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

Song Qingzhu bit her lip, if she appeared in the public eye directly as Lian Rong, Shen Xiyan's temper would probably tear her apart.

After thinking about it, I still refused.

[Thank you for your kindness, but I've been busy recently, next time. 】

Ye Tingfei sighed lightly, but he was rejected again.

[It's okay, I must thank you alone when you have time. 】

Song Qingzhu agreed to come down, seeing that it was getting bright outside, she hadn't slept all night, and she really didn't have the energy to go to work, so she simply picked up her mobile phone and sent Rong Junchu a message.

[I have something to do today, I want to ask for a day off. 】

Song Qingzhu thought that he would not get a response, but he did not expect that the mobile phone received the message soon.

【Um】

Another word, even the punctuation is stingy, typical Rong Junchu style.

Song Qingzhu bit his lip, put the phone aside, and started to pack his things, unable to tell what was in his heart.

After another shower, Song Qingzhu entered the room and began to sleep.

……

At this time, in the Song family villa.

Song Shiyu stood facing the window, wearing a white nightgown, tied around her waist with a thin belt.

"Are you sure Rong Junchu has been in the company these two days?" Song Shiyu's voice was a little joyful.

"I'm sure, it's said that he has a dinner tomorrow at noon, and the place is at the Grice Restaurant, which is the restaurant downstairs in the Grice Hotel."

After getting the news, Song Shiyu's red lips curled slightly, she was really dozing off, so someone gave her a pillow.

If she could get someone like Rong Junchu, even if she was disabled, no one would dare to underestimate her.What's more, as long as things happen tomorrow, Song Qingzhu will be trampled under her feet forever.

At that time, she will let Song Qingzhu know how miserable Song Shiyu will be if she messes with her.

With a smug smile on Song Shiyu's face, she made another call, and there was an old man's voice over the phone.

"Mr. Yu, didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner last time? How about lunch tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" The man's voice was slightly hesitant.

Song Shiyu responded and said angrily, "Didn't you say last time that you are free whenever I want? Why can't you do it tomorrow?"

"I have an important deal to discuss at noon tomorrow, can it be done tomorrow night?" There was a bit of hint in the man's words.

Hearing this, Song Shiyu had a look of disgust on her face, and said coquettishly, "Isn't it just to talk about business, wouldn't it be better to bring me, I can still help you."

The man still didn't make a sound, Song Shiyu said angrily, "It's fine if you don't take me with you, and we won't meet each other in the future."

"Don't, don't, don't! My aunt!" Hearing her voice, the man only felt itchy in his heart, and compromised, "Okay, I will take you there tomorrow, but tomorrow's client is very important, so you must not talk nonsense."

"That's natural!"

After Song Shiyu finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and the corners of her lips raised slightly in a contemptuous arc.

How dare such an old idiot miss her?

Early the next morning, Song Shiyu dressed up meticulously, put the things she had prepared in her bag, and drove to the Grace restaurant when it was almost time.

Song Shiyu asked Mr. Yu for a box number, and walked in with a pair of hats on the sky.

In the private room, when Rong Junchu saw Song Shiyu coming in, he frowned almost invisibly.

"Mr. Yu, what do you mean?"

With Rong Junchu's words, Mr. Yu's back burst into cold sweat, and he hurriedly explained, "Master Jiu, this is Song Shiyu, Song Yaoguang's daughter, and he asked me to take care of her today."

The expression on Rong Junchu's face was indifferent, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Song Shiyu obediently sat down beside Mr. Yu, and explained, "Father said that he would let me take over the company in the future, so he let me study with Uncle Yu."

Song Shiyu tried her best to distance herself from Mr. Yu.

Mr. Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "That's right."

"Let's get started." Rong Junchu said lightly, his eyes never resting on Song Shiyu for even a second.

Lin You took out a document and put it in front of Mr. Yu, "This is the contract we drew up in advance. Please read it over. If there is no problem, sign it at the end."

Song Shiyu cast a glance, and pretended to say, "You are also thirsty, I'll go get you some drinks."

After Song Shiyu finished speaking, she looked at Rong Junchu, "Master Jiu, what would you like to drink?"

Rong Junchu didn't speak, Song Shiyu got up a little embarrassed, "Uncle Yu, what would you like to drink?"

No matter how bad Mr. Yu is, he could tell that Song Shiyu came here for Rong Junchu today, and he himself became someone's stepping stone. He was unhappy, but worried that Rong Junchu was still there, so he could only keep a straight face and not be cold "A glass of boiled water is fine," he said calmly.

"Oh well."

After Song Shiyu finished speaking, she backed out. As soon as she left, Lin You also followed.

Only Rong Junchu and Mr. Yu were left in the box, and Rong Junchu said: "Mr. Yu, I thought we had worked together for many years, and you know my temper."

Hearing this, Mr. Yu's heart tightened, and he regretted bringing Song Shiyu here more and more. How could he forget the temper of the master in front of him? He was dizzy, really dizzy.

"Master Jiu, it's true that Mr. Song asked me to cultivate her daughter more, that's why I brought her here today." Mr. Yu could only blame Song Yaoguang.

"Oh?" Rong Junchu closed the computer, with a playful look on his face, "I don't know when Mr. Yu and Song's company have such a good relationship?"

"This...I..." Mr. Yu hesitated, and for a while he didn't know how to explain.

When Rong Jun first saw him like this, he smiled, but the smile was a bit cold, "No matter what you see today, just pretend you don't know."

"Yes, yes, I don't know anything."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu's eyes flashed sharply, and he said, "I hope Mr. Yu can do me a little favor."

"Jiuye, you say so." Mr. Yu said tremblingly, his shirt was already half wet with sweat.

"This box is reserved by you from now until tomorrow morning."

Although Mr. Yu didn't understand why he did this, he responded immediately and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, I can give you a little more profit from this cooperation."

Mr. Yu was overjoyed, and thanked repeatedly, "Then thank Master Jiu, what else does Master Jiu want me to say?"

"There is indeed something for you to do."

Mr. Yu originally said a word to cater to, but he didn't expect Rong Junchu to speak, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"Just say what you want." Mr. Yu said coyly.

Rong Junchu tapped the computer with his fingertips, and said, "I still have something to do after finishing this business deal, please help me contact Wu Hui's son, Wu Yipeng, and ask him to come over."

"Okay, that's easy."

Mr. Yu wiped the sweat off his forehead, he thought what was the matter, he was just contacting someone.

However, since when did Master Jiu have contact with the Wu family?