Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"Is this your sense of responsibility as a doctor?" Rong Junchu said coldly.He said don't use it, don't use it, this woman is too obedient, do you have any brains?
In the end, he felt he couldn't let her just go.

"Just now you said that there is no need for treatment. What does it have to do with my sense of responsibility as a doctor? Are you deliberately finding fault?" Song Qingzhu couldn't bear it, and said directly.All night, he and he deliberately targeted her, saying that she slept like a dead pig, that she was irresponsible, and that she would always stare at her with cold, deadly eyes. She came to be a personal doctor, not to be a doctor As for the grandson, I feel very wronged when I think about it.

Rong Junchu sneered, she had a backer and her wings were hardened, and she dared to declare war on him. "Don't think that you can be presumptuous just by climbing the high branches of the Jiang family. You are still my personal doctor until my leg is healed."

"What do you mean?" Song Qingzhu was also offended, frowning and asked.

"You understand in your heart." Rong Junchu sneered.

"I don't understand, what does it mean to climb onto the high branches of the Jiang family? Do you think I'm seducing Jiang Jingzhi?" Song Qingzhu was angry, but her temper was straightforward. She had endured Rong Junchu for a long time, and now he had touched him. When she reached her bottom line, this matter had to be made clear.

"A word of advice, he is not someone you can provoke." Rong Junchu said, he and Jiang Jingzhi have been friends for many years, both of them are from famous families, and there are many things that a girl from a small family like Song Qingzhu can't do. understandable.

Misunderstood, even insulted, all the resentment turned into anger and rushed up.Song Qingzhu used to think about hugging this golden thigh every time she was angry before, and silently endured it, but this time she really couldn't bear it anymore.

She stared at him, mist rising from her eyes.

He also looked at her, and neither of them would give in when they confronted each other.

After a stalemate for more than ten seconds, Song Qingzhu forced back the tears in his eyes, turned around and left abruptly.

"Where are you going?" Rong Junchu said in a deep voice.

"Go and get golden needles to treat you, let you recover quickly so I can go to Jiang Jingzhi!" Song Qingzhu said angrily.

"Song Qingzhu! How dare you!" Rong Junchu growled at her back, his cold eyes filled with anger.

This woman really needs cleaning up!
Rong Junchu pressed the wheelchair button and quickly caught up with Song Qingzhu.

He grabbed her slender wrist and squeezed her so hard that it hurt.

"Let go!" Song Qingzhu tried to shake off his restraint, but failed.

"Song Qingzhu!" Rong Junchu's finger strength increased a bit, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

It hurt so much, Song Qingzhu didn't know that this man was so strong that he almost crushed her wrist bone.

"You can't leave Rong Yuan, and you can't go find another man!" Rong Junchu said stubbornly, the strength in his hand was still increasing.

The great pain made Song Qingzhu's eyes flush, but she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

"Who are you to me, why do you care about me?" Song Qingzhu insisted.

Whoever belongs to her, why should she care about her... Rong Junchu, who was in a rage, was woken up by her words, and the hand that was holding her wrist was loosened.

Song Qingzhu withdrew his hand, turned around and ran back to his room, slamming the door hard.

Rong Junchu was alone in the long corridor, with her temperature in his palm, and he couldn't grasp anything about her at this moment.

The two were arguing upstairs, but the people downstairs could hear it clearly, and they all held their breaths and dared not make a fuss, for fear of angering Rong Junchu if they accidentally said the wrong thing.

"Butler Rong, is my uncle jealous? He was so fierce just now." Rong Jingchen asked in a low voice while wiping the table.

"Shh, don't tell me if you see through, hurry up and work, and go back to your room to take a shower and sleep after finishing your work." Butler Rong hissed him.

"If I go to persuade my uncle now, will I be thrown out?" Rong Jingchen asked with his head tilted.

"Well, I think I can directly take Lin You's place and go to Africa to collect rent." Rong Butler half-jokingly said.

"I've never seen my uncle so angry. Will he throw Xiao Qingqing out?" Rong Jingchen asked worriedly. If Xiao Qingqing was thrown out, my uncle would be even more lonely.

"Don't worry, Master Jiu won't do anything to women." Butler Rong comforted him, he knew everything already, but he couldn't tell the young master who was only five years old, and he wouldn't understand.

"Whether my uncle hits, scolds or loves Xiao Qingqing, if he loves Xiao Qingqing, he kicks him with his feet." Rong Jingchen asked.

"It's fine if you understand it that way. If you are happy with your friends, you can fight for a long time." Rong Butler explained.

Rong Jingchen let out an oh, half understanding.It seems that women are really troublesome, but the days without women are too deserted.

Song Qingzhu returned to the room, threw himself on the bed, and shed tears of grievance.

"Rong Junchu, you bastard. It took eighteen lifetimes of misfortune for my old lady to meet you. I worked so hard to treat your legs but didn't get any benefits, and she was suspected of moral problems. You are the one who seduces people, and your whole family seduces People! It's amazing to be rich, I don't care about it at all, take your money and get out!"

Song Qingzhu covered herself in the quilt, and cried with snot and tears. She hadn't cried like this since she met her master abroad when she was 13 years old.

She was so sad and felt wronged. If he didn't want her to attend Jiang Jing's grandfather's birthday party, he could just say so. Why did he belittle her so much.

After crying for a while, she found Yin Hong's fingerprints on her wrist.

"Damn man, you hit so hard!" Song Qingzhu rubbed his wrist, feeling the pain.

She hurried to get the medicine bottle in her suitcase, which contained the magic medicine for bruises, and it could relieve the pain with just a rub.Song Qingzhu gritted his teeth and applied the medicine to himself, when the phone rang.

"Beautiful girl, what are you doing? Did you miss me?" Shen Xiyan's voice came over, she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Take medicine, why don't you go to bed so late?" Song Qingzhu said angrily, with a strong nasal voice.

"What's wrong with you? Have you ever cried?" Shen Xiyan asked worriedly, in her impression she was extremely strong, and she seldom cried because of something.

"It's okay, I just squeezed my hand, it hurts." Song Qingzhu said lightly, if it was a quarrel with Rong Junchu, she would rush over to avenge herself if she didn't guarantee it.

"Don't lie to me here, and squeeze your hands, you are a doctor with a scalpel, how could you be so careless, and no matter what trivial things you encounter, you won't cry like a young lady. Hurry up, tell me!" Shen Xiyan urged, her reason was so lame that it was not credible at all.

"Did that bastard Rong Junchu bully you?" Shen Xiyan was impatient, and she guessed it before she opened her mouth.

Song Qingzhu didn't speak, and felt aggrieved and wanted to cry when his name was mentioned.