The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen has always been reluctant to see her cry, but her tears today made him feel satisfied - it turned out that she was not completely rational, and every time she met him, her rationality would always collapse - even if it only collapsed for a short while, he felt satisfied.

"Don't cry." He said, raising his right hand to touch the corner of her eyes. Wen Qing was angry and pushed his arm away, touching his wound.

"Hiss..." Song Jing took a deep breath, raised his right arm slightly, and straightened his body slightly.

Wen Qing was surprised for a moment, and quickly freed herself from his arms. Only then did she notice that his right hand was hanging stiffly in the air, with a painful expression on his face.

Was it the ashtray thrown by Song Weiming? She was a little surprised. Normally, he looked tall and full of energy, but he was knocked down by an ashtray?

But his pain also made him less frightening, just as a tiger can take a nap.

"Are you... okay?" Wen Qing asked anxiously. A thought flashed through her mind and she immediately blurted it out, "Are you here to check your arm?"

"I can't see where my arm is going," Song Jingshen slowly adjusted the position of his right arm, and when the pain passed, he said as usual, "I'll come to see you."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm: "Don't come again. It's not good if others find out. We are not suitable for each other."

"Besides it being inappropriate, do you have anything else to say to me?" Song Jingshen raised his left arm, leaned on the wall behind her, and looked down at her. Her lips were rosy from his sucking, and she had just cried, so her nose was slightly red, and there were some thin tears in her eyes like dew.

He couldn't help but kiss her again. This time, Wen Qing turned her head away, and the kiss landed on her cheek.

"Why do you need to cause trouble for yourself?" Wen Qing said, feeling the kiss on her cheek suddenly turn cold.

"What do you mean?" Song Jingshen straightened up slightly, his gaze falling on her eyes that were as calm as a lake - the way she regained her rationality made him a little confused.

"Gu Jia is your best partner. If you marry her, you can not only gain the support of Gu's company, but also stabilize the old shareholders of Song's company. As for me," she smiled, her eyes were cold and indifferent, "I can't give you any resources. I will only bring you burdens and troubles."

"Do you think I need a woman to provide resources?" Song Jingshen smiled faintly, with no emotion in his eyes. "Besides, what kind of trouble can you bring? Lead the shareholders to rebel, or become a corporate spy to restore the monarchy?"

"..." Wen Qing was speechless. She didn't even understand what he was saying.

"You just need to bring me happiness, that's enough." He said, raising his right hand to brush away the hair beside her ear, and his breathing became heavy again.

"But I'm not my aunt. I still want a relatively smooth life." Wen Qing dodged and left his hand hanging in the air. "For you, love is a pastime and a game. For me, it's just a glass of water, a bowl of rice, and a chair that can be unfolded at any time. It's good to be plain and simple."

Wen Qing took a breath, sorted out her thoughts, and continued, "I don't need a partner with particularly good conditions. I don't think I deserve it. I don't have much time and energy to deal with emotional entanglements and repeated trial and error... Let's put it this way, I don't even have the capital to pursue pure love. The best thing for me is to marry a man of equal status at the right age and live a stable and ordinary life. That's all."

In the dark night, her eyes flickered like stars. Song Jingshen wanted to find some resentment in them, but found nothing.

"Are you so content?" he asked in a low voice, "A man of the right age and of equal social status, huh..." He chuckled and felt for the first time that he was being disliked.

He thought for a moment and said slowly, "According to you, do you want to wait until graduation to marry a worker like Zhao Jin who has no background, shoulder decades of mortgage payments, and live in worry every day? Are you sure that a self-made man like him will truly love you and be willing to help you support your aunt and her son?"

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, as if wondering how he knew about Zhao Jin, and then shook her head awkwardly: "The man I'm talking about is not Brother Zhao... Finding a partner depends on fate."

After saying all, Wen Qing wanted to leave. She was moving tomorrow and wanted to pack her luggage in advance. She looked up at him, as if asking, "Can I leave now?" Song Jingshen rarely saw her asking for his opinion, so he was naturally reluctant to let go. He raised his hand and stroked the back of her head, as if he wanted to see through her.

"How did you get so many rules and regulations into your head, huh?" he leaned over and asked, his breath spraying in her ears, making her feel itchy and numb.

"They are all about love. My relationship is just a game and entertainment, while yours is proper and serious. Who gave you the right to define it?"

"You already have Gu Jia, and you still come to me, are you serious?" Wen Qing couldn't help but retort, but her voice was a little trembling. The numbness in her ears was like an electric current, which instantly ran to her palms and brought a hot flash.

"Gu Jia and I have nothing. The engagement is just a decoration." Song Jingshen said calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, "Why do you care about her so much?"

"I don't care!" Wen Qing denied angrily. She felt as if she had been tricked by him, and hurriedly added, "Your engagement is not just for show. It's real money."

Song Jingshen was blocked for a moment, then he became happy again: "What real money? Have you seen Gu's financial statements? When will you change your self-righteousness?"

"I haven't seen it. It has nothing to do with me." Wen Qing didn't want to go on with him any longer. She vaguely sensed the danger of being convinced by his logic. "Everyone has the right to have their own opinions. As for being self-righteous, you're not much different." The latter part of the sentence was a bit forced on others. Wen Qing said it with a guilty conscience. She said the last few words and was about to turn around and leave.

Song Jingshen suddenly hugged her from behind, lowered his head and leaned over, his lips almost touching her earlobe. Wen Qing stiffened her shoulders and forced herself to remain calm: "You... let me go."

"I like you!" Song Jingshen kissed her neck again and again, like a wild animal licking its freshly captured prey. "Don't treat me as a member of the Song family, and don't worry about those things. We are just a man and a woman, pleasing each other..."

Wen Qing's waist and legs became weak from being licked, and she could hardly stand. Her voice trembled when she spoke, but her momentum was not lost: "I am a human, not an animal. It is impossible for me to just accompany you for fun without considering anything else."

Song Jingshen paused when he heard this, and his eyes darkened.

Wen Qing leaned against the wall to steady herself, trying to calm her breathing. Her voice gradually became steady: "With Mr. Song's conditions, if you want to get this kind of service, there must be plenty of channels to choose from. I'm sorry, I'm not a suitable candidate and can't be your pet."

While he was slightly stunned, she suddenly raised her elbow to touch his wound, trying to force him to let go. Unexpectedly, Song Jingshen reacted quickly, grabbed her arm, and looked furious.

She actually attacked him!

The man's anger was completely aroused. He tied her hands behind her back, held her waist and turned her over so that she was facing him, then pressed her down.

"Remember!" The man suppressed his anger, his eyes were fierce and cruel, and he wished he could swallow her in one gulp. "Whether you are a human or a pet, you belong to me! You are not allowed to have anything to do with other men, otherwise I will kill him, no matter who he is!"

Wen Qing had never seen him look like this before. She was so frightened that she froze for a moment, secretly regretting her clever trick - after all, she was no match for him, not even in terms of physical strength and reaction speed.

Her wrists were clamped behind her back by him, and she shed tears like a bird with broken wings. She replied in a trembling voice, "I remember... Can I go now?"