Who’s The Boss?

Shen Che walked behind Song Qingcheng, saw the woman in the box, and softly asked Song Qingcheng's ear, "Why are there so many people, have you seen it?"

Song Qingcheng shook his head, unaware that someone else would be present at dinner tonight.

At this time, the woman also looked towards the door.

Mrs. Bian had already stood up, smiled and greeted Song Qingcheng a few words, and then introduced Song Qingcheng to the women next to her: "Miss Song, this is Miss Mu. It hasn't been long since returning to China. She is very interested in the online shop."

As he said, Mrs. Bian looked at that Miss Mu and smiled again: "Miss Mu, this is the Miss Song I just told you about, and he opened an online shop with that Mr. Shen."

When Miss Mu heard the words, the eyes that fell on Song Qingcheng were kind: "Miss Song looks so young, she should be in her early twenties."

Seeing the other's friendly attitude, Song Qingcheng also smiled slightly: "After the new year, he will be 23 years old."

"That's really young." Miss Mu nodded.

Song Qingcheng secretly observed after entering the box. When saying hello, she didn't see this Miss Mu standing up. When she approached, she found that Miss Mu was sitting in a wheelchair instead of a chair in the box. It depends on the age of the other person. No matter how well maintained, the temperament is there, it is not something you can have at the age of twenty-five or sixteen.

For a moment, Song Qingcheng remembered what Yu Jing had told her, and then recalled what Mrs. Bian had just said, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

When this speculation came to her mind, she felt a little weird again.

Even so, Song Qingcheng still showed a calm expression.

Boss Bian warmly greeted everyone to sit down.

"Come on, sit here." Mrs. Bian took Song Qingcheng's hand to her side.

Song Qingcheng was not easy to refuse the so-called not to hit the smiley with his hand, and was arranged by Mrs. Bian to sit on the left side of Miss Mu.

Shen Che and Boss Bian sat on the other side of the round table.

Song Qingcheng took a seat, and the light from the corner of his eye happened to pass over that Miss Mu's wheelchair.

As if she noticed her sight, Miss Mu smiled slightly and explained: "I had an accident before. It was very serious. I injured my leg at the time. I had to sit in a wheelchair when I went out all these years."

"..." Hearing the other party's initiative to mention the accident, Song Qingcheng didn't know how to answer the conversation, especially when the other party looked calm and couldn't say comforting words, and couldn't use it to laugh, so Song Qingcheng just pursed his lips and smiled. Not sure what is appropriate, it is better to respond with silence.

Mrs. Bian asked, "Is it a car accident?"

The Miss Mu smiled faintly: "A few years ago, I went to mountaineering and fell, and the climb fell heavily. Even if I try to do rehabilitation, it still has no effect."

"..." Song Qingcheng's movement of drinking water paused for a while.

Mrs. Bian nodded, showing pity: "Now that medicine is so advanced, if you continue to do rehabilitation, you will definitely get better."

Mu Qingyu's smile was very shallow, and she turned her head to look at Song Qingcheng and asked, "Ms. Song is now in business and has finished her studies? The family is also supportive?"

Before Song Qingcheng could speak, Shen Che had already said: "Her husband is very supportive and has given back the venture capital, but she will have to go to school in the next year, and I will be looking after the shop and thinking about hiring another person."

"Miss Song is already married?" Boss Bian was also surprised.

Song Qingcheng did not deny it.

Mrs. Bian laughed: "I really didn't see it."

Shen Che peeled off a pistachio and continued: "I won't say her husband's name, so that she won't go back and blame me for borrowing his husband for business. Anyway, boss Bian just needs to know that one day you won't be able to get the payment from us. You can go directly to the front desk of Hengyuan headquarters to report her name, and someone will pay you to settle the payment."

Boss Bian was overjoyed: "Yu Linjiang of Hengyuan Group, isn't that the richest man in Nancheng?"

Ranked among the best in the country's rich list.

"I know this." Mrs. Bian followed and said, "Hengyuan has invested in some projects in Yurao, and it is estimated that construction will start in the next year."

"Now Hengyuan is in charge of things like Yu Linjiang's second son. I have read interviews in the magazine before, but unfortunately I didn't see the photos." Boss Bian said regretfully: "The real rich, the children taught It's good to call one, and few are unsuccessful."

The Miss Mu said, "There is also a word called "Late Bloomer".

Boss Bian smiled and nodded.

In the box, the dining atmosphere is very pleasant.

Song Qingcheng felt that he was a little unable to blend in this joy, probably because he guessed who the person sitting next to him is. He broke his leg after climbing many years ago. He just returned home. His surname is Mu. He is about 30 years old. All these information are superimposed, except Yu Tingchuan's ex-wife, she couldn't think of a second person.

Even though this Miss Mu always had a smile on her lips, Song Qingcheng felt that her smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes. It seemed that she was just polite and polite, which made Song Qingcheng not very willing to have a deeper contact with her.

But already sitting here, getting up and leaving as soon as the food is served is too shameful.

