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

Song Qingzhu looked intently, and the two figures, one big and one small, were not Rong Junchu and Rong Jingchen.

No wonder Rong Jingchen said yesterday that he followed Rong Junchu all day today, so they also came to the art exhibition.

"Don't let them find out that I'm here too." Song Qingzhu thought, the cat was about to slip away from the wall, but someone grabbed his shoulder.

"Little girl, don't go in a hurry, and then go to see a painting with me."

It was the old man with the white beard who held her down. Song Qingzhu was speechless, looked up at him, and said with a dry smile, "Grandpa, I have urgent matters at home. How about we discuss it next time?"

"No, you have to go over with me to see it." The old man with white beard insisted.

Song Qingzhu was about to scold her, this old man was probably sent by Song Shiyu to trick her.

"Grandpa, my family is really in a hurry, let's make an appointment next time!"

It was not easy for Mu Yide to meet an interesting girl, so he let her go so easily.

"You didn't answer the phone and didn't look at your phone. How do you know that there is something urgent at home?"

"I..." Song Qingzhu was at a loss for words. Seeing that Rong Junchu and the others were coming, he quickly pulled the old man around a corner, "Grandpa, I really have something urgent."

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Rong Junchu had gone in the opposite direction to her, and Song Qingzhu let out a breath slowly.

Naturally, her actions did not escape Mu Yide's eyes. Mu Yide glanced at Rong Junchu's direction from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Are you afraid of that kid?"

The "that kid" in his mouth naturally refers to Rong Junchu.

Song Qingzhu nodded and shook his head again, and said patiently, "I really should go back, old man, please let me go."

It's just that I came out to see an art exhibition, so why did I meet such a stubborn old man.

Mu Yide persisted and threatened, "If you don't agree, I'll drag you in front of that kid!"

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, how would she explain it if she appeared in front of Rong Junchu now?

Those who come here are either famous nobles or well-known artists. She can't say that she sneaked in, can she?Even Rong Jingchen wouldn't believe this.

After thinking about it, Song Qingzhu looked at the old man beside him pleadingly. Because he was wearing a mask, there were only a pair of black eyes exposed at the moment.

"Grandpa, I will definitely have a good time discussing with you next time. I really have something to do today, why don't we leave a phone call?"

Mu Yide thought to himself, although the gallery is not very noisy, it is indeed not a good place for academic exchanges. In case one gets excited, the voice is a little louder, and it is easy to influence others to watch the art exhibition. It is better for him to bring her to him next time. to his studio.

Thinking about it, Mu Yide compromised, took out the mobile phone and handed it to her, "You save it yourself, don't lie to me!"

Song Qingzhu was about to be annoyed by the old man, and quickly entered his mobile phone number.

"Okay, let's get back in touch later, I'm leaving first."

As Song Qingzhu said, he tightened the mask on his face, and walked through the crowd with his head down.

Behind him, Mu Yide looked at the name left on his mobile phone, "Song Qingzhu? The name sounds nice."

However, the surname is Song?Could it be someone from the Song family in Linchuan?
Mu Yide was very happy, he didn't expect that there would be someone who could see his state of mind when he was painting, and this person was still a young girl.

"Master, you've been out for a long time, do you want to go to the lounge to rest for a while?" Seeing Song Qingzhu leaving, a man who looked like an assistant walked up to Mu Yide and asked warmly.

"No, I'll see for myself." Mu Yide refused.

Song Qingzhu had just walked a few steps when she found an extremely familiar painting. She was a little surprised, and subconsciously glanced in Rong Junchu's direction. The two had already walked away, at least they would not notice her side. So he stopped and watched.

This is what she left in the hotel when she went out to practice medicine abroad. She didn't expect to see it here after going around.

The painting is about a war in a small country, with injured people all over the place, the setting sun is slanting, and the pen is written with the word "Zhiqiu".

"Zhiqiu" is the name she has always used.

Just as Song Qingzhu was thinking, there was a sudden exclamation from the other side, and the crowd began to become chaotic.

"Doctor! Is there a doctor here!" someone shouted, and someone else was busy on the phone.

Song Qingzhu instinctively ran over and squeezed through the crowd, "Rang Rang, I'm a doctor".

After squeezing to the front, I realized that lying on the ground was the eccentric old man I met just now.

Not far away, Rong Junchu and Rong Jingchen also rushed over.

Song Qingzhu took a closer look at the appearance of the old man at this time, and it looked like a cardiac arrest caused by ventricular fibrillation.

Seeing Rong Junchu's shadow from the corner of the eye, Song Qingzhu gritted his teeth, "I can't care about that much anymore, saving people is the most important thing."

"I'm a doctor, let me come!"

Song Qingzhu squatted down, asked a few words about the medical history, and then started the on-the-spot rescue.

On the other side, Rong Jingchen's eyes widened, and he looked at Song Qingzhu who was kneeling on the ground in shock.

"Then...then...then, isn't that Xiao Qingqing? Why is she here? Didn't Xiao Qingqing say that she has something to do today? Why don't you tell us when you come to see the art exhibition? Why don't we just come together. "Rong Jingchen muttered dissatisfiedly, Xiao Qingqing unexpectedly came here to have fun without telling herself.

Rong Junchu stared at Song Qingzhu with both eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was no expression on his face.

Song Qingzhu vaguely heard the little guy's complaints, but ignored them and continued to move her hands. After a while, she stopped.

The heartbeat has been revived, and the person has been rescued.

"Okay, it's all right, take your old man to the lounge to rest for a while, and go back to the hospital for a detailed physical examination."

"Thank you for saving my master!" The assistant was grateful to Dade, fortunately he was rescued, otherwise if something went wrong with the old man, he would surely die.

Mu Yide had already regained consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the little girl just now, knowing that she had saved him, he felt a little more happy after being grateful, because he and this little girl had a predestined relationship.

After the crowd dispersed, Song Qingzhu pretended to have discovered Rong Junchu and the two, and walked over in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Rong Jingchen complained dissatisfied: "Xiao Qingqing, you didn't take me out to play! It's a pity that I was thinking of taking you out to play together yesterday!"

Song Qingzhu scratched his head in embarrassment, full of guilt, "I didn't expect you to be interested in the art exhibition! My best friend couldn't come back from filming in other places, so she gave me the invitation letter."

Song Qingzhu pushed the matter of the invitation letter to Shen Xiyan. It is not an exaggeration for a big star to have an invitation letter for an art exhibition.

"Shen Xiyan?" Rong Junchu asked.

Song Qingzhu nodded, and said with a dry smile, "Yeah, she's too busy to come here, and I happen to be free, so Xiyan said, let me come here to learn more and cultivate my artistic sentiment."

Rong Junchu looked around Song Qingzhu, and Song Qingzhu was a little hairy, "I really need to be cultivated."

Song Qingzhu looked at him suddenly, what do you mean, does this dislike her for not being artistic?She snorted softly, pulled Rong Jingchen and said, "Since we met, let's take a look together."

Rong Jingchen was naturally happy, "Uncle, let's go with Xiao Qingqing."

Rong Junchu's expression was light: "Yes."

Song Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and consciously walked behind Rong Junchu to help him push the wheelchair.

Fortunately, Rong Junchu didn't delve into it, otherwise she would hardly be able to make it up.

Song Qingzhu was originally here to visit the art exhibition, and he was completely lost after being tossed about like this. He didn't dare to express his opinion during the whole process, for fear of being noticed by Rong Junchu, so he just quietly acted like a wooden man, and occasionally listened to Rong Junchu giving Rong Jingchen Explain a few sentences.

Walking to the exit, Rong Junchu suddenly said, "Didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner that night?"