The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing tightly grasped the phone, her fingertips turning white from the force, but she pretended to be relaxed: "Nothing, just a harassing call."

Song Jingshen ignored her, held her wrist with one hand and lifted it up, and with the other hand, he pulled out her cell phone with a little force. He swiped his slender fingers and saw an unfamiliar number on the screen. Without thinking, he dialed it back.

After a short ring, a deep and clear "Hello" came from the microphone. Wen Qing reacted and raised her hand to take the phone back. How could Song Jingshen let her go? He swung his long arms, held her in his arms, and put the phone to his lips.

"Who are you?" Song Jingshen went straight to the point.

The man opposite seemed stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Is Wen Qing next to you? Is she okay? Did you scare her?"

"I asked you who you are." Song Jingshen said in a bad tone, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"You are Song Weiming's son, a good son who pushed his father to the top."

The casual and relaxed voice, speaking the most offensive words carelessly, made Wen Qing feel scared when she heard it. Her heart beat faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

She turned her head and looked at Song Jingshen worriedly, and saw his profile with a tense jawline. She subconsciously raised her hand and touched his arm, as if to comfort him.

"So, you are eager to be Song Weiming's grandson?" Song Jingshen asked in a low voice, his words were joking, but his eyes were as cold as a knife.

"How can I be so lucky? At most, I can see the joke of the Song family. Song Weiming has a son, right? The younger son was born to a woman from North City. So he is half a North City person. He can recognize his relatives when he comes to North City in the future."

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Jingshen interrupted him, and the last politeness in his words disappeared. "You just need to remember not to provoke Wen Qing, otherwise I will make you look good."

"What? Wen Qing is yours?" The other party smiled disapprovingly, "Can you marry her? Or will you be like your father and keep her as a concubine for the rest of her life?"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"Times have changed, Mr. Song." A breath came from the microphone, like a puff of smoke, comfortable and relaxed, "With your current reputation in North City, can you still openly support a female student without being affected?"

"You want to expose me?" Song Jingshen laughed angrily, "Since you know the strength of the Song family, do you think exposing it can solve the problem?"

"I don't need to solve the problem, I just need to ruin it. Do you think the officials, big and small, in North City will help you at the risk, or will they protect their own official hats first?" The other party's voice became more and more arrogant, and he didn't care about Song Jingshen's face at all.

"What good will it do you if it goes wrong?" Song Jingshen calmed down. "If you want the Song family's territory in North City, we can discuss it."

"I've fallen in love with Wen Qing." The other person said lightly, "I fell in love with you earlier than you did."

"Oh?" Song Jingshen sneered, his anger rising again, "She is already mine, I advise you to stay away from her."

"I don't care who she followed." The other party was still calm, but there was a hint of loneliness in his tone. "I am not a good person myself, so I don't ask her to be perfect. Besides, I don't believe she followed you voluntarily. A forced melon will not be sweet. You people in the Song family should understand this principle."

"Who are you?" Song Jingshen gritted his teeth, wishing he could reach out through the microphone and pull him out to beat him up.

"You can ask Wen Qing, she knows me better than you do."

Lin Qingyuan slowly finished the last sentence, hung up the phone, lowered his head to take a puff of cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke into the dark sky, and his thoughts drifted back to half a year ago.

At that time, Wen Qing's fair face was shrouded in such a layer of smoke, but it was as pure and beautiful as a lotus in clear water, which made him itchy. He wanted to get close to her but couldn't bear to do so, for fear of scaring her or hurting her. She was such a soft girl, who was so nervous that her face turned pale when she sat in his car. How could she withstand his sudden pursuit?

What's more, there were women around him at that time, and more than one. What if he pursued Wen Qing and aroused the jealousy of those women, and did something to Wen Qing... So he didn't get close to her again, but sent a group of younger brothers to take care of her silently, which was also forcing her to owe him a favor.

But, I didn't expect that she would become Song Jingshen's person.

Lin Qingyuan raised his hand and tilted his head, leaned in and took a deep puff, then threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it a few times.

If he had known this, why didn't he...

He slammed his fist on the table, and the sound startled the foreman manager nearby.

"Boss Lin, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Lin Qingyuan raised his head, his face normal, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today, I'll handle it."

"I see, Mr. Lin. Miss Xing called just now and said that Mr. Song wants to talk to you. You can decide the time and place."

You came to me so quickly.

Lin Qingyuan curled his lips: "I know. Tell Xing Lu to meet at 7 o'clock tomorrow night in the private room where they had dinner today."

At the entrance of the dormitory of the fourth factory, Xing Lu answered the phone and agreed: "Okay, okay, then Xiao Song will go there by himself at 7 o'clock tomorrow night. It's settled."

Behind her, Song Jingshen held Wen Qing's hand and listened silently, as if thinking about something.

Xing Lu hung up the phone, turned around and looked at the two people in front of her, feeling worried.

How can a love rival emerge from a meal? Mr. Song's trip to the North City was quite exciting.

"Do you really want to go by yourself?" Wen Qing looked up at Song Jingshen, "Let me go with you, I can explain to him."

"What can you explain?" Song Jingshen glanced at her, "Say you are happy to be with me, and ask him to let me go and let you go?"

"It's better than both sides getting hurt. Lin Qingyuan is very powerful in North City, and now is a critical period for Song's investment. You don't need to delay your work because of this kind of thing." Wen Qing said worriedly.

"Your business is not a serious matter?" Song Jingshen squeezed his small hands, with a mocking smile on his face, "If you can't even keep a woman, how can you do serious work?"

"..." Wen Qing didn't know what else to say, so she lowered her head and followed his footsteps, walking towards home step by step.

"Mr. Song..." Xing Lu's hesitant voice came from behind, "How about I go home tonight?"

"Hmm?" Wen Qing stopped and looked back at Xing Lu, "You're not going to accompany me? Your luggage is still at my house."

"Mr. Song will be attending the meeting alone tomorrow. You should give him some advice." Xing Lu smiled and waved at her, saying goodbye. "My home is not far from here. I have everything I need. You can just ask a local courier to deliver my luggage to my house tomorrow."

After saying that, Xing Lu ran towards the gate of the community, as if she was being chased by a ghost.

Are you kidding! At this critical moment, how could she delay Mr. Song from gaining points in front of the beautiful lady?

Besides, if you really think about it, the reason she met this woman named Lin today was because she booked an unlucky hotel.

When things are not going well for you, even drinking cold water will make your teeth ache! If Xing Lu doesn't leave now, I'm afraid Mr. Song won't get the money for this order.

Xing Lu ran all the way to the entrance of the dormitory of the fourth factory, found her car, and just as she took out the car key and pressed a button, she saw a person circling around the back of the car.

"Why...why is it you?" Her body swayed, and she quickly steadied herself. After looking carefully, it was really him.

The man opposite strode closer and stood still in front of her, with an ambiguous smile on his face: "Not bad, you still recognized me. I thought you had lost your memory after returning to North City."

He walked over to the stunned Xing Lu, raised his hand and put it around her waist: "You've lost weight?"

Xing Lu's breath was choked, and she pushed him away: "Fang Ziming, what are you doing?"

"What do you think?" The man smiled, but his eyes grew colder and colder. "Besides fucking you, what else can I do?"