Allow her to be pampered

Of course Wu Qingzhi was bad, he held back his stomach full of bad water, and used all his courtship skills on Chi Rong in a listless way.

If it was the past, when we hug each other tenderly for a moment, we can talk about comfort, how can we expect that today, there is not enough hugs and kisses, it is already hard to fill the desire.

Wu Qingzhi looked deeply at Chi Rong, and laughed lowly.

After all, it was working hours, and there were still dozens of pairs of eyes in a commercial firm behind them, so the two exchanged eye contact, and finally walked to the eaves one after the other.

There was still some time before he could get off work, and as soon as Chi Rongfu returned indoors, he sneaked out of his busy schedule to display the medicinal materials he bought one by one.

"Look at you bought so many herbs, did you find a doctor?"

While weighing the medicine bag, Wu Qingzhi said with a slight smile, "These medicines nourish the body. Chi Rong, you are so careful with me, you always treat me the best."

Chi Rong chuckled, pointed at the black letters on the medicine bag, and said, "Then you should look carefully, and see where I bought the medicine from!"

Wu Qingzhi turned over the medicine bag, but saw that there was a line of small characters printed on it, and there were five characters in the inscription: Song Ji of Anqingtang.

Although Wu Qingzhi had seen it, he didn't seem surprised. Instead, he nodded approvingly and said, "The Second Miss of the Song family is stable. I feel relieved that you can work with her."

"Why don't you guess it's Uncle Song?"

Wu Qingzhi sighed lightly: "Doctor Song is the master of Yue'an Xinglin, how could he be easily hired?"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, frowned again, and said in a slightly condensed tone, "It's just that Dr. Song's medical skills are excellent, but... he is a businessman after all."

Businessmen pay more attention to profit than parting.

Wu Qingzhi has been in a high position for a long time, so he is well aware of the rules of the game in the fame and fortune field. Today's Yue'an is precarious, and people's lives are like grass.

Although malaria is fatal, it is not a disease that cannot be cured. Song Dafang holds the prescription in his hand, and it is precisely to make money from it.

After all, Chi Rong is still young, and even more ignorant. She has a pure heart, but she doesn't know that good deeds are not good, and the road ahead is dangerous.

Unexpectedly, Chi Rong's decision has been made, and if Wu Qingzhi accepts her, he will definitely protect her and never leave.

The shantang was built up day by day, and that day coincided with Xiu Mu, so Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong went to visit together.

Chi Rong put in all his efforts, and the workers also lived up to the entrustment. Now the building has been completed, and the only thing left is to decorate the house.

In order to accommodate as many refugees as possible to shelter from the wind and rain, Chi Rong planned to arrange the room to look like a classroom, so that they can eat and rest at the same time.

Just for a moment, Wu Qingzhi was covering Chi Rong's head, walking left and right on the construction site, the new house was covered with dust, and some dust was wiped off the clothes, but he also turned a blind eye.

Today, Wu Qingzhi was originally wearing a plain suit, which matched his gentle face and fair complexion. However, after walking down this time, the hem of his clothes, trousers, and leather shoes were completely rubbed with dirt.

After the inspection, Chi Rong pulled Wu Qingzhi to the side, raised his little hand and said, "You lower your head a little, I'll wipe the dust off your face for you."

As expected, Wu Qingzhi heard it all. Unexpectedly, as soon as he lowered his head, Chi Rong's ten fingers gently brushed the side of his face, and he felt a little chill.

"Hahahaha, tabby cat, woo woo woo, old Wu, old Wu!"

Chi Rong spread out his hands, but saw that they were covered with mud that had been mixed with water, and it was true that he wanted to play around.

Wu Qingzhi was angry and funny, he never thought that Chi Rong would make such an ultimate move, so he lost his calm expression, and immediately caught her.

"Chi Rong, I said you're not good, but you really are."

While talking, he went straight to scratch Chi Rong's itch, laughing and laughing, the two finally chased and ran out together.

"Tell me, how dare you call me this old name!"

Chi Rong was ticklish, so she was blushing from laughing, but when she heard this sound, she showed a puzzled expression, and asked, "Who, who called you Old Wu, don't talk nonsense, I didn't call you that."

"Chi Rong, you still have to be stubborn!"

But seeing that Wu Qingzhi was very persistent, Chi Rong blinked his eyes and let out a very clear oh.

But it was just like before, only imitated the cat meow twice, and said with a playful smile: "That's how cats meow, old Wu, old Wu, they meow very fiercely."

After Wu Qingzhi heard this, he immediately opened Chi Rong's chin, and looked at each other, only to see that his eyes were dark, showing a smile of unknown meaning.

He said: "Chi Rong, do you know what the cat means when it meows like that?"

Chi Rong's mouth was tightly shut, not daring to be angry or speak.

The answer was clearly obvious, but if she blurted it out, it would appear that she meant it.

Wu Qingzhi was born handsome, but his face was painted mottled this time, unexpectedly a little cute.

Chi Rong pouted, and Wu Qingzhi moved closer to his face, and said in a low voice, "——it's for Huaichun, it's for courtship."

"Chi Rong, I don't care if you're joking or not," he held Chi Rong's face, word by word, "I have the right to take it as your intention."

Chi Rong's face suddenly turned red, the crimson color from the neck to the earlobe, from bottom to top, like a prairie fire.

A wild cat is called Chun, but he can say it so gracefully!

But the more gentle it is, the more it will teach people to imagine!
Chi Rong then bit his lower lip tightly and said, "Wu Qingzhi, I hate you."

However, it is false to hate on the mouth, but it is true to blushing.

Pedestrians passing by on the road, if they act with a painted face all the time, it is not decent enough, so Chi Rong dragged Wu Qingzhi to the side of the road and stopped in front of a water pump.

This water pump is connected to the deep underground water. It was originally a stone well, which was specially used by pedestrians to quench their thirst. Later, in order to protect the sanitation of the water source, it was rebuilt into a water pump, and a valve faucet was used to draw water.

Chi Rong turned on the faucet, and the cold water flowed cleanly, and Wu Qingzhi scooped up the water to wash his face politely.

The putty melted when it came into contact with water, and after only a couple of splashes of water, Wu Qingzhi's face had already recovered, as white as ever.

He wiped his face and was about to straighten up, but he never thought that at that moment, there was a piercing scream from across the road.

Chi Rong was also startled by the scream, so he slipped his hand, opened the faucet, and cold water splashed all over his body.

"How dare you teach Qingzhi to use such a cheap tool!"

His voice was so earnest and deafening that Chi Rong turned his head and saw Bai Pingting right away.

But seeing Bai Pingting wobbly pointing here, her fingertips trembled so much that she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"That's the roadside pump for the untouchables! It's filthy! How dare you—"

Bai Pingting became more angry as she spoke, and immediately came across the road.

She was originally looking furious, but unexpectedly, as soon as she approached, she took out a handkerchief tenderly and wanted to cover Wu Qingzhi's face.

However, Wu Qingzhi took a step back and avoided her hand.

Bai Pingting was stunned on the spot, and when she was in a dilemma, she could only whisper: "...Qingzhi, just use this handkerchief to wipe it off."