The green camphor tree has a deep view

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wen Qing didn't want to argue with him any more.

"Come to my room at night." Song Jingshen whispered.

Wen Qing looked at him in astonishment, but his face was calm.

"Shameless! Pervert!" Wen Qing twisted her body and struggled, hurling all the dirty words she had ever heard at him. Suddenly she remembered something and added, "You're not as good as Qi Fan!"

"I'm not as good as him?" Song Jingshen laughed, "What can he give you? Embarrassing harassment?"

"At least he won't force me!" Wen Qing stared at him, her pupils sparkling like two obsidians immersed in water.

"As for embarrassing yourself, you're much more capable than him, you..." She choked and couldn't continue, her neck stiff and her chest heaving, "You have to save face too, right?" Wen Qing advised him softly, more like coaxing him, "What if your relatives and friends find out..."

"What am I afraid of? I've long been famous." Song Jingshen hugged her and buried his head in her neck. "Has Qi Fan ever done this to you?"

"You pervert..." Wen Qing was so angry that she was shaking and punched his chest hard.

"You will live here from now on. When you have lived here long enough, there are other places available. You can pick one. I won't treat you unfairly..." He buried his head deeper and moved down along her neck.

"Sister!" Jing Long's voice came from behind. Wen Qing froze in fear, not caring about anything else, and bit his shoulder.

Song Jingshen was caught off guard and frowned in pain. He let her go and looked down at his shoulder.

"Coming!" Wen Qing tidied her appearance, tried to calm her breathing, and walked towards the bathroom.

"I've finished brushing my teeth, look!" Jing Long bared his teeth, squeezing his eyes into two thin slits.

Wen Qing couldn't help but laugh: "Jing Long is awesome, go take a shower, and then we'll go to bed and read picture books."

"Okay!" Jing Long ran to the guest bedroom. Wen Qing glanced at the kitchen and saw that person staring at her with one hand on his shoulder. He seemed to be angry and suppressed something. Wen Qing panicked and hurriedly followed Jing Long to the guest bedroom.

After everything was packed up, Jing Long went to bed and fell asleep before he finished listening to the second story. Wen Qing looked at his sleeping face and was thinking about whether to go out and apologize, but then she thought she was a jerk. After he said such words, she still apologized to him?

But she remembered her aunt's advice - she couldn't offend him, because he might decide her aunt's fate, and even Jing Long's...

Thinking of this, Wen Qing slowly walked to the door of the guest bedroom, opened the door, and went into the living room.

There was no one in the living room, the lights were on, and the mechanical devices that Jing Long had played with were scattered on the dark wooden floor. Wen Qing went forward to clean up, and suddenly heard strong footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Song Jingshen walking out of the cloakroom in a black suit.

"Are you going out?" Wen Qing asked.

"Yeah." Song Jingshen fastened his cuffs in two or three strokes while walking, his movements were neat and tidy. He glanced at the coat on the sofa, turned back, and took out a black coat.

"Don't clean up, go to bed." He ordered while putting on his coat, "Something happened in the hospital, I'll go check it out." He seemed to remember something, "Is Jing Long asleep?"

"She's asleep." Wen Qing felt that something big had happened, and she panicked, "Is it Grandma..."

"Wait for my call. I'll pick you up if you need anything, and don't follow anyone else." Song Jingshen said as he changed his shoes at the entrance, his expression focused and serious.

Wen Qing followed him slowly and stood by the entrance: "Then be careful on the road."

Song Jingshen changed his shoes, stood up and looked at her. Seeing that she looked a little worried, his heart was suddenly moved.

"Worried about me?" He touched her face, but she dodged him. He touched her again, but he was still not satisfied, so he simply held the back of her head.

"You..." Wen Qing looked up at him, at a loss for a moment.

"Kiss me." He said. A flash of desire suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, but it was instantly replaced by something more complicated. Wen Qing couldn't see through it, and she was just frightened.

"No..." Before she could finish her words, they were blocked by his lips.

I kissed her! An untimely cheer rang out in his heart, and then the familiar loneliness returned - he did not waste the opportunity, even if there would be no chance again in the future...

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Wen Qing barely slept all night. She lay on the bed holding her phone, watching the sky gradually brighten outside the window and hearing the noise gradually rising.

The rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of birds, the coughing of the cleaning man, the footsteps of people doing morning exercises, the honking of cars, and the voices of people talking...

It is said that white noise can help people forget their worries and fall asleep peacefully, but she listened to it all night and could not fall asleep. The impact of that kiss was too strong, like a huge rock suddenly hitting her mind, causing huge waves and drowning her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

That man... Wen Qing turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

When he let her go last night, she almost couldn't stand. The oxygen in her lungs was almost sucked out, her brain was as confused as if it was stuffed with cotton, and her whole body was swaying as if she was floating in the clouds.

He walked forward, hugged her and helped her stand firmly: "Idiot, can't you breathe?" He laughed softly, his breath was heavy, like a bird flapping its furry wings beside her ears.

When she recovered, he let go and pecked her cheek again.

More like a bird. Wen Qing had a strange feeling in her heart, she actually felt that his kiss was a bit like Jing Long's, simply expressing intimacy and love.

Wen Qing felt itchy, so she dodged and pushed his chest: "Go away!"

"Don't run around." He raised his head, his eyes burning, "Wait for me at home."

Home? Wen Qing smiled and sat up from the pillow. He must have been confused at that time. Could Guangyu be considered her home?

She took a deep breath, stood up, and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Jing Long was about to wake up. Should she send him to kindergarten today?

Wen Qing washed up, picked out a few eggs from the refrigerator, and put them in a pot of water to boil. After a while, small bubbles appeared in the pot, and she stared at the dense bubbles in a daze.

Why hasn't he called yet? What happened in the hospital? Should I call my aunt? Will it disturb her?

Just as I was daydreaming, there was a noise at the door, the fingerprint lock opened, and Song Jingshen walked in dressed in black.

"Wake up Jing Long and go to the hospital." After saying this at the kitchen door, he leaned into the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes and didn't move.

Wen Qing quickly turned off the fire and went back to the guest bedroom to wake Jing Long up. Jing Long was sleepy and grouchy, so she coaxed him to change his clothes, and after thinking for a while, she also changed into clothes for going out.

When the two of them walked out of the guest bedroom, Song Jingshen had just sat up from the sofa, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers, with a cold and depressed mood.

Seeing the two of them coming out, he looked up at Jing Long, his eyes like ice water in winter: "When we go to the hospital later, no matter what you see, don't cry! Do you hear me?"

Jing Long seemed to realize something, pursed his lips, and cried, "Is grandma dead?"

"Not yet, but it will be soon." Song Jingshen said indifferently, as if he was talking to an unrelated person.

Wen Qing couldn't help but shudder, feeling that Song Jingshen in front of her seemed like a different person, even more unfamiliar than when they first met.

Jing Long was so frightened that he pulled her clothes and pouted, about to cry. She quickly squatted down to comfort him: "It's okay, your sister is here to accompany you."

"Let's go." He picked up the car keys, strode to the door, and said coldly: "There are a lot of things to do today, don't hold us back."