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

After saying this, Song Qingzhu regretted it.

The breath around Rong Junchu suddenly cooled down.

Obviously, she has touched his bottom line.

She didn't dare look up into his eyes, for fear that he would throw herself out of here if he got angry.

"Why don't you lie down?" She tentatively asked, although it is not as convenient to perform acupuncture while lying down, it is not impossible.

Silence, still silence.

Song Qingzhu's back felt cold, what to do, he seemed really angry.

After a long silence, Song Qingzhu felt as if a century had passed before the man in front of him finally spoke.

"come over."

Song Qingzhu looked up at him incredulously, but he actually agreed?

He slowly and methodically took out a clean handkerchief from the side and put it on his legs, and locked the wheelchair again.

Under Song Qingzhu's shocked gaze, he said, "You are too heavy."

So he locked the wheelchair because he was afraid it would roll over?
Song Qingzhu only felt that her personality had been greatly insulted, but in front of Rong Junchu, she dared not say a word "no".

After reacting, Song Qingzhu took out a few silver needles from the bag, stepped on the pedal of the wheelchair with one foot, and half-kneeled on the place he had padded with the other leg.

It was the first time that he was so close to a man, and Song Qingzhu felt his heart beating uncontrollably faster, and the faint fragrance from the tip of his nose was even more disturbing.

Song Qingzhu adjusted his breathing and put his hands on his shoulders.

Their current posture is indescribably ambiguous.

Just when Song Qingzhu was about to give the needle, the door was opened from the outside with a "bang".

Song Qingzhu accidentally fell and sat on Rong Junchu's lap, with his hands still hanging around his neck.

"Uncle, I'm back~" A small figure rushed in from the door and stopped less than one meter away from them.

"Yangyang, you go out first." Rong Junchu's voice was a little helpless, and he didn't have the coldness towards other people at all.

At this moment, Rong Jingchen could not hear his uncle's voice, his mind was full of images of his uncle being with other women.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he burst into tears, "Uncle doesn't love Chenchen anymore, uncle is going to have a baby with another woman."

From behind, Lin You also trotted in, panting, "I wanted to hold the young master, but..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Lin You blinked in disbelief, what did he see? !Ms. Song actually sat on her own Ninth Master's lap, and...

Lin You looked at a pair of trouser legs that had been torn off on the ground...

Although this Miss Song is really pretty, but his ninth master is not such a hungry person...

"I didn't see anything. My eyesight is not very good today." After Lin You finished speaking, he immediately turned his back and dragged Rong Jingchen in front of him.

Not suitable for children!
Song Qingzhu also had black lines all over his face, just as he was about to explain, he heard Rong Junchu say, "Take Yangyang out first."

Lin You understood, and immediately hugged Rong Jingchen, and ran out quickly, not forgetting to lock the door before leaving.

"They...I..." Song Qingzhu pointed to the direction of the door, then pointed to himself, "Are you sure you don't need to explain?"

"No need." Rong Junchu said lightly, as if he didn't take the misunderstanding just to heart, he lowered his head to Song Qingzhu and said, "How long do you have to sit?"

Before Song Qingzhu could react, Rong Junchu had already pushed him down with one hand.

Song Qingzhu let out an "ouch" in pain, and gritted his teeth, this man is really ruthless, she is a girl after all.

The latter slowly and methodically brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, with an undisguised disgust on his face.

"Do you have a stool at home!" Song Qingzhu stood up and said angrily, "Go get a stool and step on it for me!"

Isn't it just a leg pad!Who cares!
Rong Junchu glanced at her, and Song Qingzhu immediately acted obediently like a quail, completely losing the arrogance he had just now.

"If there is a stool, I don't have to step on your wheelchair." She explained obediently.

Rong Junchu didn't answer her, but picked up his phone and pressed a few times.

After a while, the butler opened the door and came over with a dining chair.

"Miss Song, take your time." With a smile on his face, a pair of eyes flashed, and his gaze paused for a few seconds on Song Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu knew what he was thinking by seeing his expression.

The parties didn't explain, and she didn't bother to explain, so she took the stool and put it behind Rong Junchu.

Coupled with the height of the dining chair, it is much more convenient for Song Qingzhu to perform acupuncture.

She struck a little harder, and lied, "The nerves in the head are more developed and sensitive, so it's normal for you to feel pain."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, covering the guilty conscience in his eyes, even though Rong Junchu couldn't see it at all.She simply knelt on the chair behind for half an hour, and did not get up slowly until the needle was removed.

After packing everything up, Song Qingzhu was about to leave when Rong Junchu stopped him with a look.

"My room does not allow superfluous things to appear."

Song Qingzhu's eyes fell on the solid wooden dining chair, he understood, and said wittily, "I'll move out right away."

I don't know what the dining chair is made of. Song Qingzhu struggled to carry it. Fortunately, he didn't have to climb the stairs, and he walked a few steps to the living room after a rest.

In the living room, Rong Jingchen was surrounded by Lin You and the housekeeper, there were still a few tears on his cheeks, but his face was full of smiles.

"I thought my uncle really planned not to marry me for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect my uncle to be a person who can't escape the world of mortals."

While talking, Rong Jingchen used his hands to beckon the two of them to come closer, "I saw that my uncle and my aunt have gone to that step, so I should have gone in later."

Rong Jingchen's voice did not deliberately lower, so Song Qingzhu heard it clearly.

What step has she and Rong Junchu reached?
Seeing that the little guy was getting more and more outrageous, Song Qingzhu walked over a few steps and interjected, "You little guy is so young, why is your mind full of pretending to be unscrupulous."

When Rong Jingchen saw Song Qingzhu approaching, he ignored her words, but looked her up and down.

This woman looks fierce, but she feels pretty good to him, so let's make do with it.

"He looks good, barely worthy of my uncle..."

"I heard that he is good at medicine. Although his occupation is not good enough, he is good at matching him. He just happens to take care of my uncle. This is his background..." Rong Jingchen thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Why don't uncle Let me cleanse your life experience, and then you will get married in the same family."

Married in the same family...

Song Qingzhu could only feel the thunder rolling over his head, how could such a serious person like Rong Junchu raise such an incomprehensible child?

Rong Jingchen was still planning the rest of his life for his uncle, while Rong Junchu had already pushed his wheelchair out.

"Yangyang, don't talk nonsense." Rong Junchu whispered.

Although it was a scolding tone, it was full of pampering and helplessness.

Rong Junchu must have hurt him to the bone.

Seeing his uncle coming, Rong Jingchen ran over quickly, holding his arm with both hands, "Uncle, were you doing something embarrassing just now?"