Song Qiao maintained doubts about himself all the way. When he returned to the Gu family, Gu Jingting was still wearing a stained shirt. Judging from his frown, he seemed to have reached the limit of his patience.
She quickly handed over the clothes, "I bought something similar, you can change into it first."
Gu Jingting lowered his eyes and glanced, and found that the clothes he wore were indeed similar, but his was hand-customized, and it was extremely outstanding in terms of materials and workmanship.
He took the clothes and walked to the lounge next to him.
Song Qiao was originally worried that he would change in front of her, which would inevitably lead to embarrassment. Seeing this, she felt relieved and sat next to him waiting for him.
"Brother Jingting..."
"Miss Wen, you can't go in."
A cute and cheerful voice sounded along with the assistant's hurried obstruction. Song Qiao turned around and saw a familiar face running in from outside with a smile on his face.
It was different from the last time we met. This time she was wearing a high-end suit from House A, with her hair half tied up, and she looked particularly delicate.
But the smiling face turned gloomy the moment she saw Song Qiao. She stared at Song Qiao and said in a sharp voice, "Who asked you to come in?"
The assistant came in from outside and gave Song Qiao an apologetic smile.
After all, he watched Xiang Chen bring the people in with his own eyes, which shows that her status in Mr. Gu's position is not low.
Song Qiao nodded, faced Wen Shuya and said, "This is a matter between Mr. Gu and I. Miss Wen doesn't seem to have the right to interfere. Besides, it seems a bit impolite for you to question his guest uninvited."
"Who do you think you are, you deserve to be polite to me?" Wen Shuya's expression suddenly changed and she rushed over to attack her.
"stop."
A sharp shout came from behind. Song Qiao turned around and saw Gu Jingting coming out of the lounge with a heavy face. He frowned and looked at Wen Shuya, "Who asked you to come?"
Wen Shuya seemed to feel that these words insulted her, and her eyes suddenly turned red, "She can come, why can't I come?"
Gu Jingting frowned and said in a calm voice, "Don't cry in front of me. I have no obligation to coax you. Besides, it's not up to you to decide who I want to come to my place."
Wen Shuya didn't expect that Gu Jingting would talk to her like this, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Tears welled up in her eyes, "Gu Jingting! You bastard."
The noisy sounds echoed in the office, and Gu Jingting showed his impatience, "If you are okay, I will have someone take you back first."
"I don't want it!" Wen Shuya shouted.
Song Qiao didn't want to get involved in their confrontation at this time, lest Wen Shuya would turn around and become crazy about love and resent herself again. She silently took two steps back and looked away in boredom.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she was attracted by Gu Jingting's arm uncontrollably.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, he didn't have time to fasten the cufflinks, and half of his wrist was exposed as he moved. On the top part, she saw a few faint black lines.
Song Qiao felt something looked familiar. He took half a step in and was about to take a closer look when he was suddenly interrupted by Wen Shuya's cry.
"Bitch, you dare to get close to brother Jing Ting, are you trying to seduce him?" She shouted, raising her hand and slapping Song Qiao in the face.
Gu Jingting moved faster and grabbed Wen Shuya's wrist with his backhand, "What do you want to do?"
"Brother Jingting, let me go." She struggled.
Gu Jingting's eyes darkened completely, and he pressed harder, "If you want to go crazy, get out."
Wen Shuya's wrist was so pinched that it hurt. She screamed in pain, pulled back her almost broken hand, and shouted to Song Qiao, "Just wait for me, I won't let you go."
Then he stomped away.
Song Qiao had no time to pay attention to her reaction. The feud between the two had been forged long ago and she couldn't hide from it. At this time, she was more concerned about the tattoo under Gu Jingting's sleeve.
She took two steps closer to take a closer look, but Gu Jingting had already noticed the problem with the sleeves and buttoned them casually.
He glanced at Song Qiao, and there was an undercurrent surging in his eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Jingting said with a hint of joking, "Your eyes are so blatant. I don't know, I thought you wanted to eat me alive."
Song Qiao came back to her senses and met his gaze, "I just saw something on your arm and was a little curious."
After she finished speaking, her heartbeat sped up inexplicably. She didn't know where the impulse came from and said directly to Gu Jingting, "Can you let me take a look? Just one glance."
Gu Jingting's expression did not change, "If you want to see it, you can."
Before Song Qiao had time to speak, he followed up with a sentence that made people blush, "How about going to bed and watching?"
"..."
Song Qiao's face suddenly turned red. She looked at Gu Jingting's face, pursed her lips and said, "No need, I'm just curious. Since Mr. Gu doesn't want it, I won't force him."
Gu Jingting adjusted his sleeves, "That's such a pity."
When the words fell, there was no follow-up. Song Qiao really didn't know what to say. She was afraid that Gu Jingting would suddenly make some shocking remarks.
As the atmosphere fell silent, she even found it difficult to stay.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Qiao still said, "Mr. Gu, I still want to go back to the hospital to see Qiqi first. Let's postpone the dinner treat until later."
Song Qiao was already prepared for Gu Jingting not to agree, and silently thought about how to escape.
Unexpectedly, Gu Jingting didn't stop him. He responded and let Song Qiao go first.
The changes were so fast that Song Qiao didn't react until she left Gu's house. She turned to look at the tall building behind her, stopped a car on the roadside and rushed to the hospital.
Halfway through, the traffic started to jam.
The driver followed behind and moved forward slowly like a snail, muttering, "It's strange, this is usually not the time for traffic jams, so why is today an exception?"
Song Qiao looked out and found that the car was blocked in the middle, and he was in a dilemma.
At this time, it was impossible to take a detour, so he could only wait slowly. Song Qiao sighed helplessly, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his mind.
I always feel that this traffic jam is not that simple.
Thinking together, Song Qiao shook her head. She was thinking about something, it was just a traffic jam, it was very common.
At the same time, a black Bentley was speeding on the road. Xiang Chen pressed the accelerator to the floor and drove past other cars several times, attracting numerous honks and curses.
He had no time to pay attention and rushed to the hospital with Gu Jingting.
"Mr. Gu, I have followed your instructions and found someone to block her way back to the hospital. There is no need for us to rush." Xiang Chen looked at Gu Jingting's face through the rearview mirror and said.
Gu Jingting closed his eyes and said calmly, "It's better to go back as soon as possible."
Song Qiao was already suspicious when he saw the tattoo on his arm. If something unexpected happened, he wouldn't even have a chance to lie.
"yes."
Xiang Chen stopped talking and accelerated again when the next green light came on.
Gu Jingting felt the speed of the car, slowly opened his eyes, and rubbed his forehead with a headache. He was negligent today and was not prepared for Song Qiao to see his tattoo.
