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

"Where's the person you sent?" the mysterious man asked, with no emotion in his tone.

"It's dead, all the bones in the body have been knocked into pieces, and there is not a single intact bone."

"As far as I know, Rong Junchu is not such a cruel man."

"Maybe it's because that kid played him around, made him bark like a dog, climbed into a dog's hole, and poisoned the child."

The man responded cautiously.

The surroundings became dead silent, and no one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body if they were not careful.

After a long time, there was a chuckle from the mysterious man in the air.

"That kid has the guts. He dares to let him do this kind of thing. Rong Junchu has always been proud of himself, and he was so humiliated, no wonder he was so cruel."

After a pause, the mysterious man said again: "Since he is already dead, there is no need to punish him."

Hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, he should have escaped this time.

In the next second, a dark hole was aimed at his forehead.

With a loud bang, the man fell to the ground, his wide-open pupils filled with disbelief.

Blood mixed with brain fluid flowed out from the hole in the center of his forehead and stained the fine wool carpet on the floor.

"Useless stuff!" The man snorted coldly, put away his gun, got up and walked back.

"Dark Eagle, within three days, I want to see the corpses of Rong Junchu and his wife."

"Yes." The man named Dark Eagle bent down to answer.

in the hospital...

Due to Rong Junchu's distinguished status, the hospital specially arranged a VIP ward on the top floor for the two of them to live in.

Song Qingzhu declined.

She is a doctor, and she knows that there are still many people who sleep on the floor in the corridor because they can't live in the ward.

For such a spacious ward, she felt very uncomfortable living in it.

Rong Junchu guessed Song Qingzhu's psychology, respected her choice, and booked a suite at the hotel opposite the hospital for rest.

"I've been tired all day, go back and rest early." Rong Junchu said to Song Qingzhu at ten o'clock in the evening.

"I'm not tired, you go to rest first, I'll watch the night here tonight, you can replace me tomorrow."

Song Qingzhu replied, looking worriedly at the child in the ward who was covered in tubes from time to time.

"The doctor said that he is fine for the time being. You should go back first. You will have various examinations tomorrow. I don't understand these things very well. You are a doctor, so you are more suitable to be by my side."

Hearing what Rong Junchu said, Song Qingzhu thought it was the same reason, so he agreed and took the elevator downstairs.

The hotel is opposite the hospital, separated by a two-way lane. When Song Qingzhu walked to the side of the road, it happened to be a red light.

It was a bit cold at night, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck in only a thin coat.

While waiting for the traffic light, she didn't realize that a black car was quietly parked in the lane on her left, and the car behind would not move even though it honked its horn.

"Hey, I said what's the matter with you?"

The people behind finally got impatient, got out of the car, walked to the window and knocked on the window, trying to reason.

At this moment, the green light turned on, and Song Qingzhu stepped forward and walked towards the opposite side.

Almost at the same time, the car rushed over like an arrow off the string, almost hitting the man who came to argue.

The man was stunned, and stared blankly at the car crashing into the woman with a delicate face.

Song Qingzhu didn't expect a car to run a red light, so he was stunned.

That speed was definitely on purpose.

Even, wanting her life.

At this critical moment, the normal driving vehicle could not stop the car, and directly hit the body of the vehicle running the red light.

The car veered off, brushing against the woman's body and crashing into it.

Song Qingzhu was brought down to the ground, only feeling a sharp pain in the bend of his leg.

She covered her legs and looked at the car.

The windows were covered with black film, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

Seeing that his plan failed, the car drove away without stopping at all.

Standing at the gate of the hospital, the bodyguard saw Song Qingzhu being hit by a car from a distance, and was so frightened that he hurried to report to Rong Junchu.

Another bodyguard came over to check on Song Qingzhu's situation.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" the bodyguard asked Song Qingzhu to stand up.

"You can still stand up, your bones should be fine." Song Qingzhu said rationally and clearly, feeling the pain coming from his body.

Although the bones were fine, her wounds were not light, and the skin was scratched.

Seeing that Song Qingzhu was so strong, even the bodyguards couldn't help admiring him.

Just as he was about to help Song Qingzhu to the hospital, Rong Junchu strode out.

"Qing Zhu, are you okay!"

Rong Junchu's complexion was ugly, his hair was messed up by the wind, and his breath was even more unstable.

As soon as I saw it, I ran over.

"I'm fine, I just suffered a little skin trauma."

"I've lost so much blood, how can I be fine!"

If I had known, he would not have let Song Qingzhu go back by himself, if I had known, he would have gone back with her!

Rong Junchu's heart was full of regret.

"I'll take you to the doctor!"

As he said that, he couldn't help but the other party refused, he directly picked up the woman's body and walked into the hospital.

"Qing Zhu, you have become much lighter."

After weighing the woman's light body, Rong Junchu said distressedly.

The woman pursed her lips, and quietly hugged the man's neck tightly.

In the chaos, a man in black with a mask slipped into the hospital quietly.

……

Although Song Qingzhu repeatedly emphasized that she was only injured on the skin, Rong Junchu still took her to do various checks.

It was finally determined that she was indeed just a skin trauma.

Rong Junchu held her in his arms throughout the whole process, even when he was taking the elevator downstairs, he didn't let her go.

Such a high-profile style has attracted the envy of many people.

Looking at the envious eyes of the people around, Song Qingzhu was very embarrassed, and wished to find a hole to bury himself.

Confirming that it was all right, Rong Junchu began to bandage her wound.

While bandaging, he asked her if it hurt, that kind of cautious attitude, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

Yes, Song Qingzhu is his treasure.

When the bodyguard told him that Song Qingzhu had a car accident, his whole brain was in a daze.

At that time, his first reaction turned out to be: If Song Qingzhu had any troubles, then he would follow her.

His life in the past twenty years seems to be pale.

It is because of Song Qingzhu's existence that his life has meaning.

He will never allow Song Qingzhu to leave his side!
He didn't know that in just ten minutes, the man had already thought so much in his heart.

Song Qingzhu had just bandaged the wound, and said to the man, "Go quickly and see if your son is awake, I'm fine here."

Knowing that Song Qingzhu was only worried about Yi, he nodded.

Sure enough, going to the intensive care unit looked easy.

Song Qingzhu pursed his lips and lay on the VIP ward, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

After this incident, she can be 100% sure that the other party came for their family of three.

Who on earth has such a great hatred against him, and must kill him to death?
Song Qingzhu couldn't understand it.