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

"Yo, Young Master Rong, this is..."

Hearing Song Qingzhu's words, the voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little puzzled.

"My wife." Rong Junchu frowned slightly.

"Oh, I was the one to be abrupt, I'm sorry, I actually forgot about the fact that Young Master Rong has a wife, haha."

"Don't talk useless, I just ask you a question now, where is it easy?"

Rong Junchu lost his good temper and let out a deep voice. The veins on his right arm started to spread from the back of his palm, which was extraordinarily thick.

"Where is it easy? Didn't I tell you all? It's in the villa on Lingyuan Street."

The voice said, very calmly.

"I'm in this broken villa now, but how easy is it? Where is it?"

Rong Junchu shouted loudly, the word Chuan on his brows faintly visible.

"Huh? Isn't it in the box in the corner?"

"Box?" Rong Junchu was startled.

"That's right, it's in that box. It's because you couldn't find it seriously, but it wasn't me who hid it deep."

The voice seemed to be blaming.

But Rong Junchu had no interest in talking to him anymore, he just looked serious and pondered in his mind.

Song Qingzhu immediately remembered the weird box in the corner.

"Is that right, the one over there?" Song Qingzhu asked hesitantly.

"should be."

After the voice fell, Rong Junchu turned around slowly, and came to the room where the box was located—this is a room where you can see all the rooms at a glance as soon as you enter.

Song Qingzhu followed closely behind Rong Junchu.

The two came to this room together.

The surrounding area was still dark, so in order to see clearly in the dark, Rong Junchu turned the flashlight on and shined directly on the box.

It's a wooden box with some stripes on it.

It's big and looks like it's big enough to fit a kid the size of Yi.

Rong Junchu didn't hesitate too much, took a deep breath, and then came to the box, feeling nervous.

On the other end of the phone, there were still bursts of weird laughter that never stopped.

"Hold it." Rong Junchu handed over the phone, and Song Qingzhu immediately took it into his hand, and carefully illuminated Rong Junchu.

"Be careful." Song Qingzhu said worriedly.

Rong Junchu nodded when he heard the words: "Don't worry."

"En." Hearing Rong Junchu's response, Song Qingzhu felt relieved and watched Rong Junchu bend down.

Starting from lightly opening the box, Rong Junchu carefully tested it.

He didn't know what that man was thinking. If it was an enemy, then besides being really easy, it was more likely to be a trap.

Therefore, Rong Junchu didn't dare to be careless.

The box was opened a little and a half, and the light of the flashlight squeezed in, as if entering a dark embrace, without any response.

"How about it?"

Song Qingzhu spoke worriedly.

Rong Junchu shook his head.

"I'm fully open, you step back a little." Rong Junchu said, looking at Song Qingzhu with a serious face.

Song Qingzhu knew that Rong Junchu was doing it for her own good, so he could only dodge slowly.

Seeing Song Qingzhu walking away, Rong Junchu finally settled down, gathered strength in his hands, and opened them suddenly.

boom!
A voice sounded, and a black mass flew towards Rong Junchu's face in an instant.

what.

Surprised, Rong Junchu bent down quickly, and the black mass landed on Rong Junchu's back.

Feeling the weight on his back, Rong Junchu quickly dodged.

"what!"

On the other hand, Song Qingzhu didn't dodge around like Rong Junchu. When the black shadow flew out, it happened to enter her eyes.

That black mass was a scarlet head, an extremely exaggerated face, coupled with the bloody blood, piercing the soft underbelly of people's hearts.

Song Qingzhu closed his eyes tightly.

Only an angry curse sounded in his ears.

"Bastard!" Rong Junchu took the phone and cursed loudly.

This thing, even a fool can guess, is a toy that the kidnapper deliberately put here in order to tease them.

"Ahahahaha."

An arrogant laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"How about it, are you satisfied with the gift I arranged for you?" the voice said, full of mockery.

Rong Jun gritted his teeth at the beginning, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Where is it easy?" Rong Junchu said, the extreme anger made his voice deeper, with a murderous look, which made Song Qingzhu very worried.

"Oh? Isn't it in that box?" The man continued, as if he didn't know about the bloody head.

Rong Junchu didn't speak, he swore that if this man appeared in front of his eyes, he would definitely take care of him comfortably.

"Hmm... Could it be that I remembered wrongly?" The man directed and acted on his own.

Rong Junchu still didn't reply.

"Well, I think it's getting late, why don't you go back and rest first, and we'll continue playing tomorrow."

"No, I just want to know now, where is the difficulty, I can give you as much money as you want, I only want my son now." Rong Junchu said, hammering on the wall with his right hand.

"Didn't I tell you all? I arrested your son not for money."

"Then what are you doing for?" Rong Junchu couldn't figure out the details of this person, so he made a deep voice.

If there is any unresolvable hatred, then the box just now cannot be a toy.

"For what?" The voice was puzzled, less mocking, and more cold.

"No reason, I just want to see how anxious you are when you are usually aloof and domineering."

Rong Junchu frowned and didn't speak immediately.

beep...

The call was interrupted, and the hoarse electronic synthesis tone was replaced by a busy tone.

Looking at the dark surroundings, Rong Junchu felt his whole body lose his strength, leaning against the wall, and sat down slowly.

Song Qingzhu felt guilty, seeing that Rong Junchu didn't speak, just pursed his chapped lips, and came to sit beside Rong Junchu.

The bloody head was still lying on the ground not far away, but Song Qingzhu's heart was no longer afraid.

If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't be easy to disappear.

"Let's go..."

Just when Song Qingzhu blamed himself, Rong Junchu's voice came slowly, the voice was very weak, as if he had lost his feelings, which made people feel very distressed.

"But..." Song Qingzhu wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, Rong Junchu's voice came again.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." After speaking, Rong Junchu got up directly and went downstairs without any intention of waiting for Song Qingzhu.

Seeing this, Song Qingzhu took back what he wanted to say, and then followed Rong Junchu's pace and walked down together.

Back in the car, the two were speechless, Rong Junchu sat in the driver's cab, while Song Qingzhu sat in the back seat.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the whole car.

Silence fills every corner.

Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be mocking them.

"Blame me…"

Song Qingzhu lowered his head and said slowly: "If it wasn't for me, it would be easy..."

"You only know now?" Rong Junchu turned his head, frowned, and looked at Song Qingzhu: "I'll just ask you, you are so busy going out to see a doctor every day, what are you doing for it?"