Song Qiao stood up suddenly and walked out subconsciously. When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and took out her mobile phone to call back.
But after the busy signal, there was still no answer. Song Qiao frowned slightly. She thought for a moment, picked up the coat hanging next to her and walked out quickly.
It was still early, and there was a constant flow of traffic on the street.
Song Qiao stopped a car on the side of the road and told the driver Gu Dajingfa's address, but then he started to get into trouble.
"Girl, that's a big place, where exactly are you going?" the driver asked her through the rearview mirror.
Song Qiao hesitated. The message only contained a few words and no specific address at all. Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that she seemed a little too impulsive and ran out just because of a vague message.
The thought flashed through her mind, and Song Qiao did not think about it any further. Since she had already come out, Gu Dajing might be in danger again, so she still had to go over and take a look, "You drive over there first, and then you can just find a place to stop."
"Okay." The driver stepped on the accelerator.
Along the way, Song Qiao was racking her brains to figure out where Gu Dajing was, but she knew too little about him and couldn't guess any more information.
While thinking wildly, the taxi had arrived. Song Qiao got out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment. She was hesitating where to look when she suddenly saw seven or eight people running past her not far away.
"Quick, he's running over there, go and chase him."
"That brat is pretty good at running."
"The person surnamed Gu can escape the first year of junior high school, but not the fifteenth..."
The last words were blown into Song Qiao's ears with the evening breeze, and the steps she originally planned to avoid suddenly stopped in place. The surname was Gu...could it be Gu Dajing?
Song Qiao's mind was a little confused, and by the time she came to her senses, she had already followed him.
The group of people ran all the way to a remote place. Song Qiao was afraid of being discovered, so she dared to follow from a distance. But as they went in, the light of the street lights began to dim, and her steps gradually slowed down.
When she was passing an alley, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, covering her mouth and nose, and dragged her over. Song Qiao was frightened, and kicked her back, but was held firmly.
Covered the ankle.
"It's me." A familiar voice came, dispelling Song Qiao's fear.
She turned around and could barely make out the outline of Gu Jingting in the dim light. For a moment, her heart dropped to the ground, but then anger emerged, "What on earth are you doing? You don't answer the phone, you don't reply to the message, and now you are still making trouble.
Something like this happened."
"Are those people chasing you?"
Gu Jingting's face was hidden in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly. When he heard Song Qiao's question, he snorted and said, "Are you worried about me?"
Song Qiao turned away his eyes and said coldly, "No."
She still had the energy to joke, but it seemed that nothing happened. She pushed Gu Jingting away, turned and walked out, "Since nothing happened, I'll leave first. If something similar happens next time, you'd better not contact me."
"Who said I'm fine..."
After Gu Jingting finished speaking, he suddenly slumped against Song Qiao. The faint smell of blood rushed into Song Qiao's nostrils. She was caught off guard and staggered for two steps before standing still, "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Jingting leaned on Song Qiao's shoulder, his voice concealing the weakness and hoarseness, "It's okay, I'm a little injured, I may need you to help me." As he spoke, he wiped his hand on his waist and put it on Song Qiao's shoulder.
The fingertips in front of Qiao were slightly scarlet, "In addition, the wound still needs to be treated."
Song Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly, "How come you were injured like this? Did they beat you?"
Gu Jingting's breathing was slightly heavy, "It doesn't matter. When they were chasing me, I accidentally fell and tore the original wound."
Song Qiao was still angry, but seeing how miserable he was, she couldn't bear to just throw away her hands and leave. She held back her anger and helped Gu Jingting out, "How did you become enemies with them?"
Before walking out of the alley, Song Qiao paused and asked, "Is it okay if we go out directly?"
If those people just turned back and one of them was disabled and the other had no ability to fight back, they might not be able to hold on for even half a minute before they would be caught and no one would be able to leave at that time.
"It's okay, those idiots won't come back." Gu Jingting said calmly.
After hearing this, Song Qiao still felt uneasy. She poked her head out and looked both ways to make sure there was no one coming back with her, and then she dared to help Gu Jingting out with confidence.
They were lucky. As soon as they walked to the street, a taxi came towards them. Song Qiao helped him get in. After giving him his home address, he had time to look back at Gu Jingting. Under the street lights, his appearance finally appeared.
It comes into view clearly.
The suit was so wrinkled that it was impossible to see, and there were two cuts on his waist and abdomen. The hideous wounds were vaguely visible. Blood was still coming out as he breathed, but except for his pale face, there was nothing unusual about him at all.
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Song Qiao calmly withdrew his gaze without interfering.
After the car returned to the community, Song Qiao took Gu Jingting back home. Without saying a word, she found the medical kit and put it in front of Gu Jingting. "You can take care of it yourself. Just throw the clothes in the trash can."
Gu Jingting looked at the medical box for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked, "You won't help me?"
"You just have a wound on your waist. It doesn't prevent you from taking care of it yourself." Song Qiao said, "Besides, I think you are in pretty good condition, so you should be fine."
Gu Jingting stretched out his hand to press the wound on his abdomen, and his whole body seemed to have suddenly weakened, "If I hadn't held on just now, I might have fallen over there and not been able to come back. I really don't have any strength now."
Song Qiao picked up the phone expressionlessly, "Then I'll call an ambulance for you now, just in case I don't handle it properly and affect the wound."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was silence in the room.
After a long while, Gu Jingting lowered his head and chuckled, "It seems you are really hard-hearted."
He no longer asked Song Qiao to help. He leaned forward slightly to open the medical kit and found alcohol and bandages. Then he lifted up the hem of his clothes without looking carefully, unscrewing the bottle cap and pouring it on top.
The strong sting made Gu Jingting's body tense up instantly. His expression did not change, he opened the bandage and started to wrap it around randomly. Song Qiao frowned at the rough and casual method.
She couldn't help but stop Gu Jingting's movements, and took the bandage from his hand expressionlessly, "Just bandage it without applying any medicine. It seems that you think you have too much blood and your life is too long."
Gu Jingting let her move, "This is how I came here before."
Song Qiao paused for a moment. She poured the powder on the wound, carefully wrapped the bandage around his waist a few times, and then said slowly, "It seems that you were really lucky before."
"It's not bad now." Gu Jingting said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to wait for you to pick me up today."
Song Qiao stopped, "It seems that my fate is bad."
