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

Rong Junchu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The child pursed his mouth, feeling very wronged.

He ran up to Rong Junchu, raised his immature and delicate face, looked at his expressionless and stern expression, curled his lips, and commented very rudely: "You are too unlovable, look at it You, angry with a child, don't know how to play with children at all, don't know how to get along with children, cut, and say you don't like me, I don't like you yet."

His disdainful tone made Rong Junchu quite a headache. He rubbed the center of his brows with a gloomy expression. This preaching tone made him completely irritated.

He is confident that this kid has nothing to do with him.

So did he learn this familiarity from his father or his mother?

"Okay, you don't like me, I don't like you, then don't talk to me."

Rong Junchu made a gesture to tell him to shut up.

The child's eyes were wide open, and the eye sockets were slightly red. He came to chat with him with good intentions, but in the end he drove himself away.He was so ignorant, it really made him sad.

Rong Junchu ignored his reddened eyes, slid the wheelchair to another position, and put the plate in his hand on the table.

The child snorted. He ran briskly on his short legs, quickly picked up the things, and then sat on the opposite side of Rong Junchu. As if provocative, he raised his chin and waved the fork in his hand.

"Hmph, I just want to scare you."

"Oh?"

Rong Junchu was interested, he raised his eyebrows and sneered.He paid no heed to his provocation.

The child sticks out his tongue, and is particularly in need of a beating: "Slightly slight! If you are angry, you will be angry with you."

Rong Jun laughed when he saw it for the first time. He turned his head, covered his mouth with one hand, and smiled at the end of his eyes.

The child laughed and pointed at Rong Junchu: "You laughed, you laughed!"

Rong Junchu's face was slightly stiff, and his face turned cold in an instant, staring at him with dark eyes.

He ignored his bluffing and just lowered his head to eat what was on his plate with his fork.

He had a poor appetite, and took only a piece of bread and butter.

The kid on the opposite side brought many exquisite and beautiful things, including foie gras, crispy fried chicken, and various fruits.In short, he took all the things the child liked, Rong Junchu glanced at it by chance, and sneered, it was indeed a child.

The child saw that there was only one piece of bread on his plate, and he asked concerned: "Uncle, do you want to get more?"

"unnecessary."

Rong Jun lowered his eyes and responded coldly.

The child curled his lips: "Cut it, don't want it." At the end, he started to ask again: "Do you want to eat chicken drumsticks? Shall I share one with you?"

As he said that, he immediately put on plastic gloves and began to tear open the fried chicken, throwing one of the fried chicken legs on his plate.He is small, so he can only lean on the table, reach for his plate, and throw it in.

"Oh, you should push the plate over a little bit."

The child felt slightly offended.

Rong Junchu indifferently looked at the steaming chicken legs on the plate, and his brows furrowed uncontrollably. He doesn't like to eat this kind of fried food, because it's bad for his health, so he hasn't eaten fried food for a long time. up.

No one has ever clamped things for him, because he doesn't like someone clamping things for him, he thinks it's very unclean.

Now, the drumstick was steaming in front of him.

The aroma hits the nostrils.

He was a little moved.

"What are you looking at! It's not poisonous, try it quickly, it's made by my mother."

Seeing him not eating for a long time, the child couldn't help persuading him.

Rong Junchu's face was slightly stiff, he looked up and asked, "Your mother made it?"

"That's right." The child nodded and said, "My mother is the royal chef here!"

Rong Junchu snorted coldly, and muttered: "It's not you."

The child didn't hear it, so he said happily: "I like the fried chicken made by my mother the most. It's really delicious. You should try it!"

Hearing his excited voice, Rong Jun Chuan couldn't bear the longing in his heart. He looked down at the chicken leg, and then at the child's expectant eyes. His expression was gloomy, and he took a bite of the chicken with a fork.

He didn't like this kind of thing, but by accident, looking at his expectant eyes, he actually had a feeling that he didn't want to let him down.

It's so weird.

Seeing him eating, the child felt as if he had eaten too, and started to smack his mouth. His grape-sized eyes looked at him darkly, watching him eat, and after seeing him eat, he couldn't help asking : "How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

His words were full of pride.

The chicken is firm and delicious. The smooth chicken spreads in the mouth. Rong Junchu chews slowly, as if he is savoring it carefully.

He replied slowly, "Not bad."

The child's bright eyes curled up, "Ha, I knew you would like it too!"

After speaking, he pushed the remaining fried chicken on the plate, jumped off the chair, and ran over quickly, the little man pushed the fried chicken in front of him.

"Since you like it, then give it to you!"

The child squinted his eyes, propped his chin happily, and said to him.

Rong Junchu was taken aback, and looked down at the fried chicken on the plate.

His face was slightly stiff, and he felt like he was in a cocoon.

The child's eyes are very beautiful, and the eyes are shining like stars shining in the starry sky.

Suddenly, he thought of a person.

Song Qingzhu.

Her eyes are also very bright and beautiful, and every time she smiles, it seems that all her troubles are gone.

Rong Junchu felt that he would have a shadow on fried chicken in the future.

If you eat too much, you will really feel nauseous.

Finally finished eating, Rong Junchu looked back, Song Qingzhu hadn't come out yet, he was going to leave to find her.

stopped by a child.

The child raised his fair face and asked him, "Are you leaving? What's your name?"

Rong Junchu didn't want to talk to him at first, but by accident, when he looked at his face, he had the urge to talk to him.

"My name is Rong Junchu." Rong Junchu's voice was very soft and cold. He looked at the child quietly and asked, "Do you know how to write my name?"

"Rong Junchu?" The child frowned, he asked hesitantly: "Easy Rong, the army of soldiers, can you go out?"

"Three words, you got two wrong." Rong Junchu sighed.

"Listen kid, my name is Rong Junchu, the easy one, the gentleman's king, the first time I met you."

The child blinked. It was obvious that he was still a bit confused. He probably didn't know a word. He didn't want to be looked down upon.With a straight chest, he pretended to be calm, "So it's the name, it's alright, alright, I understand, you can go."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said very grandly.

Rong Jun raised his lips and looked at him deeply.

When the child saw him looking at him, he felt guilty and unwilling, so he said arrogantly: "I'm leaving, I'm going to find my mother."

After speaking, the child ran away first.

In a flash, the child's figure disappeared into the crowd.

Rong Junchu quietly watched his disappearing back with a gloomy expression.