It is not that simple to make the public believe it and clear Song Qiao's suspicion, especially after Song Qiao watched the video at that time, he felt that if he was not the person involved, he would probably think that she was the one who did it.
"They really want to kill you." Momo sighed.
Song Qiao stared at the video, watching it back and forth many times, but still couldn't find a flaw. She thought of Rong Luoyin and Yang Qingyue who participated in the recording of the program together, and couldn't help but say, "It seems that they are well prepared this time."
When Momo heard their names, he frowned and said, "I thought about many methods they would use, but I didn't expect that this time they would really dare to risk their lives to play with you."
Before Song Qiao woke up, Momo had already been anxious to see the injured person. He was really seriously injured and in a coma. In this situation, there was no way to fake it.
People have really gambled their lives with you, how can you still win?
What to do now?
The two of them looked at each other in the ward for a long time, and then Momo sighed, "You should have a good rest first. I'll just figure out a solution for the outside matters."
"Then I can't just sit back and be a turtle." Song Qiao said.
This was the time when the public was most excited. If she had been huddled in the ward and waited for Momo to solve the problem, it might be counterproductive.
"but……"
Before Momo finished speaking, there was a knock on the ward door suddenly. She looked outside and asked in a loud voice, "Who is it?"
There was no answer from outside, and she frowned strangely. Just as she was about to walk over to see what was going on, the door was suddenly pushed open, and two strangers came in from the outside carrying cameras.
"Ms. Song, why did you attack the staff on the show?"
"Ms. Song, can you give an explanation for your behavior?"
"Miss Song..."
Momo was caught off guard and they rushed directly in front of Song Qiao. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Hey, what are you doing? Who allowed you to come in?"
"Get out of here quickly."
Why are paparazzi called dog-skin plasters? Once they get entangled, they can't be easily shaken off. Seeing Momo coming to stop her, he avoided her and rushed to Song Qiao.
"Ms. Song, please answer our questions directly."
Not long after Song Qiao woke up, she was very weak. When the paparazzi asked her, her vision began to turn black. She frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I can't answer at the moment."
When the paparazzi heard this, like a vicious dog smelling meat, his eyes lit up, "Why can't you answer? Is it because you feel guilty?"
"You have a guilty conscience..."
"哐——"
The ajar door was pushed open again, and a tall and slender figure of a man appeared at the door. He was dressed in a neat suit and exuded a chill. The two paparazzi inside were so shocked that they did not dare to move.
Gu Jingting put one hand in his pocket and walked in slowly from the outside. His sharp eyes swept over the two of them and asked slowly, "What do you want to ask?"
The two paparazzi did not expect to meet Gu Jingting in Song Qiao's ward, and they no longer ignored him just now. They stood beside him and slowed down their breathing, watching him cautiously.
Gu Jingting walked to the hospital bed and looked down at Song Qiao.
It had just been a long time since I last saw him, and his face, which had not had much flesh in the first place, seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his chin was almost sharp enough to pierce people. He felt worried, and his aura became colder and colder.
Gu Jingting glanced sideways, looked at the two people beside him like quails, and sneered, "Why don't you continue to ask?"
He had a cigarette in his hand and was about to light it when he caught a glimpse of Song Qiao's appearance from the corner of his eye. He paused and did not pick it up, but just played with it between his fingers.
A small cigarette was spinning back and forth in Gu Jingting's hand, looking very dexterous.
How could the paparazzi dare to speak? He smiled and shook his head. Seeing Gu Jingting's sharp eyes turning over, he hurriedly said, "No more questions. We will never ask again."
Gu Jingting's eyes fell on the cigarette, and his sharp eyebrows lowered, covering up all his emotions.
But the pressure in the room became heavier and heavier, until they were almost out of breath, the man suddenly chuckled, "How about that?"
He said lightly, "Since I want to ask, of course I have to ask clearly."
Gu Jingting used a little force and cut off the cigarette. He threw it into the trash can and said loudly, "Come in, ask the two reporters away, and treat them well."
"Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu, we were wrong!"
The two paparazzi turned pale in an instant and hurriedly begged Gu Jingting for mercy.
Xiang Chen came in from the outside and escorted the two of them away personally. The paparazzi wanted to beg for mercy, but he didn't know what he had done. Soon, all the sounds stopped suddenly outside the door.
The ward was completely quiet. Momo looked at Gu Jingting and suddenly felt that he was out of place here.
She smiled sarcastically at Song Qiao and said, "You haven't eaten yet when you wake up, so you must be hungry. I'll buy you some porridge now and I'll be back soon."
After saying that, without waiting for Song Qiao to react, he directly rubbed oil on his soles and slipped away.
Soon only Gu Jingting and Song Qiao were left in the room.
Probably because he had gotten along with him more, Song Qiao no longer had the so-called anxiety and fear. When he saw him standing silently, he shrank into the bed and asked, "Why don't you talk?"
She didn't have much strength yet, and her whole body was weak. Her voice fell into her ears, as if she was coquettishly whispering.
Gu Jingting's hand hanging by his side curled up slightly, and he pulled up a chair and sat down, "You are so promising. You can get yourself into this kind of trouble just by recording a show."
"I didn't expect that either." Song Qiao frowned.
She was on all vigilance, but she could not prevent others from risking her life to frame her.
"Do you have any plans now?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao shook her head, "I just woke up, and I still don't know what the company's specific arrangements are." She paused, and then added, "I haven't picked up my phone yet, and I have read Weibo and the news."
Previously, I just took Momo's mobile phone and watched the video of the accident in the show. As for the comments, Momo didn't even look at it.
Gu Jingting was surprised, "Are you prepared, or are you not afraid at all?"
Song Qiao replied, "I just woke up, I haven't had time to look at it, and I feel very uncomfortable."
"Where do you feel bad?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao didn't think much and said directly, "I may have hit my head when I fell down the stairs. I'm very dizzy now."
I hadn't noticed it before, but now all the body's functions have slowed down, and all the discomfort all over my body has been rushed away.
Song Qiao didn't really want to talk at this moment.
She breathed secretly and adjusted her condition. Suddenly, there was a touch of coolness on her forehead. Song Qiao opened her eyes in shock and found that Gu Jingting's hand was falling on her forehead, rubbing it gently.
Gu Jingting lowered his head and looked at her, "You should have a slight concussion. I'll ask the doctor to come and take a look later."
