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

The man didn't expect that Rong Junchu could resist at this time, and when he didn't pay attention, he was robbed of the child in his arms.

"Let me go!" The man grabbed Rong Junchu's hand and wanted to break him away.

But the latter's hands seemed to be made of steel bars, which made him unable to breathe.

Song Qingzhu hugged the child, opened his little quilt, and confirmed that it was his son.

She looked up at the man and nodded excitedly.

Seeing that Song Qingzhu was sure, he lost his scruples and kicked the man's knee directly, knocking him down to his knees.

Seeing Rong Junchu twisting his wrist, three times, five divisions and two, he untied the rope on his hand.

Seeing Rong Junchu standing in front of him with a dark face, the man finally felt fear.

"You, what do you want to do?" He couldn't help but want to back up, but the pain from his knee made him unable to stand upright at all.

Rong Junchu stood in front of him, looking down at him as if looking at a dead person.

The man wanted to threaten him, but the child was no longer in his hands, and he no longer had the leverage to threaten the man.

"In the past two days, you seem to be having a good time." Rong Junchu picked up an iron rod from the side, and weighed it twice in the palm of his hand.

The man's legs couldn't stand upright, so he could only drag them backwards.

"You can't touch me. There are videos all around. If you touch me, I will call the police!" Cold sweat rolled down the man's forehead.

He was scared, really scared.

These two days of playing tricks made him feel that Rong Junchu was just a paper tiger, and he wouldn't struggle no matter how he tried to play with him.

But he never thought that the tiger released from the cage is enough to swallow a person in one bite.

Rong Junchu's eyes were full of bloodthirsty ruthlessness, he swung the stick and hit the man's knee.

"Ah! Ah ah ah!"

Severe pain hit, and the man clutched his leg and screamed heart-piercingly.

Rong Junchu didn't move at all, and swung the stick again and slammed it down.

Soon, the man's kneecap was smashed into pieces, and blood flowed everywhere.

Song Qingzhu didn't want to see such a bloody thing, so he held the child and looked away.

Song Qingzhu didn't feel cruel to the harm done by Rong Junchu.

It was nothing compared to what this man had done to them.

If it wasn't for Rong Junchu's successful counterattack, there would be three members of their family lying on the ground now.

The brutality continued, and the man's arm joints were also beaten to pieces.

His whole body was covered in blood, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Master, good man, I was wrong, let me go, let me go! I don't want to die yet!" The man gasped and begged desperately.

A person like him who lives on the tip of a knife knows that he will be killed sooner or later.

But he didn't expect that this man not only wanted to kill himself, but also let himself bear such deep pain.

This level has already exceeded her limit.

However, who is Rong Junchu?How could he let go of the man who almost killed his son?
The stick was raised and lowered, and the sound of ribs breaking came from the man's chest.

The man opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound due to the pain, only the heavy breathing proved that he was still alive.

Song Qingzhu frowned, turned around and said to Rong Junchu: "My husband, there seems to be something wrong with my son."

Hearing what Song Qingzhu said, Rong Junchu turned his head and walked to his wife's side.

The child in his arms was lying motionless in Song Qingzhu's arms with his eyes tightly closed.

Looking at the sleeping child, Rong Junchu also became suspicious.

Although it is said that Yi is very well-behaved after being born, it is still a child.

It's not normal for him to be able to sleep soundly after hearing a man screaming like this.

"What's going on?" Rong Junchu asked.

Song Qingzhu shook his head, his face was completely at a loss, "I don't know, I haven't woken up since he came into my arms."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Rong Junchu accused and turned around again.

Walking to the man's side, Rong Junchu stepped on his face and asked sullenly, "What did you do to my son?"

The man spat out blood, knowing that his ribs had been inserted into his lungs, and he could no longer live.

Thinking that it would be good to have another child buried with him, he smiled happily.

Rong Junchu frowned, stepped on the man's bone-shattered arm, and crushed it hard.

"Say it or not!" The man still didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.

Looking at the hatred in the man's eyes, Rong Junchu knew that he would not tell him.

"Since you don't speak, it's useless to have your tongue!" After speaking, Rong Junchu cut off his tongue with the glass shards he picked up from the side.

The man could no longer make a sound, only his eyes were wide open, the pupils were bloodshot, and he looked extremely terrifying.

He didn't expect that even if he was about to die, Rong Junchu would not let him go.

He regretted it, if he knew it, he would have told him!
But it's useless.

His whole body was in excruciating pain, and the suffocation from his lungs was even more unbearable for him.

I saw his body trembling violently, and the wings of his nose fluttered. Suddenly, his trembling stopped, and his body completely went limp.

This evil man finally stopped breathing under Rong Junchu's hellish torture.

Rong Junchu threw away the stick in his hand, ignored the man who was no longer breathing, turned around and walked to Song Qingzhu's side.

"Aren't you a doctor? Let's see what happened to him!" Rong Junchu originally wanted to hold the child in his arms.

But seeing the blood on his hand, he put it down.

Hearing Rong Junchu's words, Song Qingzhu remembered that he was still a doctor.

Quickly put the child on the ground and look at his eyelids and body.

The more she looked, the colder her heart became.

Seeing Song Qingzhu's expression, Rong Junchu frowned deeply.

"how is the situation?"

Song Qingzhu picked up the child and put it in his arms, and said with tears in his eyes: "My son is poisoned, this bastard actually poisoned our son!"

As he said that, Song Qingzhu wanted to rush over and kick the man hard.

"He's dead, he won't feel it no matter what you do. The most urgent thing is to take the child to the hospital." Rong Junchu said calmly.

"Yes, go to the hospital, there are so many doctors in the hospital, they can definitely cure him!"

Song Qingzhu murmured, and walked to the car with the child in his arms.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Rong Junchu took a look at the man's horrific corpse, and stepped on the accelerator.

Let the wild dogs eat this kind of dirty person.

The car galloped on the wide road again like an arrow off the string, and naturally attracted a bunch of traffic policemen to chase after it.

But Rong Junchu's driving skills are top-notch, and soon the police car disappeared.

Drive the car to the hospital in the shortest time, the doctor is already waiting at the gate.

As soon as the car stopped, a surgical trolley moved onto the car.

At this moment, the child's face has turned a layer of blue, which is obviously a sign of poisoning.

The car was stuck at the elevator entrance, and the doctor, Rong Junchu and his wife were very anxious.

You know, the visitor is not a simple person, if this child is in any danger, they don't even want this hospital!