The green camphor tree has a deep view

The summer in Jiangcheng is exceptionally long, and it becomes slightly cooler only around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

A cool breeze blew into the car, and Song Jingshen felt that the heat in his body was relieved a lot.

It would be so nice to drive home alone on a hot day, but his grandmother insisted that he take his stepmother Zhou Wen's niece with him, and also reminded him that "girls are afraid of the cold, so don't turn on the air conditioner in the car."

He glanced at the rearview mirror - humph, afraid of the cold? How come someone who is afraid of the cold is wearing less than him who is afraid of the heat?

The girl in the rearview mirror has long hair, fair skin and a good temperament, but when you look down, it's not the same thing.

A dark red square box stretched across her thighs, barely covering her body, but other than that she seemed to be wearing nothing on her lower body!

But in fact, she really wore it - she wore a short skirt, the hem of which could not cover half of her thighs, and when she sat down, it was as if she was not wearing anything.

Song Jingshen glanced at the rearview mirror again, thinking that the leg shape was quite good, when he suddenly found a small hand hidden beside the leg moving quietly.

What is that? He looked closely and saw that the girl had secretly grabbed the hem of her skirt and was pulling it down with all her strength.

"Can you pull it long enough?" A man in front of me chuckled. "Don't pull it too far, or else people will misunderstand you."

Wen Qing's face turned red with embarrassment. She turned her head to look out the car window, her hands frozen beside her thighs and no longer moving.

Song Jingshen withdrew his gaze with a half smile, but his thoughts drifted to the erotic scene just now because of her covered thighs.

Auditorium F. Center stage.

Wen Qing wore a short suspender skirt and stretched out her two long white legs, raising, lowering, and bending them to the music... Her waist was as soft as a snake, and she twisted her waist and slapped her hips, then knelt down and rose and fell, with alluring postures.

Song Jingshen raised his eyebrows slightly.

I didn't expect that the legendary female academic genius could dance so well in striptease. It's a pity that the expression on her face was a little shy, which was quite inconsistent with her unrestrained dance moves.

However, her appearance had a different flavor in the eyes of men.

Song Jingshen glanced at the rearview mirror again - ever since she got in his car, she had been sitting quietly all the way, as if she had been acupunctured. Just now, when he said something sarcastic, her eyes immediately turned red - just like a rabbit.

Wen Qing, who was mistaken for a rabbit, was filled with remorse at the moment - a good weekend was disrupted by a phone call from her aunt.

"The old lady's birthday party is tonight." Zhou Wen's voice was elegant, with an unquestionable momentum, "It just so happens that Jing Shen is at F to discuss the project, you can take his car."

Jing Shen was the one driving the car. Thinking of the scene when she met him, Wen Qing regretted not finding a reason to turn down her aunt's invitation.

Halfway through the girl group dance rehearsal, Wen Qing suddenly noticed a strange face sitting in the front row, and the people around her said they didn't know him.

In order to prevent the program from being leaked, the stage had just been cleared before the rehearsal. How come someone came in for no reason and no one cared?

Wen Qing was wondering when she heard the dance teacher shouting "Do it again", so she turned around and continued to move.

After finally finishing the dance, Wen Qing walked off the stage sweating profusely and planned to go backstage to clean up.

"Are you Wen Qing? Pack up and come with me." A deep voice sounded behind him.

Wen Qing turned around in surprise and saw that the man who had been sitting in the front row was now standing by the side curtain. The light from the stage shone from behind him, outlining his tall and strong silhouette.

"How do you know my name?" Wen Qing asked in surprise.

"Gu Huaiyuan said you were rehearsing and asked me to wait for you here." The man raised his wrist to check his watch. "How long will it take?"

Wen Qing quickly searched in her mind for the male teachers and students around Professor Gu, but there didn't seem to be such a person, so she didn't dare to follow him for a moment.

The man raised his thin lips and smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I'm Song Jingshen, not a human trafficker."

