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

Rong Junchu drove the car to the gate of the company, and the doorman immediately came to park the car in the parking lot.

There are still some things in the company that have not been dealt with, Rong Junchu had to keep coming back, the previous emergency meeting was temporarily interrupted by something easy.

Now Rong Junchu ordered the secretary to reconvene the members of the board of directors and continue the meeting.

In this way, Rong Junchu stayed in the company for an afternoon while handling official business.

When he got off work, Rong Junchu didn't come home.

"Go to the hospital." Rong Junchu said to the driver concisely, wondering how Yi Yi is doing now?

The driver replied respectfully, and then sent Rong Junchu to the hospital smoothly all the way.

After arriving at the hospital, Rong Junchu went straight to the easy ward.

The scent of flowers was everywhere in the ward. Rong Junchu looked at the child lying on the bed, and his heart became very soft. This was the crystallization of his love with Qingzhu, and he really cared about it.

Yi was still lying on the bed and fell asleep. After that day, it was announced that he had been rescued from death, which was like a miracle.

It was obvious that he had been declared dead at that time, but the nurse finally found out that Yi had a body temperature and a heartbeat.

When Rong Junchu thought about it now, maybe it was really Qingzhu's credit at that time, but he didn't trust her that much.

Thinking of Song Qingzhu's desperate and helpless eyes at that time, Rong Junchu wanted to go back to that time and give her a good hug.

Rong Junchu was immersed in this kind of thoughts and couldn't extricate himself, but someone suddenly pushed open the door of the ward.

"Easy, mom is here to see you." Song Qingzhu held a bouquet of blooming lilies in his hands.

When he looked up and saw Rong Junchu sitting on the chair, the warmth on Song Qingzhu's face quickly receded.

"Why are you here?" Song Qingzhu asked blankly, and replaced the bunch of lilies that had been on the bedside table for a day.

No wonder the whole ward smelled so fragrant, it turned out that Song Qingzhu would come over every day to put a bouquet of flowers in the ward.

She didn't want her son to stay in the ward all day, and she was hospitalized because of illness when she was a child.

At that time, the hospital smelled of disinfectant all day long, and Song Qingzhu hated that smell the most.

So now, she doesn't want her son to experience what she did before, so she comes here every day to change into a bouquet of the freshest flowers, and she wants the fragrance of flowers to accompany her son.

"I am the father of the child," Rong Junchu said, "Of course I came to see him."

After hearing this, Song Qingzhu fell silent. Yes, although the relationship between them has broken down, it has to be admitted that he is indeed the biological father of the child.

Song Qingzhu knows how important a father is to a child, so she doesn't intend to deprive Rong Junchu of his right to be a father.

"Then thank you for coming to see him." Song Qingzhu's words were very unfamiliar.

The atmosphere between the two was also very stiff. Song Qingzhu treated Rong Junchu like a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Of course Rong Junchu noticed Song Qingzhu's estrangement, and he felt a dull pain in his heart again. Is there really no room for maneuver between them?

"Qingzhu, I apologize to you for what happened that day." Rong Junchu wanted to bring back Song Qingzhu and his lost lover.

"It's all my fault, it's because I don't trust you enough," Rong Junchu said with a pleading look on his face, "Please give me another chance, I will definitely treat you wholeheartedly."

Song Qingzhu has now figured it out very clearly. In an unhappy marriage, the most important thing to do is to stop the loss in time.

It is not absolute that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Sometimes when you reach a dead end, you should turn around in time.

"I think, let's calm down between the two of us for a while now!" Song Qingzhu's face was very indifferent, as if she didn't care about this relationship at all.

Calm down for a while, it's easy to say, but Rong Junchu can't calm down at all. If Song Qingzhu really leaves, I'm afraid I will be deeply trapped in this emotion for the rest of my life, and I will never be at peace.

"Qingzhu, do you really want to be so heartless?" Rong Junchu glanced at the child lying on the bed: "Our child is still so young, he should grow up in an atmosphere of love."

Song Qingzhu leaned over and kissed Yiyi's forehead lightly, then turned around and said to Rong Junchu: "Don't worry, even after we divorce, I will not deprive you of your right to be a father. You can come and see Yiyi at any time." .”

After hearing the word divorce, Rong Junchu immediately stood up from the chair, with disbelief on his face: "How can you say the word divorce?!"

Song Qingzhu sighed softly, and then a sober despair appeared on his almost calm face.

"Then what do you think we can do if we don't get a divorce?" Song Qingzhu asked back.

"There are only some small problems between us," Rong Junchu said, "and I am confident that I can solve these problems, as long as you have confidence in me."

Trust?
Song Qingzhu thought in his heart that he used to really trust the man in front of him wholeheartedly, believed that he would give him happiness, believed that no matter what time he would stand in front of him.

But what is the truth?
Song Qingzhu didn't want to think about the past, it would only bring him despair.

"I don't want to go on anymore," Song Qingzhu said seriously, "Rong Junchu, let's get a divorce!"

Rong Junchu was rarely angry: "Give up! I won't divorce you, you don't want to leave me!"

For such a result, Song Qingzhu was already prepared in his heart. Since Rong Junchu disagreed, he had no choice but to go through judicial procedures.

It's just that in this way, the time will be delayed longer, and the damage to the two people will be greater.

Song Qingzhu still wanted to persuade Rong Junchu through persuasion.

"There are really too many obstacles between the two of us," Song Qingzhu recalled bits and pieces of the past: "Your mother, she never admitted me."

Lu Xiaoman's harm to Song Qingzhu is not insignificant.

"You don't have to care about my mother at all," Rong Junchu said, "This is between the two of us. I will treat you well in the future. Can you give me another chance?"

Song Qingzhu shook his head, this man is still like this, never knowing the root of the matter.

Seeing the look on Song Qingzhu's face, Rong Junchu became desperate.

"I have my own life now, if you let me go, I will let you go, okay?"