Allow her to be pampered

In the office, Wu Qingzhi's face was sombre, and he only lowered the blinds one by one.

The light penetrated through the bamboo bones, casting a shadowy figure, and he faintly heard Chi Rong's wailing sound from outside the window, it was heartbroken, nothing more than a kind of disappointed resentment.

The rickshaw driver rushed out with the people, Wu Qingzhi didn't dare to lift the bamboo curtain to see, and only rolled up the bamboo curtain when the wind died away.

However, there is no sign of him on the street, summer is like a steamer, and the cicadas are tired, so is he, feeling a little tired.

But no matter how tired he is, he can't stop, the work on the table has not yet been completed, if he doesn't chase after him, Chi Rong can't stop crying...

Suddenly, Wu Qingzhi was startled, his heart skipped a beat, his brain was in a mess, Chi Rong's distant crying lingered in his ears, and the paperwork flashed before his eyes over and over again. It was all kinds of inner conflicts.

Back then, Wu's father devoted himself to work and did not return home for a long time. Wu Qingzhi had resentment in his heart, which lasted for a long time.

Now, let's see what he is like, good at dancing, playing tricks, disregarding Chi Rong's safety.

Who would have thought whether it was a match made in heaven or a match made in heaven, but Chi Rong didn't blame him. After going through all kinds of things, she always smiled like a flower, and wanted to get into his arms to play coquettishly, and said angrily, I hate you.

Then, after hating him, he fell in love with him even more, as if Chi Rong pampered him.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingzhi only felt that he was really bad, but he was actually coaxed by his young wife.

People's hearts are sinister, sincerity is rare, he should have come to coax Chi Rong.

Wu Qingzhi slowly walked back to the table and sat down, unable to read the official documents, so he leaned back and called out loudly: "Meng Guang, Meng Guang! Come here!"

In order to donate the assets of the Cao family as charitable funds, Jiang Mengguang has a lot of affairs today. He has to draft several contracts, and even contact the newspaper office for publication. He is just too busy.

But Wu Qingzhi called him so loudly, he must have something important to discuss and had to go.

Then she put down her pen, grabbed her hair with both hands, and came forward to ask: "Wu Qing, I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than a family matter, your little one was taken back to her mother's house by her uncle, right?"

Wu Qingzhi nodded embarrassingly, and his eyebrows moved slightly: "Chi Rong is probably going to be angry with me."

Jiang Mengguang seriously accused: "Wu Qing, Second Master Chi did the right thing. You are married, and you can't help being cruel in everything. If you really love your little wife, you must restrain your edge."

After finishing speaking, I felt that my words were not enough, so I had to speak again earnestly, and said, "Think carefully, and you must show your determination and attitude to the old father-in-law."

But seeing Wu Qingzhi's gloomy and sad expression, Jiang Mengguang knew that there was no way to persuade him. Besides, those about Chi Rong were entanglements in marriage, and he couldn't intervene.

After Jiang Mengguang left the room, Wu Qingzhi finally wrote again.

Throughout the long day, Wu Qingzhi couldn't get his mind and energy up, and he was making corrections like a foreign worker, until one o'clock when he got off work, and the business was not over yet.

If it was a normal day, he would definitely pack up the official documents and go home, and rush back in a hurry, so that Chi Rong was talking about things at the dinner table.

Chi Rong was restless and curious, and she wanted to talk about everything, novels and sweets, homework and work, talking vividly and happily. At that time, Wu Qingzhi would always tap her forehead with a smile, lest the food would be cold.

However, in the past and present, Chi Rong is not here, it seems that whether he returns home or not is not very important.

Wu Qingzhi coughed lightly, and numbly dialed the number of the Wu mansion.

After a while, the housekeeper only picked up the phone, and Wu Qingzhi ordered that there is no need to prepare dinner, and he will stay overnight in the firm today.

Hearing this, the steward actually asked: "What about the young lady, she will be back soon, right? You must be hungry after a busy day. If you don't have a good appetite, I'll teach the kitchen to make some sweet water for you."

Wu Qingzhi was slightly startled, and when he opened his mouth, his tone was a little bit disappointed: "Young Madam has returned to her mother's house. If you don't come back to live these days, you don't have to worry about it."

On that side, in the west of Yue'an City, Chi's ancestral house, the courtyard is deep and the night breeze is blowing.

It's hot in summer, and Second Master Chi always likes to put the dining table in the yard to have dinner, so that he can enjoy the cool draft.

At that time, Master Chi was returning from get off work at the Foreign Affairs Bureau, but seeing him approaching in strides, he was about to sit down for dinner, but was stopped by Second Master Chi's arms.

"Wait a minute, big brother, that little brat you gave birth to is finally back, but I can't call her!" Second Master Chi blew his beard and stared, with temper written all over his face, "It's just that she married a gentle scum, look at her! "

Master Chi was slightly startled, and said, "You forced A Rong to go home?"

"If I don't turn her back, she will be stunned by that stinky brat surnamed Wu. She has no future!" Second Master Chi was angrily, "Now she won't eat, so she just stays in the house and doesn't come out. !"

Master Chi shook his head and said with a faint smile: "Second brother, I already know the ins and outs of the matter. Since A Rong decided to follow Xiao Wu, the marriage will always depend on their actions and luck."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Second Master Chi's hand away, took his seat and held up the chopsticks, "Okay, we should not get involved in the children's affairs!"

"Fucking shit!" Second Master Chi groaned, "A Rong is a child, so the one named Wu is a child! An old cow eats tender grass, so it's cheaper for him!"

Second Master Chi was addicted to cursing, so he went to Chi Rong's boudoir with a groan, and dragged her out, shoveling the sole of his shoe into his palm, making a slap.

"Your father is back, hurry up and eat at the table!"

After hearing this, Chi Rong let out a soft oh, and she blew on her palms aggrievedly before leaving the room.

The three of you hadn't sat at the same table for a long time, and the atmosphere of the dinner finally didn't look too awkward. During the dinner, Master Chi talked and laughed happily, caring about his daughter, and talking about work anecdotes, except that he didn't mention returning home.

Chi Rong thanked Father for his enlightenment, but he didn't say anything, but his heart was warm.

But Chi Rong couldn't eat, the food on this table was all to her liking, but with something in her heart, she just couldn't feel her tongue, and it tasted like nothing.

Chi Rong was thinking about Wu Qingzhi, and with his usual style, he could just forget about eating and drinking for business.

Chi Rong knew well that on weekdays, although Wu Qingzhi raced against time to catch up on the meal, in the final analysis, it was to accompany her after all.

The distance between the two places is only half a city away, but I am so sick with longing that I can't even ask if I have a meal.

—No, maybe you can ask.

Chi Rong suddenly remembered that her second uncle had said that a telephone was installed at home for convenience.

In this way, she can call Wu Qingzhi!