The green camphor tree has a deep view

As night fell, a black G-Class was driving on the streets of the downtown area. The red traffic light in front came on, and Song Jingshen stepped on the brake lightly and pressed the window.

As fresh air rushed in, he held up a cigarette and turned his head to ask the girl in the back row, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind." The girl replied softly, absent-mindedly.

Song Jingshen leaned back in his seat, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and looked towards the rearview mirror. In the mirror, the girl was lying by the car window, her eyes full of neon lights.

What is so beautiful?

Song Jingshen turned his head and saw Guangyu's building standing on the street, eclipsing most of the storefronts on the street.

"Like this house?" he asked.

"No... just take a look." Wen Qing quickly retracted her gaze and sat back in her original position.

The back seat was spacious and she sat leaning back like a little white rabbit curled up in its nest.

"The biggest advantage of Guangyu is safety, and the only disadvantage is that it is expensive."

"It's expensive for a reason." Wen Qing said calmly, looking out the window again. How great would it be if she could bring her grandma over? She missed her grandma's fish soup.

"With Miss Wen's ability, she will be able to move in soon." Song Jingshen said casually, "As long as you are willing to take the risk."

"I can't risk it." Wen Qing retorted, "I don't have to live here. There are plenty of good houses in Jiangcheng. What's important is to live comfortably and with peace of mind."

Song Jingshen smiled and said nothing more.

The red light ahead flashed a few times, then went out, and the green light came on, and an urgent whistle sounded behind my head.

Song Jingshen came back to his senses and put away the cigarette in his hand. The car moved slowly along with the flow of traffic. There were many cars on the road, which made the road seem very narrow. It was not until near F that it became a little loose.

When the car stopped downstairs of the girls' dormitory, it was already past ten o'clock. The dormitory manager didn't leave the door open, and no one answered the phone. Wen Qing was worried for a moment.

"Send you to the study room?" Song Jingshen asked.

"No." Wen Qing felt like she was pricked by a needle when she heard about the study room. "I'd better get off the bus and wait for the dormitory manager to open the door. Thank you for taking me back."

She reached out to push the car door, but heard a slight "click" and the door was locked.

"Even if you get off the car, I can't leave. You're a girl, I can't bear any consequences if something happens to you. How about coming with me to Guangyu?" Song Jingshen said with a smile, "It's on my way."

"I'm not going! I want to get off the car." Wen Qing held the door handle, "I'm going to wait at the dormitory entrance. Auntie should be out checking the dormitories and will be back soon..."

"Don't make any noise, let me sleep for a while." Song Jingshen laid down his chair, closed his eyes, and said, "Call me when Auntie answers the phone."

After a while, the sound of gentle breathing came from the seat. Wen Qing looked at his sleeping face lying on his side, feeling speechless.

The door lock switch was on his left. Wen Qing searched the car and found a cell phone selfie stand behind the seat. She held one end of the stand and slowly extended the pole to the front seat...

"Click", the lock opened!

Wen Qing threw away the pole and rushed out of the car, but before she could leave her seat, she was thrown back hard.

"Ah!" Wen Qing felt dizzy from the fall and felt a burning pain in her legs. She barely raised her head and bumped into a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"What are you doing?" Song Jingshen grabbed her knees and dragged her into the car again. "If you try to push it out, the car will call the police."

"I want to get off the car..." He hurt her so much! Wen Qing frowned, "I won't bang the door anymore, please let me go."

Song Jingshen then realized that he was still holding her leg in his hand. He loosened his hand, looked at the softness in his palm and quickly pulled it away, and couldn't help laughing:

"What kind of fun are you having? You were screaming so loudly just now, and now you're rubbing against each other. If anyone outside sees you, they'll think you're having sex in the car."

"You..." Wen Qing was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry, but she quickly held back her tears: "Why don't you just let me get off the car? You don't have to worry about anything that happens!"

Song Jingshen ignored her and started making the call.

