The green camphor tree has a deep view

After living in the staff dormitory area of ​​F University for a while, Zhou Wen gradually adapted to the pace of life here.

Most of the people living here are elderly, but there are very few faculty and staff of F University. Apart from the elderly couples who bought second-hand houses for retirement, there are young people from other places who rent houses. Judging from their daily clothing and living habits, the economic conditions of most residents in the community are rather embarrassing. According to the wealth standards popular on the Internet, they can only enjoy free access to the vegetable market at most.

Wen Qing was not stingy in buying ingredients. She was a good cook and always felt that buying fresh ingredients and cooking them herself was the most cost-effective and scientific way of life. Therefore, she always kept the small refrigerator left by the Luo family full.

Since she started renting here, she basically didn't go back to the school dormitory. She cooked and ate here every night. After cleaning up, she would take Jing Long to wash and bathe, until she sent him to the big bed in the master bedroom and listened to Zhou Wen's stories. Then she would go back to the restaurant to complete her studies and data processing work on the project.

A house with two bedrooms and one living room does not have an independent study room. Fortunately, the dining table can be used for multiple purposes. It can be used to place food when eating, to make pasta when cooking, and as a desk when there is no need to prepare food.

Wen Qing placed her laptop in place, plugged it in, connected it to her cell phone's hotspot, and began to work intently.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Qing glanced at the time in the lower right corner of her notebook. It was already past nine in the evening. Who could come at this time?

She suddenly became nervous, and thought of the person who was the most inappropriate to be here, but quickly denied it: He went to Shenzhen to attend a product exchange meeting today, and would be back at the earliest tomorrow afternoon.

When she realized that it couldn't be him, Wen Qing immediately relaxed a lot and her movements became much calmer.

"Who is it?" she asked, looking through the "peephole" on the door. She was stunned by what she saw.

"I am Jing Long's second aunt." Song Weizi was standing outside the door.

Wen Qing turned around to remind Zhou Wen and her son that Song Weizi was coming to visit, then she returned to the door and slowly opened it.

Song Weizhi was wearing a classic Burberry checkered trench coat and a pair of black lambskin ankle boots. As soon as he entered the house, he frowned and looked around: "You live here?"

When Wen Qing saw her face, she felt a burning pain on her face. She said "hmm" and bent down to get her a pair of slippers.

Song Weizi lowered his head to glance at the pair of plastic slippers, hummed in his throat, strode into the house, and pretended not to see anything.

Wen Qing picked up her shoes awkwardly, put them back in the shoe cabinet, turned around and closed the door. She saw Song Weizi walking around the living room, as if he couldn't find a place to sit down, so he simply went back to the door and sat down in the dining chair where Wen Qing had just sat.

On the table was Wen Qing's laptop, and next to the computer were her class notes and homework, with densely packed formulas, theorems and exercises listed on them. Song Weizi took a look and frowned again.

"Are you really living here?" She asked Xiang Wenqing.

Wen Qing had to answer, but she really didn't want to say more. She just said "hmm" and stopped talking.

Song Weizhi nodded and said blankly: "Depth of Field can really do it..."

At this moment, Zhou Wen came out of the master bedroom and saw Song Weizhi. She smiled uncomfortably and greeted him, "Second Aunt is here."

A small figure followed behind her. It was Jing Long. He felt a little sleepy and asked with a yawn, "Is Second Aunt here to pick a fight with Sister again?"

Wen Qing felt embarrassed and a little amused, and whispered to Jing Long, "Go back to bed quickly, you have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

Jing Long glanced at Song Weizhi, who had an indifferent expression, and felt a little unsafe, but he had no choice but to say to Wen Qing: "My brother is not here today, you should be careful, and if it doesn't work, just grab some weapons."

Zhou Wen looked puzzled, while Song Weizhi's face turned red and white, and he was embarrassed for a moment. Wen Qing knew that Jing Long was afraid that the farce of being beaten on the day of the funeral would happen again, so she smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, your second aunt is not here to beat anyone today."

"Yeah, Cousin Qi Fan is not here today, so she should be more normal."

"Jing Long! Go to bed." Zhou Wen urged him as she led him back to the bed in the master bedroom and soothed him to sleep.

Song Weizhi had a look of anger on his face, and he sat in the dining chair with his shoulders stiff, feeling very embarrassed. Wen Qing took the opportunity to pour a cup of hot water and put it next to her, and then put away the computer and books to avoid being affected.

"No need to clean up, I'm not that unreasonable." Song Weizhi looked at Wen Qing and said in a gentle tone, "Qi Fan has been in a bad mood recently, and wants to ask you for tutoring. I'll give you three times the price, one-on-one."

Wen Qing shook her head and refused without a second thought: "I'm not suitable. I'll introduce other classmates to him."

"I was wrong last time." Song Weizi apologized with difficulty, her face was not looking good, but for the sake of her son's future, she had to admit it. "I thought you seduced Qi Fan at that time, but later I found out that it was not the case." She looked around the restaurant again, "A girl who wants to curry favor with Qi Fan will not stay in a place like this."

"It doesn't matter where I live," Jing Long was about to go to sleep, Wen Qing lowered her voice, but her tone was as calm as the autumn wind, "I can't avoid eating and forget about being beaten."

Song Weizi didn't want to argue any further and just wanted to finalize the matter: "The price will be quadrupled, that's it. It just so happens that you are short of money now."

"I'm not short of money anymore." Wen Qing looked at her, with a hint of provocation in her eyes under the lamplight, "How do you know I don't have a sponsor?"

"You have a sponsor?" Song Weizi looked at her in disbelief. "Your sponsor lets you live here?"

"I just started working in this industry, so I have to work hard." Wen Qing lied calmly, holding back a smile in her heart, "But he still respects me, and I don't want to change people. So, forget about Qi Fan's tutoring, I don't want to cause any trouble."

Song Weizi stared at her face for a long time, then curled his lips and squeezed out a few words: "Just make it up!" After that, he put on his bag, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

"Second aunt." Zhou Wen called softly at the door of the master bedroom, "Qing'er is young, and she just lied to you. She doesn't want to see Qi Fan again, and she also wants to cut off her relationship with the Qi family. Now our relationship with the Song family is awkward, and Qi Fan will use the Song family for many things in the future, so... it's better to stay away from us, what do you think?"

"You two, aunt and nephew, are both good at talking." Song Weizhi turned around and sneered, "But in the end, don't you still have to tie up a man to survive?"

Seeing Zhou Wen lower her head and remain silent, Song Weizhi continued to point her out: "Except for me, no one in the Song family knows about Gu Huaiyuan's matter. I advise you to think it through carefully, so as not to end up with nothing and bring trouble to my nephew."

"I understand. I will have nothing with him." Zhou Wen whispered, "Even for Jing Long, I won't..."

"It's good that you know this. For Jing Long's sake, the Song family won't kill you. As long as you curb your ability as a dodder and don't hook up with other men, it'll be fine." Song Weizhi looked at Zhou Wen with a softer look in his eyes. "Don't blame Jing Shen. No matter how generous he is, he can't change the contract set by the old man. As long as you wait until Jing Long reaches adulthood, no one will care whether you find someone as close as Gu Huaiyuan or Gu Huaijin."