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

Song Qingzhu ate and went upstairs to sleep.

I fell asleep until eight o'clock in the evening.

When she went downstairs, Rong Jingchen had already returned and was watching TV in the living room.Butler Rong was busy in the kitchen, bringing out fruit from time to time.

Lin You was in the garage, cleaning the vehicle.

But I didn't see Rong Junchu.

When Rong Jingchen saw Song Qingzhu and saw her looking around, he knew who she was looking for.

He chuckled: "Uncle is working in the study."

Song Qingzhu's mind was exposed, and he walked in front of him without changing his face.

"Have you finished your homework? Have you reviewed it? Have you revised it?"

Song Qingzhu scolded him solemnly.

Rong Jingchen responded with a smile, "Of course I finished writing. If I haven't finished writing, would I still dare to watch TV?"

Song Qingzhu curled his lips, and shifted his gaze to the TV, which was playing Ultraman, and the sound of monsters driving around lingered in the hall from time to time.

"I'm too old to watch Ultraman."

Rong Jingchen retorted: "I am willing!"

"All right, all right, look at it." Song Qingzhu didn't argue with him, she went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of iced Coke.

Seeing her, housekeeper Rong said gently, "Miss Song, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Is there any lamb?"

"There is beef."

"Then let's have cold beef!"

Song Qingzhu answered firmly.

Butler Rong replied with a smile, "Okay, Miss Song wants something spicy, right?"

"Just..." Song Qingzhu originally wanted to nod, thinking that Rong Junchu can't eat spicy food, if he can't eat spicy food, then he can't eat beef.So, she had to give in, and Song Qingzhu said, "It's better not to be spicy."

Butler Rong raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if thinking of something, he asked, "Is it because of Lord Jiu?"

Before Song Qingzhu could reply, Butler Rong said with a bright smile, "It's okay, I will make another dish for Master Jiu."

"Then make it spicy! I want super spicy."

Hearing what he said, Song Qingzhu no longer restrained himself, and let go of eating directly.

Butler Rong: "Okay, then Miss Song, let's go watch TV outside."

Song Qingzhu ran outside bouncingly, and sat down beside Rong Jingchen. Rong Jingchen glared at her, "Xiao Qingqing, why is your butt so big, it squeezed into me."

Song Qingzhu made a grimace, "I'll just squeeze."

Seeing this, Rong Jingchen rolled her eyes, and the little adult seemed to say: "Childish."

Song Qingzhu curled his lips and replied, "Aren't you naive?"

At this time, Lin You walked in and couldn't help laughing when he saw the two people arguing.

"You two are really like a mother and son."

Song Qingzhu's eyes widened, "I don't want to be a fucking mother."

Seeing this, Rong Jingchen also said, "Then I don't want to be your son either."

Lin You burst out laughing. He looked up and saw Rong Jiuye in a wheelchair on the second floor, and immediately became serious.

"Ninth Master!"

Rong Junchu nodded, and came down indifferently. He looked at the two live treasures on the sofa, and his voice was as low as a cello: "What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing!" Song Qingzhu pouted.

Rong Jingchen immediately complained, "Xiao Qingqing hates me, uncle, you have to make the decision for me."

"Wow, Yangyang, how can you say that about me? Where do I despise you? Why don't you say you despise me?"

Song Qingzhu pretended to be crying and Rong Jingchen was dumbfounded.

He never expected that there would be another person who was more proficient in acting than him.

Each of the two said a word, instantly enlivening the hall.

When it was time to eat, Song Qingzhu picked up the beef and ate it in his mouth. It was silky and tough, and it was simply delicious.

"I declare that the cold beef is my favorite."

Rong Jingchen said coldly, "I don't even look at how big your own belly is."

"Personal attacks are prohibited."

Song Qingzhu glared at him.

Rong Junchu glanced at them with his long and narrow eyes, with a puzzled look on his face, and said in a confused voice: "When did you start to hate each other?"

……

After eating, Song Qingzhu prepared something for Rong Junchu to do rehabilitation training.

She pushed Rong Junchu upstairs, and the room was tightly closed.

Rong Junchu sat in a wheelchair and looked directly at her.

"Did you feel strength in your legs today?"

Song Qingzhu stood opposite him and asked with raised eyebrows.

Rong Junchu felt his leg muscles, he nodded slightly, "My legs actually feel it."

"Then try to stand up."

Song Qingzhu handed him a crutch.

Rong Junchu pursed his lips slightly, his feather-like eyelashes fluttered slightly. He took the crutches, put them under his armpits, and stood up relying on his own strength. The moment he stood up, he felt joy in his heart.

He can walk for a few minutes on crutches, and after a few minutes his legs will hurt, and then it seems like there is an electric current, shuttling through his thighs.His brow was sweating from the pain.

"You sit in the wheelchair and rest for a while, and come back in 3 minutes."

Song Qingzhu said without a doubt.

Rong Junchu didn't try to be brave, he sat back in the wheelchair, without using his legs, his strength dissipated.The pain in his legs shifted back, and he panted slightly. At this moment, his face was covered with thin sweat.

3 minutes to.

Song Qingzhu pinched the stopwatch, she frowned, "Get up!"

Rong Junchu gritted his teeth, put the crutches under his armpits, and stood up again. The piercing pain reappeared. He walked forward step by step. The steps were not big, and each step was very difficult.After walking a few steps, his forehead was already covered with sweat from the pain.

Song Qingzhu glanced at the watch in his hand from time to time, and walked to his side, his eyes were as sharp as torches.Her gaze was like a fire, burning Rong Junchu's heart, Rong Junchu's brain only felt a burst of numb pain, from head to toe, he gritted his teeth, and the sweat on his neck was like a waterfall.

"Come on, it's almost 3 minutes."

Seeing the sweat on his face, Song Qingzhu couldn't bear it, but because of his legs, he could only bear it.

Her eyes kept going back and forth between the watch and his face.

"Seven seconds left."

Rong Junchu couldn't bear it, his tongue was bitten almost unconscious, his whole body was confused and he couldn't speak at all.

At this moment, the body seems to be falling apart.

It's the same feeling as if the whole body was skinned and soaked in salt water.

Rong Junchu's breathing gradually accelerated, his dark eyes looked ahead, and Song Qingzhu's soft voice came from his ear.

Only her voice could give him some solace.

His mind gradually emptied.

"It's here! Three minutes, eight, nine..." Song Qingzhu saw that he was about to lose his hold, so she pinched her watch, "Yes, I'll help you to sit down."

Rong Junchu's thoughts gradually condensed, and he turned his head to look at Song Qingzhu dully.

Then stop her.

"No, no, I'll go back by myself."

His voice trembled slightly.

Teeth are chattering.

Song Qingzhu had no choice but to follow him in case he fell suddenly.

Fortunately, he walked very firmly to the wheelchair and sat down.