The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Can't what?" Song Jingshen asked.

Since he had decided to tease her, he no longer hesitated and watched her embarrassed look with amusement.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Wen Qing became a little annoyed. She pushed away his big hands that were playing with her waist and abdomen and tried to leave the sofa in anger.

Song Jingshen quickly pulled her back to sit on his lap, leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"The doctor said so much, but you only remember one collision. Tell me yourself, what's in your head? Yellow garbage?"

"I didn't." Wen Qing was angry. "Since I can't sleep with you, why do I have to stay here?"

"Who said you can only stay if you sleep with me?" Song Jingshen turned her chin, forced her to look into his eyes, and said firmly:

"Just now the doctor said that we should not only rush in a reasonable way, but also keep warm. How can I ignore you running out in the middle of the night in such a cold weather?"

"...I'm not cold. Thanks to you, I'm wearing enough warm clothes." Wen Qing said with her eyes lowered.

"There's no one in your dormitory, are you willing to turn on the air conditioner?" Song Jingshen stared at her, "Based on my understanding of you, you won't turn it on as long as you don't freeze to death."

"With electric blankets and hot water bottles, we won't freeze to death." Wen Qing said, "I grew up in the North City and have seen many freezing cold days. The winter in Jiangcheng is nothing."

"Really? What about the chilblains on your feet?"

Song Jingshen glanced at her feet, and the slender foot immediately dodged, which made him reach out and grab her ankle.

"No frostbite." Wen Qing said with her neck stiff, "It's just a little itchy."

"Little silly girl, if you feel itchy, it means you are frozen." He stroked the back of her feet through her cotton socks, and bent her knees so that she curled up in his arms.

"Just stay here with me and get well before you go out again." He leaned over to whisper in her ear, his warm breath spraying on her neck, making her shrink her neck involuntarily.

"I can't stay away from home forever. My grandma and aunt will look for me."

"Let's wait until they come. You haven't received a single call all day?" Song Jingshen raised his lips and smiled disdainfully, "You are not that important to them."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nothing, but her heart felt very sad.

Yes, ever since grandma came to Jiangcheng, she has devoted all her attention to my aunt and Jing Long. She also advised her to compromise and ask for money from the Gu and Song families, for fear of wronging Jing Long.

Her grandmother hardly asked about her studies and life, as if it was natural for her to solve all problems on her own, otherwise she would bring trouble to the family.

"I'm sleepy." Wen Qing closed her eyes gently and leaned against the sofa, her face showing fatigue.

She didn't want to think about it anymore. The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became, and even her body felt cold.

"Don't rush to bed, take a hot bath and soak in it to drive away the cold." Song Jingshen patted her cheek and put her on the sofa.

"I won't sleep in your bed." Wen Qing closed her eyes and curled up on the sofa. She felt sleepy and said in a daze, "I can sleep here."

The next second, her whole body was suddenly suspended in the air. She was so scared that she opened her eyes and stared at the man who was holding her in a daze.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "My waist is hurt. I can't..."

"Mine isn't broken." Song Jingshen glanced at her and said like a rogue, "Besides, you still have your hands."

Wen Qing's face flushed with anger, but she could do nothing. She could only let him carry her into the bathroom, take off her clothes, and lie in the bathtub filled with hot water.

There was a plaster on her lower back, so it was inconvenient for her to soak for a long time. After a while, she was carried out again, wrapped tightly in a bath towel, and sent to the bedroom.

"The clothes are in the closet, pick them yourself."

"Ah."

Song Jingshen put her on the bed, but did not leave. He stood by the bed and looked at her quietly.

"What's wrong again?" Wen Qing was frightened by her gaze and couldn't help but look up and ask.

"After a while, accompany me to the North City for an inspection." He suddenly became serious when he mentioned official business.

"Why?" Wen Qing refused subconsciously, "I didn't sign up."

"You don't need to sign up." Song Jingshen said as a matter of course, "I asked you to go."

"Why let me go?"

Wen Qing was a little depressed. She had been looking forward to him going on a business trip so that she could have a few days of peace and quiet, but now, she had to accompany him.

"Don't you want to go back to your hometown?" Song Jingshen asked, "Are you no longer interested in your hometown?"

"I don't have any relatives in Beicheng anymore." Wen Qing lowered her head, her tone sad, "Except for an old house, there's nothing else to miss."

