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

After making sure that Rong Junchu couldn't hear him, Song Qingzhu answered the phone. The call was from the identification center.

"Are you sure?" Song Qingzhu's eyes were dark, and his hand was holding the phone tightly.

"We are the most authoritative testing organization in Linchuan City, and we 100% guarantee the accuracy of the results."

In one sentence, the only uncertainty left in Song Qingzhu's heart was shattered. She didn't know whether she should be happy now or...

My father, who has shouted for more than [-] years and let me down for more than [-] years, has no blood relationship with me.

It's ridiculous...

Her life is like a joke, no wonder the Song family treats her like this, they are not related by blood, so giving her a bite is considered a gift.

Then who is she?Why did you come to the Song family in the first place?

A series of questions lingered in his mind, making Song Qingzhu a little irritable.

"What's wrong with you?" Before she knew it, Rong Junchu had come to her side.

Song Qingzhu was startled, put away all his thoughts in an instant, and said, "I heard from Aunt Yan that there is a piece of white peony root on the tea mountain behind, which is just right for you to use. I'll pick some back."

"No need." Rong Jun gave her a first glance and added, "These are enough."

Song Qingzhu looked at the weather outside and insisted on going, "I'm fine, with Bai Shao your hands will heal faster."

After she finished speaking, she walked out alone.Rong Junchu looked at her back thoughtfully.

Today's sunshine is good. Behind the village is a terraced tea mountain with a large tea tree planted on it.

Song Qingzhu walked for a long time, but never saw the white peony that Aunt Yan was talking about.

In the room, Rong Jingchen took Rong Junchu's arm with his small hand, "Uncle, Xiao Qingqing looks very strange, what's wrong with her?"

"Yesterday you told her that I need help to take a shower?" Rong Junchu asked without answering.

Rong Jingchen nodded, and said in a low voice, "I said it, but the power outage is really none of my business. Xiao Qingqing looks very unhappy, is it really okay to go out alone?"

Hearing this, Rong Junchu was silent for a moment, and his voice sank a bit, "I'll go over and have a look."

Rong Jingchen nodded, watching Rong Junchu control the wheelchair to go out.

Rong Junchu's wheelchair is equipped with an automatic driving function, and there is a tea mountain behind, and the roads are well maintained, so it is convenient for Rong Junchu to go there.

Song Qingzhu looked in the terraced fields for a long time but couldn't find Baishao. Based on his own understanding of Baishao, he went up for a while.

The road above is not so smooth, but it is not difficult to walk.

The flowers of white peony often grow in places like ravines. Song Qingzhu paid special attention, and sure enough, he found white peony in a crevice in a ravine.

Song Qingzhu climbed down by grabbing the twigs, flowers and roots next to him with his hands, when suddenly his phone rang.

"Rong Junchu?" Song Qingzhu was a little surprised.

"Where are you?"

Just when he was about to speak, his foot slipped, Song Qingzhu let out a cry, and fell into the ravine.

The phone rolled straight down the slope.

In a whirl, Song Qingzhu fell directly into the ravine, his arms and body were scratched by branches, and even a long bloodstain was drawn on his stomach.

Song Qingzhu cried out in pain, his neck was sprained from the falling posture, and he didn't know where the phone fell.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't know if Rong Junchu would let someone come to her.

It was a bit shady in the ravine, and the sun suddenly disappeared.

Song Qingzhu tried to move, but found that it was very painful. With a low curse, he curled himself up like a shrimp, his lips turned white from the pain.

Such a high ravine, even if she was not injured, it would be difficult to climb up, not to mention she has multiple sprains now.

After a while, the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy.

Song Qingzhu looked at the sky speechlessly, feeling that he was really unlucky today.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by dull thunder.

The weather in summer is always unpredictable, and it will rain soon.

The rain was not too heavy, but it still hurt badly when it fell on the wound.

"The wound will become inflamed if this continues." Song Qingzhu muttered, but couldn't find a clean cloth to wrap the wound.

"Song Qingzhu!"

Just when Song Qingzhu's consciousness began to blur from the pain, she suddenly heard her own name.

Is it an illusion?
"Song Qingzhu!"

Song Qingzhu hesitated for a while, and after confirming that it was Rong Junchu's voice, he said with some difficulty, "I'm here. You go back and ask someone to save me."

The rain gradually increased, accompanied by thunder, and the sky was dark.

On the hillside, Rong Junchu had already seen her lying down the hillside.

He pursed his lips tightly, his face was cold.

He had sent out the location just now, but Lin Youyuan was in Linchuan, and it would take a while to come over.

"Are you seriously injured?"

Song Qingzhu waited expectantly for Rong Junchu to find someone to rescue him, and couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard what he said.

"If it's not serious... why don't I... climb up by myself."

In a word, Song Qingzhu couldn't help but shuddered several times as he stumbled while speaking, his body was swept by waves of chill.

A beam of light shone down from the top of his head, and Song Qingzhu saw Rong Junchu controlling his wheelchair to go down slowly.

"Rong Junchu, don't you want your legs anymore?" Song Qingzhu raised his voice an octave in fright, and looked at Rong Junchu nervously.

He held the branch with one hand, and controlled the speed of the wheelchair with the other.

"Rong Junchu, stop quickly! Are you crazy, you will die if you fall!" Song Qingzhu was almost hysterical.

There are terraced fields after a certain distance down the hillside. If he didn't fall into the ravine, he would fall down layer by layer along the terraced fields.

Song Qingzhu's eyes were full of panic, "You go back quickly, just let someone come and save me."

"Noisy." Rong Junchu frowned impatiently, grabbed the branches along the road with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Thinking of how she herself fell like this, Song Qingzhu was even more terrified, and focused her eyes on Rong Junchu, for fear that he would fall.

Rong Junchu put aside the remote control device for manipulating the wheelchair, propped himself up with both hands, and jumped off the wheelchair directly.

Song Qingzhu screamed in fright, "Rong Junchu, you lunatic! What are you doing down here! Or are you going to be disabled for the rest of your life!"

When Rong Jun first landed, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he supported the ground with his arms, trying to avoid hitting his legs.

If his feeling just now is correct, his legs can already borrow a little strength.

He looked at Song Qingzhu, and with the light of the mobile phone, Rong Junchu saw that her white T-shirt was soaked, and it was stained with blood.

Things don't look good for her.

Rong Junchu frowned, propped up his upper body and moved over a little bit.

Seeing that he was fine, Song Qingzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and still cursed weakly: "Crazy, crazy crazy."