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

After staying for another two days, they began to plan their trip back home.

During the period when Song Qingzhu and Shen Xiyan went shopping, the bodyguards followed them all the way, just to prevent Xu Zhi from waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

Returning to China today, Song Qingzhu packed everything into the suitcase in the room, Shen Xiyan's things had never been taken out, so she didn't need to pack.Looking at Song Qingzhu from the side.

"Qingzhu, that's all you brought?"

Shen Xiyan looked at her in surprise, the suitcase was smaller than hers, and there were fewer things than hers.

"Well, I just brought a few clothes and underwear, as well as two pairs of shoes and toiletries." Song Qingzhu said, "I'm not like you, I need to stay for a long time."

"That's right." Shen Xiyan suddenly realized and nodded.She is going to live in the crew, so she must bring a lot of things.

After packing up their things, the two went out to the airport together by car.

The moment the plane landed, Song Qingzhu felt the joy of going home.

I haven't seen Yang Yang for a long time, and I don't know if he misses himself.

After sending Shen Xiyan back, Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu went directly back to Rongyuan.

After getting out of the car, Rong Jingchen ran out, threw himself into Song Qingzhu's arms, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qingqing, you are finally back, I miss you so much!"

"Did you not go to school today?"

"Idiot, it's Sunday."

"Oh, I was too confused." Song Qingzhu put him down, scratching his head shyly.

Rong Jingchen blinked at her, and asked impatiently: "Xiao Qingqing, what have you been doing abroad?"

"What else can I do? It's not work yet." Song Qingzhu would never say that she was there to play.

Rong Jingchen took Song Qingzhu's arm and begged her to explain interesting things abroad to him.

Rong Junchu looked at the backs of the two of them leaving, with helplessness and sighs in his eyes.

This little guy doesn't even care about his uncle.

It was only when Rong Jingchen went upstairs that he realized that he didn't say hello to his uncle, but he thought about it again, alas, there is more time to say hello, and he is not in a hurry.

Butler Rong came out with a smile, pushed Rong Junchu's wheelchair, and asked softly, "Master Jiu, have you and Miss Song made any progress yet?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Rong Junchu said indifferently.

Butler Rong was not angry, and still had a smile on his lips: "Then Master Jiu must work hard, it would be bad if Mr. Jiang got ahead of him."

"He dares!" Rong Junchu sneered, dismissive.

In fact, my heart is still a little fuzzy.

Jiang Jingzhi did have an overly ordinary attitude towards Song Qingzhu, so he had to guard against it.

In the evening, after dinner, Song Qingzhu was about to go out for a walk. Rong Junchu stopped her, and Song Qingzhu looked at him questioningly.

Under the light, Rong Junchu dodged a little, but he still pretended to be calm, and his tone was emotionless.

"I will go with you."

When Song Qingzhu heard the words, he looked over in surprise, as if he was not sure, and repeated, "Do you want to go for a walk with me?"

"Ah."

Song Qingzhu was even more shocked. He was never interested in walking before. Why did he suddenly want to take a walk with her today?

Rong Jingchen raised his hands and said cheerfully, "I'm going too."

"Go watch TV."

Rong Junchu cut off his way very decisively.

Rong Jingchen snorted, butler Rong understood, quickly coaxed him, took him back to the room, and then only the two of them were left in the hall.

As they looked at each other, Song Qingzhu bowed down.

"Okay, okay, let's go together."

Although it was very strange, Song Qingzhu thought about it, what's so strange about it?Don't you just go for a walk?It's not like she hasn't walked with other people.

Song Qingzhu pushed Rong Junchu's wheelchair and walked outside. The moonlight outside illuminated the earth, and the surrounding was extremely quiet, with occasional stars twinkling in the dark blue sky.

The two were walking on the road.

In the end, it was Song Qingzhu who broke the quiet atmosphere. As she walked, her eyes fell on the back of Rong Junchu's head. Looking at his dark head, she felt a little uneasy.

"Master Jiu, why don't you speak?"

"say what?"

Rong Junchu seemed to pause for a moment, and soon asked in a deep voice.

Song Qingzhu was at a loss for words, so he racked his brains and thought for a while, as if, as if, there really should be nothing to say.

She fell silent.

Suddenly, Rong Junchu asked abruptly, "How do you treat Jiang Jingzhi?"

"what?"

The topic suddenly jumped to Jiang Jingzhi, Song Qingzhu frowned, a little hard to understand why he asked this question suddenly.

"Didn't you say you were looking for a topic?" Rong Junchu twitched the corners of his mouth in the dark night, his voice was soft and deep.

"Ah." Song Qingzhu wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, pondered for two seconds, and then slowly said: "I think Brother Jiang is very good."

"better than me?"

"Eh?" The corners of Song Qingzhu's mouth twitched, a little confused, "Anyway, Master Jiu and Brother Jiang are of different types and cannot be compared."

Rong Junchu was silent, and the atmosphere between the two became quiet again.

"Don't like him."

In the darkness, Rong Junchu's voice was low and deep, with a hint of prayer.

Song Qingzhu wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak as if his throat was choked. He could only look at the back of his head silently, feeling a little sad for no reason.

"Push me to the front for a stroll."

Within three seconds, Rong Junchu's slightly flustered voice sounded, Song Qingzhu hummed from his nose, and silently pushed the wheelchair to the downtown square in front of him.

There are all kinds of old ladies and old men dancing in this square every night. The huge stereo is placed in front, making a deafening sound. When they pass by, their ears are full of buzzing music.

Rong Junchu said to stop here for a while.

Then they stood outside the square for half an hour, watching the old men and women dance for half an hour.

At this moment, although they were dancing in front of them, Song Qingzhu's heart was very peaceful.

She knew that one day, she would join the ranks.

Before, she never thought she could do square dancing, but at this moment, she was a little envious of doing square dancing.It feels good to have this idle life filled.

Rong Junchu tilted his head, looked gloomy, and raised his voice: "Do you want to try it?"

His voice was mixed with the music, even though the music was loud, Song Qingzhu could hear it very clearly, there was the howling of passing vehicles behind him, and the sound of loudspeaker music in front, and his voice, mixed in, entered her In the ears, it was unusually clear.

It was as if everything around him stopped, only him in front of him.

Song Qingzhu seemed to have thought of something, and retracted his hands into his pockets, as if being scalded, his face gradually flushed, and his eyes dodged inexplicably.

She, she wouldn't really like it, would she?
Rong Junchu saw her as if she was frightened, and quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Qingzhu shook his head in panic, "I, I'm fine."