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

In the evening, Jiang Yanshu arrived at her room.

Song Qingzhu was stunned, got up from the bed in surprise, and looked at Jiang Yanshu, his eyes were full of joy.

"Dad? Aren't you coming back tomorrow?"

Song Qingzhu glanced at the time, it was already around ten o'clock, and then looked at his father's face, and found that his eyes were dark and blue, which must be caused by not having a good rest during this period of time.

Jiang Yanshu chuckled and said, "What? Don't want to see Dad?"

Song Qingzhu shook his head violently, "No, I really want to, tomorrow I will let my father hold my hand on the red carpet."

Jiang Yanshu looked at her dotingly, "Okay, I will hold my daughter's hand and walk down the aisle."

Jiang Jingzhi yawned from the side, "Okay, let her have a good rest, she has to get up early to put on makeup tomorrow."

Hearing this, Jiang Yanshu paused, and asked Jiang Jingzhi to go out. He wanted to whisper to his daughter.Jiang Jingzhi pursed his lips, glanced secretly, and then left.

When one of Jiang Jing left, Jiang Yanshu sat on her chair, and Song Qingzhu looked at him solemnly, without blinking, waiting for him to speak.

Watching him take out a bracelet from his pocket and put it on her hand, Song Qingzhu touched the bracelet, feeling a certain weight, light green, smooth and hard on the outside.

She was startled, "This is?"

Jiang Yanshu said gently: "This is the bracelet your mother once wore. I don't know what to give you. I think this bracelet should have an owner."

Song Qingzhu clenched the bracelet tightly, thinking of her beautiful mother, feeling very sad.

"I know, I will keep it well, Dad, don't be too sad."

"I'm not sad. Tomorrow is your wedding. I'm too happy to be happy." Jiang Yanshu said with a smile. He stood up, looked down at her, told her to go to bed early, and then he left.

Song Qingzhu stared at his back and left, feeling sour in his heart.

At some point, her father's back was bent, and he looked a lot tired.

Jiang Jingzhi drove to Rong's house, and came to Rong Junchu's bedroom with ease.

Seeing that Rong Junchu was still at work in the middle of the night, Jiang Jingzhi couldn't help walking over quickly, and scolded him: "Are you still in the mood to work?"

"Mainly, I can't sleep."

Rong Junchu replied calmly.

He is very calm and calm on the face, but in fact he is very excited in his heart. When he thinks of tomorrow's wedding and the thought that he will be officially with Qingzhu soon, he is very satisfied. When he is happy, he will not be able to fall asleep. I will get up and work to calm myself down.

Jiang Jingzhi could hear the calmness in his voice, not at all like a groom about to get married.

"I said Junchu, why are you not happy at all?"

"Who said that?" Rong Junchu narrowed his eyes carefully.

"Then why aren't you excited?" Jiang Jingzhi sometimes really wants to pry his head open to see what the structure of his head is like. After all, this is a lifelong event. It's really not normal for him to be so calm.

"I'm very excited." Rong Junchu paused and replied.

The two talked a few words, Jiang Jingzhi lay on the sofa in his bedroom, propped his head with one hand, turned his head to look at Rong Junchu, watched him continue to work, and muttered: "Go to bed early, tomorrow You're still getting married."

After speaking, he began to sleep soundly.

The morning sun often comes very quickly, around seven o'clock, the sun's light is already very bright, illuminating everything in the room.

When Jiang Jingzhi woke up, he rubbed his forehead, got up from the sofa, and came to the bathroom feeling dizzy.

And Rong Junchu had changed his clothes a long time ago, washed up, and was quietly waiting for the time.

Jiang Jingzhi came to him after washing up, looked at him carefully, and couldn't help clicking his tongue.

"As expected of you, a walking hanger."

"what time is it now?"

Rong Junchu ignored his teasing and asked lightly.

"Twelve past seven." Jiang Jingzhi yawned, and said sleepily, "Isn't it nine o'clock, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Go to bed first, I'll go to the wedding venue." Rong Junchu calmed down, he took a deep breath, stood up, and said to him.

Jiang Jingzhi: "Forget it, wait for me, I'll go with you."

Rong Junchu was about to leave, but when he heard his words, he turned back.

"Hurry up." He said these two words with thin lips, simple and clear.

Jiang Jingzhi hurriedly changed into a cleaner dress, and then went to the wedding scene with him.

Around eight o'clock, the relatives and friends who received the invitations came to the scene one after another. There were more people from the Rong family, most of them were cousins ​​of the Rong family, etc. Rong Junyao also came.

Rong Junyao came here with her aunt, and she actually didn't have any opinion on Song Qingzhu. If it wasn't for Wen Zhifei's instigation, she would not have bullied Song Qingzhu.

Now, it was a good thing for them to be able to get married, Rong Junyao felt.

At least her brother will be happy.

However, her eyes were dim, and she thought of Rong Junrui in prison. Although he did a lot of evil, he was really kind to her.

As the groom, Rong Junchu needs to welcome guests at the door, and everyone who comes will greet him.

Rong Junyao walked up to him, smiled, and handed him the red envelope in his hand.

"Brother, happy wedding!"

"Thank you."

Rong Junchu glanced at her indifferently, and it took him a long time to answer, accepting the red envelope.

Rong Junyao was silent for a while, then shrugged and walked in.

When she entered, the seat with a wide view in the middle was already occupied, so she could only sit in the corner.

The time was approaching bit by bit, Rong Junyao waited for a long time, the music of the wedding hall was playing, and the endless stream of relatives and friends were chatting, she could vaguely hear someone asking where the bride was.

But Rong Junchu at the door had disappeared a long time ago.

At this time, her aunt was sitting next to her, holding her little nephew in her arms.

"Jun Yao, why are you sitting here alone?"

"It's clearer here."

Rong Junyao smiled slightly and answered implicitly.

My aunt turned her head to look at the stage in puzzlement. This is the farthest place from the stage. From a distance, the people on the stage are only a blurred dot.This is called good vision?This is called seeing clearly?
But she didn't say anything, and stood up with the child in her arms.

"Then you sit here, I'll go ahead and have a look."

"OK, all right."

Rong Junyao answered obediently.

The music was still playing, Rong Junyao turned his head and glanced at the elders of the Rong family, their faces showed puzzled and impatient expressions.

And she glanced down at her watch, 10 minutes had passed, why didn't she start?
At this time, the host in front began to tell jokes in an attempt to enliven the atmosphere present.

Rong Junyao waited patiently. She squinted her eyes and looked towards the stage. Five pieces of music had already been played, but the bride and groom still did not appear.