The green camphor tree has a deep view

After saying these words, Wen Qing felt much better. Some things should be said as soon as possible. She was not a troublemaker, but she would not hold back on important matters.

But the other person's reaction was a little strange. He looked at her in silence for a while, and suddenly patted her on the buttocks: "Let's eat first."

Wen Qing was frightened by him. She turned around and glared at him, her face red all the way to her neck.

"Why don't you leave? Wait for me to hug you?" Seeing that she was standing there motionless, Song Jingshen stepped forward, put his arms around her waist, and stretched one hand towards her knees.

Wen Qing jumped away in a hurry, squeezed through the gap between him and the railing, and ran towards the small door of the box.

The slender body jumped out of his hands, and the man's heart was shaken. He looked at her back and smiled.

In the private room, the eight-immortal table had already been served with four dishes and a soup, as well as a few small cold dishes, perfect for two people. Wen Qing sat at the table and looked at the dishes, all of which she had only seen in documentaries. There was only one cold dish of pickled pepper and drunken crab that she had eaten before, and that was at Old Lady Song's birthday party.

She glanced at Song Jingshen and it seemed that he liked to eat drunken crabs.

"Why are you looking at me? Pick up your chopsticks." After the man sat down, he wiped his hands with a towel placed beside him, picked up the serving chopsticks and picked up a piece of greens for Wen Qing, "Eat some vegetables first, little white rabbit."

"I'm not..." She protested weakly, refusing to be addressed as a pet, and even less used to his doting tone.

"Why not? He ran away as soon as I caught him, and even jumped and danced." He smiled and pointed at the vegetables in her bowl, "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Wen Qing picked up the vegetable and just as she put it in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

It turns out that vegetables can be made to taste like this, fresh and fragrant, not inferior to fish, but without losing the crispness of vegetables.

She couldn't help but eat a few more bites, paying attention to the seasoning in the dish while wondering how the dish was made.

Song Jingshen didn't pick up any more food for her. He first ate the rice in the bowl with the drunken crab, then served himself a bowl of soup. After drinking a few sips of the soup, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating seriously.

He ate quite fast, but his eating manner was far from as leisurely and elegant as that at the old lady's birthday party. It seemed that he was hungry.

Wen Qing saw this and silently quickened her pace - it was better to finish eating early and leave early, as there was still a pile of luggage to pack at home.

"Eat slowly, I can wait for you." Song Jingshen said, "There is no traffic jam at night, so it won't take time on the road. You can go to Guangyu on the way."

When Wen Qing heard the word "Guangyu", she choked immediately and took a few sips of water before she recovered. She felt uncomfortable with the choking and her eyes were misty.

"Why are you going there?" she asked hastily, regardless of the sore throat.

"Didn't Jing Long ask for a mecha?" Song Jingshen glanced at her. "It's not like you haven't lived in my place before. Why are you so nervous?"

"How do you know..." Wen Qing stared at him in a daze, a chill running up her spine.

When Jing Long asked her for the mecha, they were still in Gu Huaiyuan's car. At that time, she sat in the back seat with Jing Long and explained to him for a long time why it was inconvenient to go to Song Jingshen's apartment to play with the mecha, but Jing Long didn't buy it.

"I don't care! You two made a promise with me that you can go anytime."

"What mecha?" Gu Huaiyuan asked.

"This is a small device made from discarded experimental products. I've seen it at Song Jingshen's place. Jing Long likes to play with it very much."

Gu Huaiyuan smiled and said, "This kind of thing is not easy to find."

"It's just waste from a failed experiment. There's plenty of it in the lab." Wen Qing didn't think it was anything special. It was just that Jing Long had never seen it before, so he thought it was new.

"It's not hard to find discarded items, but it's rare to have the ingenuity and hands-on ability to transform them," said Gu Huaiyuan. "Jing Shen has loved making various models since he was a child, and he has even assembled a remote-controlled miniature sports car, for which he has won many awards. For him, these are just entertainment in his spare time, but for others, they are enough to make a subject."

"Wow! It turns out my brother is so good. I want to learn from him and learn how to make models!" Jing Long said while pulling Wen Qing's sleeve, "Let's go to his house to learn together, okay?"

"Let's talk about it when I have time." Wen Qing advised, "I have to go home and pack my things today. I have to take your mother to the rehabilitation center for rehabilitation in a few days."

"Well..." Jing Long said dejectedly, "It would be great if my brother's mecha could be brought to our house."

Wen Qing didn't say anything, thinking, your brother might have forgotten about this matter a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingshen not only did not forget, but also remembered their conversation in Gu Huaiyuan's car clearly!

"You... are eavesdropping on us?" Wen Qing widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"Why are I monitoring you? I'm just concerned about my uncle." Song Jingshen said disapprovingly, "Besides, I'm not the only one who cares about him."

"You...you guys..." Wen Qing's cheeks flushed with excitement, "You can't do this, it's illegal!"

"If that's what you mean, my car has been installed with GPS, who should I look for?" Song Jingshen said, "Do you know Yin Xiaoxiao?"

Wen Qing nodded, not knowing why he mentioned this person.

"Her father is a commercial spy sent to Jingshen Technology by Song Weiming. He also copied professional data in the laboratory. Those are all trade secrets." Song Jingshen recounted the past calmly.

"Then... did you call the police?" Wen Qing looked worried. She had heard from Yin Xiaoxiao that Yin Tongcheng was Song Weiming's confidant, and she also knew that Yin Tongcheng and Song Jingshen had an average relationship, but she never expected that Song Weiming would plot against his own son like this.

Tiger poison doesn’t even eat seeds!

"What's the point of calling the police? If we go through legal procedures and pry Yin Tongcheng away, he will come up with other shady tricks. It's better to take advantage of his own tricks..."

Song Jingshen suddenly stopped talking and just looked at Wen Qing with a pair of deep eyes, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

Wen Qing wanted to ask him how he managed to take advantage of the situation, but she held the words back.

The intrigues within the wealthy families had nothing to do with her, and she was in no position to care.

"Then you shouldn't eavesdrop..." Wen Qing still minded that he had heard what she said in private.

"I overheard it accidentally. I can't turn back time and plug my ears in advance." He smiled, "Besides, since Jing Long likes those things, I can't force him to stay for your sake."

"Give me face?" Wen Qing found it funny. "What face do I have?"

"After all, you are my follower, so I have to give you a gift." He glanced at her, "With your temper, if I give you something, will you accept it?"

"..." She really didn't want it. If it wasn't for Jing Long, she wouldn't have remembered the devices in his room at all.

"Come to my place tonight and pick whichever you want."

"Why don't we wait until next time? I'll take Jing Long with me and let him choose by himself." Wen Qing didn't want to stay in that apartment alone with him anymore. The last experience was ridiculous enough, and she didn't want to go through it again.

"Do you have a psychological trauma?" He looked at her with an unprecedented seriousness. "I was impulsive last time. I won't do it again in the future."

No more? Wen Qing didn't believe his lies, but she didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

She wiped the corners of her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and said softly, "I'm done. Thank you for the treat. I'll treat you next time."

"What are you treating me to?" The man smiled blatantly, "As long as you treat me, I will eat to my heart's content."