Gu Jingting waited for Song Qiao to finish the meal and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel now?"
"Much better." Song Qiao nodded.
There was something in his stomach, and the original burning sensation was not that strong. Some color returned to Song Qiao's face, "How did you get here?"
"We happened to be talking about something here. Xiang Chen said he saw you, so I wanted to come and have a look." Gu Jingting explained.
In fact, things are not what he said.
Gu Jingting came over from the company temporarily. His bodyguard who stayed with Song Qiao felt that the situation was not good after finding out that Wen Shuya was present at today's dinner, so he reported it to Gu Jingting in time.
"Oh, I'm troubling you again today." Song Qiao said slowly.
Gu Jingting looked at the red clouds gradually rising on her face, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. He took a closer look and found that Song Qiao's eyes looked a little distracted.
But she was probably not completely drunk yet. She occasionally shook her head and her eyes became clear again.
Gu Jingting stood up calmly, "Let's go, I'll take you away first."
"Oh, okay." Song Qiao responded.
When she stood up, she staggered and almost fell on the table. Fortunately, Gu Jingting had quick eyes and quick hands and reached out in time to catch her.
Song Qiao used her strength to stand firm, looked back at Gu Jingting, and explained, "I may be a little drunk."
"It's okay, let's go." Gu Jingting said.
He watched Song Qiao stand firm and quickly retracted his hand. It seemed that he had no intention of taking this opportunity to do anything. This reaction made Song Qiao feel at ease a lot.
She felt waves of dizziness in her mind and shook her head vigorously, trying to stay awake.
Unexpectedly, this flash made her whole body spin and almost fall down.
"Bang--"
Song Qiao hit the wall, and the sudden severe pain made her almost cry out. In the end, she squatted down on the spot and covered her head with all her strength.
"Do you want to wish me a happy New Year in advance?" Gu Jingting turned around and asked a little funny.
Song Qiao frowned and retorted, "No."
"Then what do you want to do by banging your head?" Gu Jingting said, while bending down to lift her up, "Let's go, I'll hold your hand."
Song Qiao wanted to refuse, but she used her remaining rationality to think about it, and finally put her hand into Gu Jingting's.
Those three glasses of wine were stronger than she imagined. Now she was feeling drunk. It would be difficult for her to walk slowly by herself.
Gu Jingting was already prepared to be rejected by Song Qiao, but unexpectedly, she actually handed her hand over.
This reaction really surprised him.
But looking at Song Qiao's confused look, it became clear in his heart.
He said no more, held Song Qiao's hand, and walked out slowly.
After leaving Qingxi Building, Song Qiao looked up at the changing neon lights above his head and muttered, "I will never come here again."
Song Qiao came twice, and something happened both times.
The memories here can definitely be considered dark for her.
"Well, I won't come here anymore." Gu Jingting agreed, "Or, I have another way. I'll buy Qingxi Building directly. From now on, if you come, you will be the person they focus on protecting. How about that?"
Song Qiao lowered his head, his thoughts seemed to be emptying out, but also seemed to be running. After a long while, he raised his head, looked at Gu Jingting and didn't know why, and smiled, "Okay."
The neon lights above her head fell into her eyes, making her eyes shine like stars.
Song Qiao smiled softly, like a child who was ignorant of the world.
Gu Jingting suddenly wanted to reach out and rub Song Qiao's head. He would never wrong himself. After thinking this, he raised his hand and said, "Let's go, I will take you to drink porridge."
Song Qiao is like an obedient child at the moment, whatever he says comes true.
Gu Jingting walked forward, and she followed him step by step. When they both got into the car, she stared at the street scene outside the window, tears suddenly falling down.
Gu Jingting didn't see it at first, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw her profile. He was slightly startled, and then he reached out and gently wiped away her tears, "Why are you crying?"
Song Qiao turned around and looked at Gu Jingting, "My bodyguard is dead."
Gu Jingting paused and said softly, "He's just a bodyguard. Why are you so sad when he dies? Do you still like him?"
As the question came out of his mouth, Gu Jingting mentioned it secretly in his mind, but he couldn't explain why. He was nervous and resistant.
It was as if he was worried about Song Qiao shaking his head, but also worried about her nodding.
If he shakes his head, his time with Song Qiao seems to be in vain, but if he nods... then Gu Dajing has become a dead person in Song Qiao's heart, how can he compete with the dead for his position.
Unless he admits that he is Gu Dajing.
But in this case, how will Song Qiao treat him then?
For a while, Gu Jingting had all kinds of worries in his mind. When he realized it, he laughed at himself, thinking that he was also the dignified Mr. Gu after all, and he would be so worried about this kind of thing.
Song Qiao blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "A bit."
This answer was a little beyond Gu Jingting's expectation. He thought about it and asked, "Why a little?"
Song Qiao took a deep breath, held her head in her hands, and then said sadly, "I just had some feelings for him, but I haven't had time to continue, so it's just a little bit."
She rested her head on the window and said softly, "It's a pity that there will be no chance in the future."
Song Qiao's voice was low, like a thin and dense thread, wrapping around Gu Jingting's heart, gradually tightening as she breathed.
He sighed softly and whispered, "It will happen."
Song Qiao's head was actually a little blurry. She vaguely heard the sound, but didn't take it seriously. She hummed softly, lay down on the window, and fell asleep in a daze.
The car drove quietly on the road and arrived at the place quickly.
Gu Jingting turned around and found that Song Qiao was still sleeping. He didn't say anything, so he asked the driver to get out and stayed with her in the car.
As time passed by, Song Qiao felt a little uneasy in her sleep. She opened her eyes uncomfortably, looking at the dark sky outside and the unfamiliar environment around her, and suddenly woke up.
"Are you awake?" came the man's familiar voice.
Song Qiao came back to her senses, followed the sound, and saw the man's side face, which was particularly sharp and crisp in the darkness. She responded softly, "Well, where am I?"
Gu Jingting turned off his cell phone, "Outside the porridge shop." He asked softly, "Go down and have some porridge?"
Song Qiao actually didn't feel hungry, but he still felt uncomfortable in his stomach, so he nodded, "Okay."
Gu Jingting pushed the door open and went out. The light from outside poured in and illuminated a corner of the car. Song Qiao looked at the light spot on his hand for a moment and then got out of the car.
After entering the porridge shop, warmth hit his face. Song Qiao felt that his hands and feet were gradually getting warmer, and his chaotic spirit became a little clearer.
