Allow her to be pampered

With the lessons learned from the past, Chi Rong originally thought that according to Peng Yiru's virtue, he would definitely visit again today and tell some ambiguous lies in order to drive a wedge between her and Wu Qingzhi.

However, waiting left and right, seeing that it was one o'clock when she got off work, before Peng Yiru waited, she first felt a sharp stabbing pain in her lower abdomen.

Chi Rong was originally bent over the desk to record the goods, but Xu was tired after sitting for a long time, so he wanted to get up and walk around, organize the documents by the way, and prepare to go home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up, she was so shocked by the pain that she shrank back.

Chi Rong fell into the chair, moaning in pain, she was about to ask for help, when she heard Peng Yiru's voice from outside the door.

"Boss Wu, do you like the mung bean soup? I'll cook some more tomorrow and let you have a taste."

The voice is charming and gentle, just like an oriole.

They were standing outside the office door, whether it was intentional or not, Peng Yiru raised his voice a little, and taught Chi Rong that he heard it clearly.

Could it be that the mung bean soup was not prepared by Wu Qingzhi, but Peng Yiru boiled it for Wu Qingzhi, and then gave it to her to drink?

Thinking of this, Chi Rong felt depressed in his heart, and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his little hands were clenched and turned white, shivering more and more into a ball.

This situation is so pitiful and moving.

But she was the only one in the room, and she didn't know what Wu Qingzhi and Peng Yiru were talking about in that room.

His voice was low and concealed, making it impossible for people to hear the content clearly, only Peng Yiru's answers could be heard one after another.

"Okay, Boss Wu."

"Of course, follow Boss Wu's orders."

"Boss Wu's entrustment, I will live up to it."

"Then, Boss Wu will see you tomorrow."

Chi Rong gritted her teeth and listened, her eyes narrowed into a line.

Only when Peng Yiru was far away did someone come forward to knock on the door with a sweet and gentle voice: "Chi Rong, let's go home."

It was Wu Qingzhi's voice.

Chi Rong's heart was sour, she just felt it was difficult to speak, coupled with the sharp pain in her abdomen, she couldn't even utter a word.

In that room, Wu Qingzhi couldn't answer for a long time, and finally pushed the door open on his own.

Wu Qingzhi was about to call Chi Rong to stop, but when Fang saw the situation in the room, he was shocked.

But Chi Rong was lying on the table, his back twitched, his arms were wrapped around his waist, and his almond eyes were silently tearful.

Wu Qingzhi was in a hurry, so he stepped forward quickly.

He was about to hold Chi Rong's shaved shoulders, but he was thrown away angrily.

"Chi Rong!"

Wu Qingzhi was anxious and angry, and his voice was suddenly stained with a little anger, "Why are you crying so well!"

Chi Rong let out a low snort, but turned her head away angrily, without even looking at Wu Qing.

He only complained: "It doesn't matter if I cry or not, you passed the mung bean soup that they brought you to me, and now I have a stomachache after drinking it, it really is my retribution!"

After speaking, he leaned on the edge of the table, stood up shivering, and left Wu Qingzhi, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi sighed, grabbed Chi Rong's wrist, and refused to let go.

"Chi Rong, let's talk about it when we get home, and I'll explain everything to you."

As Wu Qingzhi said, he took off his suit jacket, forcing Chi Rong to take a step back.

"Look, the back of the skirt is all dirty."

As soon as the words fell, Chi Rong's eyes turned red, and he belatedly reached out to touch it.

She spread out her palms and found that her fingertips were covered with dark red blood stains.

In this way, it makes sense.

She has been taking traditional Chinese medicine for some time, this prescription is to induce menstrual bleeding, but Chi Rong's body is cold and stubborn, even after a long time of use, Guishui still does not come back.

So Chi Rong put this matter behind her, so she was unprepared for today's tide.

Since the beginning of summer, Chi Rong has been drinking ice for a long time, coupled with the bowl of mung bean soup at noon, she is now suffering from severe menstrual pain, which is understandable.

Chi Rong burst into tears and whimpered: "How can I go home if my skirt is dirty...I'm going to throw everyone away!"

She was sobbing, but on that side, Wu Qingzhi had already picked up his suit, wrapped it around Chi Rong's waist, and even kissed her forehead lightly.

"Chi Rong, I'm still here."

Chi Rong wiped away her tears, but seeing Wu Qingzhi shed her clothes as a cover for her, her heart was warm, but she still refused and insisted on taking off the suit.

"How can this be done! It is said that Guishui is unlucky, how can you use your suit to cover it! This is not good for you!"

After finishing speaking, the little hands went to tear the knot tied with the sleeves.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi couldn't tolerate Chi Rong's attack, so he just took her into his arms.

Immediately, Fu Er moved forward, and said in a earnest voice: "Chi Rong, there is nothing wrong. I only know that my wife has dysmenorrhea and still cares about me so much. No matter what, I have to treat my wife well."

"But……"

"Nothing but."

Wu Qingzhi interrupted her softly, her phoenix eyes looked at Chi Rong affectionately, "Chi Rong, I told you ten thousand times, I have stayed abroad, and kissing you ten thousand times outside is not enough." , let alone Guishui."

He stretched out his hand to rub Chi Rong's smiling face, then smiled again and said, "It's a natural thing for a woman to send a monthly letter, how can it be called unlucky. It's also a natural thing for me to protect you."

Wu Qingzhi was so gentle, Chi Rong softened immediately.

She first looked at the door from a distance, but she saw that there was no one around, and the staff had already left work.

That's why he turned around, pouted and said aggrievedly: "Then what exactly did Peng Yiru tell you just now, did she cook that pot of mung bean soup for you?"

Chi Rong took a step back, and Wu Qingzhi finally had room to explain.

I only thought that Peng Yiru's speech was the most ambiguous, even though Chi Rong was also listening in today, she still fell into this woman's trap.

The two of them walked together to the eaves of the car shed. Chi Rong suffered from dysmenorrhea and couldn't ride a car, so Wu Qingzhi had to take her home.

"I taught the housekeeper to cook this mung bean soup. What does it have to do with her?"

While unlocking the car, Wu Qingzhi hugged Chi Rong onto the frame of the bicycle, and said with a soft smile, "Chi Rong, you are obviously the smartest, why are you watching so much trouble now? Could it be that you like me so much that you got confused for a while."

Chi Rong's mind was exposed, and he couldn't get off the stage, so he pouted and moaned, "I just like you, so I'm in a hurry! Why, don't you agree? Why don't you like it?"

As soon as this remark came out, it was exactly the same as what Wu Qingzhi said earlier.

At that time, the two of them were still observing the ceremony, as if they really respected each other as guests.

But looking at the present, they are already shameless and tired of being together, wanting to kiss and hug, touch and test secretly every day.

The car rode out slowly, Chi Rong was extremely ashamed, buried her head deeply on her chest, and whispered softly: "I like you now, so you must take care of Peng Yiru, otherwise I will get angry!"