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

Rong Junchu had no choice but to turn his body slightly.

Song Qingzhu carried the suitcase and opened the door.

Four eyes facing each other.

"Get out of the way!" Song Qingzhu looked at Yuan Qin'er.

Yuan Qin'er looked down at the box in Song Qingzhu's hand, and understood what was going on. The corner of her mouth bent into an incredible arc, and Song Qingzhu walked out.

Rong Junchu inside the door yelled: "Song Qingzhu, if you dare to go out today, don't come back in the future!"

Rong Junchu's head was buried in the crook of his arms, and his eye sockets were suddenly wet.

He knew that Song Qingzhu had always had a hurdle in his heart, that was when he was in the hospital that day.

No mother can bear to be questioned at that time.

"Jun Chu, let's go out." Yuan Qin'er walked in and gently took Rong Junchu's arm.

Rong Junchu shook it off coldly: "I'm full, and I have to go to work in the company, so eat slowly."

Looking at Rong Junchu's cold face, Yuan Qin'er slightly hooked her lips, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became stronger and stronger.

Don't accept her, right?

One day, she will let Rong Junchu personally beg her to come in.

On the cold street, Song Qingzhu dragged a huge suitcase and walked alone.

The recent events flashed through her mind like a movie.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to do so, she just felt that she had only one choice.

A soreness spread in the bottom of my heart.

Rong Junchu felt uncomfortable in his heart. Thinking of the disappointment in Song Qingzhu's eyes when he left just now, he felt a headache and his heart was in a mess.

The matter between the two of them has not been resolved clearly, so why did Yuan Qin'er get involved?
"Come here." Rong Junchu knocked on the table, and the secretary outside came in immediately.

"Mr. Rong, what are your orders?" the secretary asked respectfully.

"Keep an eye on Song Qingzhu, and that man." Rong Junchu handed over the man's photo, "If there is anything wrong, you must let me know as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The secretary backed out.

Rong Junchu, who seldom smoked, lit the cigarette in his hand slowly and methodically. The cloud and mist lingered, and the smell of cigarette soon filled the whole office.

Choking, sour, just like his current state of mind.

Yuan Qin'er went home dejectedly, and pushed open the heavy anti-theft door.

Throwing the bag into the air casually, the pink bag drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed in the fish tank on the coffee table with a thud.

The shocking fish landed on the woody floor without exception, struggling helplessly.

She glanced at it lightly, ignored it, and walked leisurely to the center of the living room.

Aiming at the balcony, he slowly raised his left foot, and threw off the high heels on his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the high-heeled shoes on the right foot disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, my little baby is back, why are you so downcast? Who bullied you?"

Yuan Yan took off his presbyopic glasses and looked at Yuan Qin'er who didn't smile at all.

For most of his life, he only had such a daughter. Naturally, he doted on her very much, so he spoiled her temperament to the point of lawlessness.

"dad……"

Yuan Qin'er stared blankly at the ceiling: "What if I want to marry into the Rong family?"

"The Rong family?"

Yuan Yan couldn't believe his ears.

The image of Rong Junchu suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although I haven't seen him for many years, that kid has been good-looking since he was a child, and he should be even more heroic now.

Otherwise, Yuan Qin'er, whose eyes were above her head, couldn't be lost in such a state of despair.

"Yes, I want to marry Rong Junchu!" Yuan Qin'er said firmly.

At all costs, she must enter Rong's house.

So what if Rong Junchu likes Song Qingzhu, Lu Xiaoman is on her side.

From this point of view, she and Song Qingzhu should be regarded as evenly matched.

"Yo yo, the girl has grown up, and the girl is not allowed to stay." Yuan Yan came to Yuan Qin'er tremblingly.

"dad……"

Embarrassed by Yuan Yan's words, Yuan Qin'er looked shy: "You just say you can help me?"

"Help, how can I not help you? You are my baby girl."

Yuan Yan patted his thigh: "Don't worry, Dad will arrange this matter for you."

"But..." Yuan Qin'er looked troubled. "Brother Junchu hasn't divorced yet..."

"What's so difficult about it? With Dad's help, you just wait quietly for the good news."

"Really?" Yuan Qin'er knelt up excitedly from the sofa.

"Of course it's true." Yuan Yan stroked Yuan Qin'er's hair, just such a precious daughter, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, she would find a way to pick them for her.

"However, there is something I can say earlier. I heard that Rong Junchu already has a son. Are you willing to do that?"

Yuan Yan didn't want his precious daughter to be a babysitter for someone else after marrying her.

"Hmph." Yuan Qin'er picked up the fruit plate on the tea table and ate it with great enthusiasm. "Song Qingzhu should take that child away? I, Yuan Qin'er, will not bring her a child for Song Qingzhu."

"OK."

At this moment, Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu still don't know that they are about to fall into a huge conspiracy.

The man knew that Song Qingzhu was going to Rong Junchu's house today, and he was always worried. However, Song Qingzhu refused him to go with him, and he had been nervous all morning.

He was too worried, and in desperation, he had no choice but to call Song Qingzhu.

"Qingzhu, how are you doing?"

Hearing the sound of "Qingzhu", Song Qingzhu was in a daze, that's what he called her too.

From now on, I probably won't hear it again.

"I took out the things and I'm going back to the hotel." Song Qingzhu's voice was flat, she was not interested in anything now.

"I have a party tomorrow, do you want to come and play together?" the man invited.

Like Song Qingzhu, the most taboo thing is to be alone.

"Forget it, I won't go, you guys take your time." Song Qingzhu just wanted to be alone now.

She urgently needs a quiet place now, quiet enough for her to avoid all the disturbing things in this world.

All the sounds sounded so noisy to her, and even the whispers of passers-by on the street made her feel that they were mocking herself.

"Okay, then you can stay alone at ease. I put a card inside your clothes, and the password is your birthday." The man reminded.

Song Qingzhu's heart sank when he heard these words.

On the surface, this man said that he wanted to help her treat her easily, but his step-by-step approach created a gap between her and Rong Junchu, and now he directly gave the card, saying it was her birthday.

Song Qingzhu frowned, grabbed the man by the collar, "Say, what is your purpose!"

"No purpose."

The man curled his lips into a smile, but that face was extremely provocative, but this made Song Qingzhu feel sick, and she directly left the man behind.

However, the man chased after him: "I'll wait for you to divorce Rong Junchu!"