Song Qiao understands the truth, but now she has reached a dead end. If she doesn't find a way to climb up this ladder, what awaits her is an abyss.
You can't sit still and wait for death, you have to try.
Song Qiao whispered: "Try to talk first."
The conversation ends here.
Song Qiao did not go home, but went directly to the hospital to see Gu Dajing.
The strange thing is that when she arrived at the ward, she didn't see anyone. She asked the nurse about the situation, but she only got an unclear answer. Song Qiao frowned. The injured person didn't stay well to recover and ran around. It was really random.
She turned around to look for someone, and found that the man who had just been missing was slowly coming from the end of the corridor with one hand in his pocket. When he saw Song Qiao, he quickened his pace and walked to stand in front of her.
"What's wrong with coming here so late?" Gu Dajing asked quietly.
He was tall and tall, and when he stood still, he looked like a bow ready to go, full of power. This feeling made Song Qiao feel a little familiar.
She thought about it carefully for a moment and found, absurdly, that he seemed to be somewhat similar to Gu Jingting.
Song Qiao shook her head and threw this idea away. Not to mention that the two people's identities were so different, how could Gu Jingting be free to work as her bodyguard with his identity.
"Where have you been?" Song Qiao asked.
Gu Dajing's words were concise and concise: "If you feel bored in the ward, go out for a walk."
Song Qiao looked at Gu Dajing's heaving chest and wondered if he would be so out of breath if he simply went for a walk. He looked more like he ran back from somewhere.
Looking further down, she also saw some dirt and weeds on the soles of Gu Dajing's shoes, as if he had just walked on the lawn.
After a moment of thoughts in his mind, Song Qiao did not hesitate and explained his purpose to Gu Dajing, "Tomorrow I am going to have a meal with Mr. Gu of the Gu Group. Then you come with me."
Gu Dajing spoke slowly: "Are you worried that he will do something to you?"
Of course Song Qiao would not say it directly, "Just in case."
The implication was that he was still worried. Gu Jingting looked down at Song Qiao's head and almost laughed angrily. It was she who proposed the invitation, and it was she who secretly guarded him as a scourge.
She is really a woman with different appearances and duplicities.
Gu Jingting gritted his teeth in his heart and sneered slightly: "I was only injured today, and you have to call me again tomorrow. The landlord, Zhou Papi, must be you."
Song Qiao looked at the white gauze on his palm and felt a little embarrassed.
She said: "Tomorrow is a special situation, so I would like to ask you to help me this time. You can rest for as many days as you want afterwards, or you can have other requirements."
The fire in Gu Jingting's heart was getting higher and higher because of her, so he simply said coldly: "Okay, then you can pay me a salary of 10,000 yuan per month."
"What?" Song Qiao didn't even think about it: "No!"
When it came to money, she immediately acted like a different person, glaring her eyes and quickly distanced herself from him, "We both agreed at the time that this was the condition for your responsibility, but now you want to go even further?"
He is really a miser.
Gu Jingting's face turned cold and he refused to give in. "The agreed conditions do not include operating with injuries."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the ward.
Hearing this, Song Qiao rubbed his nose, raised his feet and followed behind him, persuading: "We should do something special, we have some relationship...can you bear to see something happen to me?"
"Relationship? What relationship?" Gu Jingting suddenly turned around and held her between the wall and his body.
Song Qiao was unprepared, and her head hit his chest with a bang. Before she could cry out in pain, the man's aggressive aura rushed towards her.
Her pupils shrank and she subconsciously stepped back, but her waist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand coming across.
The strong force will force her to lean towards the man, and he asks in a low and hoarse voice with a trace of playfulness: "You haven't answered my question yet, what does it matter?"
Song Qiao hurriedly tried to break away, but the hand around his waist didn't move at all, and even rubbed it twice in a playful way, as if he was teasing her on purpose.
Song Qiao became angry and yelled: "Let me go!"
The woman struggled desperately in his arms, the familiar fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose. What's more terrible is that her soft body, like a blooming poppy, kept attracting people to get closer.
Gu Jingting's eyes were dark, and her reason told her that she should let go at this moment, but her hands didn't obey her orders, and they wrapped around her tighter and tighter.
"I'm warning you, if you don't let go, I'll call someone else!" Song Qiao's eyes turned red with anger.
Gu Jingting's rationality returned a little, and he withdrew his strength, letting Song Qiao hide from his arms, and then distanced himself far away.
He said innocently: "Obviously you started the topic first, I just followed the trend."
Song Qiao was now avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion. When he heard what he said, he immediately took half a step back and gritted his teeth and said, "That's not what I'm talking about at all...that thing..."
Speaking later, she was a little shy and her voice lowered a lot.
What she was thinking just now was that Gu Dajing was Xiaotang and Qiqi's father after all. Although he was injured now, it was still okay to come forward to protect her.
She also blamed herself for being too anxious and forgetting that the other party didn't know about it.
Song Qiao gasped heavily and began to think about the feasibility of finding bodyguards outside. Since Gu Dajing was unwilling, she couldn't force others to do anything.
"Forget it, you can rest." She dropped these words and prepared to leave.
Seeing that she was really angry, Gu Jingting said, "I'll go find you tomorrow."
Song Qiao paused slightly, weighing in his mind for a long time, but did not refuse.
She needs money now, and Gu Dajing is willing to go, so she can have some money left over to hire a bodyguard.
After leaving the hospital, she began to feel a strong sense of powerlessness. Money was such a good thing that it allowed her to constantly abandon her bottom line.
Song Qiao looked up at the dark night sky and sighed.
Upstairs in the hospital, Gu Jingting stood by the window, lowering his eyes and watching the figure gradually go away. Xiang Chen quietly appeared behind him holding a document.
"Mr. Gu." He reported in a low voice: "The crew has made arrangements and the director has been replaced."
Gu Jingting looked away: "Yeah."
Xiang Chen thought about it and suggested: "Since you want to help Miss Song, why not sign her to a company owned by Gu's company? It will be easier for her to get ahead when the time comes."
What he didn't say was that with Song Qiao's current situation, it was almost impossible to become famous.
The company she signed with didn't see much commercial value to Song Qiao, so they didn't even bother to provide resources. They relied on her and her agent Momo to get what they had.
Gu Jingting's eyes were indifferent, "Are you very idle?"
Hearing this, Xiang Chen Shixiang shut up. It seemed that this time he misjudged his immediate boss's thoughts.
You can't blame him, because when Mr. Gu, who was having a meeting in the company not long ago, heard that Song Qiao had come to the hospital, he rushed here in a hurry without even starting the meeting.
