The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 101 Is your waist not feeling well?

In the box, Song Jingshen held Wen Qing's hand and looked at her carefully.

"Is it still cold?"

Wen Qing shook her head and forced a smile: "It's not cold anymore."

Her hands were already sore, but she didn't dare move. She just placed them quietly on the table and let him manipulate them.

The temperature in the room slowly rose. Not only was she no longer cold, she even felt a little hot.

She wanted to get up and take off her coat, but seeing that Song Jingshen had no intention of letting her go, she held back.

"Ding ding..."

The cell phone rang inside my coat.

Wen Qing glanced at Song Jingshen and said softly, "Can I take a call?"

The tone was completely negotiating, humble and cautious.

Song Jingshen slowly let her go, leaned back in the chair, staring at her without blinking, with a dark look in his eyes.

Without bothering to study his expression, Wen Qing pulled her hand back, quickly took out her cell phone from her pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Auntie."

Wen Qing hung up the phone, stood up and walked towards the side door of the box.

There is a private view of a small bridge and flowing water outside the door, which is suitable for quiet calls.

"I'm at school, having dinner... Well, there are still a few classmates who haven't gone home yet."

Wen Qing walked to the door while talking. As soon as her hand touched the door frame, she was pulled back by a strong force.

She held back a cry of surprise, stared over with wide eyes, and met the man's dark and deep eyes.

The next moment, her waist was restrained by the man and she couldn't move.

My aunt was still saying something on the other end of the phone. Wen Qing's head was buzzing and she couldn't hear a word. It took her a long time to find her own voice.

"Ah, the cell phone signal was bad just now, but it's OK now. Auntie, can you say it again?"

Zhou Wen's voice soon came from the phone.

"Grandma has moved into your room and asked if you want to put up a bed in the living room. There is only a narrow sofa in the living room now, and it's old. I plan to replace it with a sofa bed, and I want to ask you to go to the furniture store tomorrow to have a look."

"No need to change, I can just sleep on the sofa." Wen Qing said, "Anyway, I usually live in the dormitory and go back to live there occasionally, so I can make do with it. Changing the sofa bed will cost at least two or three thousand, so I might as well save it to pay Jing Long's tuition."

"How can that be possible? Your waist is not in good condition..."

"Aunt, I have something else to do. I'll hang up first." Wen Qing interrupted her and said hurriedly, "Tell grandma that I'm fine and let her rest assured."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing sent another WeChat message to Zou Yinyin: Tonight's make-up class will be postponed by one hour and will start at 8 o'clock. Is that okay?

The reply came quickly: Sure, Teacher Wen.

Wen Qing read it and was about to reply with an "OK" when Zou Yinyin sent another message.

It's a rare occasion that I get to date my boyfriend. If it's inconvenient, you can cancel the make-up class tonight.

It was followed by a smiling expression.

Wen Qing's ears turned red as she typed quickly:

No date, see you at eight.

send.

The other side replied with an OK.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put her phone away when she heard a low voice asking a question from above her head.

"Is your waist not in good condition?" Song Jingshen frowned, staring at the thick hair on her head, feeling very uncomfortable.

No wonder she was always limp in bed and would cry if you put a little force on her. He thought he was too rough, but he didn't expect that she had a bad back at such a young age.

"No." Wen Qing was held in his arms, and spoke in a muffled voice, "My aunt is too particular about her life. I'm fine."

"Can you let me go for a moment? I want to take off my coat." She pleaded in a low voice.

Whether she was willing or not, he knew her inside and out, and even didn't let her go for a phone call.

She was completely under his control and had to be careful at all times to avoid making him unhappy.

"Are you really not cold anymore?" He reached out and touched her forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat that wet the strands of hair on her forehead.

He immediately helped her take off her coat, hung it on the hanger, and then held her slender waist.

"Where does it hurt?" He restrained his fingers and pressed slowly, "Here? Or here?"

"Uh..." Wen Qing couldn't help but snorted, her eyes swept towards the door, and she said in panic: "Let me go, there is someone."

Where is the waiter? Why has the food not been served for so long?

Song Jingshen was silent for a moment, then immediately held her in one hand, opened the side door with the other, and flashed to the corridor outside the door.

"There's no one here. Let me give you a good look." He said in a low, hoarse voice, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Wen Qing hurriedly held him down: "I told you it doesn't hurt, what are you looking at?"

The hem of her dress was lifted up without a word, revealing a slender, fair skin with soft and sinuous curves.

The man narrowed his eyes, a hint of darkness flashing across his eyes.

He knew very well how seductive this waist was, but at this moment, his mind was on another level.

"Which position hurts when I do it in bed?" He asked in a low voice, slowly stroking that slender waist.

Wen Qing's face turned blood red, and she shook her head vigorously, unable to utter a word.

It hurts in any posture for a long time.

What if it hurts? She cried and cried, and he never stopped.

"If it hurts again, tell me." He gently put down the hem of her skirt and smoothed out the wrinkles. "Tell me where it hurts, do you hear me?"

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise and said "hmm" softly.

"Are you used to sleeping on Guangyu's mattress?" he asked again.

"what?"

"The mattress," he explained, "is it too soft and lacks support?"

"Not soft, I can sleep well."

He wouldn't change her mattress, she couldn't afford it.

"You've only slept for one night, and you're already used to it?"

A light laugh came from above her head, and a hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, causing Wen Qing's face to turn red.

"I fell asleep because I was tired. I didn't feel anything..."

"Even if you don't sleep well, you must tell me. I don't want to be unable to sleep before I get enough sleep." Song Jingshen pulled her shoulders and said to her with burning eyes.

"...Got it." Wen Qing replied in a low voice, her shoulders stiff.

"Knock knock--" There was a knock on the main door of the box.

Then the waiter asked politely:

"Mr. Song, the food is ready. Can it be brought in?"

Song Jingshen put his arm around Wen Qing's waist and gently led her into the box. When he passed through the side door, he said loudly, "Come in."

The front door opened in response, and a waiter came in pushing a cart filled with dishes and filled with smoke.

Wen Qing glanced at the dishes and felt dazzled. She didn't know where to look first.

Those Chinese tablewares were entwined with gold threads, bright in color, and magnificent in appearance. Wen Qing was shocked just by looking at those plates and bowls.

The waiter served the dishes one by one.

First, a large round plate was served, with a few pieces of preserved fruit arranged on it, a few orchids swaying, and curling white mist surrounding it, creating an elegant artistic atmosphere.

Wen Qing stared at the plate of preserved fruits in a daze. Can this be considered a dish?

She gave Jing Long more fruit every night.

The waiter smiled and explained: "This is a new creative dish we developed, wine-marinated cherry meat, you can try it."

Wen Qing nodded politely: "Okay."

The waiter continued to serve the food.

Cold dishes and mezze took up half of the table, followed by a few hot dishes, a few main dishes, and finally a hot soup.

The waiter bowed and said, "You two can enjoy it first. We will have some special noodles later, or you can exchange them for desserts."

"Would you like some dessert?" Song Jingshen asked.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds and said, "I can do anything."

Song Jingshen was silent for a moment, then said to the waiter, "Give her a bowl of chicken noodle soup, hot."

The waiter agreed and turned to leave the box.

"You don't eat pasta?" Wen Qing asked.

She needs to find out what the sponsor likes as soon as possible.

“They know what I want to eat.”

Song Jingshen picked up the small bowl in front of her and slowly filled it with soup.

Wen Qing was startled, and stood up and took it with both hands: "I, I can do it myself."

"Sit down." Song Jingshen put the bowl of soup in front of her without raising his head. "I like to do it myself to support a woman."