The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Watch it after dinner. It will get cold if you don't eat now." Song Jingshen sat next to her, admiring the expression on her face while worrying that she was hungry.

Wen Qing then withdrew her gaze and looked forward, and was shocked by the scene on the dining table again.

"How can the two of us eat so much?"

"This is your first meal with me, so it has to be grand." Song Jingshen disagreed, "You don't dare to go to the restaurant with me, so you have to make do here."

Wen Qing looked at the dazzling array of food and expressed regret: "What if we can't finish it? I'll pack it up and take it home for Jing Long to try."

"Eat first, and we'll talk if you can't finish it." Song Jingshen said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "Jing Long has his mother and grandmother now, and you don't need to worry about him. Can't you concentrate when you are with me?"

This time it was Wen Qing's turn to feel embarrassed. She realized that most of the dishes Song Jingshen ordered this time were dishes from his hometown in Beicheng, and the cooking methods were also based on her preferences. However, he only ordered two or three of the Huaiyang dishes he usually liked.

"Is it enough for you?" Wen Qing was worried that he might not be used to Beicheng cuisine. "How about ordering a few more dishes you like?"

"It's enough. I've been on a diet recently." Song Jingshen said.

Wen Qing recalled that last time she took Jing Long to stay at Guangyu, Jing Long was hungry, so she made pork rib noodles for him. Jing Long enjoyed the meal very much that day, but Song Jingshen only ate a small bowl and put down his chopsticks, and reminded her that it was not advisable to eat too greasy food at night.

Since their living habits were different, there was nothing for her to persuade, so she just lowered her head and ate in silence.

She hadn't had breakfast and was already starving, so she finished a bowl of rice in no time.

"Eat more food." Song Jingshen pushed the food towards her, "Don't save it for me."

Wen Qing rolled her eyes silently in her heart: Who wants to save money for you? I really have a limited appetite. Even if I don't diet, I'm not a pig.

But with a smile on his face, he said softly: "Okay, I'll try to eat as much as possible."

Song Jingshen raised his eyes and stared at her for a while, then suddenly chuckled and said, "It seems that my efforts last night were not in vain. I made you smarter and learned to say one thing and mean another."

"No way, I really think it's delicious and I want to eat more." Wen Qing flattered without changing her expression, but the ending of her tone took a turn, which even she herself did not sound very natural.

But what can I do if I don't please him? When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

She would have the energy to deal with him only if she was full. There was a long way to go. If he consumed half of her life at the very beginning, how could she get rid of him in the future?

Song Jingshen looked at her calmly, and when she had almost finished eating, he handed her a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Is it really delicious?" he asked meaningfully.

"Of course. Mr. Song is treating us, so how can the food not be delicious?" Wen Qing smiled and pretended to be calm.

"As long as it tastes good," Song Jingshen touched the soft flesh on her jaw, as if he was feeding a cat or teasing a dog, "Just don't play tricks on me, there will be plenty of delicious food in the future."

With her jaw held at will by him, Wen Qing tilted her head back and dared not move, fearing that he would grab her neck again if they disagreed.

He seemed to particularly enjoy kneading her neck, just like pet lovers enjoy petting cats to relieve stress. Could it be that kneading her could also relieve his stress?

She didn’t know whether it relieved the pressure or not, but wasn’t she his pet now?

Before she met him, she didn't know that she was so weak and humble. In the face of absolute money and power, the self-esteem of the weak seemed so pale and ridiculous.

Wen Qing held back the sigh that was about to spill from her lips and said in a stiff voice, "I know. I won't play any tricks."

Song Jingshen hoped that she would be obedient, but when she was really obedient, he felt that she was pretending and being perfunctory, and keeping a distance from him in a way that did not reveal her true feelings.

What sincerity? She had followed him, and he was still afraid that she was thinking about someone else?

Song Jingshen had just thrown that ridiculous idea out of his mind, but when he thought that she might really have another man in her heart, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Can you let me go?" The big hand kneading her jaw was getting stronger and stronger. Wen Qing's eyes turned red from the pain and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, sparkling.

"You are not allowed to date other men except me." He stared at her with cold and sinister eyes, "If you don't want to hurt him."

"I know." Wen Qing endured the pain and reminded him softly, "We've finished eating. Should we go to the mobile phone store? My phone isn't turned on yet."

Her cell phone had been turned on for a long time, but he had set it to silent mode, so it lay silently in his coat pocket all the way.

"I'll be right there." He let go of her, got up and left the restaurant.

Wen Qing stretched her stiff shoulders and neck, and finally let out a sigh of relief. When she stood up, she suddenly found that both her legs were weak.

She quickly supported the back of the chair, and the chair slid a little, making a "squeak" sound as it rubbed against the ground.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the noise, Song Jingshen turned around and looked at her, "Can't walk anymore?"

Wen Qing quickly stood up, pretending to clean up the table and said, "Are you going to ignore all this?"

"The cleaning staff will be here soon."

Seeing her slowly following him, Song Jingshen ignored her and walked straight into the living room. He gestured a few times with his fingers next to the beauty vase with reeds on the coffee table. With a "beep" sound, the invisible door opened.

Wen Qing realized that she had seen something she shouldn't have, so she quickly lowered her eyes and followed him out.

Song Jingshen leaned his hand against the door, watching her walk out with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes pleasing, and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, I don't intend to guard against you."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood what he meant.

That’s right, what can be prevented from a pet?

"Yeah, I understand." She nodded obediently, her eyes were calm and desolate, with a hint of self-deprecating coldness.

"What do you understand?" Seeing that she was not in a good state, Song Jingshen held her back, "Since you have followed me, you are mine, I will naturally not guard against you, and you don't have to guard against me either. Come to me if you encounter trouble, understand?"

Wen Qing's eyes trembled, and her lips opened. After a long while, she only uttered one word: "Understand."

Song Jingshen saw that her expression had returned to calm. Compared to the first time she met him, this calmness had a bit more of the calm acceptance and patience after seeing the situation clearly.

He understood her thoughts. If she really ran into trouble, she would probably go to him first. She was so obedient on the surface, but she was so stubborn on the inside.

Song Jingshen felt annoyed but had no way to vent, so he held the back of her head and kissed her hard on the lips.

This time, they were really biting each other. Wen Qing didn't know what was wrong with him. Why was he so angry? Wasn't she sincere enough? How could she kneel down and lick his ass to satisfy him?

After a long while, Song Jingshen finally let her go. Wen Qing pursed her lips gently, her lips were already numb from the pain, swollen and swollen, with no feeling.

"What do you want from me?" She looked at him, confused. "If I'm really not what you want, then let me go. You can definitely find a woman who suits your taste better."

"Are you leaving again?" Song Jingshen's eyebrows were gloomy and his eyes were angry. "Don't you know how much convenience and resources I can bring to you? Even if you don't want to, just for these benefits, isn't it worth your patience?"