The green camphor tree has a deep view

Maybe it was motion sickness that made Wen Qing look pale and frowning. She finally felt less dizzy and wanted to get off the car for some fresh air, but she was pestered by the man next to her.

She sighed, closed her eyes, let him hold her, and ignored him.

Seeing that she was really in pain, Song Jingshen loosened his grip a little, nodded, and said as if no one was around: "I understand. If you like quietness, I'll take you to the back mountain."

Wen Qing felt the hand on her waist loosen a little, and quickly opened her eyes and said, "Senior Sister and the others are moving the luggage, I have to go upstairs to take a look."

"Which building do you live in?" Song Jingshen asked as he looked through the front windshield for Zhu Yu's Focus, but couldn't find it.

This community has the barracks-style layout that was popular in the past. The buildings look similar, and the numbers are written on the sides in red paint.

"Don't ask anymore." Wen Qing recovered her breath, but her voice was still a little weak. "It's better not to come here again in the future. It's not convenient for you to park... It's not a good influence either."

"Why is it a bad influence?" Song Jingshen retracted his gaze and stared at him with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

"No one here knows about us." Wen Qing looked straight ahead. The dizziness gradually dissipated and the scene in front of her eyes gradually became clear.

"Is there anything you're afraid of others knowing?" Song Jingshen looked at her profile and asked with a faint smile, "What did I do to you?"

"I'm not talking about you," Wen Qing blushed, and suddenly felt at a loss for words, "I'm talking about my aunt. No one here knows that she was once someone else's...mistress, and no one knows who Jing Long's father is."

Song Jingshen snorted and laughed: "Then how do you explain to them where your uncle went?"

Wen Qing lowered her head and pursed her lips, silently ignoring this question, and talked about another matter: "By the way, Jing Long has transferred to another kindergarten. The original principal said that he wanted to refund the fees. I don't have the account of housekeeper Yu, so I asked them to transfer the money here first."

She took out a bank card from the small bag on her shoulder and gently placed it next to his hand: "Please give it to Butler Yu... It's okay if you don't give it to him. It will be the same if I tell him."

Song Jingshen looked at her steadily: "Can you calculate it so clearly?"

Wen Qing hummed, and said nothing more. She lowered her head slightly, her neck bent into a flexible curve, her expression as calm as a lake.

"Where did it go?" Song Jingshen suddenly became a little annoyed. He took out a cigarette from the storage box, paused, and put it back.

"It's a public park, not far from here." Wen Qing glanced at him and gently opened the car door. "I have to go. It's almost time to pick up Jing Long."

"Is this how you're going to live your life from now on? Picking people up and dropping them off every day, and working as a part-time babysitter?" The man glanced over with a dark, condescending look of questioning.

"I won't delay the project team's work." She jumped out of the car lightly, holding her hands on the outside of the car door, like a butterfly about to fly away, "Thank you, Mr. Song, goodbye."

She thanked him and said goodbye, which caught Song Jingshen off guard. When he was about to catch her saying something, she had already closed the car door, turned around and walked into the alley between the buildings. Suddenly, she turned a corner and disappeared from his sight.

Song Jingshen finally lit up the cigarette, took a puff, and then extinguished it as if to vent his anger. He turned his eyes to the alley where she disappeared, thought for a while, and made a decision in an instant.

Wen Qing walked through the alley for a few minutes and turned into an ordinary residential building. She climbed to the second floor in one breath, took out her key and opened the door.

When she brought the luggage over at noon, she gave Zhu Yu a set of spare keys, so this time Zhu Yu entered the house with ease, and now he and Jiang Xueming had almost finished moving the luggage.

Wen Qing hardly intervened, feeling very apologetic, and insisted on treating them both to dinner.

Zhu Yu waved his hand and said, "The luggage will be moved in a short while. Putting things away is the most important thing. You have a lot to do!"

Jiang Xueming echoed, "If you really want to treat me to a meal, why not wait until the day Zhao Jin moves into his new house and show off your skills? It's only a few days away anyway, so this way it's more efficient."

Seeing that they were determined to leave, Wen Qing knew in her heart that they all had things to do, so she did not try to keep them.

Seeing that Zhu Yu and the others were really leaving, Zhou Wen quickly took out a set of unopened facial cream from her suitcase and insisted on giving it to Zhu Yu.

When Zhu Yu saw the face cream, surprise flashed in her eyes: "This is too expensive! I can't accept it." She refused again and again.

"Take it, take it!" Zhou Wen insisted on stuffing it into her hands. "I don't have anything else, just don't despise it."

"Oh my god!" Zhu Yu laughed, "How can I despise a high-end face cream? One bottle is enough to cover my living expenses for several months!"

Zhu Yu's unintentional words made Zhou Wen embarrassed and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"I told you to take it, so take it." Jiang Xueming took the cream from Zhu Yu and put it into the backpack she was carrying with her. She smiled and said, "If you don't use it, I will. It's a rare experience, so don't miss it."

Wen Qing gave Jiang Xueming a grateful glance, then looked at Zhu Yu: "That's right, Senior Sister, please don't delay Senior Brother Jiang from experiencing life."

Zhu Yu smiled when he heard this, thanked Zhou Wen solemnly, and accepted it happily.

After seeing off the senior brothers and sisters, Wen Qing turned around and went into the bedroom. This house was an old-fashioned two-bedroom, one-living room apartment. It didn't have a north-south living room, but it had two bedrooms facing the sun.

Wen Qing was very satisfied with this and insisted on arranging the larger bedroom for her aunt to live in.

This bedroom is connected to the balcony, so the lighting is excellent. In the middle of the room is a large bed left by a tenant, and next to the bed is a dark brown solid wood chest of drawers, which can hold a lot of clothes.

Wen Qing asked Zhou Wen to rest outside, and she dragged a long mattress out of the woven bag and dragged it onto the bed.

Seeing her struggling to drag the mattress, Zhou Wen couldn't wait to help. After a long time, the two finally put the mattress on the bed.

Zhou Wen was already panting with exhaustion, and she leaned on the sofa in the living room to catch her breath. Wen Qing immediately took out the sheets and quilt covers, and after a lot of hard work, she made the bed.

She turned to the living room and called her aunt to go to bed, but found Zhou Wen lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, looking like she was asleep!

Wen Qing was shocked. It had only been a short while and her aunt was already so tired. It was obvious how weak her body was.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Qing decided not to disturb her rest. She quietly went back to the bedroom, got a thin blanket, and gently draped it over her aunt.

The afterglow of the setting sun poured in through the window, dyeing Zhou Wen's face with a warm light orange color, which looked very comfortable. Looking at her aunt's peaceful sleeping face, Wen Qing felt more and more that moving out of the Song family was the right choice.

Having fine clothes and delicious food does not necessarily mean a peaceful life. As long as you live with peace of mind, even if you live in poverty, you will be happy and stable.