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

Rong Junchu's tone was a little self-deprecating.

Song Qingzhu couldn't express any feelings in his heart, and looked up at Rong Junchu steadfastly.

"Trust me, I will definitely heal your leg."

He should be such a proud man, and he shouldn't be dragged down by these legs.

"Well, I believe you." There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Rong Junchu couldn't help but hook his lips.

Song Qingzhu was stunned, and quickly buried himself in his meal.

After eating, Song Qingzhu cleaned up the dinner plate and was about to go back to the room, but was stopped by Rong Junchu.

"Come with me to the study."

"what?"

Song Qingzhu looked puzzled, and followed Rong Junchu into the study.

There was a nice smell of incense burning in the study room, which was the same as Rong Junchu's usual smell.

"come over."

Song Qingzhu walked to the computer, and on the screen was Dean Chen's figure.

"Is this surveillance?" Song Qingzhu asked.

"Well, Song Shiyu was going to destroy this surveillance, but my people intercepted it."

Hearing this, a trace of coldness flashed across Song Qingzhu's eyes.

In the video, Song Shiyu walked into the dean's office, no need to watch it anymore, Song Qingzhu already understood it in his heart.

When Dean Chen reminded her to pay attention to the people around her that day, she thought of Song Shiyu, and now it just confirmed her guess. She never thought that Song Shiyu would be so unscrupulous in order to deal with her.

"Thank you, I..."

"Ok?"

Song Qingzhu suddenly thought, if Rong Junchu was really just to buy the hospital, he didn't need to come forward at all, even the timing was so coincidental, so he was helping her?
"What's the matter?" Seeing that she was silent, Rong Junchu asked again.

Song Qingzhu raised his eyes and just bumped into a pair of deep eyes. The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

"Did you show up in the hospital that day to help me?"

Song Qingzhu only felt his face was slightly hot, and looked away unnaturally.

"What do you think?" He asked lightly, "Or, if it's me, not me, what are you going to do?"

His words made Song Qingzhu speechless for a moment.

This is it, if it is not, it is not, what else can it do?This man is so talkative.

The man's expression was light and his eyes were deep, making it impossible to see his emotions, but Song Qingzhu's heart beat uncontrollably and quickly, and he had to admit that no matter how many times, this face in front of him was damn charming!

Song Qingzhu shook his head and put aside the thoughts in his heart, "Whether it is or not, I will thank you and treat you to dinner some other day!"

Song Qingzhu laughed dryly, not daring to look into Rong Junchu's eyes anymore, got up from the chair in a panic and walked out.

Behind him, Rong Junchu had a faint smile in his eyes.

Song Qingzhu returned to the room after taking a shower and felt quite refreshed. She suddenly remembered what Rong Jingchen said not long ago, "That's because you don't know my uncle."

Thinking about it now, who really educated what kind of children.

Song Qingzhu thought about it, but felt drowsy, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Woke up early the next morning, walked to the living room after washing, only to find no one else was there.

"Miss Song has woken up, just in time for breakfast." Butler Rong greeted Song Qingzhu to sit down.

Song Qingzhu greeted and asked, "Where are Rong Junchu and Rong Jingchen?"

"Master Jiu went to the company ahead of schedule, and the young master also went to school."

Only then did Song Qingzhu remember that Rong Jingchen had asked for leave yesterday to go shopping with her.

Butler Rong brought the breakfast and said with a smile, "Early in the morning, Master Jiu sent someone to pick me up, saying that Ms. Song can't cook alone, so let me come back early to take care of you."

Song Qingzhu, who was eating breakfast, choked suddenly when he heard this. When did Rong Junchu be so kind?

"It's okay, I can also go out to buy food."

"Master Jiu said that those outside are not healthy."

Song Qingzhu paused, buried his head in his meal and remained silent.

Lin You was already waiting outside, and Song Qingzhu followed him to the hospital after breakfast.

Because of Rong Junchu, Song Qingzhu is now the favorite of the First Hospital.There are quite a few registrations in the all-round outpatient clinic where she attends the consultation, and other consultation rooms are much quieter.

Song Qingzhu, on the other hand, was busy from morning to get off work time, and even took a hasty lunch. There was no way, there were too many patients, and she didn't want to let people run away for nothing, so she could only squeeze her time.

Rong Junchu heard the news from nowhere, and turned Song Qingzhu's outpatient clinic into an appointment number for experts, with a limited number of consultations per day.

When Song Qingzhu asked about this matter, his answer was, "You should spend more time and energy on treating my legs."

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu pouted, but didn't say anything.She is also happy to be at home, so that she has more time to do her own things.

Tomorrow is the weekend, Song Qingzhu thought of the previous invitation to the art exhibition, knocked on the door and entered the study.

"Well, I have something to do tomorrow, so there's no need for Lin You to send me off."

"Xiao Qingqing, you won't play with me tomorrow!" Rong Jingchen, who was doing homework on the side, was full of disappointment and pouted.

"Well, I have something to do tomorrow morning, come back early, and I can play with you in the afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll follow uncle tomorrow." Rong Jingchen reluctantly said.

……

The next day, Song Qingzhu went out wearing ordinary clothes as usual. When she arrived at the cultural and sports center, she changed into her clothes and went in with a mask on.

There are still differences between domestic art exhibitions and foreign ones. Foreign countries are more about the interweaving of fantasy and realism, while domestic ones are more popular about ink painting.

The galleries are simply furnished, with lights on intertwined white walls and a painting on each wall.

Song Qingzhu walked in, and was soon attracted by a landscape painting.

"The pen is sharp and vigorous, the water waves are agile, and the mountain seems to be blocked by fog. I didn't expect such an exquisite painting to appear in the Linchuan City Art Exhibition." Song Qingzhu said to himself.

There was a soft hum from behind, and Song Qingzhu turned around to see an old man with a little white beard.

"Young people are superficial viewers, and their understanding of these paintings is nothing more than these few sentences."

Song Qingzhu frowned slightly. She didn't seem to have seen this white-bearded grandfather in her impression. Why did she talk to her in a weird way, but many artists have weird tempers and can understand.

So she thought about it and asked curiously, "Then how do you understand it?"

The old man took a step forward, pointed to the lonely boat in the painting and said, "The artistic conception in this painting is actually to express the painter's mood of traveling in mountains and rivers."

Song Qingzhu smiled politely, and retorted, "I don't think so. The scene of this painting seems to be covered by clouds and fog, which shows that the painter's heart is confused. The lonely boatman is actually to express his loneliness. I think this painting is more like a painting. Made by an aged painter."

Song Qingzhu was talking to himself, not noticing a glimmer of light in the old man's eyes.

"Hmph, you can talk nonsense! It's clearly what I mean!"

Song Qingzhu was a little helpless, it was common to have conflicting opinions, but she didn't want to continue arguing with an old man, so she wanted to look at other paintings, and as soon as she turned around, she found a familiar figure not far away.