The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 38 He Wants to Give Her Australian White

After entering the mansion and walking along the corridor to the end, there is a long hall with a large area.

When they came in, there were already quite a few people sitting in the hall. Wen Qing helped Zhou Wen sit down, and asked Jing Long to sit next to her, then she looked up and looked at the people in the hall.

There was a long table in the middle of the hall, with arc-shaped ends. Song Weiming sat at the end far away from the door, with two groups of people sitting on either side of him. On one side sat Song Weizi, Qi Pengju and Qi Fan, and on the other side were several professionals in suits and ties. One of them was about the same age as Butler Yu and seemed to be a lawyer.

Song Weizi saw that Wen Qing looked very calm, as if the slapping she had suffered that day had never happened. Qi Fan immediately lowered his head when he saw her. Only Qi Pengju smiled at her in a friendly manner.

Sitting next to Song Weizhi's family was Jing Huai, who had come to the hospital to see Zhou Wen that day and had talked a lot with Wen Qing. Wen Qing wanted to say hello to her, but Jing Huai pretended not to see her and took out a mirror to touch up her makeup.

Seeing her like this, Wen Qing was surprised at first, then she rolled her eyes silently, sat back in the chair and waited silently.

After a while, a man walked in from the door. He was short and fat, and walked quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he went towards Song Weiming.

Wen Qing looked over curiously and found that the short and fat middle-aged man was Yin Tongcheng. He was whispering something in Song Weiming's ear, and Song Weiming's face changed in horror.

"Really?" Song Weiming looked at Yin Tongcheng and asked in a low voice.

Yin Tongcheng had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and didn't have time to wipe it off. He answered stiffly, "I just heard about it too. Fortunately, it's not too late..."

"Hmph!" Song Weiming stood up abruptly with a sullen face, as if he was going out to settle accounts with someone. Before he even reached the door, he bumped into his eldest son who had just come in.

"Where are you going, Mr. Song?" Song Jingshen asked, his tone as cold as his expression.

"You still remember to call me Mr. Song!" Song Jingshen's cheeks trembled with anger. He raised his hand and pointed at Song Jingshen, and asked angrily: "You went behind my back and joined forces with other shareholders to undermine me, and you still remember to call me..."

"They found me." Song Jingshen interrupted him, "They don't believe you won't marry a new wife, nor do they believe you can keep the shares left by my mother." Song Jingshen shrugged, "What can I do?"

"It's you! Spreading rumors that I have other women..."

"It's just that someone took the photo. You naturally couldn't take the photo without a woman. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not being careful." Song Jingshen smiled, "Grandma's body is still warm, and you've already made an appointment with a female star. Why are you so impatient?"

"What did you say?" Zhou Wen looked at Song Jingshen in disbelief, then turned to look at Song Weiming, "Is what Jingshen said true? You..." Zhou Wen choked, her eyes filled with tears.

"Of course it's true, but he was unlucky. He never found another mistress as honest as you." Song Jingshen said casually, "None of those women gave birth to children for him."

“Shen Jing, how can you, a young junior, be so vicious that you even plot against your own father…” Song Weizi stood up trembling with anger, waving his arms as if he was going to beat up this hateful nephew.

"Aunt, you'd better save your money. According to my grandmother's will, as long as you don't make a fuss, the shares that my father can't inherit may be divided into yours." Song Jingshen said with a faint smile, "And the resort, I also plan to hand it over to my uncle, so that Qi Fan will have a place to go after he graduates in the future."

Song Weizhi immediately fell silent. In the face of interests, no matter how strong the brother-sister relationship is, it is not as important as his son's future. Song Weiming is on the decline, but Song Jingshen still has a long way to go.

Wen Qing sneered in her heart: What a wealthy family, what young masters and young ladies, they are just a bunch of selfish, cold-blooded, profit-seeking trash.

She touched the back of Zhou Wen's hand and whispered "Don't be sad", then touched Jing Long's head, who looked confused, and said, "It's okay. After the meeting, I'll take you to KFC."

