The green camphor tree has a deep view

Fang Ziming was a little embarrassed for a moment, touched his nose, and laughed dryly: "Okay, I won't provoke her."

"But she is very different now. When she asked me for the ticket, she blushed before she even opened her mouth, and acted as if she didn't want to ask anyone for anything. But after just a few days, she has become completely obedient to you, like a little lover. What tricks did you use?"

The door of the box was not closed, and the words "little lover" were heard at the door by Wen Qing.

She came out of the bathroom, walking quickly with her head down, afraid of being bumped into. She finally reached the door of the box and was about to push it open when she heard Fang Ziming's words.

She paused, unable to move any further.

"You also said it, she's just a little lover, is it worth me to use any means on her?" A familiar cold voice came from the box, and the words were like a knife, breaking through the air.

"That's right. You probably won't want to part with a little white flower that breaks when you squeeze it." Fang Ziming stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "Besides, a forced melon is not sweet. With your conditions, you can find any girl. There's no need to force her."

"Whether the melon is sweet or not has nothing to do with how it was twisted off." Song Jingshen smiled faintly, "I don't care about the process, what counts is what I eat."

"What do you mean?" Fang Ziming looked surprised. "Are you really that tough? You have Gu Jia above you and celebrities below you, and you still want to embarrass a poor and powerless girl. Do you really need to do that?"

"I have to get the person I like first." Song Jingshen changed the subject, "Don't you know whether those women are just for show?"

Fang Ziming choked and said dryly, "What about Gu's company? Does the engagement still count?"

"Business marriage has nothing to do with the woman I want."

"Why is it okay? With Gu Jia's temper, there's no guarantee that she won't take action against your little lover."

"Since she follows me, I won't let anything happen to her." Song Jingshen's voice was low and cold.

"Haha, do you think the whole Gu family is a bunch of good-for-nothings who would watch you, a wealthy son-in-law, fly away?" Fang Ziming chuckled, "Even if Gu Jia fooled him, Gu Huaibang is not someone you can easily mess with. You'd better be careful."

"I understand." Song Jingshen nodded and looked at Fang Ziming, "So, for now, I can only bring her to your place for dinner. I'm worried about other places."

"What?" Fang Ziming was shocked by his train of thought. "This is not a paradise. Gu's spies are everywhere. Don't think I can protect you."

"No matter how powerful the Gu family is, they dare not disobey your rules." Song Jingshen said, "Even if they take pictures of us here, no one dares to use it as evidence."

"That's true." Fang Ziming admitted this, but the others disagreed. "But you two can't stay here forever. What if they target you once you leave? If they send out the secretly taken photos, do you still want the overall situation of the Gu-Song marriage, and do you still want the business interests of the two families?"

"The lifeblood of the Song family will not always be tied to the Gu family." Song Jingshen said in a low voice, "All this has nothing to do with who I like, so don't mention it again."

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it. Even a hero can be tempted by beautiful women, so you'd better take care of yourself." Having said this, Fang Ziming patted his butt, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Ziming." Song Jingshen called him.

Fang Ziming was stunned and stopped immediately.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Jingshen seldom called him like this. He was not used to this solemn tone.

"What's wrong?" He tilted his head and asked with a frown.

"Before you get rid of Gu's, cooperate with me to protect Wen Qing." Song Jingshen stared at his back and said word by word, "I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Fang Ziming didn't look back, but smiled faintly: "I won't ruin your good deeds, but I won't sacrifice myself to save you either. You should protect your own woman yourself, you can't rely on others."

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the box. When he opened the door, he saw Wen Qing standing opposite him.

She seemed to be startled, a blush appeared on her fair cheeks, and she stood there gracefully, like a delicate flower just out of water.

Fang Ziming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood Song Jingshen's madness.

There is never a shortage of beautiful women around them, but not many of them have clean temperaments.

Wen Qing is not only clean, but also cool, with a slight sense of brokenness, which makes people feel pity for her and want to protect her.

"Miss Wen, why aren't you coming in yet?" Fang Ziming smiled and turned aside like a gentleman to make way for her.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and was about to step in, but suddenly stopped and looked up at Fang Ziming:

"Mr. Fang, I am not Mr. Song's lover, and there is no financial relationship between him and me. You don't have to help him protect me."

"What did you say?"

"To Mr. Song, I am just a small episode. He will soon return to his original life track."

She looked at him with a frank look in her eyes: "I can't get into his circle, and my understanding of him will only remain superficial. You don't have to take this matter to heart."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the door and entered the box, leaving Fang Ziming with a beautiful back view.

Is she rejecting him?

He had promised her huge profits to lure her into spying on Song Jingshen's business secrets.

But after she really got close to Song Jingshen, she rejected him in person.

Could it be that she approached Song Jingshen because of the huge profits he promised?

Fang Ziming looked at the closed door of the box and fell into deep thought.

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In the box, as soon as Wen Qing entered the door, Song Jingshen pulled her over to sit on his lap, with his arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

"The door is not closed tightly." Wen Qing stood up shyly and went to close the door.

"Except Fang Lao Er, no one dares to come in." Song Jingshen held her down, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and sniffed her body deeply.

"You have body odor, did you know that?" His voice was low and hoarse, and his heavy breathing sprayed on her neck.

It was so hot that she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

The man chuckled: "You're so sensitive, have you really never had a boyfriend?"

Wen Qing blushed and replied, "Whether we've talked about it or not, Mr. Song still doesn't know?"

"That's right. After you've been with me, you won't look down on other men." Song Jingshen lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, enjoying her uncontrollable youthful trembling.

"I won't fall in love during the time I'm with you." Wen Qing shrank her neck and spoke in a soft voice.

"Being with me is not considered a relationship?" The man raised his head and frowned at her. "We have slept together. If it is not a relationship of love or money, then what is it? A ridiculous episode?"

Wen Qing's head buzzed and her body froze.

Did he hear it all?

Then, could he have also heard about the deal she had made with Fang Ziming?

"I... that's not what I meant." Wen Qing tried to explain, "What I meant was that I won't betray you, let alone pester you. You can terminate our relationship at any time, and it won't cause you any trouble."

Song Jingshen looked at her with a gloomy brow and an indescribable dissatisfaction in his heart.

She kept saying that she wouldn't cause him any trouble.

The meaning behind her is clear:

She could leave him at any time without any nostalgia, as if this relationship had never happened.

The dishes on the table were still steaming, and Song Jingshen suddenly found it funny.

He had just picked up some food and served her soup, and later he would take her for a physical examination and for her to take medicine.

He was only thinking about raising her well, making her depend on him, obey him, and accompany him.

But what about her?

Like a cat that can't be tamed, she always wants to clarify and leave, and has nothing to do with him.

She even considered her ability to leave at any time as an advantage and confessed this to him, so that he could rest assured.

But the more she did this, the more unwilling he became.