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

Rong Junrui poured her a cup of tea, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

And her gaze was not here, but on the phone, he moved his gaze away without any trace, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was gloomy.

"Try it, the tea here is not bad."

Rong Junrui interrupted her worry and pushed the poured tea in front of her.

Song Qingzhu was startled, subconsciously covered the phone on the table, picked up the teacup with one hand, and took a sip. The taste was slightly bitter, but acceptable.

She raised her head and bumped into Rong Junrui's unfathomable eyes. She swallowed the tea, lowered her head a little to avoid it, and said in a flat voice, "Well, it tastes good."

"It's very bitter." Rong Junrui said immediately, he picked up the teapot and started pouring tea again, staring at the tea, but Song Qingzhu felt uneasy, and she didn't dare to look at her phone anymore, for fear of arousing his suspicion, she just followed He poured the tea together, watched and watched, he suddenly put down the teapot, and suddenly looked at Song Qingzhu with burning eyes.

"What do you think?"

"what?"

"Bitter?"

Song Qingzhu paused, then nodded cautiously, "A little bit."

Rong Junrui casually asked: "Should I add some sugar for you?"

"No need, I think it's delicious if it's bitter." Song Qingzhu didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being noticed by him.

"Okay." Rong Junrui replied softly. After pouring the tea, he pushed the tea in front of her, put his hands on the table, looked at her with piercing eyes, and said, "What do you think of me?"

"I don't know." Song Qingzhu replied sincerely.

Hearing this, Rong Junrui smiled in a low voice: "Then are you willing to give me a chance so that we can all understand each other?"

After finishing speaking, Rong Junrui took out a bunch of flowers from nowhere. The colorful flowers looked beautiful and had a strong smell.

"If you agree, you can accept the flower. If you don't agree, it doesn't matter. I can change it."

Rong Junrui suddenly knelt down on one knee, held the flowers in front of Song Qingzhu, looked straight at Song Qingzhu, not letting go of any of her expressions.

Song Qingzhu was stunned, looked down at the flowers, clenched and loosened the hands hanging by her side, the expression on her face was tense, and soon she released a smile, held the flowers, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, "I like it very much."

After she finished speaking, she smelled the flowers, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up and thanked him.

Rong Junrui looked at her smile and asked: "So, you agree?"

"Yeah." Song Qingzhu pursed his lips, nodded shyly, unconsciously became vigilant in places he couldn't see, and slightly tightened his hand holding Hua.

This is a sign of disgust.

But she has to hold back, as long as she endures this period of time, she will be liberated.

"Great."

Rong Junrui breathed a sigh of relief, and then he clapped his hands. The waiters in overalls came in one after another with various dishes and placed them on the table. There were only two of them left.

Rong Junrui recommended: "The foie gras here is good and delicious, you can try it."

After finishing speaking, she put a little bit into Song Qingzhu's bowl, the corners of Song Qingzhu's mouth trembled slightly, and then she chuckled, "Okay."

Then he bowed his head and started eating.

The two talked harmoniously. After eating for about 10 minutes, Song Qingzhu got up and said to go to the bathroom.

She put the phone in her pocket, and only slowly withdrew after getting Rong Junrui's permission.

When she came to the bathroom, she quickly turned on her mobile phone. Jiang Jingzhi had already sent her a message, saying that Master Jiu had a high fever and was now in the hospital.Song Qingzhu leaned against the door of the cubicle, looking at the photo sent by Jiang Jingzhi. In the photo, Rong Junchu's face was pale and haggard, which made people feel distressed.

She couldn't help covering her mouth, her eyes were slightly red, and she really wanted to pass now, but she still didn't want to think about him cruelly.

She asked Jiang Jingzhi to take good care of him, then she washed her hands and went out.

After eating, Rong Junrui took her home.

At the door of the house, Song Qingzhu said goodbye to him, and when he was about to leave, Rong Junrui stopped him.

Song Qingzhu stopped and looked back at him.

Rong Junrui got out of the car, came to her, hugged her in her blank eyes, sniffed her hair, closed his eyes deeply, felt satisfied, and hugged her tightly with both hands , whispered: "Qingzhu, are we together?"

Song Qingzhu: "Yes."

"I feel like a dream." Rong Junrui whispered: "Qingzhu, we won't be separated, right? I know you don't like me now, but I will work hard to make you like me, I have confidence , I just want you to open up to me."

Song Qingzhu was hugged by him, looking back blankly, her hand hanging by her side did not move.

She just wants to separate from him as soon as possible, and then go to Junchu.

I don't know if his fever has subsided now, and I don't know if he is suffering now.

Unexpectedly, he didn't hear her answer, and Rong Junrui was a little bit disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mood, separated from her, with a smile on his face, and a slight twitch of his mouth.

"Go back and rest early."

Now that the rain has stopped, the moon is bright and the stars are thin outside, and the winter wind is blowing, the exposed skin will turn red from the cold.

Seeing her bare neck, Rong Junrui quickly took out his scarf from the car and put it on for her.

Song Qingzhu frowned, and wanted to pull it away and hand it to him, but he declined, saying, "Go back, I'm going back now too."

"Take this scarf back..." Before he finished speaking, Rong Junrui unexpectedly lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Song Qingzhu's body was stiff, his face had changed, and he forcibly refrained from scolding him or pushing her away .

"I'm going back."

Rong Junrui smiled and waved at her in a good mood, as if he wasn't the one who kissed her just now.

Song Qingzhu's face was hidden in the night, making it difficult to see clearly.

After confirming that Rong Junrui had left, Song Qingzhu frantically rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, as if there was something dirty in it.Even if she got red from rubbing, she still felt that she was defiled, and the back of her hand hurt from rubbing it, so she ran to the road and stopped the car to go to the hospital.

After asking Jiang Jingzhi where the specific place was, she went directly to find it.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Song Qingzhu saw the man lying on the bed at a glance. The man closed his eyes weakly and hung salt water. She approached and saw his frowning brows, pale lips, and a smell of blood all over his body. A state of weakness.

What is he dreaming about?Why are the brows always frowning?
Song Qingzhu wanted to flatten his brows, but suddenly withdrew his half-stretched hand.

She didn't know how to face him anymore, she always felt that where she was, he would be hurt.

She looked at him with a sad face, suddenly there were footsteps, she turned her head to look over, and saw Jiang Jingzhi coming in with food, and when she saw her, she backed out.

Song Qingzhu immediately followed out.