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

"Dad, Qingzhu has figured it out, she wants to go back to the imperial capital."

That night, Jiang Jingzhi managed to put Song Qingzhu to sleep, and then when Jiang Yanshu came back, he asked him to return to the imperial capital.

The Jiang family only had one branch in Linchuan, and the main company was in the imperial capital, so they had no objection when they returned to the imperial capital.The reason why they stayed in Linchuan was because Qingzhu wanted to stay here, so they stayed here.

Jiang Yanshu is a stuffy person. He is very concerned about Qingzhu's affairs and wants to give her everything she wants.So he doesn't stop her from doing whatever she wants.Now even if she wants to return to the imperial capital, he has no objection.

"Yes." Jiang Yanshu thought for a while and said, "You have to go to Song's house for Qingzhu's identity information and move her household registration out."

Jiang Jingzhi nodded, "I will take care of this matter."

Jiang Yanshu didn't ask the reason. He felt that Qingzhu wanted to return to the imperial capital because she must have a reason that she didn't want to make public.

Jiang Yanshu briefly asked her about her situation and learned that she was asleep now, so he went to take a bath to get ready to rest.

Song Qingzhu didn't rest at the apartment, but at Jiang Jingzhi's side.

In the evening, Jiang Jingzhi sat on the sofa in the living room, clenched his hands, thinking that Song Qingzhu was out of breath just now, and asked her what happened, she didn't say anything.

But the only thing that is certain is that it has something to do with Rong Junchu.

At one o'clock in the morning, the Rong's Group building was still brightly lit, and it was pitch black outside. It was filled with a working atmosphere, and it was very quiet. Employees came and went, and they didn't dare to make any movement.

Rong Junchu impatiently threw the document in his hand on the face of the person in front of him, he frowned, and his tone was straightforward and sharp.

"Give you three days to write such a rubbish copy for me?"

"I..." The person who was hit was trembling, even after being hit, he didn't dare to dodge.

"If you can't write this well, leave as soon as possible."

Rong Junchu directly waved him to leave.

Soon, the man picked up what he had written and left.

Rong Junchu glanced at the time and found that it was eight past one o'clock in the morning. He used to work until this time and didn't care at all, but now he has someone he cares about.

He picked up the coat on the chair, put it on, and strode out of Rong's Building.

Drove to Rongyuan, the car stopped, Rong Junchu took long legs, the hall of Rongyuan was rarely lit, he thought it was Qingzhu, his heart was warm, he went in and found a woman lying on the sofa, a woman With eyes closed, he curled up on the sofa, resting his head with one hand.

He stopped halfway.

His eyes turned from gentle to cold.

How did she appear here?
It was unknown that his gaze was too hot, which woke up the woman on the sofa.

Wen Zhifei slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the long legs, and when he looked up, he saw Rong Junchu's handsome face.

"Jun Chu, you're back."

Wen Zhifei scratched his head blankly, stood up, came to him cautiously and fearfully, pursed his lips, strode to the dining table, and smiled softly at him, "I didn't expect you to come back so late. I prepared it all for you."

"Who allowed you to come in?" Rong Junchu asked in a deep voice.

Wen Zhifei's expression froze, she pursed her lips, and there was innocence and bewilderment in her eyes.

"Junchu, even if we can't be husband and wife, we can always be friends, right?" Wen Zhifei lowered her hand hanging in the air, her expression was gloomy and her tone was low, "Why do you always drive me away? would speak to me in that tone."

When Rong Junchu heard her talking about the past, he frowned deeply.

"Let's not talk about the past, the past is in the past, and the present is not the past." Rong Junchu replied lightly, "I already have a woman I like, so don't pester me anymore."

"The woman I like..." Wen Zhifei instantly thought of the name in the message that he saw today, Qing Zhu, that must be his girlfriend, right?It doesn't matter, even if she is his girlfriend now, in the future, the woman beside Rong Junchu can only be her!

"Who is it?" Wen Zhifei's eyes were reddish, he bit his lips lightly, and held the corner of his clothes with the hand hanging by his side.

It looks very pitiful, very pitiful.

If you put it in the eyes of ordinary men, you might be moved.

But Rong Junchu was not moved in the slightest, instead he found her annoying.

He originally thought that if he said so cruelly, she would retreat in spite of the difficulties and would not appear in front of him.But he obviously underestimated the other party, and he didn't expect her to be so difficult.

"It's none of your business." Rong Junchu frowned, his tone was cold, "Leave as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Rong Junchu turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

Suddenly, Wen Zhifei seemed to have erupted, strode up behind Rong Junchu, hugged his waist, buried her face deeply in his back, felt his body temperature, and the words in her voice With whimpers and cries.

"Junchu, I really love you, really, don't leave me, okay, I will be really sad without you."

Wen Zhifei disregarded her own elegance, as if disregarding everything else, she hugged his waist tightly with both hands, her heart was beating extremely fast, her eyes were blurred, accompanied by the sound of sad crying, Rong Junchu lowered her eyes, looked down at her embracing him Holding the hand on his waist, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

For some reason, he would always think of Qingzhu when she appeared.

Rong Junchu forcefully broke her hand away, and then pushed her down on the sofa.

"Don't make me hate you."

Wen Zhifei was pushed to the sofa, put her hands on the sofa, her hair was messy covering half of her face, she bit her lip tightly, not letting her tears flow out.

"Why, why didn't you forgive me? Could it be because of your girlfriend?" Wen Zhifei hurried on purpose. After hearing what he said, tears fell from her eyes. Looking at Rong Junchu, his voice trembled slightly, "Is she more beautiful than me than me? Do you really like her that much?"

"Yes, I like her more than I like myself. Are you satisfied?"

Rong Junchu's eyes were terribly cold, and his voice seemed ethereal like an echo.

Wen Zhifei's face paled in an instant, she looked at him unconvinced, "I don't believe it, how could she be as good as me."

"Unreasonable trouble."

It was obvious to Rong Junchu that his patience had run out.

When Wen Zhifei heard him say this, his heart ached almost convulsively.

But she was still unconvinced, she stood up abruptly from the sofa, and said arrogantly to him, "Jun Chu, I don't believe it anymore, you will really forget me, you obviously liked me so much before. How did that woman seduce you?" It made you like this."

Rong Junchu's brows have not been smoothed, listening to her words, his face is gloomy.