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

Jiang Shuyan reached out to take the fishing rod, helped him hang the bait, and then threw the hook into the pond. After everything was dealt with, he put the fishing rod back into his hand.

Ye Tingfei's current job is to sit with a fishing rod, which is no different from the stand on which the fishing rod is placed.

But sitting like this is so boring.

Ye Tingfei looked up at the sky, the sun was shining through the dense leaves, and the stars were like stars falling in the night.

He suddenly remembered the song Song Qingzhu sang on the isolated island at night when he participated in the wild survival program.

The catchy melody, accompanied by the wind and the light, fits surprisingly well with the current mood.

Ye Tingfei took the fishing rod, whistled and hummed the tune of that night, leisurely.

"Where did you hear this song?" Jiang Shuyan asked, his eyes widened.

"A friend of mine sang it, so it should be considered a friend." Ye Tingfei was not sure whether Song Qingzhu was a friend or not, and her attitude towards him was almost like an enemy, let alone a stranger.

"What friend?" Jiang Shuyan continued to ask, and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, this song belongs to him, and he wrote it to his beloved 25 years ago.

Ye Tingfei had never seen him so excited before, so he hurriedly said, "It's Song Qingzhu, have you watched the show Survival in the Wild? It was the show that was very popular a while ago, and her name was Lian Rong in the show."

"Lian Rong?" Jiang Shuyan frowned, chanting the name.

Recently, his memory has been getting worse and worse, and he even forgot why he came to Sichuan.I only know that there is a very important person here, and he is here to do a very important thing.

Lian Rong, that person is called Lian Rong-Song Qingzhu!
Jiang Shuyan stood up, with an excited expression on his face, he bent down and patted Ye Tingfei's shoulder, and said, "Thank you Tingfei, I have something important to do, what do you want for lunch, let auntie make it for you, I will Go out for a while."

"No, Uncle Jiang, you are going to leave suddenly. I am a guest after all. Is there any reason for you to leave me alone to eat here?" Ye Tingfei said with a sad face.

Jiang Shuyan had already left with big strides...

Rong Yuan, Song Qingzhu and Rong Jingchen finished breakfast, butler Rong was about to send him to school, Rong Junchu hadn't gone to work yet, and after breakfast, he was sitting on the sofa in front of the French window, reading documents.

"Xiao Qingqing, I will definitely succeed!" Rong Jingchen said confidently, shaking the scroll in his hand.

"Come on, I'll wait for your good news." Song Qingzhu said with a smile, hoping that this little boy would get what he wanted.

"Well, wait for me! Xiao Qingqing, you are my angel!" Rong Jingchen was afraid that his feelings would not be enough, so he kissed her several times.

Song Qingzhu caught it with a smile, and made a gesture of being poked in the center, "Okay, okay, go to school quickly, or you will be late if you continue the performance."

Rong Jingchen jumped into her arms, and whispered in her ear, "I used to see the picture of mother sending the child to school on TV, and thought it was so contrived. Now I tried it, and I realized that it is really so contrived. It's really sweet."

The softest part of Song Qingzhu's heart was touched. She hugged his small body and said softly, "Do you want to be so sweet every day?"

"Yes!" Rong Jingchen said excitedly.

"Okay, let's be sweet again tomorrow, go to school quickly, or we really don't have enough time." Song Qingzhu urged with a smile.

"Goodbye, wait for me to come back." Rong Jingchen waved his hand and said.

"Be careful on the road." Song Qingzhu looked at him with joy in his eyes, and housekeeper Rong took his hand and left.

As soon as the two of them left, Song Qingzhu's phone rang.

In the garden, Song Qingzhu sat on a bench and made a phone call. The voice on the phone was warm and familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"Miss Song, I'm Mr. Jiang. I was really sorry last time because I had other things to do and I couldn't see you. This time I took the time to come to Linchuan just to meet you. I don't know if you have No time?" The voice on the other side of the phone came, full of anticipation in the words.

"I have time. I have time during the day." Song Qingzhu readily agreed, full of curiosity about Mr. Jiang.

"That's really great. We'll meet in an hour. The location is up to you. The main reason is that it's closer to your residence so it's more convenient." Mr. Jiang said thoughtfully.

"Okay, then let's meet at the corner coffee shop. I'll send the address to your phone later, and see you later." Song Qingzhu said.

"See you later." Mr. Jiang hung up the phone expectantly.

Song Qingzhu returned to the living room, stretched his neck to look at the dining room, and found that Rong Junchu was no longer there.She began to murmur in her heart that it's good to be the boss, and she can go to work whenever she wants, and it's good that no one cares.

She went back to the room, and found the notebook she got from Aunt Yan when she was in the country from the suitcase.This old notebook is full of staves. Mr. Jiang can understand her songs, so he may know the origin of this notebook.

She wrapped the notebook in a handkerchief, which was lent to her by Rong Junchu that day, and she originally wanted to wash it and return it to him, but with his cleanliness, he probably won't ask for it again.

After wrapping up the notebook and carefully putting it in the backpack, Song Qingzhu went out.Her car has been repaired, and it is parked in Rongyuan, and I miss her when I don't see her for a while.

Song Qingzhu drove to the corner coffee shop alone.

When she arrived, the coffee shop was deserted, with only a few customers scattered in the corner. Everyone was at work during this time of weekdays, and the one who could come out to drink coffee at this time was either the boss, who didn't have to go to work, or it was her. Kind of idlers.

"Miss, how many are you?" The waiter smiled and asked.

"I'm looking for someone, a middle-aged man." Song Qingzhu's description of Mr. Jiang is limited to this, and she has never seen it before.

"Oh, do you think it's that one?" The waiter pointed to the corner.

Song Qingzhu looked over, and could only see a figure from the back. A man in a suit was sitting on a chair. His back was straight and his shoulders were very broad, giving people a warm sense of security.The hair is very thick, but there are some gray hairs at the sideburns, which have been taken care of tightly.

"Miss, is that the gentleman you are looking for?" Seeing her stunned, the waiter asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's the gentleman I'm looking for." Song Qingzhu said with certainty, even though he had never seen that Mr. Jiang, even if he only saw his back now, even though they only talked on the phone twice, that kind of bearing And warmth cannot be fooled.