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

Suddenly, there was a burst of crying from the bathroom.

Song Qingzhu hurried over, only to find that the bathroom door was locked.

"What happened to Yangyang?"

"Xiao Qingqing, my knee hurts." Rong Jingchen walked towards the bathroom door while sobbing.

"Did you fall?" Song Qingzhu asked with concern, "Come out and let me take a look."

Rong Jingchen opened the door and walked out. Behind him, Rong Junchu frowned deeply.

"Just accidentally slipped and fell."

Song Qingzhu took a look at Rong Jingchen's legs. Fortunately, there was no serious problem, but because he was wearing shorts, his knees were worn out.

"You, why are you so careless, the pebbles on the ground can fall over."

"I pushed my uncle in, my uncle's wheelchair bumped a bit, and I slipped." Rong Jingchen choked up.

Song Qingzhu looked at Rong Junchu inside, and hugged Rong Jingchen to the bed, "You can rest here for a while, I'll get you some iodine to disinfect."

"No need for Xiao Qingqing, my uncle still needs my help, he can't take a bath by himself without handrails here." Rong Jingchen stood up as he spoke, and fell back again because of the pain in his leg.

Song Qingzhu took out the iodine from his medicine box, "Let me help you, uncle, he should be able to take a bath by himself, right?"

"Yes." Rong Jingchen nodded, "Xiao Qingqing just needs to help me help my uncle onto the stool."

"Okay, then you rest here, and I will help him."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, he put the iodine beside him again, and told him, "Apply the medicine yourself, the broken skin may hurt a little."

Rong Jingchen nodded obediently, and looked at Song Qingzhu's leaving back, with a sly look in his eyes.

Song Qingzhu walked slowly into the bathroom, closed the door again, and explained, "Yangyang's knee fell a bit badly, and I probably can't help you right now, just tell me what you want me to do for you."

Hearing this, Rong Junchu raised his eyes to look at her, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingzhu directly bent down, intending to help him directly.

But as soon as the person approached, he was blocked by a pair of hands.

"what are you doing?"

Song Qingzhu: "Of course I helped you to the stool, or do you think you can take a bath by yourself now?"

Rong Junchu frowned, and was about to speak, when Song Qingzhu blocked him back: "Don't talk about the difference between men and women, I am a doctor, and you are a patient."

Rong Junchu: "..."

He found out that now Song Qingzhu is getting more and more courageous. He used to be afraid of himself, but now he is not afraid at all. Could it be that he is too talkative?
Song Qingzhu passed under his arms with both hands, and lifted him from the wheelchair.

Rong Junchu didn't look fat, but Song Qingzhu still underestimated his weight, blushing before moving a step.

"Are you sure you let Yangyang do this kind of work, and he can do it?" Song Qingzhu held his breath, she was reluctant as an adult, let alone a child.

Rong Junchu pursed his lips, looked at her side face with a pair of deep eyes, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "He told you that he wanted to pick me up?"

Song Qingzhu nodded, "Yes."

There was a sneer in his ear, "Do you think with his small body, his two arms can reach my shoulders?"

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu suddenly raised his head, reacted, gritted his teeth and said, "Rong Jingchen, you're cheating on me again!"

Song Qingzhu only cared about getting angry, and didn't pay attention to her feet, so she was tripped and her whole body was thrown back. She subconsciously reached out to grab something.

At the same time, the overhead lights suddenly flickered a few times, and the entire bathroom was plunged into darkness.

Song Qingzhu's waist tightened, and he was already sitting on his lap, "Rong Junchu?"

Unable to hear his answer, Song Qingzhu twisted his body, but heard a soft hum in his ear, "Don't move."

His voice was somewhat forbearing, and Song Qingzhu pushed his shoulder again, "Rong Junchu, are you okay?"

The reason why she didn't fall to the head was because Rong Junchu protected her in time, and all the pressure was concentrated on his arm.

After a long time, Rong Junchu said, "I'm fine."

Song Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and complained, "Why did the battery suddenly run out?"

Now she didn't dare to move casually at all, firstly because she was afraid that Rong Junchu's injury would be serious, and secondly because she was afraid of falling again.

"Song Qingzhu."

Song Qingzhu was in a daze when he was suddenly called out by Rong Junchu. He instinctively turned his head away, and accidentally rubbed a soft thing on his lips, with a warm and cool touch.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the blinds, and Song Qingzhu quickly realized what he had just encountered, and closed his eyes in annoyance.

Heartbeat, all of a sudden out of rhythm.

"Why are you avoiding me?" In the darkness, Rong Junchu's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Seeing that he didn't seem to care about what happened just now, Song Qingzhu heaved a sigh of relief and explained, "I didn't hide from you."

"Angry because of what happened to Yangyang last time?" Rong Junchu asked himself and answered.

Song Qingzhu pursed his lips and said, "Rong Junchu, I don't want to get entangled in the previous matter, but please don't speak to me in that commanding tone in the future. To a certain extent, I am your attending doctor. Not your subordinates."

"it is good."

Rong Junchu paused, then asked again, "Who was the man who rescued you last time?"

Song Qingzhu frowned, didn't want to answer, and simply remained silent.

"You know, you want me to look it up myself?"

Song Qingzhu sighed, "A friend I met abroad, you don't need to know the rest."

"Girlfriends?"

For the first time, Song Qingzhu felt that it was better for Rong Junchu to talk less, so he explained speechlessly, "No."

Rong Junchu didn't ask any more questions, the air was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing remained.

"Before my leg is healed, I don't want you to delay my treatment because of the relationship between men and women." Rong Junchu's tone was light, but he did not allow it to be discussed.

"……it is good."

She had no intention of falling in love with anyone.

Just at this time, the lights on the top flickered a few times, and the bathroom was bright again.

Song Qingzhu squinted his eyes with some discomfort, and when he opened them, he ran into a pair of deep eyes, and beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his body along the tips of his hair.

"You..." As soon as he said a word, he realized that his face was not right, Song Qingzhu got up hurriedly, "Are you okay, I will help you up first."

Rong Junchu pursed his lips and said nothing, but the sweat on his pale lips and forehead showed that his situation at the moment was not good.

Song Qingzhu helped him up and sat on the wheelchair, "You can't take a bath now, I'll take you to take a picture to see the bones."

As Song Qingzhu said, he pushed Rong Junchu out involuntarily.

In the room, Rong Jingchen saw them coming out, limped out, and asked with a smile: "Washing up so soon?"