The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, with question marks popping up one after another in her mind.

What's going on with the group headquarters being targeted?

What does secret base mean?

Could it be that Song Jingshen had escaped and set up an empty shell at the headquarters, where he usually hides and makes decisions?

Why did he want to hide his tracks?

More importantly, why did he bring her here?

A series of questions gathered in her throat, and she didn't know where to start.

Seeing her dazed look, Song Jingshen curled his lips and smiled, waved his hand, led him into the office, and closed the door.

His office is not big. The room as far as the eye can see is only a few dozen square meters. There is a row of bookcases against the wall, which are full of books and look a little messy.

Next to the bookcase is a small round table with a pile of books on it. Some of the books are open and placed on the table, while others are open at a certain page and pressed down by another book, as if they had just been read.

There is a leather armchair next to the round table. It is beige in color and looks very comfortable. A thin navy blue blanket is draped over the armrest.

In front of the bookcase is a large desk, carved from mahogany. It has an antique style, clear and elegant lines, and is very much in the style of Ming-style furniture.

In addition to the common computer, manuscripts and folders on the desk, there is also a blue-gray inkstone and a simple pen holder with several brushes of different sizes hanging on the pen holder. Next to the pen holder are several curled up rice paper, as if they can be spread out at any time for people to write and paint.

Wen Qing walked closer to take a closer look and found that there was indeed a circle of ink in the inkstone, and next to it was a used ink stick and a blue-white porcelain water cup. The water cup was half full of water, which was stained with a light ink color, and the color was quiet and moving against the blue-white porcelain wall.

"Do you come here often?" Wen Qing asked.

"Yeah." Song Jingshen took off his coat, leaned back in the ergonomic chair in front of his desk, and unbuttoned his shirt collar in a relaxed manner, "What do you think of this place?"

"Very good." Wen Qing looked around the room, her breath filled with the scent of books and ink. She couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "Very comfortable."

"Come often if you feel comfortable." Song Jingshen was in a good mood, raised his chin and pointed to one side of the room, "You can rest when you are tired."

Wen Qing was surprised for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Gu Huaiyuan's office also had a suite in the corner where she could take a nap.

If the experiment was done too late, Gu Huaiyuan would go back to the office to take a nap, and then go to the laboratory to check the data when the time came. This is how he worked through the night to get the experimental data.

But she had no desire to know about Song Jingshen's office suite, so she lowered her brows and didn't look over there.

What is this “you can rest when you are tired”? It’s just going to bed.

Wen Qing silently complained in her heart.

Song Jingshen made a phone call, ordered two meals, and had them delivered.

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly covered the microphone, turned his head and asked her, "Do you want to eat coriander?"

Wen Qing nodded. She never had any dietary restrictions.

"You can put coriander in it, but don't make it spicy or cold. Don't add drinks either, try rose and wolfberry tea instead." He instructed the person on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he smiled at her and said, "It's close to the mall, that's the good thing, you can order takeout from top restaurants. I know you're shy, so I won't take you up there to eat."

"This shopping mall has also been acquired by the Song family?" Wen Qing looked at the building outside the window. Workers working at high altitude were replacing the plaque.

"Yes." Song Jingshen took out a wooden box from the drawer, which was full of thick cigars.

He pulled out a cigar, lit it up and took a puff. "Next to the mall is the hotel. It was originally owned by the Qi family. The hotel was called Qisheng Hotel, and the mall was built later. After marrying the Song family, Qi Pengju handed the hotel and mall over to Song Weizi to run, but she messed it up in just a few years. I had no choice but to take it over and clean up the mess."

He said that taking advantage of others' misfortune and robbing them was natural and reasonable.

Wen Qing curled her lips slightly and was seen by Song Jingshen.

He curled his lips and smiled: "Why? Are you standing up for my aunt, or are you worried about Qi Fan's property?"

"It's nothing to do with me, why should I be upset?" Wen Qing said calmly, "I'm just wondering, you're working here alone, are you hiding from someone?"

"Who do you think I need to hide from?" Through the swirling smoke, Song Jingshen looked at her with a playful expression.

"I don't know." Wen Qing shook her head. "Is it Song Weiming's people? Or the Yin family?"

"They have been tied together for a long time," he smiled, reaching out to tap his cigarette into the ashtray, and the ash instantly collapsed, "nothing to worry about."

Wen Qing glanced at him, but before she could say anything, she heard him ask with a smile, "Guess again?"

It seems like a tease, but also like a test.

"I really don't know." Wen Qing avoided his sight and said softly.

Both Song Weiming and Yin Tongcheng had been defeated by him long ago, otherwise, Depth of Field Technology would not have been able to develop so fast and so well.

As for the Qi family, they had long been short of successors. If they had not endured humiliation and humbled themselves in front of Song Jingshen, and lived on the resources of the Song family, the wealthy family image built up by several generations would have been on the verge of collapse.

Excluding these people, the only one who could make Song Jingshen so cautious in Jiangcheng is the Gu family.

Thinking of the Gu family, Wen Qing's heart was beating fast.

From the outside, the relationship between the Gu and Song families seemed solid as a rock. Who would have thought that they were wary of each other to such an extent?

Song Jinghuai secretly took photos of Gu Huaiyuan, Song Jingshen was followed by people from the Gu family, and there was even a bug installed in Gu Huaiyuan's car.

Wen Qing subconsciously glanced under the table, then glanced at the computer camera on the table, feeling a little nervous.

Perhaps, the alliance of interests among the wealthy families has always been one of mutual coercion and checks and balances.

Perhaps from the moment Song Weiming allowed Zhou Wen to have a child out of wedlock, the relationship between the Gu family and the Song family became irreparable.

Although Wen Qing knew what was going on, she was unwilling to point it out to him in person.

Song Jingshen suddenly brought her here, not so much out of trust in her and to protect her, but more to test her, to see if there was any hidden power behind her as a chess piece.

Wen Qing thought of Fang Ziming again.

Just a few months ago, when Fang Ziming asked her to steal the Song family's secrets, she thought it was a fantasy.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingshen really brought her to an area that ordinary people could not reach.

She felt mixed emotions and couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad.

Song Jingshen looked at her for a while, and seeing that her face was gloomy, he couldn't help but frown.

He pressed his cigar into the crystal ashtray, patted his thigh and said, "Come here."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, but still walked over obediently and sat in his arms. She had no place to put her hands, so she had to let them fall on his shoulders.

He exuded a faint sweet fragrance, which even tasted like coffee, dry and warm. She couldn't help but take a few sniffs.

"Do you like this smell?" The man's big hand lingered on her body, in a good mood, "Better than cigarettes?"

Wen Qing nodded slightly, but didn't dare to sniff it anymore.

"I find that you like to pretend to be ignorant even though you know the truth." Song Jingshen looked her in the eyes from bottom to top, and when he saw her dodging awkwardly, he held her tightly, not allowing her to dodge.

She always liked to lower her eyes to hide her feelings, but now he was looking up at her from below, leaving her exposed.

His eyes were sharp, cold, and frightening.

Wen Qing quickly nestled into his arms, pretending to act like a spoiled child, and said softly, "I'm really confused, please stop looking at me."