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

Rong Jingchen blushed and shy when she saw her.

Under the disbelieving gazes of Song Qingzhu and Song Yaoguang, Rong Jingchen took out his computer, tapped on it for a while, and said to himself, "The Song family should not be worth much at this moment, and you don't need to ask for it." Xiaoqing is cleared up, I have removed the virus for you."

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang's face flushed with anger, and he stared at Song Qingzhu with a pair of eyes, but after all there was Rong Junchu here, so he couldn't continue to say anything, so he held back his anger.

"Okay, very good." He turned to leave, but Song Qingzhu grabbed his arm.

Song Qingzhu: "You haven't explained what you said just now."

"What do you want me to explain! It's just a woman who climbs the dragon and the phoenix. How can I remember her name." Song Yaoguang waved her hand away, turned his head and gave her a sideways glance, and left.

Looking at the back of Song Yaoguang leaving, Song Qingzhu frowned, she still felt that Song Yaoguang had lied just now, and he must have something to hide from her.

"Xiao Qingqing, I'll go back with you to pack up."

Song Qingzhu withdrew his thoughts and refused, "I'm still at work, no."

Hearing this, Rong Jingchen's small mouth immediately shrunk, his face full of disappointment, "You promised me yesterday that if your bad father comes to trouble you again, you will go back with me."

Song Qingzhu rubbed the center of his brows, and said slowly, "Or tomorrow, go back and fix your uncle's leg now."

It was already time for lunch break, Song Qingzhu and Rong Jingchen went back to the house together.

When they arrived at the study room, Song Qingzhu held the acupuncture bag in his hand, stood there looking at Rong Junchu who was not moving, and urged, "I still have to eat, please hurry up if you are fine."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu raised his eyes and asked her expressionlessly, "Who rescued you that day?"

Song Qingzhu was stunned, realized what he said, and said, "The Wu family finally found the murderer. I am innocent, and the police naturally let me out."

She said it frankly, but Rong Junchu didn't believe it.

"Heh~ The purpose of the Wu family is you, why would they take the initiative to release you?"

Song Qingzhu hesitated for a while, then explained, "A friend of mine found out the truth for me, and the Wu family members were afraid that things would be exposed, so they let me go."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he looked up at the expression on Rong Junchu's face, his eyes were like deep pools, and it was hard to see what he was thinking at the moment.

After a long time, I heard Rong Junchu speak again, "Who did you meet at the airport after you left the police station?"

Rong Junchu paused, then continued to ask, "Or, who is that man you saw?"

Song Qingzhu didn't expect Rong Junchu to investigate in such detail, but she didn't want others to know about Albert's existence, or their previous relationship.

"A friend I met abroad."

"You have a lot of friends." Rong Junchu said something vaguely.

The air suddenly became silent, and Song Qingzhu felt displeased immediately, "Rong Junchu, I'm not a prisoner, and what I did and who I met has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu tightened his hands on his knees, and glanced at her expressionlessly, "Indeed."

Then there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Song Qingzhu gave him the needle without saying a word.

She could feel Rong Junchu's gaze on her back all the time, and being stared at by him made her a little nervous, Song Qingzhu unconsciously accelerated a lot of needles.

When it was all over, fine beads of sweat had overflowed from Song Qingzhu's forehead, she packed her things, and quickly left the room that made her feel suffocated.

Outside the door, Rong Jingchen's small face was full of tangles, and he sighed when he saw Song Qingzhu come out, "I thought you two were fighting again, I was scared to death."

Song Qingzhu patted him on the shoulder and skipped his words, "I have something to go out for, so don't look for me again today."

Song Qingzhu left the house and drove directly to Song's house.

In the Song family's villa, Zhang Wenxin's mother and daughter and Song Yaoguang were all sitting on the sofa at the moment, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

"Second Miss, you are back."

Seeing Song Qingzhu, the housekeeper was a little dazed, but still respectfully led her in.

Song Qingzhu thanked him, and followed the butler all the way to the living room.

Song Yaoguang looked up and saw Song Qingzhu walking over, his face was full of anger.

"Song Qingzhu, what are you doing here? The Song family doesn't welcome you, so get the hell out of here." It was Zhang Wenxin who spoke, and now she wished she could drink Song Qingzhu's blood and eat her flesh. Hit Song Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu's attention was all on Song Yaoguang, and she accidentally hit him on the shoulder.

Song Qingzhu groaned in pain, raised his hand and pushed Zhang Wenxin to the ground.

Unexpectedly, she dared to fight back, Zhang Wenxin screamed, and became even more angry: "Song Qingzhu, you bitch."

Song Qingzhu squinted his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Zhang Wenxin, shut up, and sew your mouth shut if you scream again."

Zhang Wenxin was so frightened by her that she didn't dare to speak for a moment, she looked at her resentfully, and crawled to Song Yaoguang's side, "Honey, look at her..."

"What are you doing back?" Song Yaoguang ignored Zhang Wenxin, staring at Song Qingzhu and asked.

Song Qingzhu blinked, "I suddenly remembered that I still have a few old things in the room, and I'm here to get them."

"You don't have anything here, get the hell out of the Song family right now!" Song Yaoguang angrily scolded, with disgust in his eyes.

He was already so busy with the company's affairs that he no longer had the energy to fight Song Qingzhu any longer.

Song Qingzhu frowned slightly, and stepped forward to approach Song Yaoguang, "Father, you are so anxious to drive me away, are you guilty of guilt?"

"Why am I guilty?" Song Yaoguang's eyes dodged and he didn't meet her. "You are no longer the Song family, and the things here don't belong to you."

Song Qingzhu's doubts were even worse, squinting, and tentatively said: "Actually, I'm not your daughter, am I?"

Song Qingzhu pretended to raise his hand unintentionally, but in fact, he had already pinched Song Yaoguang's two hairs.

Hearing Song Qingzhu's words, Song Yaoguang took a few steps back suddenly, his eyes were full of coldness, "Song Qingzhu, it's fine if you don't recognize me as a father, but you even cooperated with outsiders to attack Song's company."

Speaking of this, Song Yaoguang felt his heart suffocated.

Originally, the system was hacked and no one could be found. Unexpectedly, this hacker turned out to be a five-year-old kid, and he was also Rong Junchu's nephew. He hated it so much that he didn't dare to take revenge.

Zhang Wenxin only knew that Song's company was attacked by hackers, and now she heard that it was Song Qingzhu's accomplice, and she was even more angry.

And Song Shiyu on the side looked at Song Qingzhu's back, his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

Song Qingzhu withdrew his hand silently, and said with a smile, "What does Jiuye's work have to do with me? But now that Song's company is like this, that's the ending I'm happy to see."

"you!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Song Qingzhu didn't intend to stay any longer, and his eyes swept over them one by one.

"Song Qingzhu, do you think the Song family is a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"