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

Song Qingzhu was really convinced, how could he be so gossip at such a young age.

Patting him on the head, he laughed and said, "You've been thinking about something in your little head all day long, and I'll teach you some first aid knowledge after I finish cleaning up."

Hearing her words, Rong Jingchen stared at her with big eyes, full of curiosity.

Anyway, she had nothing to do here, so she asked Rong Junchu for half a day off to teach Rong Jingchen some things to pass the time.

Song Qingzhu packed up his things, butler Rong came over and called them to eat, Song Qingzhu suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene in the study.

"You guys eat, I'm not hungry." Song Qingzhu shied away.

Butler Rong smiled: "Jiuye specifically explained that if you die of starvation, no one will heal his legs."

The calmness on Song Qingzhu's face could no longer be maintained, and he looked at Rong Jingchen for help, and the latter directly took Song Qingzhu's hand out of the room, "Let's wash our hands first, and then you will sit next to me later, my uncle won't you?" Terrible, don't worry."

Thinking that there was Rong Jingchen beside him, Song Qingzhu suddenly felt that eating with Rong Junchu was not so embarrassing.

Song Qingzhu convinced himself, and the two of them walked to the dining table after washing their hands.

Before Rong Junchu came, Rong Jingchen moved the stool for her to sit down, and sat next to Song Qingzhu himself.

Song Qingzhu always felt that this little guy was a little outrageously obedient at this time, but he couldn't tell what was so strange.

When Rong Junchu came over, he saw that the two had already sat down, his deep eyes swept towards Song Qingzhu, and then looked in Rong Jingchen's direction.

Rong Jingchen felt guilty after seeing him, and said obediently, "Xiao Qingqing said that she wanted to sit next to me."

Song Qingzhu didn't understand what he meant at first, until he saw Rong Junchu pushing the wheelchair and stopping beside him.

Well, she was cheated by a child again.

Song Qingzhu felt that his IQ had been insulted for so many years, and he stumbled on a poor kid.

Rong Junchu didn't speak any more, picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly and methodically, and Rong Jingchen seemed to have gotten used to this pattern, eating deliciously by himself.

Only Song Qingzhu, who was caught in the middle, felt uncomfortable, and even the delicious food tasted like chewing wax in his mouth.

"Not delicious?" Song Qingzhu was thinking about how to avoid Rong Junchu as much as possible in this house, when he was suddenly asked, "Ah".

"No, it's delicious."

Song Qingzhu began to bury his head in picking the rice in his bowl.

"Xiao Qingqing, did you have nothing to eat before? How come you can eat so delicious plain rice?"

Song Qingzhu groaned, with an embarrassed expression, and quietly glanced at Rong Junchu, who was also looking at her, his eyes full of inquiry, she immediately looked away, looking at her bowl, neither eating nor not Neither is eating.

Rong Junchu slightly lifted his thin lips, put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating, you guys can eat."

It wasn't until Rong Junchu's figure disappeared into the dining room that Song Qingzhu sighed, put down his chopsticks, and muttered, "If I eat like this every day, I'm afraid I'll have indigestion soon."

Seeing her like this, the housekeeper Rong shook his head amusedly. It seems that since Miss Song came, the house has become much more interesting.

"Miss Song, Master Jiu was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable watching him eat, so he entered the study early." Butler Rong kindly reminded him.

"Really?" Song Qingzhu looked at Butler Rong suspiciously, "Why haven't I seen him so kind?"

Butler Rong smiled slightly, "Miss Song just came into contact with Master Jiu, of course she doesn't know, Master Jiu is still a very nice person."

Song Qingzhu responded casually. After all, she was still not strong enough mentally. Isn't she just having a meal with her boss? She has nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking about it, two people, one big and one small, quickly ate up all the food on the table, and it was rare for Rong Jingchen to eat so deliciously. After a meal, his whole stomach was bulging.

"Children should not eat too much, it is not good for the stomach."

Rong Jingchen burped, with a satisfied face, "Xiao Qingqing, I'm so happy, I haven't had such delicious food for a long time."

The two looked at each other, and they both burst out laughing. As expected, eating with Rong Junchu was not the only one that felt uncomfortable.

After Song Qingzhu finished eating, he taught Rong Jingchen some simple first aid knowledge, only to realize that this little guy is very smart and knows how to infer other things from one instance.

In the room, the laughter of the two came from time to time.

In the study, Steward Rong stood beside Rong Junchu with a look of relief, "Master Jiu, Young Master Chen hasn't been this happy for a long time."

Rong Junchu's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The time with Rong Jingchen passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner. Because Song Qingzhu and Rong Jingchen ate too much during the day, they didn't feel hungry at night, so they went back to Butler Rong directly.

There was no separate bathroom in her room. After asking the housekeeper where the bathroom was, Song Qingzhu took a few clothes and went to take a shower.

The bathroom is large, except for the shower and washbasin, it is so clean that there is nothing superfluous.

"What a man with a cleanliness obsession, he can't even install an extra shelf." Song Qingzhu muttered, turning on the shower to take a shower.

As a result, he didn't pay attention to the direction of the shower, and Song Qingzhu's body and changed clothes were completely drenched.

Song Qingzhu looked at the wet clothes, wanting to cry but no tears.

She was in a hurry when she returned to China, and she only brought two sets of clothes with her. After returning, she was troubled by various things, and she hadn't had time to buy new clothes. Now the only two sets of clothes are wet, what should she do?You can't just go out and meet people like this, can you?
Looking for someone to borrow a set?
But she is the only woman in this house.

Naturally, she couldn't wear Rong Jingchen's clothes, let alone Rong Butler, could it be possible to let her borrow clothes from Rong Junchu?

After struggling in the bathroom for a long time, he suddenly heard Rong Jingchen's voice from outside.

"Xiao Qingqing, are you alright? Do you women take so long to take a bath?"

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, and he said embarrassedly, "Well, Xiao Yangyang, can you borrow a shirt from your uncle for me?"

"Huh?" Rong Jingchen asked in confusion, and then said cheerfully, "No problem."

As soon as Song Qingzhu heard it, he knew that the little guy must be thinking wrong again. Just as he was about to explain, he realized that the footsteps had gone away, and the person had already disappeared.

Song Qingzhu could only wait, and just when her patience was about to run out, wondering if the little guy had forgotten herself, she heard the sound of wheels rolling, and it was getting closer.

Song Qingzhu was stunned. Why did this little guy call Rong Junchu here? She just asked him to borrow a piece of clothing!
"What's the matter?" Rong Junchu said calmly when the wheelchair stopped in front of the bathroom.

Song Qingzhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Didn't Yangyang tell you?"

"No." Rong Junchu paused, "He said you have something important to ask me."