The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 98 Teacher Wen, do you live here too?

The cold rebuke came down from above her head, and Wen Qing's head was buzzing. She didn't know how to react for a moment.

The shoe boxes were scattered all over the floor. She stared at them for a while, then slowly bent down, pulled the one closest to her, opened it, took out a pair of light brown leather boots, and put them on barefoot...

Her movements were slow and her expression was numb, like a robot.

"Plop..." A tear hit the boot, leaving a shallow dot.

Wen Qing turned her head and rubbed her arm, her hands constantly putting on her shoes and tying her shoelaces without even raising her head.

"Are you not wearing socks anymore?" A low voice came from above my head again.

"No more." She shook her head, her voice a little hoarse.

The boots are filled with dense fleece, are the perfect size, and are very comfortable even without socks.

"Stand up, let me see."

A pair of large hands held her arms and helped her stand up.

"Try walking a few steps to see if it fits?"

Wen Qing followed his instructions and walked to the door of the cloakroom, her head lowered the whole time: "It fits."

"can I go now?"

"Where are you going?" Song Jingshen asked, staring at her profile.

"Go to the hospital."

He didn't take any precautions last night, so she had to hurry up and go to the clinic to buy a birth control pill.

But she couldn't say it, so she had to say she was going to the hospital.

"Don't you want your phone anymore?" Song Jingshen took her phone out of his pocket and shook it.

"Do you really want to give it to me?" Wen Qing asked with red eyes, "Or do you want to control me?"

"What's the difference? There are many ways to control you, not just a mobile phone."

"Then give it back to me." Wen Qing said, "I'm already... like this, there's no need for you to embarrass me."

"What's wrong with you?" Song Jingshen walked over and held her in his arms, his brows gloomy: "You are unwilling to follow me, and you are not obedient."

"I'll obey you." Wen Qing said submissively, "Can you give me my phone back? I've been out all day, my grandma and aunt must be worried."

"They haven't even made a single phone call, why are they in such a hurry?" Song Jingshen patted her head. "Now that three generations of their family are reunited, you have become the superfluous one."

"I'm not redundant." Wen Qing shook her head and said, "Jing Long needs me, and so do grandma and aunt."

"They need you only because they see that you still have value to be exploited. If you ask them for money, do they still need you?"

"There's no need to be so calculating among family members." Wen Qing said with her neck stiff, "I would rather be exploited by them than be forced by outsiders."

Song Jingshen sneered, his big hands slid from her shoulders to her waist, kneading her, his voice low: "You are so heartless, I only force you? You don't feel safe with me?"

sense of security?

Wen Qing found it funny and looked up at him: "I never thought that I could get any sense of security from Mr. Song. Unless you can be merciful and set a time limit for this relationship."

Song Jingshen's eyebrows were gloomy, and his tone returned to being cold: "I still say the same thing, when it will end depends on your ability."

The answer was as expected, cold, strong, and without any room for maneuver.

"Got it." Wen Qing nodded and asked calmly, "Can I have your phone? I need my identity information to register at the hospital. It's in my phone."

"Get a new phone first, then go to the hospital." Song Jingshen strode into the living room, picked up his coat from the sofa, and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Why are you standing there? Wait for me to hug you?" He looked up at her with deep eyes.

"If we go out together, we'll be exposed." Wen Qing walked slowly to the entrance and asked softly, "Give me your phone, I'll change it and go to the hospital by myself, okay?"

"Not good." Song Jingshen changed his shoes and stood at the door.

"If I don't follow you, you will probably sell your new phone for money, go to the clinic to buy some medicine, and then go back to the dormitory and lie down in the cold."

Wen Qing was stunned. He was absolutely right. That was exactly what she wanted to do.

Why did he know her so well?

In front of him, she had almost no way to hide, and she was seen through inside and out.

"I...I want to go home." She said softly.

"Go home? You're covered in marks, aren't you afraid of your grandma and the others questioning you?" Song Jingshen opened the door, held her hand and walked out, "You don't dare to go anywhere except the dormitory."

"I'm here, you can come anytime." He pinched her finger, "The combination lock uses fingerprints, please enter it."

Seeing her finger being pulled over by him, Wen Qing pulled it back with all her strength: "No, there's no need for me to come here alone."

"Since you're following me, I won't treat you as an outsider." Song Jingshen curled his lips slightly, operated the password lock with his fingers, quickly entered her information, took out the elevator card from his inside pocket and put it in her hand.

Wen Qing felt like she was being shoved with a branding iron, and quickly refused: "I don't want it, this is your card."

"I can enter by face recognition even if I don't have a card." Song Jingshen stared at her closely, "You better take it well. If you lose it, I'll settle the score with you."

Wen Qing was speechless. When they went upstairs just now, he asked her to help get the elevator card. It turned out that he did it to tease her and see her embarrassed.

Wen Qing quietly put the elevator card into the inner layer of her bag and zipped it up, trying not to be discovered by anyone.

Song Jingshen took her hand, walked through the hallway, walked into the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.

As the elevator went down, Wen Qing felt a little dizzy. She leaned gently against the wall of the elevator and slowly closed her eyes.

Song Jingshen seemed to like living in high-rise buildings. He bought an apartment on the 20th floor and chose the top floor of the building as his secret base. Looking out of the window, he could almost see the white clouds floating.

Don't be afraid of clouds covering your eyes, just because you are at the highest level.

Perhaps this is the feeling of being superior, cold and aloof, far away from the world.

But Wen Qing prefers small houses close to the ground, like the small bungalow in the north city where she has lived since she was a child, with a small yard. Her grandmother grows vegetables and dries quilts in the yard. On summer nights, she can move a stool, fan herself and sit in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

After so many years, the dormitory area of ​​the Fourth Factory is still the same, shabby and old, but it has retained a rare simplicity, as if the past is not far away, and she can go back to her childhood...

"What are you thinking about?" A deep voice sounded above my head, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The next moment, Wen Qing's body left the elevator wall and fell into the man's strong chest.

She opened her eyes and could only see the light grey sweater on his chest.

Wen Qing clearly felt his displeasure, but she didn't want to say anything.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "What do you want to eat?"

Before Wen Qing could reply, the elevator stopped.

The elevator door opened and several people walked in, amidst the sounds of children running and talking. They should be permanent residents who came downstairs to move around before it got dark.

The elevator car immediately filled up. Wen Qing silently pushed him away and moved to the corner.

Song Jingshen frowned unhappily, grabbed her and held her in his arms: "Why are you hiding?"

She couldn't break free from him, so she had to turn her face to the side and bury her head in his chest to avoid being seen.

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, filling the entire elevator car:

"Dad, I want to go home and change my clothes! This sister looks better in light blue than me!"

Wen Qing looked in the direction of the sound in surprise and found a little girl of about five or six years old, wearing a light blue short coat, with puffy cheeks, staring at her angrily.

"Yuanyuan, don't do this. It's very rude." A middle-aged man came over, gently stroked the girl's head, and corrected her in a low voice.

"No, I just want to change my clothes. She looks so good in them, and it makes me look ugly!"

The little girl pouted and replied, then looked up at Wen Qing, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said loudly: "Dad, isn't she my sister's tutor?"

Wen Qing was startled, looked up, and saw that the middle-aged man was looking at her.

He looked at her sharply, with some disbelief in his eyes, but his face was calm, and he asked slowly:

"Teacher Wen, do you live here too?"