"Hello? Director Zhao, sorry to bother you. I came to the school to see someone off, and the dorm manager wasn't here, so I thought of you... The building number is..."

Wen Qing said softly: "A05."

"A05." He teased casually, "What girlfriend? Can I get my girlfriend back?" He glanced at her as he spoke. Wen Qing immediately turned her face away, revealing a part of her red neck.

After he hung up the phone, Wen Qing hurriedly thanked him and pushed the door open to get out. As soon as she closed the door, she saw Song Jingshen also got out of the car.

"What's the hurry? I have something important to discuss." He strode around the front of the car and walked in front of her.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qing took a half step back, avoiding his gaze.

"You'd better not accept Qi Fan's tutoring job."

"Why?" Wen Qing looked up at him, tears in her eyes spreading out in the night.

Song Jingshen only felt a tide surging through his heart. After the tide, the warm sand dunes rose softly, making him want to sink into them and crush them in every way.

He became irritated and said in a more serious tone, "What do you think? Qi Fan looked like that today. Don't you know why he came here?"

Wen Qing lowered her head, and the scene of Qi Fan staring at her and drinking the drink was still vivid in her mind.

Many of the boys she taught liked her. Compared with those boys, Qi Fan had nothing special except that his family was rich. She was confident that she could handle it well.

"I know." Wen Qing calmed down and looked at Song Jingshen, "Wouldn't it be better if he liked math because he liked me?"

"Miss Wen is very generous." Song Jingshen chuckled, "I know who Qi Fan is better than you. He probably likes studying your body more than mathematics."

Wen Qing was so angry that she couldn't speak, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm curious about one thing," Song Jingshen leaned over and looked at her with burning eyes, "For the sake of money, how far can Miss Wen go? Or have you been waiting for this opportunity? Qi Fan is the only child of the Qi family, and Miss Wen has made a good calculation."

Wen Qing looked at him in astonishment, not daring to imagine that he would say such a thing. When she was about to refute, Song Jingshen pressed forward, their breaths intertwined, the faint smell of cigarettes filled the air, and his lips were almost touching the tip of her nose.

Wen Qing's head swelled up like a balloon, and blood rushed to her body. She subconsciously wanted to run away, but her legs and feet went limp, and she suddenly crashed into the stone wall behind her. The uneven stones hurt her back, and the tears that she had managed to hold back finally slid down her cheeks.

"I will reject the Qi family tomorrow, is that okay?"

"It's too late." Song Jingshen was unmoved. "If we refuse now, even if Qi Fan agrees, Qi Pengju will not agree."

"I'll introduce him to other tutors." Wen Qing wiped away her tears and tried to calm down. "There are many classmates who are tutors, both boys and girls."

"Do you think they just want a tutor?" The man straightened up slightly, put his hands on her slender waist, and used a little force to move her away from the stone wall.

"Qi Pengju never does anything without profit. He wants to use you to get close to Zhou Wen, and then to Song Weiming... and perhaps Gu Huaiyuan."

"Why bother? Isn't Qi Fan's mother...Mr. Song's sister?"

"Oh, my second aunt's bad temper..." Song Jingshen said disdainfully, "If you want to climb up, you either have to be strong or weak. Qi Pengju has no ability, but fortunately he is weak enough. If you give him some benefits, he will work like a dog. Song Weizhi is not the same. He has no ability, but he has a bad temper."

"Ms. Wen," he lowered his eyes and looked at her, condescendingly, "soft or hard, which one do you have?"

Why does it always come down to her?

Wen Qing tried to steady her voice: "I don't take any of them."

"In my opinion, Miss Wen has at least one of them." The man stroked her lower back calmly, as if he was playing with a fine jade ruyi.

The Ruyi in front of her was alive, fragrant and soft. A gentle touch made her skin tremble and her breathing unstable. When she kneaded it again, she actually had tears in her eyes, which were about to fall.

The man's heart surged. He leaned over to her ear and praised her hoarsely, "Your waist is so soft."