The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing's eyes were filled with fear, and tears quickly filled her eyes. She nodded tremblingly, and tears fell down her cheeks.

Song Jingshen gently let her go, and his fingers slowly smoothed her collar. He couldn't help kneading her thin white neck, and before he used much force, her skin had already turned blue.

Like a porcelain doll, what should he do from now on?

Toss and turn? He couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to let it go.

Not only was he reluctant to let her go, but even the thought of her leaving made him feel empty inside, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, with a blank abyss in front of him and only the whistling of the wind in his ears.

When did he care about her to this extent?

Song Jingshen was confused for a moment and went back to search his memory, but he couldn't remember when he fell in love.

Is it to watch her dancing like a wild cat on the stage?

Or look at her struggling to lift the gift box, with her calves bruised all over?

Or, when she took Zhou Wen and her son away, she said calmly, "We don't want money"?

She is pretty, gentle and docile, and it seems that any man with good conditions can have a relationship with her.

But the longer he was with her, the more he realized that she was cold at heart, and had a kind of aloofness. When she got stubborn, even nine oxen couldn't pull her back. But she had a pure and innocent face, which made it impossible for him to get angry with her.

The softer a woman's body is, the harder her heart is.

But he didn't believe it. No matter how hard her heart was, he would break off a piece and hold it in his hand.

He just didn't believe that she could remain strong in front of him.

"Are you hungry?" He glanced at her and said, "I'll take you to eat."

The tears on her cheeks had been wiped away, the sobbing had stopped, and Wen Qing nodded.

From last night till now, she had only drunk one sip of beer and two sips of mineral water.

She originally wanted to order takeout, but he took her phone away, so she had to endure it and wait for him to let her go.

When she goes out, she is used to carrying some cash with her so that she will not be stranded in case she loses her cell phone.

"Going out to eat?" she asked softly, her voice still a little hoarse from his pinching.

"Yes. What do you want to eat?" Song Jingshen hardened his heart and didn't look at her, just changed his shoes.

Having just experienced his violent methods, Wen Qing didn't dare to say no, but she got a headache when she thought about going out with him.

Most of the restaurants she was familiar with were located around the school, where most of the people she knew were. How could she dare to go with him? Moreover, he had a very high quality of life and would definitely look down on those cheap restaurants.

As for what to eat, she wanted to make some quick meals like noodles at home and go to school after eating. But would he agree?

She looked at his back quietly. The tall man was bending over to pick out shoes from the shoe cabinet, looking like he had made up his mind to go out.

His warning just now is still ringing in my ears: If you want to be free soon, you might as well figure out how to please him...

Wen Qing closed her eyes and said softly, "Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."

The man looked back at her with some surprise and took out a pair of white leather sneakers from the shoe cabinet.

"That's more like it." He curled his lips slightly, put on his shoes in a few seconds, went back to the cloakroom to find a light brown coat, and while putting on his clothes, he strode towards her.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Nothing." Wen Qing lowered her eyes and turned to push the door handle.

He thought her clothes were ugly, but he wore shoes and a coat of the same color as hers.

My heart trembled slightly and my hands shook as well.

"Are you so hungry that you can't even open the door?" He smiled, put his palm on her hand, lifted it up, and the door opened.

Wen Qing followed him out the door and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Song Jingshen pressed the car key, and the lights of the black G-Class flashed, like a beast suddenly waking up.

Watching Song Jingshen get into the car, Wen Qing paused and reached out to open the back door.

With a click, the car door locked and a sneer came from the driver's seat.

"Just now I was praising you for being a good driver, and now you're treating me like a driver. What's going on? After a good sleep, you've become alienated from me, right?"

"Sit in the back, it's more hidden." Wen Qing explained.

The front windshield was unobstructed and could be easily seen. In broad daylight, she got into his car and left his apartment for no reason. If someone saw and photographed her, wouldn't she be exposed?

Song Jingshen understood what she meant, and felt unhappy again.

"Then why weren't you afraid of sitting in the passenger seat before? You've sat in it before in school, so why are you so concerned about it now?" he asked impatiently.

"I was confident before, but now... I should be more cautious."

"Hmph, if you really follow me, you'll feel insecure?" Song Jingshen glared at her, opened the car door and got out, without saying anything, he pulled her around the front of the car and stuffed her into the passenger seat.

"With me here, I'll see who dares to cause trouble for you." He threw down a harsh remark, turned back to the driver's seat, just as he closed the door and fastened his seat belt, he found that Wen Qing had already put on a mask.

It is still the most common non-woven mask, without any identification patterns, as if they are afraid of being recognized.

"Do you want a hat?" Song Jingshen asked unhappily.

"Do you have one?" Wen Qing immediately turned around and looked at him seriously, her eyes sparkling. "A baseball cap would be best, but a bucket hat would be fine too."

Song Jingshen glanced at her sideways, started the car without saying a word, and ignored her.

There was no conversation along the way, and the car soon drove to the vicinity of a high-end shopping mall. The headquarters building of the Song Group could be seen not far away.

Wen Qing became nervous for no reason and covered her face with her mask tightly. Whenever a vehicle approached the window, she would subconsciously lower her head to avoid it.

"Are you my woman, or a terrorist?" Song Jingshen sneered and said helplessly, "Will you wear a mask when we eat later?"

"…Then you'd better find a shop with fewer people."

"The fewer people there are, the easier it is to be targeted." He smiled faintly, "If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

Wen Qing was stunned, not knowing how to respond to his words.

After all, a restaurant is a public place. Even if it is a high-end membership place, you cannot expect them to clear the place at any time.

If you have to go to a place with few people, there does seem to be a sense of conspiracy, and the secrecy between men and women makes it easier to arouse speculation.

Thinking of this, Wen Qing felt that it didn't matter where she went to eat. Instead of worrying about being discovered, it was better to find an excuse in advance and make sense.

The car drove into the parking lot, Wen Qing got out with Song Jingshen, and took the elevator to the restaurant upstairs.

This was Wen Qing's first time in this mall and she was not familiar with it. Seeing Song Jingshen press the 23rd floor, she thought that was the restaurant. Unexpectedly, when the elevator door opened, she saw a tidy office area in front of her.

It was lunch time and there was almost no one at the workstation. The few people who were sitting there were either watching TV series while eating with headphones on, or catching up on their sleep on a pillow.

There is a glass wall between the public office area and the elevator corridor.

Wen Qing was afraid of being seen, so she quickly lowered her head and shrank her neck, wishing she could crawl forward.

"You can see over there, but you can't see here over there." Song Jingshen pointed to the glass wall in front of him and said softly, "One-way glass."

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her eyes to questioning: "Where is this place?"

"My office." Song Jingshen took her hand and strode towards the corridor.

"How is that possible? Didn't you just enter the underground floor of the mall? Shouldn't your office be in the group headquarters?"

"This place is connected to the shopping mall." He glanced at her and cut to the chase, "The group's headquarters has long been targeted by someone. This is my secret base."