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

As soon as the car stopped, Song Qingzhu ran out of the car in a flash.

She took a deep breath, ah, the air outside is still fresh, she was almost suffocated in the car.

"Miss Song, your accommodation has been arranged. It's next to the study on the first floor." Butler Rong smiled, not to mention being kind.

"Why is it next to the study?" Song Qingzhu asked.She remembered that Rong Junchu's room was also next to the study room. The house is so big, couldn't they choose a room farther away from Rong Junchu for her?
When Rong Jun first heard the words, the brows twitched, and there seemed to be some displeasure between his eyebrows.

After all, Butler Rong has taken care of Rong Junchu for so many years, and his ability to observe words and demeanor has already been perfected, and he said with a smile, "These are all arranged by Young Master Chen."

Hearing that it was arranged by that little guy, Song Qingzhu was speechless immediately.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Rong Junchu's eyes, and Lin You pushed him in.

Song Qingzhu followed closely behind.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the house, a small figure rushed out, Song Qingzhu was caught off guard, and was bumped into his arms by him.

If it wasn't Rong Jingchen, who was that brat?

Song Qingzhu bent down and held his face to check, "Fortunately, it's just a red nose, don't be so reckless when you walk next time, if you fall somewhere, you will still be the one who hurts."

Rong Junchu looked at this scene with his head tilted, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

On the other hand, Rong Jingchen made a big face at Song Qingzhu, "Xiao Qingqing, tell me if I treat you well, I specially found a good position for you."

Song Qingzhu naturally understood what he meant by "good position", and looked at him speechlessly, so she has to be grateful to him?She wished she could stay away from Rong Junchu, a cold-faced workaholic!

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Xiao Qingqing." Rong Jingchen blinked at Song Qingzhu with big watery eyes, eyes full of innocence, "Is there something wrong?"

"When did I know you so well?" This was probably the second time the two of them met.

Rong Jingchen looked like a little adult, stood on tiptoe and patted Song Qingzhu's shoulder, "You're born once, you're familiar the second time ~ I'll call you Xiao Qingqing better than Auntie."

Song Qingzhu nodded, she was indeed not that old, and she didn't realize that Rong Jingchen had misled the topic.

When Rong Jun first saw the two talking as if no one else was there, he completely ignored himself, his eyes glanced back, and his tone was displeased, "Rong Jingchen, have you finished your homework today?"

When asked by Rong Junchu, Rong Jingchen's small face immediately drooped, "Got it, I'll do it now."

"Xiao Qingqing, wait for me, I'll finish writing right away to play with you!"

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, it's not sure who is playing with whom!

Without Rong Jingchen, Song Qingzhu became nervous again, his eyes turned around unnaturally, "Well... I'll go back to the room to get the acupuncture kit, you go to the study and wait for me."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he ran away, and only when he walked to the room did he feel that what he said just now was a bit wrong.

"Song Qingzhu, what kind of face do you have to make people wait for you!" Song Qingzhu patted his face and began to look around the room.

When she came out of Song's house, she only brought a suitcase and some documents, the other things must have been added by housekeeper Rong, and the sheets were also newly changed quilts.

No one had touched her things, Song Qingzhu took out her small bag from the suitcase, hesitated for a long time before slowly opening the door and going out.

As soon as the door opened, Lin You was already waiting at the door, "Miss Song, Master Jiu has been waiting for you for 10 minutes and 48 seconds."

Shocked, Song Qingzhu trotted to the study room, letting Rong Junchu wait for her for so long, would she still have to die?

When they arrived at the study room, Song Qingzhu opened the door cautiously, and when he looked up, he saw Rong Junchu sitting in a wheelchair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The window was opened wide, and the white gauze curtain was blown up by the wind, Song Qingzhu shivered.

"Your legs are not suitable for prolonged blow drying right now."

Song Qingzhu went straight to close the window, and opened the curtains to let more sunlight in.

Rong Junchu squinted his eyes in discomfort, and said in a serious voice, "Pull it up!"

Song Qingzhu was taken aback by his voice, with a sullen expression on his face, he stood in front of him, "Rong Junchu, don't think that everyone depends on you, I have to depend on you in everything, and I'm treating your leg. In this matter, you are the patient and I am the doctor, so you must listen to me."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking in one breath, he felt more comfortable.

Why did he not discuss it with him in advance when he moved his luggage here, and why did he deduct all her salary for no reason!

No one had ever dared to speak like this in front of him. Rong Junchu was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his lips inadvertently raised a small arc, which was fleeting.

"Are you angry?"

Song Qingzhu looked away, lowered his head and took out the needles from the bag, nothing could escape his eyes.

"The sun is good today, which helps your blood vessels circulate." Song Qingzhu changed the subject.

Unsurprisingly, Rong Junchu didn't return her, and stared at the trees not far from the window.

He looked like an old man in his twilight years.

"Song Qingzhu."

Song Qingzhu was administering needles, and when he called out, his hand movements paused, "What's wrong? If you can't stand the pain, I'll replace it with steel needles."

Without hearing his answer, Song Qingzhu raised his head, and then saw a flash of loneliness on Rong Junchu's face.

In a split second, his face returned to its usual cold expression.

"The salary covers the rent. As for my treatment expenses, I will pay Lin You every month." Rong Junchu said lightly.

"Oh, good." Song Qingzhu responded, with joy flashing in his eyes, he didn't expect Rong Junchu to be humane.

But before this thought dissipated from my mind, I heard Rong Junchu say: "You made me wait for 11 minutes and 24 seconds today, this time is enough for me to complete an order worth more than 500 million, so the three of you The monthly treatment fee is gone."

Song Qingzhu managed to manage a little bit of goodwill instantly broken by his words, secretly gritted his teeth, cursed him silently in his heart, buried his head and continued to perform acupuncture.

By the time today's treatment was over, it was almost a little later, and Song Qingzhu's stomach was growling with hunger, especially when the study was quiet.

"hey-hey……"

Song Qingzhu laughed dryly, picked up the needle bag on the ground and slipped out of the study.

What a shame!

When Song Qingzhu came out, Rong Jingchen had been waiting outside for a long time. Seeing her coming out, Rong Jingchen trotted all the way to her side, looking at Song Qingzhu with treacherous eyes.

"Xiao Qingqing, is there any new development with my uncle today?"