The green camphor tree has a deep view

She took a deep breath, remembering her aunt's advice "don't offend him", and comforted herself "why bother with a scumbag". Her anger surged for a few times before being extinguished by reason. She gritted her teeth, reluctantly put the tray back on the table, and reached out to pick up the dishes he had used.

He was very particular about his food, with a combination of meat and vegetables, hot and cold, dry and wet, and four plates and eight bowls that almost filled up half the table. Fortunately, there was no full-course banquet in the cafeteria, otherwise he would have stuffed himself to death! Wen Qing complained in her heart while working, and soon a mountain of tableware piled up on the tray. She carefully picked up the tray and turned around, but found that the man was still standing there, like an overseer.

"Make way, the food cart is over there." Wen Qing quickly glanced at the food cart next to the cafeteria door and urged him to move forward in a bad mood.

The man put his hands in his pockets and asked slowly, "Do you need my help?"

Help me! It's good enough if you don't laugh at her.

Wen Qing lowered her head and uttered a firm "No thanks", then she simply walked around him with the tray and slowly walked towards the dining cart.

The man showed obvious dissatisfaction. She said she wanted him to take care of her, but when he teased her a little, she was reluctant. Besides, was he a plague? Was it necessary to stay away from him so far?

Wen Qing was walking unsteadily when suddenly a few boys in basketball uniforms came running towards her. They were still immersed in the excitement after the exercise, sweating profusely, their faces full of excitement, and from time to time they would jump on the spot and make cool shooting movements with their hands.

Wen Qing hurriedly dodged to the side, and was about to bump into the table and chairs beside her. She nervously bent her waist and back, and held up her arms tremblingly, for fear that the mountain of dishes in her hands would collapse.

Song Jingshen chased a few steps to her side, stretched out his long arms, and embraced her.

"Watch out!" He warned the person on the other side, his voice low but loud, almost like yelling.

The boys were startled, and turned around to see him protecting a girl with a serious face. They quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was so busy reviewing the game that I didn't see your girlfriend."

What girlfriend! Wen Qing frowned irritably, and when the boys walked away, she nudged the man next to her with her elbow, signaling him to move away.

"Is it embarrassing to ask me for help?" The man stared at her profile with a cold tone.

What help do you need? Didn’t you just ask me to clear the plates and bowls?

Wen Qing ignored him, her attention completely focused on the tray in her hand. The dishes on it were shaky and she tried her best to steady herself and move her legs, just wanting to quickly throw this pile of hot potatoes into the dining cart.

But Song Jingshen had no intention of giving way and just lowered his eyes to look at her.

How come he was so tall and so broad, blocking her like a wall, as if deliberately embarrassing her?

"Are you going to leave or not?" Wen Qing felt like her hands were about to break, and she took her anger out on him.

Just as she was about to turn around and walk away, she suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw that he was covering her hand and holding it tightly.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qing panicked and wanted to pull her hand away, but was afraid of spilling the dishes.

"Let go!" the man said impatiently, "You can't even hold the plate level, what can you do in the group?"

"I..." Wen Qing was about to refute, but was frightened by his gaze and timidly withdrew her hand.

When he was serious, his eyes were very sharp, without any of his usual carelessness, which reminded her of a dagger or a sword, with a cold glow on the edge.

Song Jingshen took the tray with one hand and strode towards the dining car. Wen Qing followed closely behind him, surprised and curious. How could he hold it so steadily? Was it because of his big hands or big feet? He could hold the tray so well. It would be a waste of talent if he didn't work as a waiter in a restaurant.

Wen Qing looked at his back, imagining him bending over as a waiter, and couldn't help but hold back her laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Jingshen put the tableware into the dining cart with a clatter, turned around and asked her.

She pursed her lips, and the remnant of a smile lingered at the corner of her lips, like a thin layer of sweet cream. Song Jingshen was a little dazed for a moment. He never liked sweets, but now he missed the girly taste of sweets.

"Where are you going later?" Song Jingshen looked away, as if trying to get rid of some distracting thoughts that were lingering on him.

"Electronic Building, there is a tutor at 7 o'clock."

"The schedule is tight enough." Song Jingshen walked towards the cafeteria entrance with his long legs, and took out the car keys from his pocket, "I'll take you there on my way."

His tone was gentle, but he did not tolerate rejection. Wen Qing felt that he was shedding all kinds of social masks, revealing his true face as a person in a superior position.

"Um... I want to take a walk..." Wen Qing said softly. Seeing that he looked unhappy, she couldn't help but explain, "I'm afraid of gaining weight."

"You're still fat?" The man looked her over and snorted, "Your wrists are as thin as sticks, you can't even hold a plate. What, do you still want to be a refugee?"

Wen Qing gently stroked her wrist and was about to say something when she heard two beeps. The lights of a G-Class on the side of the road flashed a few times and then went out again. The passenger door was suddenly opened by a man, revealing the leather seat inside.

"Get in the car." Song Jingshen stared at her, his eyes sharp and expectant, like a hunter about to close his net.

Wen Qing bit her lips lightly and said hesitantly, "Would you stop by the grove later, okay?"

There was a forest of medium size in front of the electronics building, with tall trees and lush branches and leaves. It would be less likely for her to be discovered if she got off the car there.

"Are you afraid of being caught by your boyfriend?" the man asked with a half smile.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, raised her eyes to look at him, and said softly and firmly: "I don't have a boyfriend, but I don't want to be misunderstood as being close to you. You are the project leader, so you probably don't want to hear rumors about this."

The words "no boyfriend" made Song Jingshen in such a good mood that he didn't hear clearly what was said afterwards. He only vaguely heard "rumors".

"The mouth is on someone else's face, how can I care?" He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms, "Why don't you get in the car and wait for me to hold you?"

"You..." Wen Qing's face turned red with shame and anger, "Why are you so unreasonable?" She didn't expect that reasoning with him would make him even more presumptuous.

"Do you want to get in the car or not, huh?" He held her wrist, admiring her blushing ears and her rapidly rising and falling chest, and his whole body began to feel hot.

Wen Qing pushed him away angrily, got into the car, sank into the seat, turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Song Jingshen slammed the door and walked briskly around the front of the car. When he got into the driver's seat, he found that Wen Qing had turned her head to look outside the car, her fair neck stretched long and straight, like an unguarded swan exposing her slender and fragile neck.

He paused, then suddenly leaned over to her. Wen Qing jumped up in fright, almost hitting his nose.

"Seat belt." He reached out and pulled the buckle, his long fingers brushing across the side of her neck, feeling the soft touch.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Qing pulled the strap, snatched the buckle, bent sideways, and pressed the buckle into the keyhole.

Song Jingshen withdrew his hand and looked at her without blinking, as if observing prey that had entered his territory.

She looked so gentle as she lowered her head, her long neck forming a flexible curve that reminded him of the swans in the farm lake.

Song Weiming once ran a farm near his old house, where there was a lake of moderate size. He loved to play by the lake and learn how to catch geese and ducks. He still remembers the key to catching a goose - just grab its neck and pull it to the shore, and it will lie prone on the ground and surrender.

In a trance, Wen Qing's bent neck overlapped with the swan in his memory - if he held that bent neck at this moment, would she also crawl under him obediently like a swan?

In an instant, Song Jingshen found that a part of his body was swelling, and his palm was as hot as boiling water, as if he wanted to approach her regardless of anything...