The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 114 I Didn’t Ask You to Act

Wen Qing's jaw was pinched so hard that she couldn't help but frown: "It hurts..."

Song Jingshen stared at her for a while before letting go, but his tone was still stiff: "Do what you should do, and leave the rest to me."

"Hmm..." Wen Qing rubbed her jaw and answered absentmindedly. Suddenly she remembered something and asked, "Can you give me back my old phone?"

Song Jingshen didn't say anything, he just started the car, turned the steering wheel, and slowly drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the road.

It was already dark outside, and before they knew it, they had spent almost the entire day together.

This is the first time they have been together for such a long time since they met. I don’t know how she feels, but Song Jingshen feels pretty good. At least he doesn’t want to let her go now.

"Your phone has been discontinued, why are you still taking it back?" he joked, "Waiting for it to appreciate in value?"

"I suddenly changed my phone, and grandma will ask me about it." Wen Qing said embarrassedly, "And the new phone is not cheap, I can't explain it."

"So you want to take turns using two phones?" Song Jingshen glanced at her and said disapprovingly, "If I give you my old phone, you will definitely put the new one aside, and then I won't be giving it away for nothing."

Wen Qing lowered her head slightly and said nothing more.

She really didn't want to use the new phone. The image of the two intertwined hands on the screen was enough to shock her. She even blushed when she saw it.

Once she used a new phone, she would think of him and that unbearable night every time she turned it on. Not to mention her own embarrassment, if others saw such a meaningful photo, would it create some kind of filter for her...

"You'd better just use the new one! If your grandma asks you about it, just make up a lie and say it's a reward from the school, or... a gift from someone who's pursuing you. Just make up whatever she can accept. It won't be difficult for you."

Song Jingshen interrupted her thoughts and glanced at her again. Seeing her hesitation, he continued, "When you are with me, your brows have never been relaxed. It seems that I still need to work harder to make you feel at ease to follow me until you can't leave me."

He intended to make his words sound casual, but to Wen Qing it was like thunder and lightning, causing her heart to tremble and her back to run cold.

She planned to sever ties with him after half a year and go their separate ways.

What he wanted was to deepen this relationship until she became his vassal and could not live without him.

She took a deep breath and looked at the sky outside the car.

The sky had darkened, the lights came on, and the streets were lit up with neon lights, full of color.

Her heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss, sinking all the way down.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself flying in the sky, free.

Even if it's just a fantasy, it can make her feel more comfortable.

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As soon as the black G-Class stopped downstairs of the dormitory building, Wen Qing's cell phone rang.

It was a new cell phone with a new ringtone. It took her two seconds to realize that it was her cell phone that was ringing. She quickly took the phone out of her pocket, but before she answered the call, she thought about changing the ringtone.

The ringtone came from an English rock song with explicit lyrics and music. She had heard the song before and knew the general lyrics, which were about a young girl enjoying her desires. But when she heard the singer's moans and sighs, she couldn't help blushing and her heart beating fast.

He must have done it on purpose! Setting such a connotative ringtone was nothing more than a reminder of her role as his bed partner.

While answering the phone, Wen Qing glanced at him resentfully. Seeing that his lips were slightly curled, as if he was trying not to laugh, she felt even more suffocated.

The call was from Zhu Yu, reminding her not to forget the dinner tonight.

"It's near the north gate of Guangyu Community, Building 22, Block A. Call me when you get there and I'll pick you up."

"Sister, I have a tutor tonight, so I might be late."

"It's okay, I'm glad you can come." Zhu Yu said in a relaxed and happy tone, "Everyone is busy with their own things during the holidays. We finally get together, so we will play a little later."

"Okay. I'll be there later, so you guys eat first and don't wait for me."

Wen Qing finished speaking and waited for Zhu Yu to hang up the phone before hanging up.

"Do you have to do that tutoring job?" Song Jingshen asked, "Turn her off and go upstairs to pack your things. I'll take you back to Guangyu and we'll have dinner together tonight. Then you don't have to run back and forth, right?"

"It's hard to refuse since they've already agreed. Besides, they're high school students, so I don't want to waste their time."

"Humph, I think that Zou is interested in you, so he let his daughter cling to you. He doesn't even consider his own conditions. He wants to marry an unmarried girl with two burdens. He is just dreaming."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all nonsense." Wen Qing frowned and denied, "Zou Yinyin is good at her studies and wants to learn high school courses in advance, so she came to me."

"In such a big city like Jiangcheng, can't a man named Zou find a tutor to teach high school courses?" Song Jingshen sneered at this behavior, "It's nothing more than that he has a crush on you and is tempted by your beauty."

"What about you?" Wen Qing's chest heaved with anger, her face flushed, and she spoke faster. "Even if he liked me, at least he knew how to respect me and never forced me to do anything. Unlike you, how you treated me..."

Halfway through her speech, her nose felt sore, her eyes turned red, and her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in it, making it difficult for her to breathe and she was unable to speak for a while.

She simply said nothing, turned around, pushed the door and got out of the car, but was pulled back by a strong force from behind.

"So you think he's good?" Song Jingshen hugged her body, and his heavy breath sprayed on her neck.

"I forced you, I admit it. But if you think he's good, that's not okay!"

"Yes... you forced me, but I still like you, feel grateful to you, and happily sleep with you." Wen Qing sneered, her face pale, "You'd better knock me out with a stick, or make me stupid with a drug, so that I can act with you, go crazy and dream with you!"

Song Jingshen was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said blankly: "I didn't ask you to act."

Wen Qing pushed him angrily: "I knew I couldn't explain it to you clearly! Let go, I want to get off the car."

"I'll go up with you." Song Jingshen suddenly became worried. He held her with one hand and pulled out the car keys with the other.

"Don't worry, I won't commit suicide." Wen Qing said calmly, "It's not time for me to die yet."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Jingshen scolded, tightening his grip even more.

"I won't let anything happen to you, and I won't treat you unfairly. Just follow me. Is that so difficult?!"

Wen Qing looked at him, opened her mouth, and suddenly didn't want to say anything.

No matter what she said, he couldn't empathize with her.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he is always successful in the business world. Countless people are eager for his resources and want to lick his ass everywhere. How can such a man understand what she is saying and what she is insisting on?

I'd just think she's being pretentious.

Wen Qing smiled helplessly and said softly, "I'm going upstairs to pack my things. Don't follow me. I want to be alone, okay?"

After a brief moment of indignation, she returned to her usual calm and gentle self. The outspoken her just now disappeared, and she seemed to be wearing a mask - a mask of indifference and alienation that was specially designed to face him.

Song Jingshen felt a trace of loss in his heart, and then he felt that this loss was very unfamiliar.

He never cared about women acting in front of him. As long as they were obedient and cute, what was wrong with women acting? It was a sign of flattery and respect for him. Not only did he not dislike it, he even enjoyed it.

But as for Wen Qing, he didn't want to watch her perform anymore.

He wanted to see her true emotions. Even if she resisted or made a sour face, it was better than pretending to be submissive.

But how could it be possible that he was forcing her and at the same time asking her to show her true feelings?

Song Jingshen rarely felt his mind was in a mess, so he also wanted to calm down and sort out his thoughts.

The moment he let go of her hand, Wen Qing suddenly opened the car door and floated away like a fish that had escaped from a net.

Song Jingshen subconsciously reached out and grabbed something, but as expected, it was empty.

His arms felt empty, his heart felt empty too, and he pounded his fist on the back of the seat. The empty feeling made him feel uncomfortable and panicked, and he almost couldn't breathe.

He raised his head and glanced at her back, then pushed the door open without hesitation, got out of the car, and followed her.