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

Song Qingzhu never thought that seeing Rong Junchu again would be like this.

At this moment, she was holding another man's hand tightly.

The moment he saw Rong Junchu, Song Qingzhu withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

That feeling was like being caught while having an affair.

Song Qingzhu shook his head, wondering why he had such an idea.

With a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he looked at Rong Junchu like a demonstration.

This is a contest between two men.

"Is Rong's president also coming to today's banquet?"

Rong Junchu smiled politely, but his eyes kept focusing on Song Qingzhu
Being stared at by Rong Junchu was very uncomfortable, Song Qingzhu smiled at the man and said, "I'll go in first."

"Okay." The man didn't refuse.

Rong Junchu was going to go in with Song Qingzhu, but was stopped by that man.

"Let's talk."

Rong Junchu flatly refused: "There is nothing to talk about between us."

"It's about Song Qingzhu." There was a sly smile in the man's eyes.

As a man, he could tell that Rong Junchu was in love.

As long as he is in love, then Song Qingzhu is his weakness.

Sure enough, Rong Junchu stayed.

Now, only Rong Junchu and that man were left before the banquet.

"I warn you, it's best to stay away from Song Qingzhu." Rong Junchu's eyes were very sharp, and his tone was full of threats.

The man smiled indifferently: "She is here with me now, and, judging from the current situation, it seems that the relationship between the two of us is closer."

Rong Junchu sneered, as if he had heard a big joke: "She is my wife and the mother of my child. Who do you think is closer?"

The man smiled, but he didn't know whether he was smiling at Jun Chu or himself.

"A man who can't keep a woman is incompetent." The man looked at Rong Junchu provocatively.

"If you really believe her, you shouldn't doubt her when you are in the hospital."

"That's my family business, it's not up to you, an outsider, to intervene." Rong Junchu said coldly.

"Oh?" The man also laughed.

But these words made him unable to refute.

Glaring at the man fiercely, Rong Junchu came to Song Qingzhu's side.

Song Qingzhu was drooling over a cake at the banquet.

He murmured in his mouth, "It looks delicious."

At this moment, Song Qingzhu's eyes were full of innocence, like a hedgehog that had shed its thorns.

Rong Junchu stood aside and watched quietly, recalling the fragments of getting along between the two of them.

How nice it would be if everything was the same as before.

Rong Junchu didn't plan to attend this banquet.

Since the last time he met Song Qingzhu and that man, Rong Junchu secretly told his subordinates to hurry up and investigate.

Hard work paid off, and finally found a little clue.

The man belongs to a mysterious organization, but that organization is very secretive.

Even if Rong Junchu used his power, he could only find out the name of the organization - Mo Li.

"Why are you here?"

Rong Junchu went up to say hello, only to realize that what he said was too blunt as soon as he spoke, but Song Qingzhu had already heard it.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and Song Qingzhu answered blankly.

"If I remember correctly, the banquet this time didn't seem to be held by the Rong family. Since when did the president of the Rong family become so domineering? He even intervenes in other people's affairs."

Rong Junchu couldn't contain his anger.

He was alone at home in fear for so long, why did Song Qingzhu still look calm and unconcerned?
"Come back with me." Rong Junchu gritted his teeth.

"Why should I go back with you? In what capacity?"

Song Qingzhu looked into Rong Junchu's eyes without fear, without any trace of affection in them.

Rong Junchu closed his eyes and staggered a little.

"I was wrong about what happened before, and I apologize to you." Rong Junchu lowered his head.

"I can't bear this. You are the president of Rong's. How can you apologize to me?"

Song Qingzhu looked reticent, as if he was determined to break with Rong Junchu.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom." Song Qingzhu walked past Rong Junchu gently.

The perfume on his body is still the familiar smell from before, but the person in front of him is not the same person from before.

When he came to the bathroom, Song Qingzhu burst into tears.

That day in the hospital, every word Rong Junchu said was like a knife stabbing hard into her chest.

But now she came to her again?

Is she, Song Qingzhu, so cheap?

When you want to look for it, look for it, and when you don't want it, don't want it. Do people put their heads down and post it eagerly?

Outside, Rong Junchu waited and waited until Song Qingzhu could not come out, so he had to rush into the women's bathroom.

"Song Qingzhu!" Rong Junchu called out.

Unexpectedly, Rong Junchu would follow in, Song Qingzhu hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face.

"This is the women's bathroom, get out quickly, there are still people in there!" Song Qingzhu wanted to push Rong Junchu out.

The layout of the bathroom here is very ingenious, the inside is the bathroom, and the outside is a compartment, which is convenient for women to touch up makeup.

They're in this compartment right now.

Rong Junchu held Song Qingzhu's wrist recklessly, forcing her to the corner.

He saw the tear stains on her face.

Rong Junchu was overjoyed all of a sudden: "Song Qingzhu, what you said before was against your will, right? You won't leave me, right?"

"You let go!"

Song Qingzhu tried to break free from Rong Junchu's restraint, but her strength was not strong enough to push away.

"You tell the truth, I just want you to tell the truth." Rong Junchu looked into Song Qingzhu's eyes expectantly, which was icy cold.

"Rong Junchu." Song Qingzhu raised his head proudly, although there were tears on his face, he was still very determined.

"When I was in the hospital before, I asked you more than once that you were the one who gave up with your own hands, and now you are the one who is pestering me endlessly. What do you want?"

"Don't you understand my intention?" Rong Junchu felt his heart ache unbearably.

"Your intention? Is your intention to drive me out of the Rong family?"

Day and night these days, Song Qingzhu thought of the scene in the hospital more than once.

She took on so much psychological pressure and it was easy to treat, but no one understood her.

At that time, she put all her hopes on Rong Junchu, but what about Rong Junchu?

Every time he thinks of the ruthless expression on his face and the movement of turning his head away, Song Qingzhu's heart seems to be bleeding!

People came out one after another inside, and they were about to shout, but they were frightened by Rong Junchu's eyes and immediately walked out.