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

Rong Junchu looked into Song Qingzhu's eyes, trying to see a little bit of reluctance in them, but unfortunately there was nothing.

How he hoped that what Song Qingzhu said was angry.

"Stop making trouble." Rong Junchu rubbed his sore forehead, feeling helpless.

"The doctor said it's easy to wake up right away. Let's go back first, okay? Even... even if you don't want to talk to me, how easy is it? You don't want to?"

When Song Qingzhu thought of that little figure lying in the hospital, his heart ached so badly that he almost couldn't hold on anymore.

However, she did not change her choice.

Yi is a member of the Rong family, no matter what, Rong Junchu will treat him well, and so will Lu Xiaoman.

But she is different.

Song Qingzhu raised his head proudly, staring straight into Rong Junchu's eyes: "No... want to..."

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength for those two simple words, but luckily she said them.

"it is good."

Rong Junchu's eyes suddenly became cold: "Song Qingzhu, you are cruel."

Song Qingzhu, you are cruel...

Freed from the shackles of Rong Junchu, Song Qingzhu leaned on the wall and wept bitterly.

Tears fell silently, and only Rong Junchu's resolute expression was in her mind.

Why doesn't she want to go back with Rong Junchu, but what kind of identity does she want to go back with?
Lu Xiaoman doesn't want to see her, not even a sister-in-law of Wu.

If Rong Junchu can stand firmly on her side, that's fine, but what about Rong Junchu?
The events of that day reappeared in her mind, with such an expression of disbelief, that was a hurdle she would never get over.

She asked over and over again, and always got the answer that she least wanted to hear.

The people in the bathroom heard the sound from outside decrease, and began to walk outside one after another.

"Miss sister, why are you crying?" A little girl came out and asked very concerned.

Song Qingzhu forcefully forced a smile, which looked a little tragic.

"My sister is fine, but my sister is a little tired."

The little girl pursed her lips, unable to understand these complicated feelings.

After a while, she took out a candy from her pocket and stuffed it into Song Qingzhu's hand.

"My sister eats candy, and I won't be tired after eating candy."

"it is good."

Thoughts were surging, and even makeup was spent.

After his mood stabilized a little, Song Qingzhu began to touch up his makeup in the mirror, but he couldn't hide his red eyes.

Weakly let go of it, simply ignore it.

It's better to accept something that can't be changed, isn't it?
As soon as he walked out the door, Song Qingzhu saw the man.

The man's face was full of anxiety.

"How did you know I was here?"

Looking at Song Qingzhu's expression, the man overlapped with Rong Junchu for a moment.

When did they become so alike?
"A little girl came out just now. I was looking for someone. She asked me if I was looking for a sister with long hair. She told me it was in the bathroom, and I came over."

little girl?
Song Qingzhu reached into the backpack, squeezed the bulging candy, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

The man looked at her red eyes, although he was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't ask anything.

Although there were many people at the banquet, the man brought Song Qingzhu to a secluded place, wanting to avoid the hustle and bustle outside.

But someone still rushed up blindly.

"Yo? Isn't this Song Qingzhu? Why did he appear here today?"

Song Qingzhu looked up and saw an extremely alluring face, even the clothes were extremely gorgeous.

It's Yuan Qin'er, the daughter of the Yuan Group.

Although the two of them didn't have any major conflicts, Song Qingzhu's impression of her was not very good.

Maybe people really need eye contact between people.

Facing the smell of gunpowder in Yuan Qin'er's words, Song Qingzhu didn't respond.

"Miss Song, can't you hear someone talking?" Yuan Qin'er raised her brows and was very angry at Song Qingzhu.

She will always be like that, and she won Rong Junchu's heart by virtue of this hypocritical appearance.

In what way is she, Yuan Qin'er, inferior to this woman who pretends to be from the beginning to the end?
But even if Rong Junchu had a baby with this woman, he didn't want to look at her.

Song Qingzhu raised his eyes slowly: "Miss Yuan, what's the matter?"

Yuan Qin'er shook the red wine glass in her hand. She also knew about the recent affairs of the Rong family, so she came here on purpose to mock her.

"Of course there is something to do, isn't it concerned about Miss Song?"

Song Qingzhu sneered: "I'm bothering Miss Yuan to worry about it, and making Miss Yuan bother."

Yuan Qin'er smiled slightly, with a variety of amorous feelings, which formed a sharp contrast with the elegant Song Qingzhu.

"Looking at Miss Song's downcast look, could it be that she was kicked out by the Rong family?"

Yuan Qin'er looked provocative, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances of so many years at this moment.

Song Qingzhu didn't answer, but just clenched his fist tightly.

Why...why are there always people who don't know what to do?
Seeing that Song Qingzhu didn't speak, Yuan Qin'er was even more proud.

"Looks like I guessed right."

The man finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up and stared at Yuan Qin'er, his sharp eyes were like a knife.

"I advise Miss Yuan Qin'er not to stretch her hand too far, and to care about other family's affairs."

Yuan Qin'er chuckled, she knew nothing about this mysterious man.

Judging from the relationship between him and Song Qingzhu, he should be Song Qingzhu's suitor.

"Yo, I didn't expect Miss Song to be really popular. She just left the Rong family, and now she's attached to another one. It really is a good way."

Song Qingzhu gritted his teeth tightly.

Yuan Qin'er spoke happily, saying whatever she had to say.

The man controlled his desire to strangle this talkative woman to death, and said, "Miss Yuan Qin'er respects herself."

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to speak to me in such a tone!"

Yuan Qin'er snorted coldly.

The Yuan family does have some strength in this city, and it is precisely because of the capital behind it that she has the confidence to speak like this.

But these capitals are not worth mentioning in the eyes of men, but Yuan Qin'er doesn't know anything.

The man still wanted to talk, but was gently held back by Song Qingzhu: "What are you fussing about with her?"

She also knew something about Yuan Qin'er and Rong Junchu, so she was not surprised by her behavior today.

Song Qingzhu raised his head, the corners of his mouth curved: "I'm done eating, can we go home now?"

The man looked at the untouched food on the table and nodded helplessly.

The two left the banquet arm in arm, leaving behind Yuan Qin'er stamping her feet angrily.

After the banquet, the evening breeze was blowing slowly, and Song Qingzhu's mind became more and more clear.