The green camphor tree has a deep view

Zhou Wen's refusal stunned Zhu Yu and Jiang Xueming, but Wen Qing understood in her heart that her aunt just didn't want to face Song Jingshen, especially in front of outsiders.

Wen Qing sighed, ran to her aunt, helped her sit in the passenger seat of Zhu Yu's car, and bent down to help her fasten her seat belt.

Zhou Wen gently held her hand: "Let me do it myself, I can still do this." She looked up at Wen Qing's eyes and asked quietly: "Did Jingshen come here on purpose?"

Wen Qing shook her head: "I don't know either. He injured his arm that day, so he should have come to see the wound."

Zhou Wen lowered her eyes in disappointment: "I thought he had softened his heart..."

Wen Qing laughed when she heard this: "Aunt, whether he is soft-hearted or hard-hearted, it has nothing to do with us." She stroked the back of Zhou Wen's hand: "Just follow me and live well, everything will be fine."

Zhou Wen nodded slightly, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes: "...I'm afraid of tiring you out..."

Wen Qing felt sad and her voice softened: "I'm not tired, as long as you and Jing Long are fine..."

As they were talking, the G-Class in front suddenly honked, startling Wen Qing. She quickly stood up and looked, and saw Jiang Xueming's face leaning out of the passenger window: "Hurry up and get in the car! It's getting late."

Wen Qing knew that Song Jingshen was getting impatient waiting. She was indeed a little slow today. In addition, there were too many luggages, which delayed Zhu Yu and Jiang Xueming a lot of time. So she hurriedly helped her aunt close the car door and walked towards the black G-Class.

Song Jingshen looked at Wen Qing walking towards him in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth - even though she looked so haggard, at first glance, she was still strikingly beautiful. Her beauty was not just pretty, but also the elegance that came from her scholarly air.

Wen Qing did not have his leisure time at the moment. She walked to the car and was about to open the back door when she heard a click. The front door was pushed open from the inside and Jiang Xueming, who was in the passenger seat, stepped out of the car.

"You can sit in the front so it will be easier for me to give directions." Jiang Xueming said as he opened the back door and got in.

Wen Qing paused, but without much hesitation she sat in the front seat, closed the door, fastened her seat belt, and when everything was ready, she whispered, "F University old staff dormitory, thank you."

Song Jingshen glanced at her profile and found that her face was extremely calm. The distant and polite temperament on her body returned, as if the person sitting next to her was not him, but a Huolala driver he met by chance.

The man was a little annoyed, and asked knowingly: "Where?"

Wen Qing didn't say anything this time. She directly found the voice navigation. When the navigation started broadcasting, she threw her phone on the dashboard.

"Puchi..." A restrained chuckle came from the back row. Jiang Xueming immediately shut up and pretended to disappear. He even felt a little regretful for staying here as a light bulb.

In my impression, Wen Qing is a gentle person who won't easily embarrass others. The way she behaved towards Song Jingshen today shows that they have a deep friendship.

Jiang Xueming couldn't help but look at the back of Wen Qing's head a few more times, secretly sighing that "you can't judge a book by its cover", and felt a little lucky for Wen Qing.

Ever since he met Wen Qing, he had a feeling that this junior sister would find an unusual partner. He even had a small dispute with Zhao Jin about this matter.

Zhao Jin fell in love with Wen Qing almost at first sight, and took care of her in every way, fearing that someone else would snatch her away first. However, Jiang Xueming felt that Zhao Jin could not handle Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looks gentle and docile, harmless to people and animals, but in fact she is very tough at heart. She has her own logic and standards for understanding things and once she makes up her mind, she will not waver easily.

This kind of girl naturally has a complete and rigorous model for love, but she doesn't take love as a very important thing. She is likely to select her lover based on practical considerations rather than her inner feelings, so...

Jiang Xueming mourned for Zhao Jin in his heart for three seconds. Most men were destined to be victims in front of Wen Qing, and the greatest sorrow was that they didn't even know how they died.

Before, he had never been able to imagine what the man who would eventually win Wen Qing's affection would be like.

This man must be strong enough to destroy her own logic, otherwise he will not be able to gain a foothold in her heart. He must also be gentle and tolerant enough, otherwise she will run away with a pile of broken walls in her heart and never look back.

Song Jingshen might be able to meet some of the harsh conditions, but... Jiang Xueming looked at Song Jingshen again. He knew the background of the Song family very well, and he felt that this guy was not in the same dimension as them.

"Have you seen enough?" A deep male voice came from the driver's seat. Jiang Xueming was startled and looked away indifferently.

Song Jingshen glanced at the rearview mirror and chuckled, "Forget about looking at her, but why are you studying me? Is Dr. Jiang trying to match us up?"

Wen Qing blushed, turned her head and looked out the window, pretending not to hear. Jiang Xueming couldn't avoid it like this, thought about it, smiled and replied: "Wen Qing is not someone who is so easy to match."

Song Jingshen took the opportunity to glance at Wen Qing, then turned his eyes to the front, with a half-smile on his face: "Marriage is destined by heaven, the match has already been made, isn't it, Miss Wen?"

Wen Qing lowered her head and pursed her lips. After a long while, she said a few perfunctorily: "Probably."

Feeling her coldness, Song Jingshen said nothing more and just drove the car very fast. Wen Qing was so scared that she grabbed the handrail tightly and felt dizzy and nauseous.

He did not follow the route planned by the navigation system. Instead, he took a big detour and bypassed all the traffic jams. The effect of this was that Wen Qing felt that he was speeding the whole way.

"Slow down...drive slower." Wen Qing suppressed her nausea and pleaded while panting, "Zhu Yu can't keep up."

"She didn't take this road. She's probably stuck on Changjiang Road waiting for the red light now." Song Jingshen smiled disapprovingly, "Don't worry, I won't be later than her."

"But..." Wen Qing held her dizzy head, closed her eyes tightly, and looked very uncomfortable.

Song Jingshen didn't expect that she would get carsick. His expression tensed up for a moment, he slowed down a little, and opened the window: "Hold on for a while, we'll be there soon."

Wen Qing turned her head toward the window, took a deep breath of the cool breeze blowing in her face, and tried hard to suppress the feeling of nausea.

Jiang Xueming touched her arm and handed her a plastic bag, telling her to keep it for emergency use.

Fortunately, Song Jingshen was familiar with the route and stopped the car just before she was about to vomit.

In order to cause a traffic jam, the car stopped at the entrance of the community. Jiang Xueming got out of the car immediately and asked Zhu Yu to carry the luggage.

Wen Qing was slumped in the car, too dizzy to get off the ground. Song Jingshen also sat there motionless, as if he was laughing at her.

"Why... are you going around in circles? Don't you have... navigation?" she asked weakly.

"I've always wanted to take you for a ride," Song Jingshen leaned over to help her unbuckle her seat belt, and looked at her face from close up, "How does it feel? Is it exciting?"

Wen Qing frowned and said in a thin voice: "It's not exciting. I feel sick."

Song Jingshen paused, the lock popped open, and he took her hand: "Next time I'll drive slower and drive to the riverside, where the air is better."

Wen Qing struggled to push him away and put her hand on the door handle: "No. You take Gu Jia with you. She should like it."

"Why do you always mention her?" Song Jingshen stretched out his long arm and grabbed her waist, his face full of depression: "What do you like? Sea fishing, surfing? Or go to the mountains to soak in hot springs?"

Wen Qing couldn't stand it any longer, so she closed her eyes and opened them again: "I like to live a quiet life, a life without you interfering, okay?"