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

"What are you crying for?"

Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from behind.

Song Qingzhu opened her eyes and stood up suddenly, her face was still wet with tears, she turned her head to look at him, and when she confirmed that he was really him in her heart, she snorted and hugged him.

She hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, she wiped the tears from her face onto his clothes.

Rong Junchu looked down at the top of her dark head with amused expression, and felt the tightness of her arms, holding him so tight that he couldn't breathe.

"what happened?"

Rong Junchu stretched out his hand to break away her arm, wanting to see what she looks like at the moment.

Song Qingzhu sensed what he wanted to do, hummed, but refused to show him.

Rong Junchu sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to let her wipe away her tears and snot in her arms.

He patted her back lightly with one hand, and looked into the distance. The two of them looked very peaceful.

About a few minutes later, Song Qingzhu let go of him. With her scarlet eyes open, red nose, and shiny lips, she looked at him aggrievedly, and punched him complainingly.

"Where did you go? I was scared to death just now! I thought I was wrong!"

Rong Junchu was stunned, and subconsciously replied: "Just now I went to deal with the matter of Wen Zhifei's plagiarism."

"How things had been?"

Rong Junchu said: "The organizer who presented the award to her before knew about this incident and started to make a video explanation. Now it has been fermented on the Internet. So until now, Wen Zhifei has been given to her by the people in the painting circle." Spoiled."

Song Qingzhu pursed her lips slightly when she heard the words, she didn't want to know anything about Wen Zhifei.

But she seemed to think of something, and glanced at him jealously.

"You don't have sympathy for her?"

"Why should I sympathize?"

Rong Junchu looked at her with plain eyes, and there was a hint of bewilderment and confusion in his eyes.

Didn't seem to understand what she was saying.

"She's your ex-fiancee." Song Qingzhu muttered, "Don't you have any sympathy?"

"No. She brought it on herself."

Rong Junchu replied mercilessly, Song Qingzhu's mouth was slightly raised when he heard the words, and his heart was as sweet as honey.

Suddenly, Rong Junchu suddenly asked: "Why did you cry just now?"

Song Qingzhu's nose twitched, he squinted at him misty eyes, and snorted: "It's not because you didn't tell me in advance, I thought I was wrong. I said I shouldn't, I have no illusions at all." Look."

Rong Junchu lowered his head and looked at her deeply. Looking at her coquettish appearance, he felt warm in his heart.

He stared at her opening and closing lips, his thoughts surged, he pulled her over, bowed his head and kissed her lips, which were soft and slippery, he couldn't help attacking her, feeling her go from being dazed at the beginning to With the initiative now, his eyes are full of smiles.

The two parted, Rong Junchu looked at her unsatisfied, and then whispered in her ear: "It's very sweet."

Song Qingzhu lowered his head instantly, his cheeks were flushed, but he held his hand tightly.

At this time, someone coughed, and the two of them turned their heads and looked over like frightened birds.

I saw Mu Yide with his hands behind his back, his back arched, his eyes narrowed, and he staggered in front of the two of them.

When I saw Rong Junchu, it was like seeing it for the first time.

"Oh, isn't this Jun Chu!"

"It's me, how is Grandpa Mu recently?" Rong Junchu heard this, and turned to look at him politely and asked in a low voice.

Mu Yide pursed his lips slightly and looked at him without saying a word.

Looking at his granddaughter next to him, his heart is bleeding.

His granddaughter was taken away so soon, how could he not feel distressed!
"It's okay!" Mu Yide replied angrily, and then turned his attention to Song Qingzhu, "Is everything settled?"

Rong Junchu replied: "It has been dealt with."

It was as if a thorn was stuck in Mu Yide's throat.

He snorted: "Since it's been dealt with, let's go."

"Grandpa, why don't you go first."

Song Qingzhu stuck out his tongue and said to Mu Yide.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is a light bulb here.

Mu Yide squinted his eyes and glanced at Rong Junchu, and Rong Junchu said to Song Qingzhu lightly: "You and Grandpa Mu go first, I will visit your house later."

Song Qingzhu looked at Rong Junchu reluctantly, finally saw him, wanted to talk to him a lot, sighed helplessly, she pursed her lips slightly, thought for a while, and told him: "Then you must come .”

"Don't worry, I will."

Rong Junchu smiled slightly.

Mu Yide snorted coldly: "Hurry up and go."

Song Qingzhu was urged, pouted, and followed Mu Yide to the outside.

When they went back, they hailed a taxi. In the car, the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't speak.

Song Qingzhu didn't speak because he missed Rong Junchu. He kept thinking about what he was doing now, when he would come to her, and whether he would come to her later.These questions have been lingering in her mind, very worrying.

Mu Yide was thinking, it seemed that his granddaughter and the kid from the Rong family were going to be together, but he was not convinced, the granddaughter he had finally found was abducted just like that.

Soon arrived at Mu's house, Mu Yide got off the car, but Song Qingzhu didn't get off.

"Do you want to come here for dinner?"

I've been busy for so long, I'm already hungry.

But Song Qingzhu didn't plan to go because she was going home and waiting for Junchu.

"No, grandpa, pay attention to your safety on the road, I'll go first."

After speaking, Song Qingzhu called the driver to drive away.

Seeing the grandfather getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror, Song Qingzhu called Rong Junchu.

But his phone was busy, so Song Qingzhu had no choice but to send a message.

Also did not answer for a long time.

Song Qingzhu propped her chin, watching the passing scenery outside the window, she sighed melancholy.

"Little girl, what are you sighing for?"

The driver asked in a dialect.

"I miss my boyfriend."

"Haha, it's easy to handle. Why don't you just go to him directly?"

The driver raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then spoke his mind.

Song Qingzhu didn't answer, and soon arrived at the destination, and she returned home after giving the money.

After waiting at home for a long time, the door opened and closed again, Song Qingzhu came out twice in a row but was disappointed.

Seeing the disappointment on Song Qingzhu's face, Jiang Jingzhi ran up and slipped into her room.

"What's wrong with you? You have a sad face."

"No."

Song Qingzhu pursed his lips slightly and hummed.

Jiang Jingzhi squinted his eyes, feeling that she had something to do.

When he was about to ask, his phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, he glanced at Song Qingzhu, then got up and went out to answer the phone.

After answering the phone for about 10 minutes, Jiang Jingzhi walked in with a smile.