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

"No, that's all right, go back to sleep quickly."

Rong Junchu started to chase him away.Rong Jingchen curled his lips, jumped off the sofa, and looked back at him three times a step.

Rong Junchu waved at him, signaling him to go out quickly.

Rong Jingchen snorted, and then Sa Yazi ran away.

Only then did Rong Junchu take the phone over and called Song Qingzhu again.

The phone call was long, and after a while, Song Qingzhu answered the phone quickly, neither of them spoke, and they were silent for a long time, and it was Song Qingzhu who spoke first.

She asked cautiously, "Jun Chu?"

Song Qingzhu was puzzled by Yangyang's sudden hang up just now, because she vaguely heard Jiu Ye's voice, but was hung up.When the phone call came again this time, Song Qingzhu felt that it would be from Lord Jiu, it was his intuition.

Sure enough, a familiar laughter came from over there, which completely relieved Song Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu was lying on the bed, holding the phone, and the only sound in the microphone was the breathing of the two of them.

Even if the two were silent, Song Qingzhu felt very peaceful.

In the end, it was Rong Junchu who spoke first, "I have already persuaded him."

The thoughtless sentence made Song Qingzhu a little confused, but she quickly realized what he said.

He was talking about Rong Jingchen.

Thinking of what Rong Jingchen said just now, Song Qingzhu asked with concern: "What's wrong with Yangyang! Why did you suddenly say you don't want to go back to the imperial capital?"

"It's related to his great-grandfather." Rong Junchu summed it up concisely as always.

Song Qingzhu had such an expression on her face, she had guessed it a long time ago, but she didn't expect her guess to be so accurate.

Rong Junchu didn't talk about that little guy anymore, but asked her: "You are waiting for me in the imperial capital, I will be back in a week or so."

His voice was flat, without any emotion.

But Song Qingzhu subconsciously thought that he was thinking about her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

She drew circles on the bed with one hand, narrowed her eyes, and smiled brightly.

"Ok."

Song Qingzhu felt that these two words could not express her feelings, so she immediately added a sentence: "I'll wait for you!"

When Rong Jun first heard the words, he smiled magnetically.

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At about eight o'clock on Saturday morning, Song Qingzhu came out of the room, and saw Mr. Mu in the living room. Mr. Mu was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he looked particularly energetic. He has a lot of energy.

Jiang Yanshu was busy in the kitchen. After serving breakfast, he saw Song Qingzhu and invited her to eat.

"Come and eat, how about braised beans and noodles for breakfast?"

Jiang Yanshu asked casually.

Song Qingzhu yawned, and she waved her hand indifferently: "I can do it. But grandpa, why did you come so early."

Mu Yide shook his head helplessly, and said dotingly to her: "Where is it early now, it's already eight o'clock."

Song Qingzhu sat down on the stool, looking at the delicious braised noodles on the table, her saliva was almost drooling.

First he praised his father's cooking skills, and then asked Mu Yide: "Grandpa, don't you want to eat?"

Mu Yide sat motionless on the sofa. He waved his hands and declined politely, "I didn't come here until after dinner in the morning."

"By the way, do you have any good pictures?"

Mu Yide asked casually, he had already decided, if she didn't have one, he would bring a copy of his previous clumsy painting and use it as a supplement.His granddaughter had to enter the game anyway!Hmph, he's just protecting his weaknesses.

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, remembering that she had brought a few random paintings from Linchuan, she resumed eating noodles, and replied while eating: "There are a few, I will find them for you later."

Mu Yide's eyes lit up, he had to see how his granddaughter's painting was, if it was mediocre, it could still be used if it was saved, if it was really bad, then replace it with his.

At this time, Jiang Yanshu untied his apron, and he sat opposite Song Qingzhu, watching Song Qingzhu's nose sweating, he laughed and advised: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Song Qingzhu smiled at him foolishly: "Father's noodles are so delicious."

When Jiang Yanshu heard his daughter's praise, the smile on his face became wider. He heard that the grandparents and grandchildren were chatting just now, and they talked about paintings. Jiang Yanshu knew that the father-in-law is a famous master of Chinese painting, and he often holds many large-scale competitions , the competitions are big and small, and every competition is very turbulent.

Under his leadership, many novice painters emerged and became famous.

Jiang Yanshu respects his father-in-law very much, and even more respects his profession.

"Dad, you said that Qing Zhu will be allowed to participate in the competition, is that okay?"

Jiang Yanshu didn't know what talent his daughter had, but the father-in-law wanted his daughter to go, but he couldn't stop him.Forget it, it's time to exercise.

After Mu Yide heard this, he immediately protected his son and said with preference: "Why can't I do it? Qingzhu is sensible and well-behaved, and his painting must be first-rate."

Song Qingzhu smiled mischievously at him.

Mu Yide looked at her, saw his daughter's shadow from her body, and couldn't help sighing, but soon he sorted out his emotions, the scene is so warm now, he can't mess it up.

"Hey. Dad, don't praise her too much." Jiang Yanshu didn't like this attitude of flattering her very much. He looked at Song Qingzhu and told her: "Qingzhu, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, you just play it." Come on, anyway, your major is not painting."

Song Qingzhu replied sweetly: "I see."

After dinner, Song Qingzhu was led by Mu Yide to the Museum of Art where he participated in the competition. A big red banner was pasted outside the Museum of Art, which read "Go to the 4th Floor for the Art Painting Competition". Many people passed by, and at the same time There were also a lot of people coming and going.

When Song Qingzhu and Mu Yide came, it was exactly nine o'clock, and when they were about to go in, Mu Yide was suddenly stopped by a staff member to chat.Song Qingzhu stood beside him bored, holding a painting in his hand, looking around.

Today's weather is still very cold, and the breath is so cold that the breath is white mist.

Song Qingzhu looked around casually, and suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd. She looked over and saw a nanny car parked at the entrance of the museum. Wearing a light blue hip-to-knee dress, a snow-white shawl, and a pair of navy blue high-heeled shoes, she stepped out of the car with her slender legs first.

After a while, many reporters poured out from all directions.

They all came to her with their microphones in hand, chattering.

"Miss Wen, Miss Wen, are you confident in today's competition?"

"Miss Wen heard that you won No.1 in the competition when you were abroad. Are you ready for this competition?"

"Miss Wen, do you think this competition is difficult?"

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