The green camphor tree has a deep view

After she finished speaking, Wen Qing felt like she couldn't breathe, as if the air around her had become thinner.

The man opposite sat indifferently, with extremely low air pressure around him, like the calm before a storm, hidden and silent.

"What will you do if you get pregnant? Have an abortion?" he asked in a deep voice, anger in his voice.

"Do you know how many women want to have children for me?" Song Jingshen leaned forward, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Your worries are unnecessary." Song Jingshen continued, "I still remember how my mother died. From the day she knew Zhou Wen was pregnant, her spirit collapsed. After Jing Long, she became seriously ill and there was no way to save her."

"Do you think I will make the same mistake again?"

"Even if I wanted a child, I would never look for you."

Wen Qing felt a chill down her spine and shuddered.

What he meant was that he wouldn't get her pregnant on purpose.

Even if she gets pregnant, she won't be allowed to give birth.

However, at least on the point of "not getting pregnant", they both agree.

This is enough.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and said softly, "I understand. I will be prepared to avoid anything that shouldn't happen."

"Mr. Song, can we go to the hospital? I need to take medicine today."

Song Jingshen glanced at her, raised his chin and pointed at the big bowl in front of her: "Finish your noodles before you go."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing and lowered her head to eat noodles.

The two of them ate their own food, and the unpleasantness that had just occurred was soon replaced by a superficially harmonious atmosphere.

The light enveloped the dining table, and the girl opposite was eating noodles quietly. This scene felt familiar to Song Jingshen.

It was very similar to the scene on the eve of her grandmother's funeral, when she took Jing Long to stay at Guangyu's.

That night, she carefully cooked a pot of pork chop noodles. After the noodles were served on the table, she led Jing Long to eat the noodles peacefully, as if nothing else mattered.

The scene was so warm and comfortable that he could never forget it.

He really wanted to pull her back to Guangyu and repeat the scene of that day endlessly.

He had imagined many times that if she cooked seafood, he would pair it with a Riesling, and if she stewed beef, he would bring a bottle of vintage red wine. He wanted to see how she looked after drinking, which must be very beautiful and touching.

"Do you like drinking?" he asked suddenly.

Wen Qing raised her head and looked at him doubtfully: "I don't drink."

"Well, learn to drink some wine in the future." The man stared at her face and said faintly, "After drinking, some postures won't be so painful."

Wen Qing: “…”

At this time, the waiter's voice came from outside the door. The volume was not loud, but the words were clear and audible.

"Mr. Song, Boss Fang asked me to tell you that Miss Gu Jia from Gu Group just came into the store. I heard that you are here too and might come over. Do you want to... leave later?"

"Bang--"

The white porcelain spoon fell into the soup bowl with a crisp sound.

Wen Qing's face turned pale and she stood up hurriedly.

"I'm going to go out and hide for a while."

"Go after you finish eating." Song Jingshen called her, with impatience showing between his brows.

But how could Wen Qing eat that?

She took one look at the bowl of noodles and simply picked it up to take away.

"Then I'll go eat outside."

After saying that, she picked up the bowl and walked towards the side door. Her movements were a little hasty and she knocked the chair behind her over.

"careful!"

Song Jingshen stood up and was about to stop him when he heard an elegant and proud female voice coming from outside the door.

“Who did Brother Jingshen bring?”

"I'm sorry, Miss Gu. I don't know her." The waiter answered tremblingly.

"You can always tell the difference between a man and a woman."

"It's a lady."

Gu Jia frowned, looking very unwilling:

"Then I want to see who she is. She is the first one that Brother Jingshen brought here."

"Ms. Gu, Mr. Song said he doesn't want to be disturbed."

The waiter stopped him as usual.

"Is it considered disturbing if my fiancée visits him?" Gu Jia said arrogantly, "Can't I have dinner with him?"

Seeing that the obstruction was ineffective, the waiter politely made way and reminded:

"Then please knock on the door first. After all, Mr. Song has given instructions, and we can't afford to blame you."

Gu Jia snorted softly, raised her head, stretched out her jeweled fingers, tapped on the door lightly, and quickly pushed it open.

The door of the box opened immediately, revealing the interior.

Gu Jia narrowed her eyes, a little bit unable to believe it.

Song Jingshen sat upright in a high-back chair beside the eight-immortal table in the middle of the box.

When he heard her come in, he didn't even turn his head, leaving her with only his tall and straight back.

“Brother Jingshen.”

Gu Jia approached him and sat beside him like a little bird. She glanced around the room but didn't see a single person.

"Why are you here?" Song Jingshen asked in a calm tone, as if he was not surprised.

"The young master of the Yin family is having a birthday party today, and his girlfriend asked me to come over and sit down and get to know her."

"The young master of the Yin family, is he Yin Xiaocheng?" Song Jingshen asked.

"That's him. I've only heard of him before, but I don't know him. I only know that he was admitted to the Electronics Department of F University based on his own ability. He is considered the most promising one in their Yin family."

"Well." Song Jingshen pondered for a moment and continued to ask, "How do you know his girlfriend?"

"What a coincidence! Lin Lele and I know each other. Yin Xiaoxiao introduced us to each other."

At this time, the waiter brought in a set of tableware and placed it carefully in front of Gu Jia.

Gu Jia casually ordered: "Make another pot of tea, I want the top-grade Biluochun."

It looked like she didn't want to leave.

Song Jingshen raised his head and looked towards the side door calmly.

I wonder if the girl behind the door is full or not, or if she would like a cup of hot tea.

He raised his wrist to check his watch and asked, "Aren't you going to celebrate their birthday with them?"

"Everyone hasn't arrived yet. When everyone is here, Lin Lele will come to call me."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cute female voice came from outside the door.

"Senior Gu Jia, are you in there?"

"Yes. Come in." Gu Jia said with a sense of superiority.

The door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a round face with big eyes, small mouth, straight nose, and short straight black hair came in. It was Lin Lele.

"Le Le, come, sit for a while." Gu Jia pointed to the chair where Wen Qing had sat and greeted her with a smile.

Lin Lele looked at Gu Jia, then at the man with his back to the door, her eyes rolled around, and she said cleverly, "Senior, are you on a date? Then I won't disturb you."

"No date. Come in." The man suddenly spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, with the oppressive feeling of a superior.

Lin Lele was stunned for two seconds, then quickly showed her signature cute smile and said obediently, "Okay."

She walked quickly to the seat next to Gu Jia, and as soon as she sat down, she saw the man opposite her looking straight at her.

His facial features were cold and his eyes were deep. He glanced at her sternly, like throwing a sharp knife at her, trying to see through her.

Lin Lele shuddered and regretted listening to Yin Xiaocheng's words. She came here to call Gu Jia.

No one called over, but she was trapped here, being stared at by the scary strange man. The feeling of oppression was so great that she could hardly breathe.

"Who gave you this necklace?" the man suddenly asked in a low voice.

"What?" Lin Lele asked in surprise, "Necklace?"

So this is what he cared about. She instantly breathed a sigh of relief and a look of relief appeared on her face.

"A friend sold it to me at a discount. It's second-hand." Lin Lele said with a smile.

"What? Yin Xiaocheng didn't even give you a necklace, and let you wear a second-hand one?"

Gu Jia widened her eyes and said in surprise.