The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 143 I'm Not Familiar with You

As soon as Wen Qing walked down the steps in front of the Song family mansion, she saw housekeeper Yu walking towards her with a look of trepidation on his face.

"Uncle Yu, what's wrong?" Wen Qing asked in surprise.

"Master Jingshen is here." Butler Yu said worriedly, "When he heard that you were taken in by Miss Gu Jia, he scolded me and wanted to break in to find you. I pulled in several experienced old servants and persuaded him to stay."

"How could he come back?" Wen Qing was surprised and a little flustered.

"Someone informed him." Butler Yu quietly glanced at Gu Nan who was standing behind him and said with resentment.

Gu Nan coughed awkwardly, and said hesitantly: "Ms. Wen, I..."

"I know it was Song Jingshen who asked you to keep an eye on me, and there was nothing you could do about it." Wen Qing looked calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but her tone was filled with incredible doubt, "But, how come he came back? Didn't he go to North City?"

"The plane is late." Gu Nan touched his nose and said, "He heard that you got into Gu Jia's car, so he rushed back from the airport."

"You were the one who reported it?" Housekeeper Yu said angrily, "Miss Wen's safety, can't we guarantee it in the Song family mansion? Do you still need to worry about it?"

"At first I didn't know Gu Jia was going to bring her to the mansion." Gu Nan said aggrievedly.

"You don't recognize the car sent out by the mansion?" Butler Yu pointed at the red Land Rover parked at the door, "You don't recognize the license plate number?"

"I didn't notice." Gu Nan said with his neck stiff, "I saw Miss Wen left with someone else, so I couldn't care less."

Wen Qing's eyebrows twitched, and she looked towards the door in the direction of Butler Yu's finger. Sure enough, the new Land Rover was not the car that Gu Jia usually drove.

When did she drive the car from the Song family mansion?

Could it be because of the upcoming marriage between the Gu and Song families?

Just as I was daydreaming, a familiar figure came out from the side of the Land Rover. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants, carrying a black computer bag. His face looked a little tired, but his figure was as tall and straight as ever.

"Come here." The man waved at her, as if he was reeling in a fish, with some urgency.

"Uncle Yu, don't worry. I know what to say and what not to say." Wen Qing said softly to the housekeeper.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about..." Housekeeper Yu looked up at Song Weiming's window upstairs and frowned, "The master's actions are getting weirder and weirder. Why does he have to keep staring at you?"

"It won't be like this soon." Wen Qing smiled calmly and said casually, "I don't belong here in the first place, so it's normal for people to be wary of me."

"Ms. Wen, let's go. Mr. Song has to take the next flight." Gu Nan urged nervously.

Seeing that Wen Qing could no longer stay, Housekeeper Yu took out a small box from his arms and whispered, "This was cleared out from the East House a few days ago. It is the ring that the old lady gave to your aunt. Your aunt was reluctant to wear it, so she left it in the house. Take it, it will be of some use to you."

Wen Qing felt a little bitter. In this big house, she seemed to feel close and empathetic only with the housekeeper. As for others...

She looked up at the tall man with a gloomy face standing not far away, and felt a chill in her heart.

It will eventually pass.

She will also be his past.

Wen Qing glanced at Butler Yu, a hint of lingering feelings flashing in her eyes, but was quickly covered by her lowered eyelids.

"Thank you, Uncle Yu, you still think of us. But I won't take this ring. Song Jingshen and I are not clear about it now, so I really can't take anything from the Song family anymore."

“What does it have to do with Master Jingshen? This is the old lady’s stuff…” Butler Yu was about to say something when he suddenly realized that the box in his hand was taken away from behind very quickly.

He was so frightened that he turned back quickly, only to see that the box was held in Song Jingshen's hand, with the lid already opened, revealing the huge emerald on the ring.

"Master, you..." Butler Yu hesitated, not knowing how to deal with the situation, and hurriedly explained, "This thing was indeed given by the old lady..."

