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

Seemingly sensing that he was about to wake up, just in case, Song Qingzhu quickly closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, holding his breath, pretending to be still asleep.

After Rong Junchu woke up and saw that Song Qingzhu was still sleeping, he glanced out the window and saw that the plane was landing.He pushed Song Qingzhu awake, and Song Qingzhu woke up in a daze, his voice a little guilty.

"what happened?"

Song Qingzhu looked at him.

Rong Junchu: "It's almost here, don't sleep."

Song Qingzhu swallowed his saliva and nodded.

The plane landed quickly, and the two went down.

The air outside is very fresh, and it is already night here.

The sky was pitch black, neon lights flickered in the distance, and leaves swayed.

There is a shuttle bus.

After they got in the car, the car drove to the designated hotel.

The hotel rooms of Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu are adjacent to each other.Song Qingzhu put Rong Junchu's luggage in his room before returning to his room.

Finally landed, you can have a good rest.

After Song Qingzhu went to take a shower, he was playing with his mobile phone on the bed, watching the news, and found that Shen Xiyan was on the trending list.Clicking in, it turned out that the stills of Shen Xiyan's new drama "White Night" were revealed, and a group of fans below were applauding.

Song Qingzhu couldn't help but like her too.

She ordered with a trumpet.

Around nine o'clock, Song Qingzhu felt his stomach growling.

She rolled out of bed and was about to call the hotel front desk to order a meal.

Suddenly Rong Junchu's call came.

"Come over for dinner."

He just dropped this sentence and hung up.

Song Qingzhu ran over quickly, and as soon as she pushed the door in, she smelled a scent, her eyes lit up, and when she walked in, she saw all kinds of exquisite dishes on the table, all kinds of dishes were delicious. have.

"Wow, Master Jiu, you are too rich."

Song Qingzhu admired it sincerely.

Rong Junchu glanced at her indifferently, did not speak, but there was a smile in his eyes, which soon disappeared.

"Eat quickly and go back quickly."

After Rong Junchu finished speaking, he picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and tuned to the news channel.

The news is broadcasting that there are thugs walking on the street, so that the masses are vigilant and so on.

Song Qingzhu was concentrating on enjoying the food, and she looked at Rong Junchu from time to time, thinking of going back after eating quickly, so as not to be gossiped.

Suddenly, a piece of news caught her attention.

On the TV, the female anchor spoke in a pleasant voice.

"Recently, the famous pianist Jiang Yanshu held a solo concert at the Châtelet Theater in Paris, France. His "Chopin Etude" and "Liszt Sonata" will be performed with great enthusiasm..."

Song Qingzhu only knew that Senior Jiang would be in France, which happened to be the same as her here.

After eating, Song Qingzhu burped contentedly. She wiped her greasy mouth with a tissue, then ran to Rong Junchu's side and said to him: "Go to bed early, I won't treat you today, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Go back first."

Rong Junchu glanced at her coldly.

Song Qingzhu covered his mouth and smiled, then ran out bouncing around.

The reason for bouncing around is because she thinks it can help her lose weight.

The next morning, Song Qingzhu got up very early. After washing up, he went to have breakfast in a public place. The breakfast here is not as good as the one in China. This is true.

Rong Junchu is wearing a black suit today, with an exquisite tie, meticulous hair, and a handsome face, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Even in a wheelchair, there is a chill of dread.

Song Qingzhu also wore a noble little dress today, an off-the-shoulder blue gauze dress, reaching to the knees, revealing her slender and long legs, and a pair of royal blue fringed high-heeled shoes on her feet.

This was arranged by Rong Junchu for her.

Although the clothes are beautiful, she is a little uncomfortable wearing them.

She had never worn such revealing clothes before, with her arms completely exposed.

They boarded the cruise ship at five o'clock in the afternoon. On the cabin, Rong Junchu was always in the VIP lounge.Song Qingzhu was on the sidelines, looking out of the window from time to time with his chin resting on his chin. The waves were rolling outside, and there were many people's voices.

This is a huge cruise ship. There are probably hundreds of passengers on board, most of whom are either rich or expensive.

A buffet dinner is served on board, with everything you can expect.

After Rong Junchu finished his official duties in the lounge, he and Song Qingzhu came to the self-help area. There were many people here, most of them were chatting and chatting, and it was bustling.

Song Qingzhu suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom, and after talking to Rong Junchu, he went to the bathroom.

Rong Junchu picked up food in the self-service area, and when he was about to turn around and leave, a child bumped into his wheelchair, and the impact caused his wheelchair to slide back twice.

When he raised his eyes, his clear eyes met the child's gaze.

The child swallowed, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Rong Junchu's expression was very bad, and the dinner plate he was holding fell to the ground.

The child was very beautiful, about four or five years old, blinking beside Rong Junchu tremblingly, pinching the hem of his clothes nervously.

A waiter came forward to clean it up.

Seeing that he did not speak, the child not only did not run away.Instead, he leaned forward and asked tentatively, "Uncle, are you angry?"

Rong Junchu doesn't like children, except for Rong Jingchen, because in his memory, children are noisy, noisy, and naughty at the same time.The rushing, let him have a deep impression on the child.

At this moment, the kid in front of him was the type he hated.

Skin, collision, accompanied by the posture of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

Even if he's good-looking, it's not worth the fact that he's a little bastard.

Rong Junchu was looking at him, and he was also looking at Rong Junchu, with a deep expression on his face.

Just like that, the eyes of the two have been looking at each other.

There are so many people here, the noisy sound fills the ears of both of them with garbage.But at this moment, Rong Junchu felt tranquility, he watched this little kid quietly.

"Uncle! Can't you speak?"

The child spoke again, with a childish voice and deep confusion in his eyes.

"I will." Rong Junchu said lightly, frowning indistinctly, he continued slowly, "I just don't want to talk to you."

The child opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Why!" The child's tone was very aggrieved. He was so popular with adults, but no one had ever said that to him before, which really made him angry.

Rong Junchu: "Because you are very noisy."

The child looked at him in disbelief, "I don't make noise!"

"Oh?" Rong Junchu hummed, as if he wanted to talk to him a little bit, he glanced at him lazily, expecting his explanation.

The child looked at him and felt that he was not an easy person to provoke, but there was a kind of attraction that was drawing him closer.The child curled his lips like an adult, and said stubbornly: "Hmph, you are the one who quarreled when I was arguing."