Section 375
The skirt is loose and the arms are slender. If it weren’t for a little belly, you really wouldn’t see that this is a pregnant woman.
A dark brown necklace rope was exposed at the snow-white neck.
Vice President Zhang Pingzhang, who sat beside Yu Tingchuan, immediately recognized that this girl was the girl who celebrated the 50th anniversary of Hengyuan last year. He and Liang from the headquarters actually got closer and more or less heard something about Yu Yu’s private affairs from each other.
Last year, Liang, the host of Japanese guests, said that manager Yu had brought this girl with him. At that time, Liang, the wine table, sighed with emotion, "How many heroes planted this card!"
I have to admit that she is really a beautiful girl.
Especially such a glimpse
It’s not just Zhang Fuzong. Others can’t help but look at the stairs out of curiosity.
Yu Tingchuan has been to the headquarters with Song Qingcheng, but not many employees have really seen her. Although she read the newspaper not long ago, the photos are blurred. At this moment, it is difficult to see the heroine’s true colors.
Song Qingcheng really didn’t expect the company people to come home early in the morning.
Yesterday, I heard Yutingchuan let the surface management personnel come to see him. Her location is Hengyuan headquarters, but it is Yunxi Road.
Song Qingcheng didn’t go to see anyone’s face. There was no one she knew. She wasn’t sure if she had disturbed them. They said in their hearts that it was not embarrassing or false. After all, people who were unfamiliar were worried about being rude.
It’s impolite to want to go back to the building now that others have seen it.
But the whole song dynasty didn’t take the bottom of my heart off guard.
She smiled at Yu Tingchuan’s dark eyes and raised a shallow arc on her lips, which was also a disguised greeting to the guests at home.
Yu Tingchuan began again, "Why don’t you put on a coat?"
"Not cold. It’s a little high today."
One question and answer session is like a conversation between ordinary couples getting up early.
There is no tepid introduction to each other’s identity, but it is enough to make others feel the tacit understanding.
Song Qingcheng didn’t want Yutingchuan to introduce these people to her. Compared with exchanging pleasantries when the time comes, it makes her more self-satisfied.
After the building, she didn’t go into the living room and went around to the kitchen.
Aunt Gong has prepared breakfast.
I saw rice fragrance coming from the gas stove casserole to Song Qingcheng’s mouth, "Drink porridge today?"
Aunt Gong chuckled and opened the lid to put the sliced mandarin ducks, scallions, ginger and shrimps in. "Yes, Mr. Gong specifically told me that I had to drink porridge for a change. These mandarin ducks were brought back by Mr. Gong after exercise, and guests came to the house soon."
Song Qingcheng asked, "When will the guests come over?"
"About 7: 15," Aunt Gong answered her while stirring in a spoon casserole. "I should go to the room, but Mr. Gong said that we can talk directly in the living room without going downstairs."
Speaking of which, Aunt Gong took a look at Song Qingcheng and smiled more. "I think Mr. Gong should be concerned about the large number of people and the movement of the building will be a big problem."
At that time, Song Qingcheng was still sleeping, and someone was walking around outside one after another, and she would surely wake up.
"Do the guests want to have breakfast here?"
"This gentleman didn’t say."
A while ago, some people from the company occasionally came to Yunxi Road No.1 Park, but Mr. Ji didn’t leave anyone for dinner. Only friends like Mr. Gu and Dr. Jiang would have breakfast or midnight snack here.
Song city wanted to mean to say "then I’ll ask"
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Song Qingcheng appeared at the door of the living room and didn’t tell Yu Tingchuan that he wanted to keep people for breakfast. "Aunt Gong cooked porridge and I came to ask if I still need to steam some dumplings?"
At the moment, Yu Tingchuan is leaning forward with his left hand holding the file and crossing his leg to understand his wife’s words. Seeing that her eyes are bright, it seems that he really wants to entertain these guests. He slightly evokes the gentle tenderness in his thin eyes and then opens his mouth. "Let Aunt Gong make some more pasta, vice president. They will have breakfast here and go directly to the company."
In addition to the song city, others are flattered.
Zhang Ping was the first to speak. "It’s very kind of manager Yu. Let’s just go out and get something to eat."
When Yu Tingchuan said that they delayed the boss’s breakfast, someone followed Zhang Ping and said, "Manager Yu and I will go to the headquarters and not bother now."
Others smell speech have got up and started packing.
Who knows that Yu Tingchuan’s tone of retaining again is not fake. "Don’t go home after breakfast. The rare guests didn’t let you go."
Song Qingcheng followed the invitation that "breakfast has been done for a long time, and you can continue to talk about things and I will help."
Say that finish turned back to the kitchen first.
Zhang Pingren didn’t rush to leave when he saw this.
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It’s already twenty after breakfast is served.
Aunt Gong is holding a spatula to put the pan-fried food on the plate. Song Qingcheng pulled out ten pairs of chopsticks. Just now, there were several people in the living room, and Yu Tingchuan took an extra pair of chopsticks for public chopsticks.
Zhang Pingren has been seated in the dining room.
I caught a glimpse of the whole Song Dynasty. Zhang Pingma got up and went to pick up chopsticks. "I’ll come. I’ll come. You’re pregnant. Sit down first." He turned to another middle-aged man and said, "Lao Wang, go to the kitchen and see what you can do for me."
Song Qingcheng noticed that they had fine sweat on their foreheads. Men sweated more easily than women, and they were all wearing long-sleeved shirts. After breakfast, it was even hotter, so they took the remote control and prepared to open a restaurant for air conditioning.
Zhang Ping said, "Don’t turn it on. Isn’t there a fan?"
He mean that floor fan at the dining table.
Yunxi Road Villa has been here twice in previous years, and it’s the first time to see a fan. There is also a man living alone in the living room who won’t live too fine. It won’t be a whim for Yutingchuan to buy these floor fans.
See the whole song stretched out his hand and pressed the fan button, and the cool breeze brushed her long hair and skirt. Zhangping’s wife gave birth to a child, and he knew that pregnant women could not stay in the room for a long time.
Although Zhangping said it was not hot, the whole Song Dynasty was turned on.
Just then Yu Tingchuan came from the second floor with a thin cardigan in his hand. When he entered the restaurant, he unfolded his clothes and put them on Song Qingcheng’s shoulders.