Jing Long immediately smiled, his eyes sparkling, and all the strange things were no longer a big deal to him.

It was as if Song Jingshen had a radar installed in his ears. He heard everything Wen Qing said, and a slightly unhappy look appeared on his face.

Doesn't she care about money and shares that other people care about? Humph, she deserves to be so poor that she doesn't even have a decent dress.

He looked at her empty neck and suddenly felt that there was a bead missing there, preferably an Australian white one...

These days, whenever he had free time, Gu Jia dragged him to visit luxury stores. Gu Jia couldn't walk when she saw jewelry and bags, but when he saw those things, he couldn't help but imagine what Wen Qing would look like wearing them.

But he just couldn't imagine it, as if Wen Qing was insulated from these luxurious things and was born not on the same wavelength as them. Now that he met her in person, he finally thought of an accessory that was suitable for her, which was the one he used to tease swans when he was a child.

Song Jingshen smiled helplessly, feeling that he was really ridiculous. She didn't even look at him, but he was still trying to figure out what jewelry to give her.

"You're still laughing?!" Song Jingshen was so angry that he grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it at him!

Song Jingshen was standing not far from Wen Qing. Song Weiming was so angry that his hands were shaking, so naturally he couldn't throw things accurately. The ashtray was about to fall on Wen Qing's shoulder, but Wen Qing was concentrating on protecting Jing Long's head and had no intention of dodging it.

Zhou Wen screamed, "Be careful!" Wen Qing gritted her teeth and stiffened her shoulders, ready to take this sudden disaster.

But Jing Huai exclaimed: "Brother! Are you going to die? You are injured!"

Wen Qing looked back in surprise and found a strong man's arm covering her head and neck. Looking up along the arm, she saw Song Jingshen's forehead with bulging veins.

"Dang dang..." The ashtray fell on the table with a loud noise, scaring Jing Long to scream. Wen Qing quickly stroked his back: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Song Jingshen's face was very ugly. Others thought he was in pain, but he was the only one who knew that he was not only in pain, but also angry - he helped her to protect her from the wind and rain, but she didn't even look at him. Is her heart made of stone?

Wen Qing was somewhat grateful to Song Jingshen, but when she saw his murderous expression, she became extremely angry, let alone thank him.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have to be here, let alone suffer this danger. Besides, Song Weiming originally hit him with the ashtray, so he deserved it.

Wen Qing silently watched Jing Huai and the family doctor who suddenly appeared take Song Jingshen aside to check his injuries. She opened her mouth but said nothing.

Zhou Wen stroked her pounding chest and said to Wen Qing, "Qing'er, my heart is not feeling well. I am having a little trouble breathing."

Wen Qing had heard in the hospital that Zhou Wen had a bad heart, so she immediately stood up and said to the family doctor, "Doctor, do you have any aspirin tablets?"

Jing Huai was getting annoyed, so he turned around and yelled at her, "Why are you making trouble? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Wen Qing was about to say something, but Zhou Wen pulled her back: "Just take me to the window to get some fresh air."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, nodded, and helped her stand up and move to the window. Zhou Wen was used to swallowing her anger, and she didn't take this kind of thing too seriously. On the contrary, Song Weiming's date with a female star made her more distressed, but she couldn't tell Wen Qing about this pain, so she had to keep it in her heart and torture herself over and over again.

Wen Qing knew that her aunt was sad, but she didn't know how to comfort her. On the other hand, this was not a bad thing. After the old lady died, the troubles of the Song family were exposed one after another. For her aunt, it was better to suffer a short pain than a long one if she could see Song Weiming's true face earlier.

Wen Qing was thinking when she suddenly felt someone touching her arm. She turned around and saw that it was Jing Long touching a box of aspirin.

"My brother asked me to deliver it." Jing Long said, and looked back at the chair where Song Jingshen had just sat, only to find that it was empty.

"Huh? Where's my brother?" Jing Long looked for Song Jingshen curiously and found that he was already sitting proudly at the other end of the long conference table, facing Song Weiming.