The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 148 What do you want to eat?

Yongfeng Hotel is not the most luxurious hotel in North City, but it is a place with a long history and rich cultural heritage. Wen Qing has heard many stories about this place since she was a child, and many celebrities who appeared in history textbooks have stayed here.

But she never thought that one day she would be able to stay in such an expensive hotel like those celebrities. When she followed Song Jingshen to check in, she felt that life had played such a big joke on her, so big that she lost control and judgment of her life, making everything that happened at the moment seem like an absurd dream.

If time could go back, she would rather not have been to Jiangcheng and never met anyone from the Song family, including Jing Long.

Song Jingshen was right. She really didn't mind living an ordinary life in a small place, because that kind of life was understandable to her, not as incredible as it was now.

"Here's the room card, take it."

After the reminder, Wen Qing had a rectangular card in her hand. She lowered her head, said "hmm", and walked towards the elevator like a sleepwalker.

"Look at the road!" Song Jingshen grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her back half a step. "What's wrong? Are you carsick or hungry? You can't see the road clearly?"

Wen Qing shook her head. Seeing a group of young tourists rushing past her, she breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have bumped into someone."

"Hold on, I'll take you to dinner later." Song Jingshen held her in his arms, walked into the elevator, and let her lean on his chest again, "You won't feel dizzy now, will you?"

"I'm not dizzy, I was just distracted just now." Wen Qing gently pushed him away and moved to the side calmly.

There were other passengers in the elevator, and she didn't want to get too close to him, but the space in the elevator was limited, and she couldn't move after taking half a step. So she lowered her head to look at the card in her hand to divert her attention from the man next to her.

1502.

There were four numbers printed on the card. She looked up at the small screen in front of the elevator. The red numbers were flashing one by one, gradually approaching the floor they were going to.

The elevator stopped and started, and passengers came in and out. Song Jingshen always leaned against the inner position of the elevator, but his superior temperament and appearance always attracted many eyes, and they looked at him from a distance.

Wen Qing was extremely sensitive to the gazes of strangers, so she half-hid beside him, turning her face to the side, trying hard to conceal herself for fear of being recognized.

Although her reason told her that the probability of meeting acquaintances here was almost zero, she still couldn't help hiding. Maybe it was because she was homesick. In Jiangcheng, she could still accept going out for a stroll with Song Jingshen, but when she returned to Beicheng, she couldn't stand it.

This is not right. Wen Qing told herself that this was not right. She had not yet completed the task assigned by Song Weiming, and had not yet prepared a way to get rid of Song Jingshen. She had no right to be hypocritical.

After finally reaching the 15th floor, Wen Qing held the room card tightly, walked out of the elevator quickly, and followed the gold-plated markings on the wall all the way to Room 1502.

With a "beep", the room card was swiped, Wen Qing pushed open the door, and saw the room full of luxurious and bright furniture, and she couldn't help but take a breath.

The doorman pushing a luggage cart followed and asked Wen Qing if he could unload the luggage at the door.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and just as she said "OK", the doorman immediately placed the suitcases and bags on the cart one by one in the entrance hall, stacked them neatly, and said goodbye politely.

Song Jingshen didn't know when he came in. After the doorman left, he put his hands in his pockets, stood in the entrance full of luggage, pointed to the shoe cabinet, and asked, "Why didn't you change your shoes?"

"I forgot." Wen Qing responded casually, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, and took out men's slippers and placed them at his feet, then walked to the entrance and packed her luggage.

"What do you want to eat? You can ask them to bring it to you." Song Jingshen asked her while changing his shoes.

"I'm fine with it. Just order whatever you want to eat." Wen Qing answered without raising her head. After packing their clothes, she took out the computer from her backpack and prepared to find a bedroom to use as a study.

"Aren't you hungry?" Song Jingshen took a big step and stood in front of her, his voice a little hoarse, "If you're not hungry, sleep with me for a while."

"No, I... I'm hungry. Let's eat first." Wen Qing nervously walked around him, put the computer on the coffee table in the living room, looked up and glanced around, and saw a rectangular island behind the sofa. That should be the kitchen.

She walked over quickly, turned on the faucet on the countertop, and said as she washed her hands, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it. It saves time than ordering."

Song Jingshen smiled faintly, walked over and opened the refrigerator behind her. There were only a few bottles of mineral water and beer in it: "My clever wife, what do you want to make?"

Wen Qing awkwardly found a tissue to wipe her hands, and said awkwardly: "Then... I'll go buy some groceries."

"In order to avoid me, are you planning to buy a piece of land to grow vegetables?"

"I do not……"

"Nothing?" Song Jingshen pressed, "You cook for a while, clean the room for a while, but you just don't want to stay with me for a while. Did I bring you here to be a nanny?"

"Of course not." Wen Qing held her breath and whispered, "I'm not just a babysitter, I also sleep with you."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Song Jingshen was so angry that he laughed, and said in a bad tone, "You did it on purpose to make me angry so that I would let you go, right?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, trying to calm her inner grievances. After a long while, she said, "I don't want to quarrel with you. Just tell me what you want from me. I will cooperate with you."

"I want you to be more normal, just like you face your aunt, Jing Long, Zhao Jin and others, and face me. Be what you should be, say whatever you want to say, tell me what you like and dislike, instead of making me guess." Song Jingshen finished a long string of words in one breath, and felt a little dry in the mouth, so he took a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, and continued, "If you want to drink beer right now, you can naturally take a sip from my hand. This is the kind of freedom I want, like an ordinary couple. Can you do it?"

"...I'll try my best." Wen Qing nodded, tried to take the beer from him, and took a sip carefully. The cold liquid flowed down her throat, and tiny bubbles mixed with the aroma of malt exploded all the way, leaving behind a refreshing stimulation.

It's really cool, this is what it feels like to drink with others. Not only is it a way to relax when you are alone, but it can also be a channel for you to communicate your emotions.

She looked up and asked the man, "Is that so?"

Song Jingshen didn't say anything, just held her hand and drank the can of beer in one breath.

Wen Qing shook the empty can in her hand and pursed her lips regretfully. She only took a small sip, and when her craving for alcohol was aroused, it was gone. She couldn't help but look back at the refrigerator.

"Want more?" he asked.

"Ah."

"Wait a minute, drink after dinner." Song Jingshen closed the refrigerator door, threw the empty can aside, hugged her, walked around the island, and sat on the sofa.

"Now tell me, what do you want to eat?" He smiled slightly, very satisfied with the current state of the two.

Although she had only taken a sip of wine, Wen Qing's cheeks were already flushed, her eyes were sleepy, and she looked a little tipsy. Her mind was also covered with a layer of fog. The things that were clearly defined before now seemed to be reconcilable.

"Homemade tofu, stir-fried kidney beans, and rice."

"Gone?"

"Ah."

Song Jingshen called the waiter and repeated the two dishes she ordered, and added abalone stewed chicken, black pepper beef tenderloin, lobster risotto and bird's nest stew.

"You ordered too much." Wen Qing frowned slightly as she watched the waiter leave.

Used to being frugal, she was not used to his lifestyle.

"Let me eat vegetarian food with you?" He pinched her fair cheek and said with a half smile, "I will starve to death."

"You ate too much for dinner, be careful not to affect your digestion." Wen Qing lowered her head and replied indifferently.

"With you accompanying me in exercise, I'm just afraid that I won't eat enough and won't be able to withstand you." Song Jingshen patted her face, stood up and walked to the dining table.

Next to the dining table was a huge wine cabinet. He took a bottle of red wine and shook it at Wen Qing, saying temptingly, "Do you want to try it?"