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

Song Qingzhu took a deep look at her, pursed his lips, turned around and followed Jiang Yanshu without speaking.

When they left, there was a heart-piercing cry behind them.

Song Qingzhu also felt very uncomfortable.

After getting in touch with Mrs. Yan before, I knew that she was a simple and kind aunt, but now that I learned what she had done, I felt very sad. This kind of discomfort made her feel very sad.

On the way back, Jiang Yanshu didn't say a word.

Song Qingzhu looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him.

When parting from Uncle Jiang, Song Qingzhu couldn't help comforting him: "Uncle Jiang, don't be too sad, Auntie will be fine."

Jiang Yanshu smiled at Song Qingzhu, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

His voice sounded calm, "Thank you, you can go home soon."

"Ok."

Song Qingzhu knew that he wanted to be quiet now, so he didn't bother him anymore.

Watching Uncle Jiang leave, Song Qingzhu lingered in place for a while before turning around and walking towards the apartment. However, when she first arrived at the apartment building, she found a familiar person downstairs walking in circles. She walked over in surprise, "Jiuye? Why did you come here?"

Rong Junchu folded his arms, without any expression on his face, the whole person was like a mummy with facial paralysis, his behavior was stiff, without any emotion.

Now that there is no Song Qingzhu at home, he has no mind to work and sleep.

Then he wanted to go out for a walk, but after running, he came to the downstairs of the apartment. He didn't intend to disturb her at first, and thought she was at home, thinking that he would just stay downstairs for a while and leave. just came back.

Rong Junchu cleared his throat and looked at her pretending to be calm.

"I'll take a walk." Rong Junchu replied coldly, with a stern face, and he didn't even believe what he said.

However, Song Qingzhu believed it.

"Ah? Take a walk, but it's not dark yet." Song Qingzhu scratched his head, wondering, isn't walking something that should be done when it's dark?The sun hasn't set yet.

Rong Junchu choked for a moment, and he continued to answer blankly: "I like to take a walk in the afternoon."

"Okay." Song Qingzhu said, looking at him from the level of her eyes, she could only see his collarbone, she paused, and said: "Then Jiu Ye, you should leave first, and I will go up first. "

Song Qingzhu passed him and walked into the apartment.

When he stopped him coldly, Song Qingzhu turned around in confusion.

Rong Junchu strode behind her blankly, and said confidently: "I'm thirsty, I'm going to your house to drink water."

When Song Qingzhu heard this, he really wanted to laugh.

But she held back, stuck out her tongue secretly, and pressed the elevator to go upstairs.

Outside the door, there was a figure standing there with something in his hand, his emerald green eyes shone brightly following the backs of the two of them, and the cruelty in his eyes flashed past.

Is this the man Qingzhu likes?
interesting.

He touched his chin, squinted his eyes slightly, and clenched the hand holding the thing tightly until he saw the backs of the two of them disappear from sight, then he retracted his evil gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile arc, turned and left.

He would never let his woman fall in love with someone else, absolutely not.

hospital.

When Jiang Jingzhi came in, the dean rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Mr. Jiang? Why haven't you gone back so late?" The dean followed him, watching Jiang Jingzhi walk to the elevator door, the elevator door opened, Jiang Jingzhi blocked his way.

"Don't follow me, you are busy with your work."

After Jiang Jingzhi finished speaking, he walked into the elevator. The dean watched the elevator door close, and he breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

I thought he was doing something wrong.

After learning that it was not his problem, the dean relaxed and returned to his post.

"Ding"

third floor.

Jiang Jingzhi came to the third floor with ease, and after one operation, the result was short.

After waiting all night, Jiang Jingzhi came to get the results the next day.

When he returned home, he found that Jiang Yanshu had locked himself in the bedroom again, sitting on the dressing table in the bedroom, quietly rubbing the old jewelry that had long been worn out.

Jiang Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that what Dad saw was not Sister-in-law Yan herself?Is this lost again?

He approached and knocked on the door.

There was no sound from inside.

If it wasn't locked inside, he would have thought his father hadn't come back yet.

Jiang Jingzhi pursed her lips and went to the kitchen to cook.

Now only cooking can make him feel better.

After a while, there was a click.

The door opened, and Jiang Yanshu walked out slowly.

He came to the kitchen and looked at his son's busy back, his eyes filled with tears.

"Jing Zhi..."

Jiang Yanshu shouted dully.

"Hey?"

Jiang Jingzhi turned his head suddenly, surprised that he called him that, seeing his eyes flushed, he ran over in a panic, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Dad... what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jingzhi asked gently.

Jiang Yanshu replied softly: "Your mother...may not be in this world anymore."

A string in his mind suddenly snapped, Jiang Jingzhi was a little caught off guard.

He asked in a low voice, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Yanshu didn't answer, he turned around and ran into the bedroom as if he was escaping from something, and closed the door tightly.He leaned against the door with his back tightly clenched by the hand hanging by his side, his eyes staring forward, his whole body was in a stiff state.

He didn't want to face the reality, but he had a strong premonition that his Rongrong was gone, really gone.

"Dad, come out, come out to eat."

Jiang Jingzhi's gentle and elegant voice came.

Jiang Yanshu suppressed the desolation in his heart, he fought back the bursting of tears, his voice trembling slightly.

"Eat by yourself, I want to be quiet."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yanshu fell on the bed and closed his eyes tightly. As soon as he closed his eyes, overwhelming memories came one after another.

As if to remind him, don't forget her.

Jiang Jing sat alone at the dining table, looking at the excellent dishes, without the slightest appetite.

He looked up, glanced at the closed door, and took a mouthful without a word, then all the things on the plate were mixed together, and finally thrown into the trash can.

He didn't think it was delicious, it was too unpalatable, and it was too hard to bear.

The next day, Jiang Jingzhi woke up early to go to the hospital to get the results of the report. When he went, he happened to meet Song Qingzhu coming to the company. Song Qingzhu ran after him and walked beside Jiang Jingzhi.

"Brother Jiang, is Uncle Jiang okay?"

Song Qingzhu asked with concern.

Yesterday she was worried that Uncle Jiang would think too much, but she didn't know how to comfort him. Now that she saw Brother Jiang, she couldn't help but want to ask.

Jiang Jingzhi smiled warmly: "It's okay." He paused, and said in a joking tone: "If, I mean, if, you are really my sister, what would you do?"