The green camphor tree has a deep view

As soon as the two walked out of the electronics building, their view was blocked by a black luxury car.

It’s that G-Class again.

Wen Qing frowned, lowered her head and walked around to the rear of the car. Zhu Yu grabbed her and said, "Where are you turning? Is there a way out there?"

The road in front of the electronics building is not wide, and on the other side of the road is a camphor forest. There has been a lot of rain recently, and the leaves in the forest mixed with mud and water have overflowed onto the road, making the road even narrower.

Perhaps to make room for pedestrians on the other side, the black G-Class was parked right next to the electronics building. There was only a narrow gap between the car body and the red brick wall of the electronics building. If one went around the rear of the car, it would inevitably get rubbed against the rain stains on the wall.

"I'm free here." A haughty voice sounded, and a delicate face popped out from the passenger window. It was Gu Jia.

"Is it possible to go around from the front of the car?" Gu Jia said, with contempt in her heart: He is a student from F University, but he can't even tell which way to go around, and he is trying to get out by drilling into the cracks in the wall like a dirty rat.

"We can get out." Zhu Yu pulled Wen Qing around the front of the car, not forgetting to say thank you to Gu Jia. He turned to look at Wen Qing again, only to see that she had her head down and her face was pale.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhu Yu asked with concern.

"A little dizzy." Wen Qing replied.

The moment she passed the front of the G-Class, the suffocating feeling she had when he forcefully kissed her that night came back to her mind again. Fear, depression, despair...all came flooding into her mind along with the appearance of the car!

Wen Qing calmed herself down and said to Zhu Yu, "I want to go for a walk in the woods."

"The forest is full of mud..." Zhu Yu thought for a moment and said, "Go sit in my car for a while. It's close and quiet."

"Did you buy a car?"

"I just picked it up last week, a second-hand Focus." Zhu Yu smiled happily, "Premarital property."

Wen Qing sighed enviously: "I wish I could be half as happy as my senior sister."

"Hey, Zhao Jin is doing much better than Jiang Xueming. Once this project is successful..."

"Senior Sister!" Wen Qing frowned and said helplessly, "I've told you so many times that Senior Brother Zhao and I are not like that."

"It's not now, but it doesn't mean it won't be forever." Zhu Yu said, "Zhao Jin went to Guangyu to look at houses last month and paid the down payment on the spot. Jiang Xueming and the others planned to celebrate for him."

"Guangyu's house is so expensive and he hasn't even graduated yet, where does he get so much money?" Wen Qing asked puzzledly.

"I saved it up!" Zhu Yu led her through many twists and turns and found her car on the side road behind the electronics building. "Like you, he has been a tutor since undergraduate school, and later helped teachers with research projects and worked on projects for other laboratories to get commissions. His grades have always been very good, and his graduate and doctoral studies were exempted from tuition. With some help from his family, it's almost enough."

Wen Qing sighed in admiration: "You are all great people."

"I'm not a great man, I just started from scratch." Zhu Yu inserted the car key into the keyhole of the car door. "This broken car has no sensor. I need to open the door manually."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Manual operation is good. It has a retro feel."

"You're really good at comforting people." Zhu Yu opened the car door and let Wen Qing get in, leaving the door open for ventilation. "Do you feel better?"

"Much better." Wen Qing smiled slightly, her smile was as beautiful as a lotus after the rain.

Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment and thought, no wonder Zhao Jin couldn't forget her the first time he saw her, he really has good taste.

However, last night at the meeting in the Electronics Building, she heard Zhao Jin tell Song Jingshen that the warmth of the data group was a secret weapon - what did a secret weapon mean?

As she was thinking, Secret Weapon came out of the car: "Senior Sister, I have to go out for a while!"

Wen Qing clutched her phone, looking anxious.

"Where are you going? Is it far from school?"

"Well...something happened at my aunt's house. Can you take me there?"

---

At night, the Song family mansion was still brightly lit.

The front of the mansion was full of cars, servants were running around busily, and everyone had a look of anxiety on their faces.

"The old lady is sick!" Zhou Wen's face fell and her thin body almost collapsed to the ground.

"He was fine this morning, saying he was going to pack up and go back to the old house over the weekend. Who would have thought that he would complain of chest tightness and panic as soon as the sun went down, and wanted to see a doctor..."

