home.

He took his mother’s hand and sat in the empty lecture hall, wanting to go to class together.

William came to Song Qingcheng at the right time in the afternoon.

When he really saw the son in her mouth, he was still slightly taken aback. Then, he put the champagne rose on the table, squatted on one knee, holding Rainbow Flesh’s right hand, with deep and tender eyebrows: “Little gentleman, I don’t know. Is it an honor for me to hug you?”

Before he finished his words, he slapped his right cheek.

The assailant–

The little gentleman in his mouth.

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