The green camphor tree has a deep view

The sweet words fell into Wen Qing's ears, like a stone falling into an ancient well, disappearing suddenly without causing any splashes.

What he liked was just the sensory enjoyment she brought him, just like a dish he had been craving for for a long time. It does feel fresh when he first puts it in his mouth, but he will get tired of it after eating it a few times.

Just like my aunt, who followed Song Weiming for so long without knowing why, and it was all because of a love word in the beginning.

At that time, Zhou Wen was 19 years old and she was 9 years old.

Zhou Wen and Song Weiming lived in a hotel, going in and out together, and the rumors were all over the street. Grandma couldn't stand being talked about, so she asked Wen Qing to block Zhou Wen at the hotel entrance.

Although Wen Qing was young, she knew that this was not a glorious thing, and she refused to wait at the hotel entrance. Instead, she waited in a noodle shop that her aunt loved to go to.

At noon that day, she finally waited for her aunt at the noodle shop. Her aunt came out of a shiny car, her exquisite high heels stepped on the greasy floor at the door of the noodle shop, and she was wearing a white gauze dress that fluttered in the wind, as pure and beautiful as a fairy.

Seeing Wen Qing waiting at the door of the store, Zhou Wen was stunned for a moment and immediately lost the mood to eat noodles. She turned back to the car that brought her here and gently knocked on the window. The window fell down, revealing half of the man's face.

Zhou Wen leaned against the car window, said a few words to the man, then turned and walked towards Wen Qing.

"Let's go home and make things clear."

The noodle shop was not far from home, so Zhou Wen followed Wen Qing and walked back home gracefully.

It rained that day, and the ground was slippery after the rain. Zhou Wen's heels were thin and high, and she almost fell several times, which made Wen Qing very nervous. After finally getting home, Wen Qing felt relieved as if she had brought back a glass.

That was the last time Zhou Wen went home before she left. Facing her family's doubts and accusations, she insisted that Song Weiming "really loved her and would be responsible for her", and then she stopped talking with tears in her eyes.

Wen Qing was at that age when she was curious about everything, and once such a memorable thing was engraved in her mind, she never forgot it.

Now she is 19 years old, but somehow she fell into the trap set by her aunt. Is God kidding me?

Wen Qing thought about this and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Why are you sighing? Don't you want to follow me?" A man's unhappy voice came from above her head, and it made her scalp numb. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were cold and restrained, as if the love words just now were said in his dream.

Can a man's heart change so quickly? Wen Qing was slightly startled, and in an instant, her thoughts turned and drifted further away.

They are all men, but Gu Huaiyuan can't forget his aunt. Is there some magical power in his aunt that makes her especially popular with men?

Zhou Wen's appearance emerged in her mind, weak and swaying in the wind, with sad eyes and eyebrows, and she spoke...

"What are you thinking about!" The man's eyes darkened, and he tightened his arms around her lower back and rubbed it fiercely.

Wen Qing suddenly came back to her senses and protested with a frown: "It hurts..."

"If you know it hurts, then just focus and don't act like you've lost your soul." He moved his palm down and patted her butt lightly. "If you don't behave, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

Wen Qing took the opportunity to turn around and avoid him, picked up the clothes she wanted to change, and walked quickly to the bedroom.

"Why are you hiding? Are you afraid of me seeing you?" He sneered behind her.

Wen Qing ignored him and hid in a corner of the closet. She unbuttoned her bathrobe slightly, picked up her clothes and put them on quickly.

Seeing her panic-stricken and abandoned appearance, Song Jingshen felt upset and went to the living room to wait for her.

Wen Qing changed into a turtleneck top and a solid turtleneck sweater. The collar was almost covering her chin, but she was still worried, so she walked to the mirror and looked left and right, then let her hair down to cover the skin around her ears as much as possible.

After changing her clothes, she walked into the living room and found Song Jingshen resting with his eyes closed on the sofa. He opened his eyes and looked at her when he heard the noise.

"Why are you dressed so plainly?" he asked.

