The green camphor tree has a deep view

Under the pretext of seeing a guest off, Wen Qing followed Jing Huai out of the ward. She thought she had something to say, but as soon as she turned the corner, Jing Huai saw that there was no one around and took out a small box from his bag.

Wen Qing felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. Then she heard Jing Huai say, "My brother gave it to you." Then he stuffed it into her hand.

Wen Qing looked down and remembered that this was the box of ointment in Song Jingshen's car. On the night of the old lady's birthday party, he gave her this downstairs of her dormitory and asked her to apply it on the bruises on her waist and legs. But weren't those bruises caused by him?

"No...I don't want it." Wen Qing pushed it away and refused to take it.

"Why not? Put it on your face and sleep on it, and it won't be noticeable tomorrow."

"I'll go buy the medicine myself later..."

"Do you know what medicine to buy? Did you just use cold water on that place? It's already bleeding and it might leave scars!" Jing Huai said with half heartache and half threat.

"I don't want his things." Wen Qing paused, then looked at Jing Huai and said, "Thank you for not telling my aunt...what happened to me in Guangyu this afternoon..."

Jing Huai looked at her for a while, and suddenly laughed: "You don't really think that this is the end of your relationship with my brother?" Seeing Wen Qing lowering her head and not saying anything, Jing Huai smiled and added: "Jing Long's child support still needs to be signed."

"Sign?" Wen Qing raised her head.

"Your aunt has no income, and Jing Long's child support comes from the family fund. According to the agreement, the use of the family fund requires the signature of the head of the Song Group."

"Mr. Song is the boss," Wen Qing was confused, "Why did you ask Song Jingshen to sign?"

"Because my brother is about to take over," Jing Huai smiled, "and your aunt's medical expenses need his signature before you can get the money." She patted Wen Qing's hand, "Why bother with money? I know it's a bit disrespectful to say this, but my brother really likes you, otherwise he wouldn't take you to live in Guangyu. If you are willing, he also wants to..."

"I can't stand his love." Wen Qing interrupted her softly and said calmly, "As for the money, the Song family can give it if they want to. It doesn't matter if they don't. We won't starve to death."

Jing Huai was surprised: "You support two spendthrifts by yourself?" Then he asked in confusion, "Or are you relying on others?"

Since they had nothing to say, Wen Qing turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, I found that I was still holding the box of ointment in my hand. I suddenly felt that it was hot, so I put it on the table at the nurse's station and turned to my aunt's ward.

Jing Huai stared at Wen Qing's back in amazement. It took him a while to react and he couldn't help laughing.

How funny! The person her brother fell in love with so hard that it turned out to be such a stubborn person.

She picked up the ointment on the nurse's station counter and played with it while calling Song Jingshen: "Brother, your ointment almost went into the trash can. People don't appreciate your kindness! Who do you like? You don't even want money. You've hit a wall."

"What money?" Song Jingshen was busy with business and didn't think about this.

"As for Jing Long and Zhou Wen's living expenses, that girl didn't expect us to pay for them. I asked her if she had other sponsors, and she just ran away."

"What kind of trouble are you making!" Song Jingshen was furious. "Why did you ask her for money?"

"She wants to break up with you, brother! Am I not trying to stop her for you?"

"Did I need your help?" Song Jingshen loosened his tie and said unhappily, "Go back to your villa and don't get involved."

"How can that be possible? I have to help you find out the financial sponsor behind her..."

"What kind of financial sponsor could she have? Don't overthink it..." He was about to say something else, but the other party hung up the phone.

Song Jingshen was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He threw his phone on the table, thought for a while, and dialed the internal number on the table. After a while, his assistant Liu Yue walked in.

"Mr. Song, are you looking for me?" Liu Yue is Song Jingshen's confidant. He has been following Jingshen Technology since its inception and is deeply trusted by Jingshen.

"Well, notify the lawyer and the housekeeper, and hold a family meeting the day after tomorrow to divide the old lady's inheritance."

"So soon?" Liu Yue was surprised. "The funeral just ended today. How about... wait until the seventh day?"

"No more waiting." Song Jingshen walked to the window and looked into the distance. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the president's office faced a group of buildings. The neon lights lit up in the evening, and the scenery was extremely spectacular.

Only such a magnificent view is worthy of his climbing all the way, but some people seem to be born not to like heights and will not climb even if you give them a ladder.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he turned around and told Liu Zhu: "Divide it as soon as possible. Some people only know whether they are human or ghost after seeing the money."

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Jing Huai hung up Song Jingshen's phone, not because she was afraid that he would nag her, but because she suddenly saw the person she wanted to see in a place where that person shouldn't be.

"Excuse me, which ward is Miss Zhou Wen in?" a gentle male voice asked the young nurse at the nurse's desk.

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Huai, who was on the phone, froze suddenly - this voice... was Gu Huaiyuan! It was the Gu Huaiyuan she had been thinking about day and night...

The young nurse blushed instantly, stood up and stammered, "It's the single room at the end, turn left."

The man nodded and walked away steadily past Jing Huai.

He didn't even recognize her!

Jing Huai's chest was heaving, and he wanted to call him, but suddenly he choked. Gu Huaiyuan was tall and had long legs, and he walked with big steps. After a while, he turned the corner and disappeared.

Without caring about Song Jingshen's lecture on the phone, Jing Huai hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed to the corner where Gu Huaiyuan's back disappeared. When she ran there, she turned around and saw Gu Huaiyuan stroking Wen Qing's back, standing in the corridor, while Wen Qing leaned on his chest, her shoulders twitching, as if she was crying.

Jing Huai's eyes flashed with understanding, followed by loss, and then bitterness. She bit her lower lip hard, turned to the corner of the corridor, and silently raised her phone...

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Wen Qing cried for a while, then felt a little embarrassed. She stood up and apologized: "...I'm sorry, I got your coat wet."

"It's okay. You've been under too much pressure these days. Just cry it out." Gu Huaiyuan comforted.

He looked at Zhou Wen who was sleeping in the ward, and as if he had thought of something, he asked softly, "Have you told her about her condition?"

"Not yet. I'm afraid she'll worry, so I haven't told her yet." Wen Qing wiped her tears and said, "Before you, only Jing Huai came here. This is the first time I met Jing Huai, so I didn't tell her this."

"Jinghuai is here too?" Gu Huaiyuan was very surprised. In his impression, Song Jinghuai always stood with her brother and didn't like Zhou Wen.

"Yeah." Wen Qing didn't say anything else. In her opinion, Gu Huaiyuan's arrival was more unexpected than Jing Huai's. She couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Professor Gu, are you familiar with my aunt?"

"I met her at my sister's funeral." Gu Huaiyuan's eyes were empty, his thoughts drifting away...