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

Mr. Chen shrugged, poured it for her again, and said slowly, "Don't worry, there's nothing in the wine."

Song Qingzhu held the glass of wine, thought for two seconds, and finally drank it.

Vodka is easy to get on the head, and it is very rushing in the throat.

But she wasn't drunk yet. Mr. Chen raised his eyebrows slightly to express his surprise when he saw her finish drinking. This is a beautiful woman who drinks refreshingly, which meets his aesthetic requirements.

On the next wine table, there were all kinds of drinking and talking, laughing and laughing, without any appearance of academic exchanges.

Mr. Chen refilled her another glass, this time with a little interest in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "If you drink three glasses in a row, I will increase the investment."

Song Qingzhu twitched the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Liu Rong suspiciously. Didn't he mean academic exchange?What investment?
Now the wine in her stomach is churning, and she feels like vomiting.

Mr. Chen saw that she didn't give me face, he was a little funny, and looked at Liu Rong leisurely, "This beauty doesn't give me face, she doesn't even drink a glass of wine."

Those who are sitting here are not wealthy. They have a little money at home, and investment is just a matter of moving their fingers.

Basically, no one has ever disobeyed them. Now suddenly there is someone who doesn't give face, and they turn their faces in an instant.

Mr. Chen looked at Song Qingzhu teasingly, wanting to see her flustered and humble, but she didn't. She was still calm, as if she didn't hear it.

He felt that this matter was getting more and more interesting.

Liu Rong was named by Mr. Chen, and the smile on his face dropped by three points. His sharp eyes swept over him, and his voice raised, "Song Qingzhu, drink quickly, don't refute Mr. Chen's face."

Song Qingzhu pulled away the chair and stood up, almost everyone's eyes were on her.

"I won't communicate with this "academic" anymore."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave when Mr. Chen grabbed hold of him. Song Qingzhu's expression darkened, "Let go."

Mr. Chen was surprised when he heard what she said, but at the same time thought she was playing hard to get, and spoke in a contemptuous tone.

"What? Your hospital calls investment an academic exchange? Interesting."

Liu Rong ran over quickly, smiled at Mr. Chen, then dragged Song Qingzhu out of the door, and said angrily: "Song Qingzhu, are you crazy? Think it over for me. If you want to continue working in this hospital, you will give me a hand." I drank the wine, if you don't want to do it, get out as soon as possible, the hospital doesn't support idlers."

Song Qingzhu sneered, crossed his arms, and took a step back with a cold face.

"By the way, what right do you have to fire me? The biggest shareholder of this hospital didn't say anything, who are you?" Song Qingzhu smiled contemptuously, and said, "Besides, I'm here to be a doctor to save people, not to be a wine girl. .”

"It's against you, don't I have the right to fire you? Besides, if you dare to step out today, don't stay in the hospital!!"

Liu Rong yelled at her in a low voice violently.

Song Qingzhu looked at him coldly, "It's because there are people like you who come to attract investment under the guise of academic exchanges, and the hospital is short of investment? I'm afraid it's not a scam."

Liu Rong's face changed slightly, and he was about to refute subconsciously, but Song Qingzhu keenly noticed the flicker in his eyes.She sneered, "Are you new here, right? The biggest shareholder of this hospital is called Rong Junchu, known as Master Rong Jiu. I'm afraid you don't want to take this investment for yourself."

Hearing the words Rong Jiuye, Liu Rong's face froze.

Although he is new here, he has never met Rong Jiuye before, but he has heard that the hospital belongs to Song Jiuye.But the woman in front of her took every mouthful of Master Rong Jiu. Could it be that she has something to do with Master Rong Jiu?

But he couldn't admit it. If he did, he would definitely be fired.

"It is because there are too many narrow-minded people like you that there are too few good leaders."

Song Qingzhu showed a surprised expression, "What? Do you think you are a good leader?"

"Song Qingzhu!" Liu Rong heard this, her pupils shrank slightly, her chest was heaving with anger, she gritted her teeth and pointed at her, "Get out, get out!"

Song Qingzhu sneered: "Okay, let's see who gets out."

Hearing this, Liu Rong yelled angrily, "Get out! Don't come back if you get out."

Song Qingzhu ignored him and strode away.

She went out, and when the wind blew her head hurt.

Even though he only had one glass of wine, he still smelled of alcohol.

She paused and stopped a car on the side of the road. She didn't know what was going on. There were very few cars here, so few to none. Occasionally a car was a private car, and there were no taxis at all.

Song Qingzhu stood by the roadside, thinking about it, and called Shen Xiyan, but the phone rang for a long time, but he didn't answer.She slid her fingertips on the call record, and her eyes stayed on the word "Rong Junchu". She gritted her teeth and called him.

Rong Junchu was in a meeting. In the high-rise building, the lights were brightly lit. His phone was on vibrate. He glanced casually and saw the word Song Qingzhu. He made a gesture and slid his wheelchair out.

After answering the phone, I heard Song Qingzhu's hesitant voice.

"You, can you send someone to pick me up?"

"Where are you."

At night, the night wind was whistling, and the wind was howling. Song Qingzhu wrapped her clothes tightly, and went up and down the steps by the roadside, waiting for Rong Junchu to send someone to pick her up.

After an unknown amount of time, a black Maserati stopped quietly in front of her.

Song Qingzhu was a little restless by the wind, the car door opened, Song Qingzhu got in, and feeling the warm atmosphere in the car, she stretched out her hand and rubbed it.Rong Junchu sat at the back, and the moment she came up, he frowned slightly.

"Drinking?"

Rong Junchu looked through the car window at the hotel not far away, and then looked at her expression, his face sank slightly.

"Just one cup." When she heard him ask, she didn't hide it, and answered concisely, "I need it for work."

Seeing that she was not in the right mood, Rong Junchu secretly slandered, his eyes flickered slightly, "Have you been made things difficult for me?"

For some reason, an unknown fire rose in his chest.

When he was by his side, no one had ever dared to make things difficult for her. Who on earth was so blind that he dared to attack her.

"Go home." Song Qingzhu paused and did not continue this topic.

She is a little confused now, and her eyelids are heavy and she wants to close them.

"What's the number of the box?" Rong Junchu asked without doubt.

Song Qingzhu was startled, as if he didn't expect him to say this, so he subconsciously said it.But when she realized that she saw Rong Junchu getting out of the car, she got out of the car from the other side in surprise and stopped in front of him.

"What are you going to do?"

Rong Junchu admitted that he was impulsive, and couldn't contain the impulse in his heart.

He's a little bit sane at the moment.

"Step aside."

Song Qingzhu said: "You don't need to help me."

Rong Junchu glanced at the bodyguard, "Push me up."

The bodyguards separated Song Qingzhu, and there was a great disparity in strength between men and women. Song Qingzhu soon fell behind, and the bodyguards and Rong Junchu soon arrived at the door of Box 505 on the second floor.

Under Jiu Ye's signal, the bodyguard kicked open the door of the box.

The people inside who were laughing and laughing were stunned for a moment, and they turned their heads to look over.