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

The dazzling white light made her squint her eyes. Song Qingzhu subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground could be heard in her ears. It wasn't until the car stopped that Song Qingzhu looked forward with a pale face and held the steering wheel with her knuckles. Pale, the fundus of the eyes is the fear that has not receded.

Almost, just a moment ago, her life was almost gone.

At this time, the door of another car opened and someone got out of the car.

"President, it's raining heavily outside, what do you have to come down for?" Assistant Xu persuaded helplessly, and hurried to get an umbrella again.

"I'll go and see if the other party is okay." The man's voice was gentle and worried.

Their voices were still clear through the sound of the rain, Song Qingzhu blinked, and saw the man walking towards her, and then stood by her car window.

"Are you okay, did you hit something?"

After being called by him, Song Qingzhu came to his senses, turned his head and bumped into a pair of deep tea-black eyes, his hair wet by the rain was messily scattered on his forehead, his handsome nose bridge, and fair skin appeared in the dark night. Especially eye-catching.

"I'm fine, thank you." Song Qingzhu smiled.

"Why don't I take you to the hospital, I see you are quite frightened like this." The man repeated.

Song Qingzhu shook his head and smiled, "I am a doctor myself, so you don't have to worry."

Hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, took out a business card and handed it to Song Qingzhu, "We are mainly responsible for today's matter, if you have any questions, please contact me."

Song Qingzhu took the business card from him, and the words "Jiang Jingzhi" came into view.

From what the assistant called him, he should also be the management of a certain company. Such a gentle and elegant businessman is different, unlike Rong Junchu...

Thinking of this, Song Qingzhu laughed at himself, only to realize that the other party had already left.

Song Qingzhu turned on the navigation and went directly to Shen Xiyan's residence.

Because Shen Xiyan was filming outside, only the nanny and aunt who usually cleaned the house in Linchuan City.

The nanny helped Song Qingzhu move things in, and there was already a bowl of ginger soup on the dining table.

"Miss said that it's raining in Linchuan City today. You must have something to do when you come back this evening, so let me cook ginger soup in advance and wait."

Song Qingzhu sat down and drank the bowl of ginger soup, lightly blinked away the wetness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Xiyan is the best for me."

Song Qingzhu took a shower and didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply took out the computer and changed Ye Tingfei's title song.

It was almost early morning after the words were changed, and the phone suddenly vibrated, and it turned out to be a message from Albert.

[Baby, I'm already on the plane, wait for me obediently. 】

Song Qingzhu frowned slightly, ignoring that harsh address.What did Albert come over suddenly?Don't you give up?

Unable to figure it out, she simply closed the computer and went to sleep.

That night, she slept very restlessly, and when she opened her eyes, she realized that she had only slept for three hours.

Song Qingzhu stretched his waist, and after getting up, he asked the nanny to send the car for maintenance, and then took a taxi to the hospital.

It was only seven o'clock when we arrived at the hospital, and there were only a few people. When passing by the emergency room, Song Qingzhu saw the man he met last night.

Could it be that something went wrong with him?

Song Qingzhu thought, curiosity drove her over.

"Did you crash somewhere yesterday?"

Jiang Jingzhi turned his head and found that it was her. He took another look at the white coat on her body and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be a doctor."

Song Qingzhu nodded, noticing that there was a dried blood stain on his forehead.

"Did it happen last night?"

Jiang Jingzhi nodded embarrassingly, "It's fine, but I don't have any disinfection tools at hand, so I came to the hospital to clean it up."

Song Qingzhu nodded, and said to the doctor who was about to debride Jiang Jingzhi's wound, "I know this person, leave it to me."

The doctor naturally had no opinion.

Song Qingzhu led Jiang Jingzhi to his own consultation room and performed debridement on him, "It's the first time I've seen such a kind-hearted CEO like you. I'm bleeding from a bump, and I still care about others."

Jiang Jingzhi coughed lightly in embarrassment, "After all, it was my assistant who made the mistake first."

"Okay." Song Qingzhu withdrew his hand, and gave him another pack of portable disinfectant swabs, "Just wipe it a few more times, and next time you care about yourself before caring for others."

Jiang Jingzhi listened with a smile on her face, and didn't think it was long-winded, and nodded her head to indicate that she had written it down.

"I don't know your name yet..."

"Song Qingzhu, I'll give you this pack of cotton swabs as compensation for my crashing your car yesterday." Song Qingzhu said with a smile.

She remembered that she hit a Porsche last night.

Seeing the way her eyebrows and eyes were bent, Jiang Jingzhi had the urge to reach out and rub her hair, and he smiled awkwardly after realizing it.

What's wrong with me? Is it because I haven't touched a woman for a long time?
"Thank you." Jiang Jingzhi took the cotton swab, turned around and said before walking out, "Jiang Jingzhi, my name."

Song Qingzhu nodded with a smile. It's rare to see such a big brother next door CEO.

After 07:30, the number of people in the hospital gradually increased, and Song Qingzhu also received an unexpected patient.

When Wu Yipeng entered, Song Qingzhu was taking the pulse of an old man, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the shadow at the door, his eyebrows twitched.

"Song Qingzhu, I'm here for consultation!"

Song Qingzhu glanced at Wu Yipeng inadvertently, his hands kept moving, "Please consciously stand at the door and wait for your number to be called."

Wu Yipeng calmed down for a while after what happened last time, but whenever he thought of kneeling down to this bitch, he would get angry.

The voice couldn't help being raised a bit, "Wait what, show me now, or believe it or not, I'll smash your clinic!"

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu raised his eyes to look at him, with a cold look in his eyes, and said with a smile on his lips, "Didn't the lesson from last time be enough?"

"you!"

"Go out and line up consciously!" Song Qingzhu said again, his voice already a little impatient.

Wu Yipeng's complexion changed, thinking of his father's words, his expression was uncertain, but he still walked out obediently.

Unexpectedly, he was so obedient, Song Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

It didn't take long to arrive at Wu Yipeng. He walked in and sat on the seat carelessly, "I've been suffering from insomnia recently, please prescribe some medicine for me."

"You don't want to commit suicide by taking medicine, do you?" Song Qingzhu said with a speechless face, not believing that he came to her for such a trivial matter, and felt that there was a pit ahead.

"You want to die! I came to see you because of your good medical skills. I'm wrong about what happened before, and I've already apologized. You can't keep holding on!"

Seeing that he had given in, Song Qingzhu felt even more suspicious.

"You can go to the neurosurgery department to prescribe sleep aid drugs, but don't come to me." Song Qingzhu refused.

Wu Yipeng became impatient, and patted the table, "Why don't you take it, why don't you just prescribe a sleeping pill, what's there to dawdle about?"

Hearing this, a trace of coldness flashed across Song Qingzhu's eyes, "Wu Yipeng, do you want me to prescribe sleeping pills for you so much to hurt me?"