The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing and Gu Huaiyuan rushed to the kindergarten just in time for the children to get out of school.

The public kindergarten finishes school early, and most of the people waiting at the gate to pick up their children are elderly people, most of whom seem to live nearby. Bicycles and electric tricycles are parked closely on both sides of the gate, filling up the parking spaces.

Gu Huaiyuan walked around half the intersection before finding a parking space. After parking the car, he walked to the kindergarten gate with Wen Qing.

"Pick-up and drop-off will be a hassle in the future. What are you going to do?" Gu Huaiyuan seemed to be asking for Wen Qing's opinion, but he actually already had the answer in his mind.

The housekeeping company has a special service for picking up and dropping off children, and he can also drive over to help in bad weather such as rain or snow. But he didn't say these words. He was waiting for Wen Qing's opinion - behind Wen Qing's opinion was Zhou Wen's thoughts.

In fact, Wen Qing had been worrying about this for a long time. On the day Jing Long was transferred to another kindergarten, the principal of the private kindergarten mentioned the strict pick-up and drop-off times in public kindergartens, which was a big trouble for families without elderly people to help.

Wen Qing thought about hiring a housekeeper, but she felt that Jing Long had just transferred to another kindergarten, and she was worried that he would resist going home with a stranger he had never met before.

In addition, money was also a reason. She had just brought her aunt and Jing Long out of the Song family, which was equivalent to setting up a new family.

A family is an independent economic unit, with income and expenditure considerations everywhere. For Wen Qing, a girl who has just become an adult, this is a bit difficult.

Wen Qing is not a stingy person with money, but her savings are limited at the moment, and her future expenses are visibly increasing.

Rent, water and electricity bills, living expenses, Jinglong's education expenses, her aunt's medicine and rehabilitation treatment expenses - every single item went through her mind, and she had to think over and over again before spending money.

So, when Song Jingshen suggested asking Butler Yu for help, she was really shaken for a moment. She felt like a snake that had been hit at its weakest point and was almost controlled by him again.

But she knew very well that she couldn't let go of this matter. Otherwise, if she took a step back, she would retreat step by step and soon she would be at the mercy of the Song family, making this trip a joke.

If it really came to that, not only would my aunt lose face, but Wen Qing herself would also not be able to hold her head up.

It was also based on this point that Wen Qing did not mention Song Jingshen's suggestion to her aunt at all, so as not to add unnecessary pressure to her and embarrass her.

The autumn wind was getting stronger, gradually turning the plane trees on the roadside yellow. A few scorched and dry leaves hung on the branches. When the wind blew, they swayed like small boats and fell down.

The weather was getting a little cold. Wen Qing turned up the collar of her sports jacket, tightened her arms, and quickly followed Gu Huaiyuan's pace.

"I have discussed this matter with my aunt. If it doesn't work out, I will bring my grandma over from North City." Wen Qing's voice trembled with coldness.

Gu Huaiyuan unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it on her: "This is also a solution, but it will be hard for the old man."

The coat had a fresh pine scent, just as pleasant as the scent in his car, but the difference was that the coat also had his body temperature.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and her face became hot. She lowered her head and said, "Yes, my grandma will have to work hard."

The aunt also felt guilty about this, but Wen Qing believed that grandma would not object to this. After all, coming to Jiangcheng would allow her to live with her relatives. What could be more stable and secure than this?

At this time, a crisp whistle sounded from the kindergarten, and the teachers led the children in their respective classes to line up and line up in the yard like little soldiers.

Wen Qing hurriedly leaned forward to take a closer look and found that public kindergartens were indeed a little different. The number of children in the class was generally more than that in private kindergartens, and the teachers' attitudes were also a little more serious.

The children wore the same orange uniform and stood in neat rows. Their postures and attire were not as varied as those in private kindergartens.

Wen Qing quickly scanned the small queue in the yard, looking for Jing Long. Soon, a little boy wearing Nike sneakers and standing with his head held high emerged from the queue - it was Jing Long!

How did he get out of the team?

Wen Qing took a closer look and found that he was the one who had secretly stood on tiptoe, and was now looking back and forth at the gate with his eyes darting around - he was also looking for her.

Wen Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing and waved at him from a distance. Jing Long saw it at a glance, shouted "Sister" loudly, and then looked at the teacher anxiously, hoping that the class would be over soon.

"It seems that he has adapted well." Gu Huaiyuan walked closer and said with a smile.

Wen Qing hummed, and felt relieved, but at the same time, she felt a little uneasy, as if she was nervous and excited.

She glanced at Gu Huaiyuan silently. At this moment, his eyes were all on Jing Long. His eyes were soft and deep, which made his eyebrows and eyes look more clear and gentle.

As if he felt her gaze, he subconsciously looked back, and saw her staring at him blankly, and he couldn't help but smile faintly.

Wen Qing shuddered, and her heart felt like apricot blossoms and a light rain brushing over it, warm and soft. She pursed her lips and smiled, her fingers pinching the cuffs of his suit that he was wearing on her, and she said nothing more.

But when her smile was transmitted to Song Jingshen's mobile phone, it caused quite a stir.

"Did you send someone to follow Gu Huaiyuan?" After seeing the photo, Song Jingshen called Jing Huai.

"Yeah, how about it, is it more professional than last time? The smile lines at the corners of her mouth are clearly visible, she is so beautiful to the core." Jing Huai was working out, and he left his personal trainer in the middle to answer the phone, still a little out of breath.

"You don't have to follow him," Song Jingshen stood in a reception room in the East House, with servants beside him who were following the housekeeper to look for things, "He is not worthy of your attention."

"What about you? Don't you also care about Wen Qing?" Jing Huai chuckled and said lazily, "In my opinion, she doesn't need your concern. She just left the Song family and now she's attached to the Gu family. Maybe she knows that Gu Huaiyuan has shares in Jingshen Technology, so..."

"Don't worry about her." Song Jingshen's face was gloomy and his tone was unfriendly. "Tell your people to delete the photos. Otherwise, whoever leaked it will be held accountable."

Jing Huai laughed angrily: "Brother, are you confused? What happened to you with the photo? I'm not anxious, why are you anxious?"

"Why are you calling me when there's no hurry?" Song Jingshen said, "Aren't you just counting on me to take action so that you can free up Gu Huaiyuan for you?"

"Then why don't you do something about it..." Having his thoughts exposed, Jing Huai started to act like a spoiled child to his brother, "If you don't do something, she'll go to sleep at Gu's house."

"What nonsense!" Song Jingshen frowned.

"You don't know where she moved to, right? The old staff dormitory of F University, the one behind Gu Huaiyuan's house. They can see each other by just opening the window!" Jing Huai was so angry that he said something without thinking, "Humph, she even took care of the child for her. I don't know what's going on. Are they going to leave home together as a couple?"

Jing Huai finished speaking in one breath, but he didn't get the expected response. After calling "Hello" several times, he heard a low voice coming from the microphone:

"Which building does she live in?"