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

"Really? I look like Xiao Qingqing?" Rong Jingchen asked expectantly.

Song Qingzhu laughed: "Miss Boss, this wasn't born by me, but by a friend of mine."

The proprietress also seemed a little embarrassed, "I thought it was your child, but you really look alike."

"Probably all good-looking people are similar."

The proprietress also knew that it was inappropriate to continue this topic, so she put down the yogurt and left.

After the meal, Song Qingzhu bought two more cups of milk tea with Rong Jingchen, and then went back satisfied.

"Xiao Qingqing, I think today is the happiest day I've ever lived."

In the car, Rong Jingchen smacked his small mouth with endless aftertaste.

Song Qingzhu drove the car, saw his satisfied expression through the rearview mirror, and laughed out loud, "If you like, I can secretly take you out to eat once a month."

"Really~" Rong Jingchen's face was full of excitement, and he grabbed the back of Song Qingzhu's seat with his small hands.

"Of course, but you can't let your uncle know."

Two people, one big and one small, drank all the milk tea on the way, and they were still empty-handed when they returned.

"Miss Song and Young Master are back." Seeing Rong Jingchen come in, Butler Rong reached out to help him take off his coat, "It's past meal time, I'll warm up those dishes before eating."

"No need, we've already eaten outside." Song Qingzhu said, pulling Rong Jingchen inside.

At the door, Butler Rong frowned when he smelled the smell on Rong Jingchen's coat.

Where did Miss Song take the young master?
Song Qingzhu cleaned up the room, and put away the painting that Mu Yide gave her.

Turning on the computer, I found that there was an extra letter in my mailbox.

An email from Ye Tingfei?

Song Qingzhu raised her eyebrows. If she remembered correctly, that guy should be busy with his new album recently. How could he have the time to send her an email?

Song Qingzhu opened it and looked at it. It turned out that the partner felt that the title song of his album this time was not good. He wanted to cooperate with him and tailor a title song for his album.

Song Qingzhu nodded her lips with her fingertips. The title of Ye Tingfei's album this time is "Only You".

Song Qingzhu thought for a while, and Ye Tingfei helped him at least last time, so he agreed.

"Lian Rong, I hope we can have a happy cooperation!"

Ye Tingfei's emails were answered almost instantly, and Song Qingzhu wondered if he was just squatting in front of the computer.

"Well, it's a pleasure to work together."

Song Qingzhu replied to the message, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. She has collaborated with Ye Tingfei several times and knows how important this new album is to him. Even for the sake of previous cooperation, she will write it well.

All afternoon, Song Qingzhu was studying lyrics and music, and after dinner, he asked Ye Tingfei to send over the other songs in the album, and listened to them many times with headphones on.

"Miss Song! Come and take a look, the young master suddenly has a stomachache, and his face is pale from the pain!"

The sound of housekeeper Rong's knock on the door made Song Qingzhu jump, and he hurriedly opened the door and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, you'd better go and have a look, I'll call and ask Master Jiu to come back!" Butler Rong looked anxious, he had always taken care of the young master, he had never been like this before, he was really terrified.

Song Qingzhu ran to Rong Jingchen's room. At this moment, he was curled up on the bed with a pale face and fine cold sweat on his forehead.

"Yangyang, what's wrong with you! Is it because your stomach is hurting?" Song Qingzhu touched his abdomen, already having initial doubts in his heart.

Rong Jingchen was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Song Qingzhu was anxious, but he also knew that it was not an emergency. "Butler Rong has already called your uncle to come back. Now I will give you acupuncture to relieve the pain."

"No... Uncle can't come back!" Rong Jingchen said every word.

Song Qingzhu explained a few words to Butler Rong, and hurried to get his acupuncture bag.

When Song Qingzhu took the acupuncture bag and went upstairs, he found that Rong Junchu had arrived, and there was a doctor in a white coat standing beside him.

"Mr. Rong, the young master has a stomach problem. Judging by the things he vomited out, he must have eaten his stomach."

On the bed, Rong Jingchen seemed to be asleep, with sweat stains on his forehead.

Rong Junchu felt low pressure all over his body, it seemed that even the surrounding temperature had dropped a little.

"What did he eat today?" Rong Junchu asked coldly.

Butler Rong stood aside and explained, "Young Master and Miss Song ate outside at noon today. I don't know what they ate, and I didn't eat anything at night."

"What did you take him to eat?"

This question was asked by Song Qingzhu, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Barbecue, fried snacks and milk tea." Song Qingzhu said, not intending to defend himself.

Judging from the current symptoms, it was indeed because of her that Rong Jingchen's stomach disease recurred.

But Rong Jingchen has a stomach problem, and no one has ever mentioned it to her.

"Song Qingzhu, you are doing well!"

Rong Junchu was very angry and smiled back, his deep eyes did not fluctuate at all, and the chill coming from his bones made Song Qingzhu shiver.

What a cold look!
After so many days, she had forgotten the nature of this man, Rong Junchu.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Yang Yang has a stomach problem and can't eat these things." Song Qingzhu's words were full of guilt, with his head bowed.

"roll!"

"Master Jiu, Miss Song, she definitely didn't do it on purpose..."

Butler Rong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Rong Junchu's eyes.

Song Qingzhu only felt that his heart was very blocked, both guilt for Rong Jingchen and anger because of Rong Junchu's attitude.

"Rong Junchu, I really don't know that Yang Yang can't eat those things, but the matter has come to this point, I have nothing to say. But I am not an obedient dog by your side, come and go when called, I can go, But don't want me to come back to this damn place again!"

Rong Junchu still looked at her expressionlessly, and said a few words with his thin lips, "Take your things and get out!"

Song Qingzhu took a deep look at him, and felt that he was like a clown who had thought that way before.She turned around, quickly packed her things, and left without any regrets.

It started to rain lightly at night, Song Qingzhu opened the car window and let the rain fall on his face.As the rain gradually became heavier, Song Qingzhu's vision gradually became blurred, her eyes were flushed, and the tears in her eyes were crystal clear.

She dialed Shen Xiyan's phone number, it was very noisy there, she should still be busy.

"Xiyan, please tell the nanny, I will stay with you for a few days."

Before Shen Xiyan could speak, Song Qingzhu had already hung up the phone.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Song Qingzhu raised his hand to wipe his face, and was about to turn the steering wheel, when a piercing siren suddenly sounded in his ears.