The green camphor tree has a deep view

Seeing her so obedient, Song Jingshen felt happy. Although he knew she was helpless, he still couldn't help feeling happy and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

Wen Qing saw that he was happy and knew that her performance was to his liking, so she struck while the iron was hot and gently reminded him, "It's getting late, I should go."

"What time does it end?" Song Jingshen asked.

"Eight o'clock."

"So early?"

"Well, Mr. Zou is worried about Yinyin coming home too late, so he never comes home very late." Wen Qing answered honestly.

"Then I'll come over at eight o'clock and take you back to... Guangyu."

Song Jingshen originally wanted to say "go home", but fearing that she would overthink it, he held back and changed his words.

"But... after I finish, I still have to go to Senior Brother Zhao Jin's house to attend the housewarming dinner." Wen Qing looked up at him, her eyes full of pleading.

"Can you please not pick me up? After the dinner is over, I will take the initiative to go to your place. Senior Brother Zhao's home is also in Guangyu, very close."

As expected, her obedience was just an act. She was still cold at heart and felt very distant from him.

Song Jingshen stared at her, took a deep breath, and reiterated: "It can't be more than ten o'clock."

"I know." Wen Qing nodded and said seriously, "I won't be late, and I'll bring my backpack with me."

"Okay, you keep your word." Song Jingshen unlocked the car, opened the door for her, turned around and got out of the car, walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out the backpack and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Wen Qing took the bag and slowly put it on her back. The backpack seemed to be stained with his scent, which made her breathing stagnate, as if her body was being held by him again.

She quickly moved her shoulders, reminding herself not to be so sensitive, but tiny ripples appeared in her heart and spread out in circles.

He has a unique scent, fresh and slightly bitter, like mint in the morning, very refreshing.

She realized this a long time ago, but had always chosen to ignore it. Now his influence on her became stronger and stronger, to the point where it could no longer be ignored. It even affected her emotions and made her feel a little attached to him.

She forced herself to ignore the throbbing in her heart, thanked him calmly, and said goodbye to him.

"Then... I'll be leaving first, Mr. Song. See you in the evening."

"Still calling me President Song?" Song Jingshen stopped her and asked without hesitation while staring at her.

Wen Qing looked up at him doubtfully, frowning slightly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Call him Mr. Song?

It seems to be very similar to Mr. Song.

What should I call him? I can't just call him by his name...

As I was hesitating, I heard a low voice from above my head:

"Call me Depth of Field."

"W-what?" Wen Qing was surprised.

"What? You don't agree?" Song Jingshen asked unhappily.

"I, I agree. See you tonight, Jing... Depth of Field."

Wen Qing squeezed out the last two words with difficulty, bypassed him as if escaping, and walked towards the electronics building.

Behind her, Song Jingshen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a half-smile.

When she walked to the door of the study room, Wen Qing found that Zou Yinyin was already waiting for her.

She immediately felt guilty, stepped forward quickly, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late. Let's finish class later and make up for the time."

Zou Yinyin smiled and said, "No need, Sister Wen Qing, you were only late for ten minutes, you can make it up next time."

"How can that be possible? The content of each of your make-up classes is set in advance. If you can't finish it this time, your progress next time will be affected."

"Progress is static, but people are alive. I came back late, and my dad was worried, so he had to drive to pick me up, and your boyfriend was not happy either..."

"What boyfriend?" Wen Qing interrupted her, looking puzzled.

"Not your boyfriend?" Zou Yinyin looked at her strangely and pointed outside the window in the corridor. "Then who is the handsome guy who brought you here and hasn't left yet?"

Wen Qing followed her line of sight and looked out the window, her pupils shrinking.

Song Jingshen stood by the camphor forest, looking at this place without moving. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the glass curtain wall of the electronics building and reach the corner where she was standing, and he did not move away for a long time.

Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she suddenly felt that he was like a general conquering a city, determined to get everything he wanted.

The black G-Class lying beside him was like a bridle-bred horse, able to gallop over in the next second.

But she was unarmed and had no way to deal with it...

Wen Qing lowered her head, took out the key with forced calmness, and opened the door to the study room.

"He..." She began to explain, but her voice was trembling and a little dry.

She quickly cleared her throat and continued, "He's not my boyfriend."

"That's impossible. Then why was he staring at you? I could see it clearly from upstairs. You got out of his car and walked towards this side, but he just stared at you all the way." Zou Yinyin said disapprovingly.

Wen Qing smiled weakly and said to Zou Yinyin, "You think too much. How could I have such a good boyfriend?"