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

Rong Jingchen stared blankly at his second uncle, his eyes gradually turned red, "Is it really not possible?"

Rong Junchu didn't speak, but his attitude had already revealed everything.

Rong Jingchen lowered his head, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Got it."

Song Qingzhu didn't know what happened next. After returning to the room, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and couldn't help crying.

She really wished she could pack her bag and leave now, but she was a person who kept her word, and since she promised to heal Rong Junchu's leg, she couldn't go back on what she said.

Thinking of this, Song Qingzhu became more determined to heal Rong Junchu's legs as soon as possible.

Only after her leg is healed can she leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

Song Qingzhu thought about it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

It was already midnight when I woke up again.

"My head hurts!" Song Qingzhu wailed, knowing without thinking that she must be sick. She touched her forehead, and it was really hot.

She struggled to get up and wanted to drink some water, but forgot that the kettle in the room was out of water.

She cursed and walked out with a glass.

There was a dim yellow light in the living room, not too bright, and I could barely see the things around me.

Song Qingzhu searched around the living room, but found no hot water to drink, so he went to the kitchen gropingly.

Song Qingzhu was a little surprised that the kitchen light was still on at this point. Seeing hot water being boiled beside the sink, he walked straight over.

"crunch, crunch..."

There was a sudden sound behind him, and Song Qingzhu stopped pouring water. The sound seemed extremely terrifying in the night.

Although she is an atheist, anyone who hears this voice at this time will be afraid.

I don't know how long time passed, Song Qingzhu stood like this, motionless, with the occasional creaking sound coming from behind his ears.

"What are you doing?"

Song Qingzhu, who was still in a daze, was suddenly startled by the sound, and the cup in his hand slipped from his palm.

There was freshly poured boiling water in the cup, and it was scalding hot. If it hit her feet, her feet might turn into hot pig's trotters.

Song Qingzhu thought about it with tears in his eyes, but suddenly his wrist was grabbed, and he fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Ah!" Song Qingzhu screamed, the expected pain did not happen, and she fell firmly into a warm embrace.

Song Qingzhu stared blankly at the man in front of him, with a sharp side face, thin lips slightly pursed, and a hint of impatience in the eyes under the thick eyelashes.

"How long do you have to sit?"

Because of the fever, Song Qingzhu was stunned for a while, then came down slowly, "Thank you."

She pursed her lips and was about to go back to her room, but she was quite frightened when she didn't drink any water.

"where are you going?"

"Go back to the room!" Song Qingzhu replied to him angrily, feeling puzzled, and stared back at him, "Even if I live in your house now, I don't need to report everything to you, right? I just owe you a favor, wait If I cure your leg, it will be written off!"

When Rong Jun first heard the words, his eyes flickered, but his eyes still stayed on her.

His face was flushed red, and his teeth and paws were baring like an irritated cat.

She pulled her lips in a rare way, this woman is actually a bit cute when she is not flinching.

Song Qingzhu was scolding upright at first, but when he saw him still smiling, he became even angrier, "Are you still laughing? I didn't take this clothes. Why do you attack me? How do I know that this clothes is your treasure? If I Knowing that Rong Jingchen cheated on me, I wouldn't wear you even in wet clothes!"

"Rong Junchu, you bastard! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been frozen for so long. I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes when I met you!"

Song Qingzhu didn't take a breath when scolding him, all his anger and grievances were vented at this moment.

Rong Junchu was a little taken aback, did this person eat bear bile?Eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

After Song Qingzhu finished cursing, he felt dizzy, his stomach was overwhelmed, he stepped to the pool in two or three steps, and even vomited out his lunch.

"hiss……"

The tingling pain from the soles of the feet made Song Qingzhu sober up a bit, and he lowered his head to realize that he had accidentally stepped on the shards of glass just now.

Cursing secretly, he leaned on the pool and crossed over.

The hand was grabbed by someone in a flash, Song Qingzhu turned his head impatiently, and met Rong Junchu's gaze, his eyes were heavy, no emotion could be seen.

Rong Junchu moved his lips, his movement just now was almost subconscious.

"I'll take you back."

Song Qingzhu looked down at his feet and refused, "No, I can still walk."

Rong Junchu frowned, as if he didn't expect Song Qingzhu to reject him, with a little force on his arm, Song Qingzhu sat on his lap, and before Song Qingzhu could struggle, his hand was already on her forehead.

"You have a fever?"

Song Qingzhu didn't answer, but with a splitting headache, he asked, "Do you have antipyretics at home?"

Rong Junchu looked down at her and took her back to her room.Song Qingzhu sat down on the bed consciously.

She lowered her head to check the injury on the sole of her foot, and was scratched by a few small glass shards, but luckily it was not serious.

When he looked up again, Rong Junchu was no longer in the room.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, "Miss Song, Lord Jiu asked me to deliver medicine to you."

"come in."

The butler Rong came in and brought antipyretics, antiseptic cotton and band-aids. Song Qingzhu thanked him, took the medicine, and briefly treated the injuries on the soles of his feet before falling asleep.

This time, Song Qingzhu slept until noon the next day.

When she woke up, she found Rong Jingchen standing beside her bed. Thinking about what happened yesterday, she turned her head and ignored him.

Rong Jingchen knew that she was still angry with him, trotted to the other side and pulled her sleeve, "Xiao Qingqing, I apologize for what happened yesterday, can you stop being angry~"

Song Qingzhu didn't want to talk to him, forgiving him so easily, he may not know when he will be cheated by him again.

Rong Jingchen rolled his eyes, with an innocent expression on his face, "I didn't expect my uncle to be so angry. Look, I've bandaged your wound for you."

Song Qingzhu followed his hand and found that his feet were wrapped into a rice dumpling. He was angry and funny.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten what I taught you yesterday."

"Of course, a gifted teacher like Xiao Qingqing must be matched with a gifted student like me."

Song Qingzhu was amused by him, remembering that he had to go to work today, "I won't tell you, I'm late again today, your uncle will definitely deduct my salary."

Song Qingzhu was about to get up when he said that, but was pushed back by Rong Jingchen's small hands, "Uncle said that I will give you a day off with pay today, so don't worry about him deducting your salary."

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he scolded Rong Junchu last night, and couldn't help feeling guilty, and asked in a low voice, "Then what is your uncle's expression when he talks to you? Is he particularly angry?"