Wen Qing looked down and saw the beige sweater and gray jeans. The color was elegant and the style was generous.

It’s okay, isn’t that how she usually dresses?

Song Jingshen stood up and walked back to the bedroom, took out a light pink cashmere coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Wen Qing glanced at the tag on the collar and quickly ran away: "I'm not used to wearing this."

"You have such an attractive face, but you don't know how to dress yourself up." He held her shoulders, his lips curled slightly, "There are so many beautiful clothes in the closet, but you only wear the ugly ones."

Wen Qing looked at her outfit again and felt that it would be suitable for any occasion. She didn't think it looked ugly at all.

On the contrary, it was the coat he forced her to put on, with the hem hanging down to her calves and its delicate texture, that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She pointed to the light brown woolen coat thrown on the sofa last night: "I'd better wear this. I'm used to it."

Song Jingshen glanced at the coat and frowned at her: "You didn't change your bag, and you're still carrying that black one?"

She nodded, then she remembered that her bag was still in the bedroom. She quickly turned back to find it and put it on her shoulder. She then took out her coat from the sofa, put it on, and walked to the entrance to change her shoes.

The white sneakers she wore last night were placed on the outside, next to a row of fine handmade women's shoes, which were obviously her size. Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked away, only taking out the sneakers and putting them on, leaving the other shoes lying where they were.

"You don't want anything?" Song Jingshen stood in the living room, with the pink cashmere coat draped over his arms. His eyes were heavy and he was obviously not very happy.

"Can you return my phone to me?" Wen Qing put on her shoes, stood in the porch, and asked from a distance.

Song Jingshen couldn't help but take a deep breath, but the breath that was blocked in his chest turned into a lump, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What kind of woman is this? Fortunately, he took her phone, otherwise she might just walk out the door as if nothing happened last night!

He shook his arm suddenly and strode towards her with a cold and fierce momentum. The cashmere coat behind him floated down on the sofa like a cloud.

"Do you think I'm a stranger once I leave this door?" He pushed her against the door, lifted her chin, and forced her to look up into his eyes.

She really wanted to pry open this woman's head and see what was going on in her mind.

Which woman would leave right after sleeping with a man, as clean and tidy as a scumbag?

"We agreed before that we would keep our relationship secret..." Wen Qing was pinched by him and it was difficult for her to breathe. She tried to dig his wrist and fingers hard, "Let go, there will be marks on your chin."

"So what if I leave a mark? You have plenty of them!" Song Jingshen was so angry that he lost his mind. "You are mine, so why can't I leave a mark on you?"

"Are you crazy?" Wen Qing's eyes turned red with anxiety. "What if people find out? How are you going to explain this to Gu?"

"That's my business. Can't I protect you?" Song Jingshen glared at her with an angry look on his face.

When will she be willing to trust him and follow him faithfully?

"I don't need your protection. I don't have the qualifications, and you don't have the position either." Wen Qing looked at him earnestly, "You and I should take care of ourselves, and part ways amicably in the future, isn't that good?"

"I just had a good sleep and you're thinking about breaking up. I loved you for nothing last night." Song Jingshen laughed angrily, "If I had known you were so carefree, I would have..."

He lost his temper halfway through his words.

He had thought of those dirty tricks last night, but when she cried, he softened his heart and couldn't bear to do it after all.

He was thinking about the long term, while she was just thinking about coping.

It is said that a forced melon is not sweet. He forced one down and tasted it. It was really so sour that it made his teeth turn sour. However, the refreshing taste shocked him and made him linger.

No matter whether the melon is sour or sweet in the end, he will accept it and he will never give up until he has eaten it all!

He let go of her chin, and his burning palm grasped her thin white neck. He thought of the swans he had raised when he was young. They were so stubborn at first, but they finally knelt down obediently.

"Try to say the word 'break up' again." His eyes were cold and hard, and his tone was full of sarcasm. "Whether we are together or apart, it's none of your business to worry about! If you want to be free soon, you might as well think about how to please me and let me get tired of you sooner."