Song Qingcheng was thinking, and the voice of Miss Mu came from nearby: "When I was at Ms. Song’s age, I was still studying in Japan and spent the whole day in the library. I didn’t know how to do business at all. The environment is not as developed as it is now. You can open an online shop at home to make money without going out."

"..." Song Qingcheng heard a few words in Japanese reading, and he became more sure of the other party's identity.

After confirming, doubts follow.

Why did Mu Qingyu appear here tonight? Song Qingcheng didn’t know if he was thinking too much. The woman was very sensitive in some aspects. The other party was Yu Tingchuan’s ex-wife. After returning to China, he ran into him at dinner, and couldn’t think of it. It's a coincidence.

Boss Bian and Mu Qingyu should have just met. This can be felt from the conversation between the two parties.

What Song Qingcheng didn't expect was that he and Yu Tingchuan's ex-wife would meet in this way on this occasion.

Now, the two people are sitting next to each other.

Putting these confusions and feelings behind me for the time being, to Shang Mu Qingyu’s gaze, Song Qingcheng was not nervous or at a loss. As usual, she chatted with Mu Qingyu for a few words. The topic was controlled by her at work. Above.

"In society now, it is really difficult to find a well-paid job." Mu Qingyu looked at Song Qingcheng and said, "Although I have been abroad these years, I also know that online shopping in mainland China has developed rapidly. Opening an online shop is a relatively low cost. The way of starting a business is very suitable for your generation of young people."

Song Qingcheng nodded: "I don't have enough social experience. I still rely on Shen Che in many aspects. It is an attempt and sharpening of the road in life."

These words, Song Qingcheng said very truthfully, and people could not find a handle.

Mu Qingyu smiled lightly: "I envy Miss Song's vigor and vitality. It reminds me of myself ten years ago. After so many years, I am used to ease and no longer have the urge to take risks when I was young."

Mrs. Bian interjected: "Look at what Miss Mu said, if you are old, then I still have it. In my eyes, Miss Mu is very attractive like this."

"Really?" Mu Qingyu sighed with a smile, "Unfortunately, men like young girls."

During the meal, Boss Bian turned the topic to cooperation.

Shen Che asked Boss Bian some questions about clothing. Song Qingcheng was listening to the juice while drinking juice. He also said something in the middle. In fact, Song Qingcheng also wanted to ask Boss Bian how he met Mu Qingyu. The occasion is wrong, and the problem can only be temporarily suppressed.

At the end of the dinner, Song Qingcheng received a call from Yu Tingchuan.

Seeing the caller ID on the phone, Song Qingcheng didn't answer the call immediately. He stood up with the phone, and out of politeness, he said to Mu Qingyu and Mrs. Bian next to him, "I'll go out and take a call."

…

In the corridor, Song Qingcheng answered the phone.

Listening to Yu Tingchuan’s concern over there, asking her whether she was at home or outside, Song Qingcheng put the phone in her ear, some cumbersome emotions deposited, and truthfully said: "I was eating out, and what you mentioned was that I was with the rest. Rao's supplier couple."

"When will I be able to go home?" Yu Tingchuan's tone became gentle when asked.

Song Qingcheng heard it, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "It shouldn't be too late. I didn't say that there will be other programs after dinner." Then, he asked him, "What about you, are you still on the way?"

At this moment, Yu Tingchuan is at a high-speed service station in Xuzhou.

Because this business trip is not too far, I did not choose airplanes or high-speed trains.

Song Qingcheng held the phone and said after a while: "There is still a woman at the dinner. I don't know her. Mrs. Bian introduced her surname as Mu. She has a problem with her legs. She has been sitting in a wheelchair. I listened to their conversation. Home country."

Yu Tingchuan did not specifically talk about his ex-wife with her. Song Qingcheng learned a lot about his ex-wife from others. So now, she didn’t use an aggressive tone to mention it, and then waited to hear from him. Get the answer there.

"Did she talk to you?" Yu Tingchuan asked openly.

Song Qingcheng hummed softly, and then said: "She is sitting next to me. People look very friendly, and she cares about my online shop."

When Yu Tingchuan heard the words, he smiled and said, "Now I still know how to use my words."

Listening to his calm male voice, Song Qingcheng's mood turned clear, and he said, "Then you want to tell me?"

"Don't pay attention to her." Yu Tingchuan's voice came, and Song Qingcheng wondered if he was smoking a cigarette, and when he stopped talking, was he lighting up soot: "Joice's mother returned home the night before. Nancheng, who arrived first, didn't tell. You are afraid of your random thoughts."

Song Qingcheng said in his heart, where did I have any random thoughts, and heard him say: "She ran to the dinner to see you, it was a result I did not expect. If you don't want to stay at the dinner, just leave first, and I will let Lao Zhao come to pick you up now. you."

It was confirmed that it was Yu Tingchuan's ex-wife in the box. Song Qingcheng did not want to go in to deal with it anymore. It was not the kind of game-playing personality. When the current husband meets her husband's ex, he must not be able to completely ignore it.

She paused for a while, and said, "I am in a hurry to let me go first. Are you afraid that she will tell me something?"