The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing instantly became flustered. She avoided his sight, nodded randomly and said, "I'll go back and look for it." Then she whispered to him, "Where's my phone?"

Before she could react last night, he took her phone, turned it off, and threw it away somewhere.

Song Jingshen was not moved at all, and tightened his arms around her: "Your students are too hardworking. They don't even take a break during the winter vacation."

"Even if you don't want to go, you should tell them." Wen Qing raised her hand to his chest and said helplessly, "You can't just stand them up without saying anything. What time is it now? I have to check the time."

"It's okay to look at the time." The man reached out and turned on the night light. The warm light covered the corner of the bed, making the woman in his arms look as gentle as water.

Wen Qing looked back, and her eyes were attracted by the night light first. The semicircular crystal lampshade and the light green ceramic lamp post, the line of the lamp post was like a beautiful woman's waistline, transitioning from slender to plump, standing gracefully on the base.

For some reason, Wen Qing's face became hot. She turned back and buried her face in his chest, complaining softly, "Where is the time?"

"There's time on the pedestal." The man chuckled, "What were you just looking at?"

"On the base?" Wen Qing was surprised and turned her head to look. Sure enough, a few numbers were projected on the dark golden base. It turned out that there was an LCD screen buried inside.

"It's half past ten!" She has never gotten up so late since she came to Jiangcheng. She was too indulgent yesterday and actually slept until now.

Wen Qing got up in a hurry and looked for clothes in a hurry, not even bothering to ask about the cell phone.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The man's arms were empty, and he sat up with an unhappy look on his face, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to be a tutor, are you afraid that I can't support you?"

Wen Qing didn't want to say more to him. She just put her clothes on. When she was almost done, she fumbled for her cell phone.

The mess on the ground reminded her of the intensity of last night, and before she knew it, her face turned red again.

While she was looking for her phone, she couldn't help but clean up, wanting to wipe out the mess left behind last night.

Song Jingshen stepped off the bed with his long legs, took something out of the drawer of the bedside table, and threw it into her arms: "Go and take a rest, someone will come to clean it up later."

After saying that, he strode into the bathroom, and soon, the sound of water splashing was heard from the bathroom.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, realizing that he might not like her touching his things, so she slowly stood up, holding the things in her arms, and gently sat down on the edge of the bed.

What he threw to her was actually a new mobile phone.

Holding the unopened box, Wen Qing frowned.

Every time he gave her something, it was like putting a rope around her, making her feel suffocated.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, put the box on the bedside table, and stood up to look for her cell phone.

Next to the pillow, in the cracks of the bed, between the folds of the quilt... Could it have fallen under the bed?

She hesitantly lay down, but saw a pair of bare feet in slippers walking towards her.

"It can't be here." Song Jingshen said unhappily.

She stood up tenderly and looked up at him with wet eyes: "I really need to turn on my phone to check the information. It has been turned off for more than ten hours."

"...Stand up first!" The man's voice was dull and suppressed. The desire that had tormented him all morning had just subsided, but now it was aroused by her again.

Did she know what it meant to kneel before him?

Wen Qing saw that he was not in a good state, and stood up hurriedly, but the distance between them was too close, and she used too much force, and her head hit his chin heavily.

"Hmm..." Song Jingshen groaned in pain, and all the beautiful thoughts in his head disappeared in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She apologized tenderly. Seeing that he turned his head away without saying anything, she quickly stood on tiptoe and looked at his jaw carefully. "Is it okay? Do you want some medicine?"

Not caring about her own headache, she looked at her worriedly.

It doesn't matter if she suffers a little pain, but if she offends the young master of the Song family, she will be in trouble.

Song Jingshen slowly turned his head, and there was a faint blue color on his chin, right in front of her.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and asked, "You...you don't have a meeting today, right?" Then, she remembered something, "Cold compress is very effective for bruises like this. I'll go get some ice."

"You're quite knowledgeable." He saw her nervous face, and felt very pleased. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "What about those things on you?"

Wen Qing blushed and ignored him. She just went to the refrigerator in the living room to get some ice cubes, wrapped them in a white towel, and put them on his chin.

"Jing Long usually stumbles, this is how I deal with it, you try it."

He covered her hand holding the ice cube and stared at her with his eyes downcast: "Does your head hurt?"

"Fortunately, the skull is the hardest bone, so a slight bump won't cause any damage." She let go calmly, turned around and continued looking for her phone.

"Don't you like your new phone?" His low voice sounded behind him.

"I'm used to the original one." She paused and added, "When it can't be used anymore, I'll replace it with a new one."

"I'm asking you if you like it." He moved closer to her, seeing her face slightly lowered and her expression calm, he felt irritated for no reason.

She was never willing to accept anything from him, and her surprises and happiness were never because of him.

"Like, like it." She couldn't help but take a few steps back, her calves touching the edge of the bed. If she took another step back, she would fall on the bed, but he kept pressing on.

"I really like it." She calmed her breath and explained softly, "Even if you use a new phone, you still have to give me the old one, and we have to transfer the data."

There was finally an expression on her face, one of panic and helplessness, neither of which was an expression he liked.

"Since you like it, hurry up and take a shower. I'll take you to the store to activate it," he said.

"What?" Wen Qing raised her eyes in surprise, "Aren't you going to work?"

Ever since he became the president of the Song Group, he has been busy every day. Even the base station project of Depth of Field Technology was handed over to Zhao Jin, and Zhao Jin had to make an appointment in advance to report to him.

"Finish your work first," he said. "Hurry up and take a shower. I don't want to take a woman out without taking a shower."

Wen Qing blushed with embarrassment, and complained: "I don't want to do that, but my spare clothes are in the dormitory, and I can't wear dirty clothes..."

"Your clothes are in the closet." Song Jingshen walked towards the bedroom door. "Wash them well, and then pick out the ones you like to wear."

Wen Qing opened the closet door in disbelief. Inside was a collection of men's clothes, neatly hung.

Most of the shirts, suits and casual suits are hand-made, with letter patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collars. The intricate patterns are full of artistic atmosphere and are the exclusive symbol of high-end clothing workshops.

Wen Qing was watching intently when she suddenly heard a chuckle coming from the door.

She immediately came to her senses and looked towards the door.

Song Jingshen was leaning against the door, his arms leisurely crossed, his chin resting on the ice, smiling teasingly.

"You're so interested in my clothes, you want to help me dress them?"

"No." Wen Qing pursed her lips and closed the cabinet door, feeling a little annoyed.

"It's the cabinet next to it." He stared at her expression and chuckled, "It's my fault for not making it clear."