"The old lady has good intentions, but it's a pity that some people are very noble. Even if you give it to her, she won't bother to accept it." Song Jingshen slightly retracted his fingers, and the lid of the box snapped shut, and he put it in his palm. "I'll keep it first, and give it to her when she's in a better mood, and see if I can give it away."

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Qing, the teasing in his eyes instantly replaced by impatience: "Are you not leaving yet?"

"Uncle Yu, I'm leaving now. Please take care of yourself." Wen Qing looked at Butler Yu with nostalgia, her eyes aching. "If you need any help, don't forget to call me. I will do my best."

"How can you help?" Song Jingshen turned his head and said unhappily, "Cooking, taking care of the kids, or tutoring?"

Wen Qing said nothing, withdrew her gaze from Butler Yu, lowered her head and walked towards the door, opened the rear door of the black G-Class, and got in.

Song Jingshen frowned as he watched her get into the car, then turned around and asked Butler Yu: "How much gold and silver jewelry does Zhou Wen have left? Have you counted them?"

"Master, Miss Zhou didn't take anything when she left. Apart from the clothes, bags and shoes in the cloakroom of the East House, many jewelry were scattered everywhere."

“She has so many jewels?”

"The old lady gave a lot, and the master also gave a lot during festivals, so naturally it was a lot. But Miss Zhou didn't care much about jewelry, and she often just left it in Jing Long's room, so..."

"Just put it there?" Song Jingshen sneered, "She is really carefree, why didn't she pass on some of her generosity to her niece?"

"What?" Butler Yu didn't react for a moment, and continued to explain, "Miss Zhou doesn't have the habit of wearing jewelry. She wears it for a day occasionally, and then takes it off when she sleeps with Jing Long at night. After a long time, she inevitably forgets to put it away..."

Song Jingshen didn't have the patience to listen to his rambling, and left with a brief sentence before turning around: "If you find any more jewelry, send it directly to me."

Butler Yu agreed repeatedly, watched Song Jingshen and Gu Nan return to the car, started the car and drove away, and sighed secretly.

In the car, as soon as Gu Nan sat in the driver's seat, he raised the baffle between the front and rear rows.

Wen Qing's vision suddenly darkened. When she looked up and saw the gray board, she suddenly felt choked up.

Song Jingshen sat aside, saying nothing, with a gloomy expression. He was like a dark cloud of low pressure, making her feel a little breathless.

"Where are you taking me?" Wen Qing shifted her attention and looked out the window. She found that the car was not driving on the usual road, and she couldn't help but become nervous.

"Go to the airport." Song Jingshen turned on the computer and started typing seriously.

"I want to go too?" Wen Qing panicked, and a lucky idea popped up in her mind, "Okay, I'll take you to the plane first, and then I'll go home."

"That's a nice thought." Song Jingshen looked up at her, his eyes were full of emotion and anger, "I'll add another ticket, and you can go to North City with me."

"What?" Wen Qing was startled and blurted out subconsciously, "I'm not going!"

"Are you qualified to say no?"

"You...you can't kidnap me." Wen Qing said in panic, "I want to call the police!"

"Call the police?" Song Jingshen sneered, "As a core member of the project database, you have signed a confidentiality agreement. What reason do you have for not following the project?"

"But... you said it was voluntary, and I never touched the core data."

"How come you haven't touched it?" Song Jingshen stared at her and said, "How could I not know the task I assigned?"

"You, you are making a fuss!" Wen Qing turned her head away angrily.

Song Jingshen's eyes flashed with a cold light, raised his hand to twist her face, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to contact the surname Zou?"

"What's the surname Zou..." Wen Qing came back to her senses and realized that he was talking about Zou Liren. She felt uncomfortable, but she refused to do as he wished. "So what if I contact him? His daughter's class hasn't finished yet, and you suddenly came here like this, forcing us to reschedule."

"You guys?" Song Jingshen held his breath, and his fingers unconsciously exerted force, "Are you that familiar with him?"

"At least he knows how to respect me and won't deliberately embarrass me." Wen Qing's nose ached with pain, and she quickly lowered her eyelids to hide her tears, stiffening her neck and saying, "Except for having sex, I don't know you well."