"The old house, is this where you lived when you were a kid?"

"Well. It's just an ordinary staff dormitory, small and shabby. There's nothing worthy of your interest." Wen Qing said lightly.

Regarding the old house, grandma has said several times that she wants to sell it for a good price to raise money for Jinglong's tuition.

Everything belongs to others, nothing belongs to her, so naturally there is no need to ask for her opinion.

Even her nostalgia for her hometown and childhood was ignored by others, and her grandmother was already the closest person to her.

"But I'm very interested in North City, and I want you to take me around."

Wen Qing curled her lips and said, "You will be disappointed. Our interests do not overlap."

"How do you know?" Song Jingshen sat down next to her and looked at her intently, "A large part of my interest in Beicheng comes from you."

"How is that possible?" Wen Qing laughed, "Isn't your interest the profit from the base station project?"

Song Jingshen's eyes darkened, and he said word by word: "You have to make money and chase women.

Otherwise, if you make a lot of money but don't have someone to warm your bed, what's the point of living? "

"There are plenty of bed warmers, but it's hard to find a suitable place to put the project. Mr. Song killed two birds with one stone and the arrangement was very efficient." Wen Qing said sarcastically.

Song Jingshen was too lazy to beat around the bush with her, so he went straight to the point and said, "Since you admit that I'm efficient, don't waste your time. Make preparations for the trip in advance and wait for my notification in the near future."

"Who else wants to go?" Wen Qing asked.

Since there is no escape, it is best to have a companion.

"The list still needs to be finalized, but you can't escape." Song Jingshen patted her hand, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"That means I'm not on the list, right?" Wen Qing asked.

"what is the relationship?"

"Please assign me a mission, even if it's fake." Wen Qing looked at him eagerly, "Otherwise, how can I explain my identity?"

"Girlfriend. Secretary. Pick one?" Song Jingshen stopped and glanced at her condescendingly.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, helplessness and anxiety flashed in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and came up with an idea.

"Then can I be invisible? I will act alone and live and eat in the old house. If you... need anything, I will find you at the hotel."

"Are you so cheap that you're willing to deliver yourself to my door?" Song Jingshen stared at her, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

He wanted to take advantage of the project inspection opportunity to take her to more dinner parties and get to know some people in the high-level circles in North City.

This way, when she returns to North City, there will naturally be someone to take care of her, so that she won't be left without help when something happens.

Of course, he also had his own selfish motives. He was worried that people in his hometown would be targeting her. If he made their relationship public early, he would have fewer concerns.

But what he didn't expect was that Wen Qing ignored all of this and just wanted to hide her identity and be a lover who didn't see the light of day.

Why is she so self-conscious? Even more self-conscious than her aunt!

"Of course I am cheap. Who made me have no money and no power? I can't be noble even if I want to be." Wen Qing's eyes were misty, her nose was sour, and her throat was choked.

"I also want to live like a human being. Will you give me a chance?"

"After all I've said, you still won't believe me." Song Jingshen said solemnly, his jawline tense, revealing his strong profile.

"You said we should keep our relationship underground, but you were the one who exposed it again and again. How can I trust you?"

"Oh, if you don't expose your relationship, you'll end up getting together with Zhao Jin!" Song Jingshen stared at her with eyes that looked like he wanted to eat her.

"During the dinner party tonight, did you indulge in being a girlfriend at Zhao Jin's place and forget who your man is, huh?"

Wen Qing raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes full of sad self-mockery.

"You overestimate me. I am not worthy of Senior Brother Zhao." Wen Qing said calmly, "He has ability, a promising future, and real estate. The only thing he lacks is the connections in Jiangcheng. Whether he finds a local girl in Jiangcheng or a girl from another place who also has a job and real estate, it is more suitable than finding me.

We, who come from the lower classes, are very realistic. We don’t have time for romantic and useless love. We don’t even believe in that kind of thing. Without the conditions of being well-matched, even if we encounter something resembling love, we will doubt whether it is a trap.”

"So, I was also in that trap?" Song Jingshen slowly squatted down, his eyes fixed on Wen Qing's face.

"You are not." Wen Qing met his eyes, her face as calm as a deep lake, "You are the abyss, the kind that will shatter you to pieces if you fall into it."