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

According to the treatment plan, the afternoon is for rehabilitation training. Rong Junchu didn't do it during the few days of his business trip, so Song Qingzhu adjusted the progress.

On time and on time, patients with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder appeared.

"Today we will start from the last training..." Song Qingzhu explained, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"No, follow the original plan." Rong Junchu said.

Song Qingzhu paused and looked at him, "Okay then, let's start the next training program, but the premise is that your legs are strong enough to support, our previous training was interrupted for several days, are you really sure you can do it?" OK?"

"can."

Rong Junchu stood up with his hands on the handles of the wheelchair, and then moved to the equipment to prove that he could do it.

He stood there, his arms not shaking.

"Okay, try to put more weight on your legs."

Song Qingzhu nodded in satisfaction, without asking, he knew that he must have been exercising every day these days, and he had never relaxed at all.

What a terrible self-discipline!

Rong Junchu slowly exerted strength on his legs. This movement seemed simple, but it was very hard for him.

Beads of sweat soon oozed from his forehead.

His skin is fair, and the reason why he doesn't go outdoors often these years makes his skin a little sickly white. His cheeks and neck are soaked in sweat, and he looks like an ascetic male god.

Song Qingzhu's eyes widened.

"Ahem, that's good. Now control your left leg and lift it up. Don't force yourself, do what you can." Song Qingzhu coughed twice to divert his attention, and even turned his head to hide it, not wanting him to see it. When I came out, I saw him fascinated just now.

Rong Junchu tried his best to control his legs, he lifted his feet, landed on the ground, lifted his feet again, and landed again. Every movement almost exhausted his whole body's strength, causing the blue veins on the back of his hands to burst out.

Looking at his movements, Song Qingzhu's eyes were full of surprises: "Very good, very good, at this rate, you will be able to walk on the ground within two months."

The speed of his recovery was beyond her expectation.

two months?Rong Junchu paused for a moment, his raised foot did not land firmly, and he fell to the side.

Song Qingzhu hurried forward to hug him, but due to lack of strength, the two fell off the equipment and rolled to the ground.

The floor of this room has been specially treated and covered with floor glue, so you won't feel pain if you fall on it.

But being crushed by a man who is 1.9 meters tall and has a good figure, it feels different.

Song Qingzhu and the two of them were so close together that she could even hear his heartbeat and breath from the tip of his nose.Her body was stiff and she didn't dare to move. It was the first time she had such close contact with a man, and it was such a handsome man. It would be a lie for her not to be moved.

The two scorching gazes made her unable to breathe, Song Qingzhu hurriedly turned her face away, if this continues, she might not be able to control herself to do something irreversible.

She moved her hands and feet, and moved her body away.It's useless, I'm so crushed that I can't move at all, and the air in my lungs is almost dried up.

"Don't move." Rong Junchu said in a deep voice, putting his arms on both sides of her ears, putting distance between the two of them.

"Should I ask Butler Rong to come over?" Song Qingzhu didn't dare to look him in the eyes, tilted her head and gasped for breath. She didn't want to be the first rehabilitation trainer to be crushed to death.

"You really want to leave here?" Rong Junchu asked, as if trying to suppress something.

"Ah?" Song Qingzhu was full of doubts.

Rong Junchu looked at her fixedly: "You said that I will walk on the ground in two months, and you will leave in two months."

Song Qingzhu's heart tightened: "Our agreement is clearly written, I will leave when your leg is cured, I can't live here forever."

It was clearly an agreement made by himself, but now he has such a questioning tone, what does it mean?

Song Qingzhu felt a little wronged.

"But Yangyang likes you very much." Rong Junchu found the most appropriate reason.

"I know, I also like Yangyang very much, but this can't be confused, we all have our own lives, don't we? Oh, let's talk about it when we get up, it's crushing me!"

Song Qingzhu yelled, he must have done it on purpose, just now he was supporting the ground with his hands, how can she suppress all the weight of her whole body now, how can she, a weak woman, bear it.

"I can't move my legs." Rong Junchu flattened his arms.She looks slender, but very soft.I haven't touched a woman for many years, and my heart is lit up with flames.

"You were able to leave just now..."

Song Qingzhu wanted to cry but had no tears. She was just stating the facts and she would be able to leave in two months. How did she offend him?

"After my leg is healed, you can come here anytime...to see Yangyang." Rong Junchu said with a very serious expression.

"Okay, get up first, I really can't breathe!"

Rong Junchu was satisfied, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, he moved his hands on the ground, and turned his body and legs to one side.

Song Qingzhu was lying on the ground gasping for breath, the weight on his body was gone all of a sudden, it felt so good to be alive.

"Jiuye, Miss Song, what's the matter with you?" The housekeeper Rong who was passing by heard a noise in the room, opened the door and saw two people lying on the ground, he couldn't help asking in surprise.

"It's okay." Rong Jun raised his hand at the first moment, butler Rong hurried over to help him sit in the wheelchair.

Song Qingzhu stood up, his cheeks were as red as blood.Thinking of the conversation between the two just now, there is an indescribable feeling.

"Miss Song, why is your face so red?"

With a flushed face, and the fact that she and Master Jiu were lying on the ground when he opened the door just now, it was hard not to let him think of some restricted-rated scenes.

"It's okay." Song Qingzhu turned his head, touching his cheeks with hot hands, he shouldn't be able to look at them.

"It's good that you're fine. I'm going to go on an outing with the young master this weekend, but please take care of yourself and don't get sick." Butler Rong kindly reminded him.

Song Qingzhu hehe in his heart, she was really sold to them, after spending time with the older ones and the younger ones.

Back in the room to prepare the fumigation herbs for tonight, the phone rang.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Lian Rong?" A polite female voice came from the phone.

"Yes, who are you?" Song Qingzhu thinks that entertainment reporters and paparazzi are all pervasive nowadays, and even her mobile phone number can be found, which is really scary.

"I'm Mr. Jiang's assistant. Mr. Jiang wants to meet with you. When do you have time?"

"Mr. Jiang?" Song Qingzhu was suspicious. She didn't remember who she knew about Mr. Jiang, except Jiang Jingzhi.But if Jiang Jingzhi wants to see her, he can just call her directly, there is no need to ask a secretary to come and make an appointment.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang accidentally listened to the song you created, and he has a lot of feelings. I want to talk to you about the creation experience. Do you have time this weekend?"

Song Qingzhu heard that it wasn't a reporter who wanted to interview her, but that Mr. Jiang wanted to talk to her about his creative experience. From what his assistant said, he might also be a composer.

For some reason, Song Qingzhu was a little more curious about Mr. Jiang, whom he had never met.

"This weekend..." I'm going on an outing with Rong Jingchen this weekend, if I release that kid, I might be hated for the rest of my life. "I have arrangements for the weekend, other times are fine."

"Okay, can you do it next Monday? Mr. Jiang will leave Linchuan on Monday night. I want to see you before leaving. Please be sure to come on time."

"Okay." Song Qingzhu agreed.

"I will send the address and time to your mobile phone later, please go to the appointment alone, goodbye." The assistant hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Song Qingzhu looked at the phone with a smile on his lips. This Mr. Jiang was quite mysterious.

Could he be the original author of that song?

When this wonderful idea came to his mind, Song Qingzhu's whole body was excited.