The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 11 I Just Want the Freedom to Say No

Wen Qing's voice trembled with anger, and at first it sounded like she was crying. Song Jingshen glanced at her and saw that her almond-shaped eyes were indeed misty again, and even the tip of her nose turned red.

"You don't worship the Buddha that's already there, but you're just walking around in circles and bumping into things blindly."

Song Jingshen turned the car and stopped it on the side of the road. He reached into the glove box, took out a card and threw it into Wen Qing's arms.

Wen Qing lowered her head to take a closer look. It turned out to be a plastic-sealed pass with a hole on it. She could thread a strap through the hole and hang it around her neck.

"The pass for tomorrow's performance allows you to bring two people." Song Jingshen added, "Take this to the organizer and they will arrange seats at any time."

Wen Qing didn't expect there was such a way to enter. She was stunned for a moment and just stared at the photo on the ID card.

In the photo, Song Jingshen has a serious expression, clear eyes, and strong features. At first glance, he looks like a male star who has just become famous.

"Turn on your phone." Song Jingshen handed her phone over, "Add me on WeChat."

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then did as she was told. Soon, she received a phone number via WeChat.

"This is the phone number of the organizer." Song Jingshen said, "her surname is Fang, you can just call her Sister Fang."

Wen Qing looked at him in disbelief: "I called her directly? Does she know who I am?"

"I gave her your WeChat." He said, and started the car again and drove forward, continuing to remind her, "Don't tell Yin Xiaoxiao about this."

"Why?" Wen Qing asked. His series of actions made her feel that her brain was not enough.

"I don't want her to misunderstand," Song Jingshen smiled, and then said, "I'm more afraid that you won't misunderstand."

"I don't need this kind of misunderstanding." Wen Qing said unhappily, "This ticket doesn't have to be done."

"Why, aren't you afraid that Zhao Jin will misunderstand you when you ask for help? I'm helping you, but you're getting arrogant?"

"Why am I being so arrogant?" Wen Qing retorted, "If you want to help someone, just help them openly. Why bother letting this person misunderstand you and worrying about that person not misunderstanding you?"

"In theory, I can help Yin Xiaoxiao with her problem, but I don't want her to know, and she doesn't deserve to know. But you are different," Song Jingshen said word by word, "I helped you in the hope that you can repay me, do you understand?"

"What should I give you in return?" He was so straightforward that Wen Qing was stunned. After a while, she added, "I didn't ask you to help me. What should I give you in return?"

There was a squeak and the wheels made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground. An emergency brake caused Wen Qing to stagger.

Song Jingshen stopped the car, suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over Wen Qing.

"What are you...doing?!" Wen Qing leaned tightly against the backrest, holding him with both hands.

"Don't you know what to give back?" Song Jingshen's jawline tightened, with the flame of desire in his eyes, "I'll teach you."

He kissed her fiercely, twisting and grinding her with anger, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

"Don't..." Wen Qing regretted arguing with him. She pushed his chest hard, and her lips and teeth barely opened a gap. "I know... what to repay."

Song Jingshen barely stood up and stared at the blood-like red mark at the corner of her lips - it was just caused by him, and he felt a sense of conquest in his heart.

"What's in return?" He looked down at her, waiting for her to enter the net.

Wen Qing smoothed the hair on her cheek, tried to calm down, and looked into his eyes: "Does it have to be like this? Even if I don't want to?"

"You don't want to?" Song Jingshen laughed contemptuously, "Don't you know how many benefits there are to following me?"

"I know Mr. Song is very powerful." Wen Qing said softly, "But I just want to live a normal life and have a little freedom to say no."

The corners of her lips felt a burning pain when they were slightly moved. Wen Qing endured the pain and tried her best to speak clearly.

"I don't know what I did wrong to cause Mr. Song to have such a misunderstanding. If..." Wen Qing pushed the pass back to his hand and said softly, "If this card has deepened your misunderstanding, please take it back."

Song Jingshen was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Does your mouth hurt?"

Wen Qing stroked the corner of her lips, turned her head away and said nothing.

"Porcelain is stronger than you." The man turned her face and was about to say something when he suddenly met her tearful eyes.

"Why are you crying?" The desire in the man's heart instantly turned into a net, tearing at his heart. "You were still talking nonsense just now, and you are talking nonsense to the sky."

"I don't know how to reason." Wen Qing quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Besides, what's the point of reasoning? In the end, I still have to beg you to let me go."

"You're nothing special. I won't let you go." Song Jingshen sat back in the driver's seat and suddenly felt bored. He looked at the gray night in front of him and felt a little empty in his heart.

"You keep the pass. It's just a small favor. I'm not that stingy," he said.

"Thank you." Wen Qing thanked him in a low voice, her voice as thin as a mosquito. Her face was lowered on her chest, and from the side one could only see the corners of her tightly pursed lips - which were already bright red as if bleeding.

Song Jingshen suddenly felt upset. He started the car quickly, turned around, and drove straight towards the electronics building.

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Yin Xiaoxiao hung up the phone and strolled in front of the electronics building for a while. Seeing that Wen Qing had not come yet, she slowly walked towards the woods.

This forest is full of camphor trees. The trees are tall and dense, emitting a faint fragrance. Now shrouded in the night, they seem a bit mysterious.

Suddenly, the street lights came on. Yin Xiaoxiao blinked and found a car parked on the side of the road! The black car body was hidden in the night, and it would have been difficult to find if it hadn't been swept by the light of the street lights.

Yin Xiaoxiao felt that the car was not simple. It was parked in a position that was neither too far nor too far, and was just blocked by the woods. If she hadn't walked a few dozen meters to this side, she would never have been able to see it from the electronics building.

What's even more surprising is that the car is actually a G-Class. Who on campus would drive such a car? Teachers usually drive low-key cars, and if students occasionally drive, they don't dare to choose such a flashy model.

Yin Xiaoxiao couldn't help wanting to find out what was going on, when suddenly the car door opened and a girl stepped out. She quickly stopped and quietly watched from the shadows.

The girl got out of the car and was about to close the door when a man's hand suddenly stretched out from the door and grabbed her arm! The hand was slender, white, and had distinct joints. The cuffs were made of high-end custom-made casual clothing. The armband was shining under the street light, and it was obvious that it was not a common item.

The man in the car seemed unhappy with the girl leaving and tried to pull her back. The girl couldn't break free and had to turn around and get in the car.

The car door was half open behind the girl. The two people in the car seemed to be arguing about something and didn't care about Yin Xiaoxiao who was peeping at them.

Yin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but get closer to the car because of her curiosity. At this moment, the license plate was freed from the obstacles and slowly exposed to her vision. But when she saw the numbers on the license plate clearly, she was stunned!

When she came to her senses, she turned around and ran as if she had seen a monster. While running, she took out her cell phone from her bag and dialed the familiar number.

"Sister Jiajia, Brother Jingshen has come to F University and is near the electronics building." Yin Xiaoxiao lowered her voice and covered the microphone, fearing that someone would hear her. "There's someone in his car, a woman... She looks like his girlfriend."

Yin Xiaoxiao said hesitantly, and then heard a harsh question from the other side: "What woman?! Did you see who it is?"