The green camphor tree has a deep view

With Wen Qing's soft and fragrant body nestled in his arms, Song Jingshen felt much more relaxed. He stretched out his hand to rub Wen Qing's cheek and said in a light tone, "It's better to be confused. As the saying goes, it's rare to be confused. The worst thing is that even confusion is pretended. That's the real confusion."

After hearing these few words, Wen Qing felt a chill down her spine.

She looked up into the man's eyes and complained softly, "What do you want from me? If you don't trust me, you don't have to bring me here. It doesn't matter where I sleep. I'm not interested in your affairs anyway."

"You have no interest in me, but I have interest in you." He held her jaw and slowly stroked the soft flesh on her chin.

That is the most vulnerable part of the human body, but she tilted her neck back, exposing that vital part to him and letting him take advantage of it.

But this is not enough.

He wanted more than just obedience, he wanted to pull her into obsession and intoxication.

He can't be the only one in this relationship who can't stop.

"Knock knock knock..." There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, your takeaway order has arrived."

"Okay." Song Jingshen responded, supported Wen Qing's slender waist, stood up, and walked towards the door.

He opened the door a crack, said "thank you", and walked in with two bags of takeout, hooking his foot and closing the door.

She looked at him with some surprise. She didn't expect him to be so down-to-earth that he didn't even have a secretary to deliver meals. She remembered that he had an assistant.

As if he could see through her thoughts, Song Jingshen curled his lips and smiled. He put the takeaway on the small round table and called her to come and clean up.

"Come quickly and take these books away."

Wen Qing walked quickly forward, put the books that were either open or closed in order, and put them back into the bookcase. When she turned around, she found that Song Jingshen was no longer in the room, and there were only two packages of takeout on the small round table.

Wen Qing estimated that the small round table could not accommodate such a sumptuous meal, so she couldn't help but think of using the office desk.

Although the desk was spacious, the pile of pens, ink, paper and inkstone took up a lot of space. It looked elegant but had limited practicality. Wen Qing was somewhat dissatisfied with this arrangement.

Since the host was not at home, she couldn't just clean up other people's table, so she had to temporarily unwrap the takeaway packaging to prevent the dishes from being covered for too long and affecting the taste.

After a while, a door suddenly opened on the wall on the other side of the desk.

Wen Qing was startled. The design of this door was really strange. It used the angle between the bookcase and the desk to cleverly create an imperceptible blind spot. Unless you went around behind the bookcase, from any angle in this room, it was just an ordinary wall, but that wall happened to be located diagonally behind the bookcase, so it was not very clear.

"Come in." Song Jingshen stood in front of the door and waved at her.

Seeing his look, Wen Qing suddenly had four words in her mind: A cunning rabbit has three burrows.

"What are you standing there for? There's no place to eat outside, can't you see?" He strode up to her, picked up the takeaway in one hand, took her hand with the other, and walked towards the door.

"That door...can't be unopenable? Is there any other exit inside?" Wen Qing asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, illegal detention will result in imprisonment." He chuckled, "I'm not that crazy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qing was pulled into the suite by him, and what hit her face was a sweet floral scent.

Wen Qing looked around in surprise, secretly sighing in her heart that Song Jingshen, this bastard, really knew how to enjoy life. Everything he saw, from big to small, was exquisite and comfortable, and each one was worthy of careful scrutiny and appreciation.

Compared to this place, his apartment in Guangyu is just a lounge where he can stay, but this small suite, which can only be reached after going through many twists and turns in the shopping mall, is his spiritual home.

No wonder he said this was his secret base.

Wen Qing looked around slowly and found that the layout here was somewhat similar to Guangyu's apartment. For example, the mecha devices scattered on the coffee table, in the entrance hall and in the corners of the house were more exquisite and unique than those in Guangyu. They looked like works of art. In Wen Qing's opinion, they were so exquisite that they could be auctioned.

In addition to the mecha equipment, there are also some porcelains here. There is also a similar blue-and-white porcelain water cup that I saw on the desk just now. Maybe the two were originally a pair, and the owner took them apart to use.

There is also a box for storing miscellaneous items at the entrance, which is also made of porcelain. The body is very thin and there is a circle of blue and white painted on the outside. If you look closely, it seems to be a painting of a few little children playing in the woods. The painting is lively and unrestrained, with both spirit and form captured.

"Come here and eat here." Song Jingshen's voice came from not far away.

Wen Qing looked over there and opened her eyes wide in shock. There was a large restaurant over there, with a rectangular table covered with a gorgeous tablecloth and even two intricately shaped candlesticks.

Next to the restaurant is a central island, and further inside is a proper Chinese kitchen.

Wen Qing glanced towards the kitchen. Although the lights were off, she could see that it was fully equipped and everything was shiny.

"Is your secret base... really a secret?" She sat at the dining table and couldn't help asking, "With so many rooms, no cleaning staff to clean them up?"

"There are cleaners, but they don't know who they are cleaning for." Song Jingshen answered her questions while unpacking the takeaway boxes, looking very patient. "This place is isolated from the office outside. I am the only one who connects the two sides, and now there is you."

He looked at her and handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Of course, cleaning is not ordinary cleaning. You have to sign a confidentiality agreement."

Taking the chopsticks, Wen Qing glanced at the door she had just entered. It was completely hidden in the visual blind spot between the coffee table and a flower stand. On the coffee table was an elegant beauty vase with a snow-white reed stuck in it, creating a mood of lush green grass and making the door hidden in a poetic beauty.

Putting aside the aesthetics, Wen Qing really felt like she had seen a ghost.

Money makes the world go round. No wonder everyone wants to be rich. The life of rich people is beyond her imagination.

However, her feelings towards Song Jingshen now became more complicated.

In the past, in her eyes, he was more often a tech upstart who made a living by his own ability. Although she knew that he had a wealthy family background, he had a long-term bad relationship with the Song family, and he did not use the Song family's money to start a business, so the aristocratic color left on him was not strong.

Today, Wen Qing learned the tip of the iceberg of the real life of the second generation of a wealthy family. She used to think he was close to the people, and bought Guangyu's apartment with the money he earned from the start-up of Jingshen Technology. She never thought that he would have such a grand occasion by casually setting up a secret base with external plug-ins.

It is true that poverty limits imagination!

Looking at the exquisite porcelain and various antique-style classical objects that could not be named everywhere, Wen Qing felt that he was going to turn this place into a museum.

I couldn't help but secretly complain in my heart: He is obviously a capitalist, why is he pretending to be a cultured person here?