Wen Qing went backstage, wiped the sweat off her face hastily, picked up the gift box, and was about to follow him, but when she looked down at her clothes, she hesitated again - it was always inappropriate for a female student in scantily clad clothes to be picked up by a man in public.

"I want to go back to the dormitory and change clothes..." Wen Qing said.

"There is a sweatshirt in the car, you can wear it." The man looked at his watch again, said impatiently, and strode out of the auditorium.

Wen Qing felt a surge of regret in her heart - she had forgotten the long skirt she had prepared in the dormitory, and this man was unwilling to wait for her to change clothes...

She thought she was unlucky and got into the car, and found a well-packaged sweatshirt lying on the back seat. She opened the package, picked up the collar of the sweatshirt, and carefully put it on.

Fortunately, this sweatshirt is large enough to cover the suspenders on the upper body, but when paired with the short skirt, it creates a "missing bottom" effect.

Wen Qing felt ashamed and powerless as she dressed like this on her first visit to someone's home.

She looked down at the ginseng on her legs, then looked at herself with "missing lower body clothes", and a bitter smile appeared on her lips - it seemed that the ginseng was the protagonist of today, and she was more like a bundled product.

"What are you laughing at?" In the rearview mirror, the man glanced at her quickly with sharp eyes.

"Nothing to laugh at..." Wen Qing said softly.

The man looked away and said sarcastically, "When you smile, you look more like Zhou Wen."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and her face turned red.

My aunt Zhou Wen was born beautiful, and she looked like my aunt, so naturally she was not much different. But she hated this beauty!

My aunt has a very bad reputation - she followed a rich man named Song when she was eighteen or nineteen and became his mistress, who was not allowed to be seen in public. She even had a son but he was still not married...and because of this similar face, she was talked about behind her back by people.

It was not until five years ago when the rich businessman’s wife passed away that my aunt and her son were taken in by the Song family, but the identity of “Mrs. Song” should still not be…

It is said that the Song family has properties all over the place, but their old house is in Jiangcheng. On the day she was admitted to F University, Wen Qing received a call from her aunt, asking her to come to Jiangcheng and visit her home, and to visit her often in the future to take care of her.

This made grandma very excited. She dug out a thick savings from under her quilt, exchanged it for a wild ginseng, and sent it all the way to the Song family...

As I was daydreaming, the car smoothly turned a few corners and slowly stopped in front of a large house. The house was four or five stories high and dark in color. The front yard was planted with tall trees, and in the corner there was a pond and some rocks.

Wen Qing got off the bus and stood still. She was confused about her direction for a moment and looked around with the box in her hand. Song Jingshen stood behind her, looking at her silently, and always felt that something was wrong.

The sweatshirt was too big for her, covering her waist and chest completely, leaving only a pair of long legs worth looking at. However, the owner of those legs did not know how to show mercy, and allowed the edges of the box to hit her calves, again and again.

He was too lazy to look at her again, and took a few steps into the front yard and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Wen Qing wanted to follow him, but before she took a few steps, the gift box in her hand was taken away by the butler.

"Miss Wen, thank you for your hard work. Please come in." The middle-aged butler said politely.

"Thank you." After letting go of the gift box, Wen Qing felt relieved. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

The housekeeper's eyes immediately stayed on her face and could not be moved away.

The girl had skin whiter than snow, features like a painting, and her smile was as beautiful as a blooming lotus, extremely beautiful.

Even though the butler was used to seeing daughters of wealthy families, he was still stunned by her beauty and was unable to recover for a moment.

"Butler Yu!" Song Jingshen stopped on the steps of the gate and reminded, "Miss Wen is new here, so please be careful and don't let the one in the East House get any handle on her."

"Of course, of course!" The housekeeper came to his senses and responded repeatedly, then turned to Wen Qing and said, "Miss Wen, please follow me. Old Madam Song is waiting for you in the East House."