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

Rong Junchu pursed his lips, seeming to feel that his words were inappropriate, and added, "Your world shouldn't only be people from the Song family."

Song Qingzhu regained his composure, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You're right, my eyes really shouldn't just be on the Song family."

A long silence spread in the box.

Rong Jingchen waved his hand, motioned Song Qingzhu to lower his head, and whispered in her ear, "Uncle has never cared so much about a woman before."

Although his voice was small, in such a quiet atmosphere, Rong Junchu could hear every single word.

Heart, as if being grabbed by something, brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Song Qingzhu was suspicious, did he really treat her differently?Or is it just because she is his only hope to stand up, that's why he is extra tolerant?

She suppressed her inner emotions and told herself not to think too much, it would be embarrassing if she was sentimental, so she waved her hands and said, "Of course your uncle treats me differently, after all I am his attending doctor."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu's tightly locked brows relaxed, but he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Rong Jingchen pursed his mouth like a deflated ball, but that's not what he meant.

Song Qingzhu had no intention of eating, so he left the box early on the pretext that he was going to buy medicine, but he didn't forget to check out before leaving.

Her neck hurt a little, so she went to the pharmacy to prescribe medicine for herself, after thinking about it, she took a taxi to a 4S shop.

Every time I want to go anywhere, I have to be escorted or take a taxi, which is very inconvenient. Since I want to stay here for the time being, it is better to buy a car by myself.

Song Qingzhu didn't have any requirements for a car as a means of transportation, so he chose a car that was pleasing to the eye, paid the money and drove away.She didn't go directly to Rong's house, but wandered around in the street.When I got home, it was already dinner time.

In the living room, Rong Junchu and Rong Jingchen were eating.

"Xiao Qingqing, what have you been doing all afternoon, we all thought you wouldn't come back to eat, so we ate first." Rong Jingchen got up from his seat, holding Song Qingzhu with one hand.

Song Qingzhu looked at the time, it was already 06:30, and said a little embarrassedly, "I forgot to call to tell you, I don't have much appetite, you should eat first."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he was ready to go back to his room.

"Bought a car?"

It was Rong Junchu's voice.

Song Qingzhu looked at the keys in his hand, and explained, "Usually, Lin You has to pick you up to and from get off work, and also pick me up to the hospital, and the two sides are not on the same road, so I simply bought a car by myself, which is more convenient."

"En." Rong Junchu responded, but did not make another sound.

Song Qingzhu always felt that he was a little weird, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange. He scratched the hair around his ear and said, "Then I'll go back and make ointment, take it slowly."

Song Yaoguang did not act lightly, the red marks on her neck had already started to turn blue, she looked at the bruises on her neck, a little lost in thought.

When Rong Junchu and Rong Jingchen came in, they saw her standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought.

"Xiao Qingqing, let me help you apply the medicine." Rong Jingchen ran to the dressing table.

Song Qingzhu smiled, without refusing, "Hand gently, I seem to have sprained my neck."

"Okay!" Rong Jingchen moved a small stool from the side, and he didn't know where to start with the hand holding the small medicine spoon: "Xiao Qingqing, why don't you change your clothes?"

Song Qingzhu wore a high-necked lace base today, and it was really inconvenient to apply medicine.

"Uh, let me do it myself." Song Qingzhu said hurriedly, she really didn't feel like changing clothes in front of two men.

Rong Jingchen dodged her hand, and stuffed the small medicine spoon into Rong Junchu's hand: "Let my uncle help you."

Song Qingzhu was taken aback, Rong Jingchen had already run away, "Uncle, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, I want to borrow your computer."

"Ah."

There was still Rong Jingchen's lingering sound in the room, and the door had already been closed with a bang.

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, and this guy changed his face faster than the sky.

Song Qingzhu looked at Rong Junchu nervously, bit his lips and said, "I'll do it myself, just close the door for me."

"I come."

The two words seemed to be an order, and Song Qingzhu was a little at a loss with the hand holding the medicine bowl.

Rong Junchu dipped a little ointment on a small medicine spoon, then stretched out his hand to pull her collar, just to reveal the bruise.

The heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Song Qingzhu calmed down, and asked in a low voice, "Yangyang is still a child, are you so relieved to let him play with the computer?"

Hearing this, Rong Junchu said expressionlessly, "Although he is small, his IQ is not inferior to that of an adult."

Song Qingzhu choked, she originally wanted to find something to talk about to ease the embarrassment, but she didn't expect that Rong Junchu would talk to death all of a sudden this day.

No wonder being single for so long!

"Why buy a car?" Rong Junchu asked her.

Song Qingzhu: "..." Didn't I already explain it?Or did he not listen at all?
So I could only explain again, "Because Lin You is too busy and has to pick up and drop off three people a day, it is convenient for me to drive myself."

"This is his job, nothing busy, or are you not used to staying with me?"

Song Qingzhu didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She did have such a small thought in her heart, but when he said it so blatantly, she didn't even have the courage to admit it.

"It seems that I guessed right." Rong Junchu said lightly, with no expression on his face.

With a touch of coolness across his fingertips, Song Qingzhu felt the pain relieved a lot.

"If you want, you can always stay by my side and be my personal doctor." Rong Junchu thought for a while before adding, "Even after my leg recovers."

Song Qingzhu bit his lip and refused, "No, after your leg is cured, I have other plans."

His fingertips paused, and Rong Junchu seemed to smile, "Yes, after all, you are not my caged bird. After you cure my leg, I will set you free."

Song Qingzhu didn't make a sound, and actually didn't know what to say.

Rong Junchu finished applying the medicine, and then dried his hands with a paper towel, "I have something to do at the company these two days, so I won't be coming back."

"it is good."

"Tomorrow, Mu Yide will open his private studio in Linchuan City. He invited you. If you want to go, go."

"it is good."

The door was closed, and Song Qingzhu touched his neck with a complicated expression.

"Song Qingzhu, don't you have a crush on this man?" She patted her cheek, "Be sober, a man like Rong Junchu is not something you can touch, you are destined not to be from the same world."

Shaking away the thoughts in his mind, Song Qingzhu looked at himself in the mirror, and the phone suddenly lit up.

The three words "Albert" are displayed on it.

She has been back to China for so long, why did he call suddenly?

"Hello." Song Qingzhu picked up the phone with some disinterest.

"Baby, do you miss me?" The man's voice was a little teasing.

"I miss you!" Song Qingzhu replied angrily.

On the other end of the phone, the man snuffed out the end of the cigarette in his hand with his good-looking fingertips, his brows like ink paintings were slightly raised, and there was a vague smile on the corner of his lips.

"I heard that you are very bad in China~ I still have some things to deal with here, and I will pick you up when I finish."

"No!" Song Qingzhu was a little annoyed, "Albert, I thought I made it very clear last time. Please don't interfere with my life at will."

The feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake sent a chill down her spine.

Albert was not angry, and still said with a good temper: "Baby, I am concerned about you. This place is more suitable for you. You shouldn't stay there to waste your talent."