One night, after a restful night, it wasn't until four or five o'clock in the morning that Song Qiao finally calmed down. Her whole body was covered with sweat, and even her hair was soaked into strands.
Gu Jingting slowly put her down, went to the bathroom and brought out water and towels.
He took off Song Qiao's torn clothes, wrung out the towel and wiped her slowly.
Mr. Gu is as dignified as he is. He has never done this kind of job of serving others, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Occasionally, he accidentally exerts too much force, and Song Qiao's body will flinch in pain.
When Gu Jingting saw this, he used less force, but he didn't pay attention and the force in his hand became stronger again, causing Song Qiao to keep moving in pain.
He had to reach out
After going back and forth for a long time, he finally managed to clean up her body. He moved his somewhat stiff neck, looked at Song Qiao who was not sleeping peacefully, and chuckled.
Today I have paid back everything I owe her.
Gu Jingting brought medicine and bandages and began to treat the wound.
Time gradually passed, the morning light outside the window dimmed, Song Qiao escaped from the nightmare dream, she was drowsy, her eyes barely opened a crack, and she looked around.
The dim environment made it difficult for her to tell where she was.
Song Qiao's memory still lingered on the time when she was tortured by Rong's father. Her whole body tensed up instantly. Just as her heart was hanging in the air, she slowly remembered that she seemed to have been rescued.
She continued to turn her eyes in confusion, and saw a figure sitting beside the bed, lowering her head and dealing with something.
For some reason, Song Qiao easily identified who the other party was. Her secretly raised vigilance gradually dropped, fatigue struck her, and she fell asleep again.
When Song Qiao opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside the window.
She turned her head and looked at the dazzling sunlight. Burning pain gradually began to spread throughout her body. Song Qiao endured it silently and lowered her eyes to find that she had changed her clothes.
Under the light blue silk pajamas, white gauze could be seen faintly. It seemed that her wounds had been properly treated.
The scene from last night flashed through Song Qiao's mind. Before he could think about it carefully, the door was pushed open and Gu Jingting walked in from the outside carrying a tray.
"Are you awake?" He put the things on the bedside. "Let's get up and drink some porridge first. I'll need to take some medicine later."
Song Qiao opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but the syllables she came out were as rough as gravel grinding on the roadside, and her throat was still burning and painful, so she had to close her mouth and nodded lightly.
Seeing her frown, Gu Jingting picked up the warm water on the bed, sat next to her and helped her up.
"Open your mouth." He put the cup to Song Qiao's mouth.
Song Qiao also felt thirsty and lowered her head to drink. Unexpectedly, Gu Jingting lifted the cup too hard and a large amount of water went directly into her throat. She turned her head and started to choke and cough violently.
"Ahem...you want to commit murder...ahem, you don't have to do this," she said with difficulty.
When Song Qiao coughed, the wounds all over her body ached, and her pale face was stained with a strange red color because of this action.
Gu Jingting frowned, put down the cup, and patted Song Qiao's back gently, "Sorry, I don't have much experience."
After struggling to catch his breath, Song Qiao finally took a long breath, feeling that he had narrowly escaped death again.
She could also see that Gu Jingting did not mean it. Besides, he had just saved her life, so she couldn't get angry with him over such a trivial matter.
Song Qiao joked, "It seems that I am very honored to be taken care of by Mr. Gu."
"Ms. Song is quite conscientious and knows how to remember gratitude." Gu Jingting responded, picked up the porridge next to him, stirred it with a spoon for a while, and hesitated without moving.
Seeing this, Song Qiao took the initiative and said, "I'll do it myself."
"No, you can just lie down." Gu Jingting refused and directly scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her mouth, "Your hand is also injured, it's best to take care of it."
I have to say that Gu Jingting is indeed very capable.
After the accident just now, while observing Song Qiao's reaction, he adjusted his speed, and the bowl of porridge was finished smoothly.
After eating the porridge and soup, Song Qiao felt that his whole body had regained some strength.
She calmed down for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, her eyes widened suddenly, "What's wrong, where's my phone?"
As usual, Song Qiao had to go back to accompany Qiqi yesterday, but after Rong's father happened, she had no one to talk to and didn't even have a phone call. They would definitely be worried.
As if he had the ability to read minds, Gu Jingting instantly saw through her worries and said directly, "Don't worry, the two children, I already used your mobile phone to send them a message yesterday."
"What did you say?" Song Qiao asked quickly.
Gu Jingting replied, "I said you had to catch a night show last night and worked overtime. You didn't have time to go back. Please call them again today."
This kind of thing has happened before. After Qiqi and the others knew about it, they shouldn't have any suspicion.
Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Gu Jingting, "I really troubled you yesterday."
After she finished speaking, she found that Gu Jingting didn't answer, and even looked at her calmly, as if waiting for her to continue. It wasn't until her eyes showed confusion that she said slowly, "I thought you had to say, please come when you have time."
I eat."
"..."
She seemed to have said this to Gu Jingting frequently.
Song Qiao smiled helplessly, shook his head and said, "I won't say it anymore, and I won't say it in the future."
"reason."
"The help you gave me can't be repaid with just a few meals." Song Qiao actually felt a little distressed when he said this, "But with my current ability, I don't seem to be able to repay you with anything."
Gu Jingting asked back, "So, you want to default on the bill?"
Song Qiao was half leaning against the head of the bed. Her palm-sized face seemed to have lost weight after what happened yesterday, and her chin was so thin that it made people feel distressed.
She shook her head and replied softly, "No, you think it's better to pay the debt first, and I will pay you back when I have the chance."
Don’t worry if you have too much debt.
Song Qiao is now calm. She is here and will not run away. In the future, whenever Gu Jingting needs her, she will never hesitate to help him.
"Okay." Gu Jingting agreed.
He took the medicine next to him and handed it to Song Qiao, "After taking the medicine, you can continue to rest. I have something to go to the company. If you need anything here, just ring the bedside bell and call someone."
Gu Jingting finished what he needed to say, made sure that Song Qiao had nothing else to do, and planned to leave.
Song Qiao took the medicine, suddenly thought of something, and called him out, "Wait a minute."
Gu Jingting stood by the door and turned around, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
Song Qiao grabbed the corners of the quilt from left to right and struggled in her heart for a long time. Finally she gritted her teeth and asked, "Who bandaged my clothes and wounds last night?"
In fact, based on the scene she saw when she was half asleep and half awake in the morning, Song Qiao already had a vague answer in her heart, but she still wanted to ask more clearly.
Gu Jingting was so smart, he knew what she was thinking when he saw her face.
Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you think?"