Wen Qing helped her sit down and asked softly, "What did the doctor say?"

"Not very good." Zhou Wen shook her head and covered her eyes with her hands. "It's a heart problem. Maybe a few days, maybe ten days..."

As he was speaking, a tall middle-aged man walked in. His face looked heavy, but he couldn't hide the heroic spirit on his face.

"Qing'er, this is Mr. Song." Zhou Wen struggled to stand up and introduced, "Weiming, she is Wen Qing. At the last birthday party, she also gave her mother a ginseng..."

As she spoke, Zhou Wen could no longer hide her grief and she sat back down, covering her face with her hands.

Song Weiming looked at Wen Qing with his bright eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Wen Qing stood up and called out "Mr. Song", then turned around to look for tissues. The servants were so busy that no one paid attention to this place for a while.

"Miss Wen," Song Weiming suddenly asked, "Can you help take care of Jing Long these days?"

"What?" Wen Qing was holding a half-pack of tissues and was stunned for a moment.

"My mother needs to be hospitalized, and your aunt and I have to accompany her. We are worried about Jing Long staying alone in the mansion." Song Weiming explained.

"But I..." Wen Qing stammered, "There are no beds in the dormitory..."

"Can you come to the mansion and stay with Jing Long for a few days?" Zhou Wen wiped her tears and pleaded, "Just a few days. Call me if you have any problems."

"...Okay." Wen Qing agreed, but was thinking about how she could take care of the baby and go to school at the same time.

"Jing Long, come in!" Song Weiming shouted outside the door.

A small figure suddenly ran in, hugged Zhou Wen's legs, and asked in a delicate voice: "Mom, is she Sister Qing'er?"

Zhou Wen smiled through her tears, touched his head, and said, "Yes, Jing Long will live with your sister these days, so you have to listen to your sister, okay?"

"Okay!" The little boy agreed readily, "Sister Qing'er is so pretty, I'm embarrassed to embarrass her."

Zhou Wen burst into laughter and scratched his little nose: "It's a deal then. If you behave well, I'll reward you with a big meal in a few days."

"Yeah." Jing Long stood on tiptoe, kissed his mother's cheek, and said, "Don't cry, mom. When I grow up, I will protect you."

Then he turned around and asked Song Weiming: "Dad will also protect Mom, right?"

"Jing Long is right." Song Weiming's face looked much better. "Miss Wen, if you need anything, just ask Butler Yu. He has been an old man for many years and can make the decision on many things."

“Also, Jing Long goes to school at the kindergarten affiliated to F University. Jing Shen can help you with the pick-up and drop-off.”

"No need," Wen Qing refused subconsciously upon hearing the name, "I can pick you up."

The affiliated kindergarten is only a few blocks away from F University, and it’s not far to walk for pick-up and drop-off, so it’s not a big deal in Song Weiming’s opinion.

"Qi Fan's math tutoring can be suspended for a few days. I have told Qi Pengju that he will pay the fees." Song Weiming is thoughtful and considerate. He will think ahead of others when it comes to the people he needs. Wen Qing somewhat understands her aunt's choice. Her grandfather died early, and the family was in turmoil. Song Weiming is strong and appropriate, and can easily provide an illusion of trustworthiness.

"I can't tutor Qi Fan anymore," Wen Qing said. "The department has a project to do, and I don't have enough time."

"It's okay, I'll talk to Pengju." Song Weiming nodded and reached out to touch Jing Long's little head. "Come on, let's go see grandma again."

After saying that, he took Jing Long's little hand and walked out the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and called Zhou Wen, his face as solemn as water: "Prepare more clothes... and photos."

Zhou Wen looked at the backs of the father and son as they left, her face as pale as paper, and tears burst into her eyes.

"Aunt..." Wen Qing leaned on her aunt's lap, unable to hold back her tears.

"Qing'er, did you hear what he said about the photo just now? Do you know what that is?"

Wen Qing shook her head blankly.

"That's the old lady's portrait..." Zhou Wen burst into tears, covering her face and unable to stand up.

Wen Qing was stunned, and felt a violent thunder rolling across the sky, shaking the sky to pieces...