The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing walked in from the entrance and found that this place was more like an art gallery than a hotel. The decoration and furnishings were antique, and the corridors connected to a small pond. Surrounding the pond were private private rooms. The whole space was elegant and clean, without any of the fireworks in ordinary hotels.

It was already late autumn outside, but the pond here was full of lotus flowers, and the water vapor was thick, like a fairy or mist. A dozen colorful carps were swimming among the lotus leaves, which had some of the charm of ancient Yuefu fish playing among the lotus leaves. Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that there was such a world inside an old wooden door that looked plain.

As soon as Song Jingshen arrived here, he was like a fish entering the sea, swimming freely. Although there were not many people in the hotel, most people who saw him would wave to him and exchange a few words. He had a good demeanor and a steady and humorous conversation. In addition, he had a smooth and smooth manner honed by years of ups and downs in the business world, so it was hard not to attract others' favor.

Wen Qing followed him silently, standing with her head down most of the time, intent on playing the role of a silent, blank background, until she walked into a private room, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

The private room is elegantly decorated, with a few plates of snacks on an eight-immortal table, two high-back chairs facing each other beside the table, and a plain carpet on the floor, which makes no sound when you step on it. The private room is not completely closed. If you sit at the table and turn your head slightly, you can enjoy the fairyland-like view of the pond through the small carved window. There is also a small door next to the window, which is connected to the corridor behind the pond. If you push the door out, you can avoid the diners and enjoy the clear water channel on the other side of the pond.

"Do you want to go out and play? You can feed the fish over there." Song Jingshen took her hand and walked towards the small door.

Wen Qing had no intention of enjoying the scenery. She shook her head and said, "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Song Jingshen pressed the bell on the table, "Wait for the waiter to come and order the food."

Wen Qing shook her head again: "I don't care, you order." Before the dishes were served, people were already losing interest. She thought for a moment and said: "If it's convenient, order some dishes that are served quickly."

"Are you here to spoil the fun on purpose?" Song Jingshen glanced at her, reported a few dishes to the waiter who came into the room, and asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

“…I think so.” She didn’t know. She had lived in the north since she was young, her family was poor, and she rarely went out to eat. She had experienced how spicy food could be, so who knew if she could handle spicy food?

Song Jingshen paused and said, "Then try more. You can't just eat North City food all your life."

The waiter standing nearby seemed to be very familiar with him. He chuckled and said, "Mr. Xiao Song's words are really funny. This young lady is so young, how could she only eat one kind of food for her whole life?"

"You don't know, she is very loyal." Song Jingshen said with a smile, "Not only when it comes to food, but she is also single-minded in everything she sets her mind to, and you can't stop her."

Feeling Wen Qing's unhappy gaze, he suppressed his smile and said with a half-smile: "It's good this way. They have a small appetite and low desires, so they are easier to feed."

"What's wrong with Jingshen? Since when did you have to save money even for supporting a woman?" There was a sound of talking and laughing at the door. Looking in the direction of the sound, a young man was leaning against the door of the box, looking at Wen Qing.

"Eh? Isn't this your... little relative from North City?" The man looked at Wen Qing, but spoke to Song Jingshen. "I haven't seen you for a while. You're getting prettier. Your eyes are like those of a bewitching soul...but you're too thin. Don't just enjoy yourself. You need to give her some nutrition."

"Say less and stop scaring her." Song Jingshen knew it was Fang Ziming without looking back, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you free today? Don't you have to accompany your group of sisters?"

"What sister?" Fang Ziming said with a smile, "They are just a bunch of girls who can be fucked for money. But you..." He glanced at Wen Qing and smiled obscenely, "You finally found a real sister. How is it? Is it exciting? She calls you brother in bed too?"

Creak... The small door next to the carved window made a sound, and a slender figure hid out. When Fang Ziming came to his senses, there was only an empty high-backed chair opposite him.

"Hey, who did you find here? He has such a bad temper?" Fang Ziming opened his mouth in surprise, and then questioned Song Jingshen's ability, "You haven't even dealt with the person, and you brought him here?"

"Shut your mouth and get out!" Song Jingshen shouted in a low voice, pushed Fang Ziming out of the box, and turned to look for him outside the small door.

The corridor facing the water outside the small door was inlaid with a circle of white marble railings. Wen Qing was leaning on the railing at the moment, staring at the clear canal water below the corridor in a trance. Her hands holding the railing had white fingertips. When she got closer, she saw that even her shoulders and back were stiff.

"Are you angry?" He walked around behind her, put his two big hands on hers, and held her in his arms. "Don't bother with a good-for-nothing like that. It's not worth it."

"I'm not as good as a good-for-nothing. A good-for-nothing can drink and eat, and has some uses, but I'm not like that," Wen Qing sniffed and hummed, "I'm just a... toy for people to amuse themselves."

The word "thing" was like a feather, gently scratching his heart, making Song Jingshen's breathing heavier and his heart itchy.

"Who said that? You're clearly a darling." He sighed softly, turned his head, took her earlobe in his mouth, and bit it gently.

"Don't..." The hot flash on her ears spread instantly, all the way down her back, and her legs became weak. Wen Qing hated herself for not living up to her expectations. Why was it always like this? She was so easily manipulated?

She twisted her body to avoid them, and the kisses fell into her neck again, dense and dense like a summer rainstorm. Wen Qing felt like she was drowning.

Fortunately, the rainstorm suddenly stopped, and the man breathed heavily on her face: "Come to my place after dinner. Okay?"

"No, I want to go home." Wen Qing insisted with a trembling voice, "If I don't go back, my aunt will call the police."

Song Jingshen laughed: "Then let her report it and arrest Gu Huaiyuan."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing broke free from his hand and turned away.

"Where are you going?" He grabbed her and held her in his arms - looking from above, her nose was straight and the tip of her nose was almost transparent, her lips were slightly pouty and rosy like a petal - the more the man looked at her, the more uneasy he became.

"I'll wait for you in the alley behind your house at 4pm on Saturday." He saw her about to shake her head again and reminded her, "Unless you want Gu Huaiyuan to pack up and leave."

"I don't have time on Saturday because I have to tutor." Wen Qing whispered, "I have missed a lot of classes recently."

"Then make some time for it." Song Jingshen said, "Tell me if you need money, don't force yourself. I don't mind feeding two more mouths."

Wen Qing stiffened her neck, her voice trembling slightly: "I don't need you to support me. The money is enough."

"How much money is enough?" Song Jingshen chuckled, "The scholarship is 10, and the tutoring fee is to per month. Apart from these, what else do you have? Are Zhou Wen's second-hand bags easy to sell?"

Wen Qing looked up at him, her face showing trepidation: "Can't second-hand bags be sold? I checked, and according to the law, those bags are gifts and can be disposed of at will..."

Song Jingshen looked at her expressionlessly until he almost made her feel mad, then he said coldly: "You're still selling second-hand bags after following me, who are you competing with?"

"I'm not with you for money, and I never feel like I'm short of money. I'm used to being poor, and I know how to live without money. I just hope you can keep your promise and stop implicate irrelevant people." Wen Qing said softly, "We'll have to go our separate ways sooner or later, so it's better for me to stay the same. I hope you can understand."