The green camphor tree has a deep view

After calling Xing Lu, Wen Qing immediately called the courier and asked him to leave the suitcase at Xing Lu's neighbor across the street. When the courier readily agreed, Wen Qing felt relieved, put down her phone, and continued to concentrate on the work in her hands.

Song Jingshen suddenly came to live at home last night, which caught Wen Qing off guard. There had been no man living in the house for many years, and she couldn't even find a pair of suitable slippers.

Song Jingshen calmly looked around the room, then looked at her and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to stay at the hotel with me?"

"No." Wen Qing shook her head and looked at him calmly, "Do you want to stay here or go back to the hotel? There are no daily necessities for men here, so it's not very convenient."

"I'm worried about you living alone." Song Jingshen walked into the kitchen familiarly, found a cup from the cupboard, looked around and couldn't find a water dispenser, so he frowned, "How do you drink water?"

Wen Qing took the cup from his hand, walked to the small table by the wall in the living room, picked up a small thermos on the table, uncorked it, and poured half a cup of water into the cup. The thermos was old and its heat preservation performance was not very good. The boiled water at noon was no longer hot and could be drunk directly.

She turned around with the cup of water in her hand and saw that Song Jingshen had followed her out and was standing behind her, looking at her with a slightly frowned brow.

"The water temperature is just right." Wen Qing handed him the cup and walked around him to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea? I'll boil some water now."

Song Jingshen held the cup and drank the water slowly, while walking to her side: "Do you have any tea here?"

"Well. It's not good tea, just cheap scented tea." Wen Qing turned on the stove, filled a pot of water and sat on it, then raised her hand to open the cupboard and took out half a bag of tea leaves.

The seal of the silver-white tinfoil bag had been opened. In order to reseal it, it was neatly folded and tightly clamped with a black clip.

"Can you... drink it?" Wen Qing took out the tea leaves, closed the cupboard, stood up and looked at Song Jingshen, her movements somewhat hesitant.

The tea he drank cost thousands of yuan, such as Mingqian Longjing, this fragrant and that fragrant, and some tea drinks she couldn't name. Even though she knew he was not a person who was particularly particular about food, the huge difference in quality of life still made her at a loss as to how to deal with it.

He was her new guest and she wanted to treat him with the best of everything.

Song Jingshen curled his lips and looked at her. It felt like a warm current surged into his chest, making him warm and sweet. It instantly turned into a flame, burning vigorously and stirring his heart.

He could see that she cared about him. No matter how many times she had thought of leaving him, at this moment, she was considering his feelings and worrying about his feelings.

"It's drinkable." He looked at her deeply, put the cup on the table, supported the table with both hands, and held her in front of him, "Make some tea, and go to the supermarket with me."

Wen Qing was a little confused by him: "Go to the supermarket?"

Why would someone like him go to the supermarket? Besides, at this hour, the only discounted fruits and vegetables worth buying are from the nearby supermarkets.

"If you don't go to the supermarket, you'll make me wear your slippers and pajamas tonight?" He was so angry that he wanted to laugh. This girl is sometimes smart, but sometimes she is so stupid.

"But... the clothes in the supermarket are not comfortable." Wen Qing frowned slightly and said, "It's hard to choose good patterns if we buy them at this time."

"I'm a grown man, so I can wear anything." Song Jingshen loved the way she worried about him. He smiled and rubbed her ear with the tip of his nose, and lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you just not wear it? When I'm with you, I have to take it off after a while."

Wen Qing blushed immediately, turned her head to avoid his nose, and stammered, "You...can't do that here..."

"Hmm? Are you still shy in your own home?" He lifted her chin and made her face him. "Why not?"

"My bed is very narrow, only one person can sleep in it." Wen Qing lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at him. "The big bed is for grandma, you, you can't..." She couldn't go on, and the tips of her ears turned red, as if blood was about to drip out.

"Who said we have to be on the big bed?" Song Jingshen teased her in a low voice, his smile becoming more and more evil, "The sofa in the living room can also be a bed if it is opened. Do you think I don't understand?"

"How can that be possible?" Wen Qing said with her cheeks flushed with anxiety, "The sofa bed is not sturdy, what if you break it? Besides... it will make a lot of noise, the soundproofing here is not good, the neighbors will hear it!"

She finished speaking in a hurry, only to find that Song Jingshen was looking at her calmly, with a smug look on his face, as if he was laughing at her.

Wen Qing suddenly became emotional and didn't want to talk to him anymore. She turned around, put away the cup he had used on the table, raised her hand to push away his arm that was blocking her side, and turned on the faucet.

Clear water flowed out of the pipe. Wen Qing put the cup into the sink, picked up a dishcloth from the sink, and cleaned the cup bit by bit.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Song Jingshen held her waist, his voice teasing, "You only poured me half a glass of water, and I just took a sip, and you washed it for me without saying a word. Why are you so stingy, huh?"

Wen Qing's chest was heaving with anger, and she almost couldn't hold the slippery cup. She was about to say something to him when the water on the stove beside her started to boil. The kettle started to make a "puff puff" sound, and steam was coming out, filling half of the kitchen in a moment.

"Move aside, the water is boiling." Wen Qing put the cleaned cup back on the table, rinsed her hands and quickly dried them on her apron, then turned around and pushed him.

Unexpectedly, the man did not move at all, holding her body tightly with his arms, looking down at her unhappy face, and whispered, "It's my first time here today, I won't force it, don't worry."

Wen Qing felt relieved, but she still didn't want to pay attention to him: "Get out of the way, the water is going to boil away!"

Song Jingshen smiled and pinched her chin, kissed her pouting lips, then let go of her hands, turned and walked to the stove, picked up the kettle in one hand and turned off the stove with the other.

The kitchen was small. He turned around with the kettle in his hand and said to her, "Let's install a drinking fountain. Boiling water like this is too dangerous."

Wen Qing took out a set of tea sets from the cupboard and walked towards the living room, saying with a smile: "What's so dangerous about boiling water? Who doesn't boil water this way?"