The man's strength, which was neither light nor heavy, relieved Song Qiao's discomfort to a great extent. She lay on the bed and raised her eyes to look at Gu Jingting, just in time to meet his gaze.
Probably because she looked a little miserable, Gu Jingting's tense expression softened and he asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? Can you see the flowers?"
Song Qiao might have broken his head, but he quickly said, "You are more beautiful than flowers."
"..."
Gu Jingting's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the hand he placed on Song Qiao's forehead was a little stronger, giving her the illusion that her life was in his hands.
"You describe a man as a flower?" Gu Jingting's voice was faint, "Or are you deliberately sarcastic about me?"
Song Qiao didn't dare. He shook his head like a rattle.
But the force was too strong and she was knocked unconscious again. She resisted the urge to gag and looked at Gu Jingting cautiously with a strong sense of flattery.
Gu Jingting's expression remained unchanged and he mocked, "You admitted your mistake very quickly."
This is called a wise man who knows the current affairs, Song Qiao thought to himself.
She paused for two seconds and said with a smile, "Everyone says the wrong thing sometimes. I was just quick to talk. What's more, I was at least complimenting you on how good-looking you are."
"Then it seems I have to thank you?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao wanted to nod, but the fingertips on her forehead reminded her that her life still needed to be preserved, "No, no."
As she spoke, she gave a little hatch.
Song Qiao's energy was not very good. Although he had been asleep for so long, he still felt very tired when he woke up. He was already stretched to the extreme.
Seeing this, Gu Jingting stopped his hand and said, "Go to sleep."
"It doesn't matter, I can hold on for a while." Song Qiao whispered.
She couldn't leave Gu Jingting alone and sleep alone.
"There's no need to hold on when you're tired," Gu Jingting said, "I'll leave naturally when you fall asleep."
Song Qiao was actually very sleepy. After hearing Gu Jingting's words, she felt that it made sense. It was impossible for him, Mr. Gu, to stay in the small ward and watch her sleep.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao felt no more psychological burden.
A few seconds later, her breathing became longer. Gu Jingting sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Song Qiao's pale and bloodless face, his eyes gradually becoming stern.
To use such despicable means is when there is no one behind her.
The fact that there is Gu Jingting standing behind Song Qiao has been tacitly understood in the industry for a long time. Now anyone who wants to embarrass Song Qiao has to think carefully, but in this case, they actually decided to take action.
The determination to put her to death is evident.
Gu Jingting took out his cell phone and looked at the investigation message sent by Xiang Chen, "All the cameras have been checked, and there is no footage that can prove Miss Song's innocence."
None.
Gu Jingting raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the crew was not very clean. Otherwise, as a live variety show, how could it only have such a single angle.
"Continue the investigation, control everyone on the crew, and check everything clean." He ordered.
Song Qiao didn't sleep very peacefully this time.
She kept the hurtful things in mind, and even dreamed of the injured person chasing her with a knife. Then, she woke up with a sudden shock.
In the haze, Song Qiao vaguely saw a vague outline beside the bed, which looked familiar.
In the flash of lightning, she quickly reacted and tentatively called out to the figure, "Gu Jingting?"
As the words fell, the bedside lamp was turned on, and the dim light poured down, making Song Qiao squint his eyes in discomfort, "Why haven't you left yet?"
She looked at the sky outside the window.
It was completely dark outside, and through the branches outside the window, some stars could be vaguely seen. Judging from the change in the sky, it must have been two or three hours.
Could it be that Gu Jingting just stayed by the bed like this?
Song Qiao was both surprised and surprised. She turned around and wanted to ask something, but Gu Jingting said, "I have nothing else to do for the time being, so I'll just stay here. Do you want to eat?"
He seemed to be just asking casually and had no intention of giving Song Qiao a choice.
Because, as soon as Gu Jingting finished speaking, he opened the takeout delivered by Xiang Chen, and the rich fragrance spread in the air, instantly making Song Qiao feel greedy.
"eat!"
She has already started to talk about the empty city plan in her heart.
Gu Jingting took apart the things and arranged them, adjusted the height of the bed for Song Qiao, and held a bowl of porridge to feed her.
"Wait!" Seeing this, Song Qiao hurriedly stopped him, "I can do it myself."
Gu Jingting did not stop him and allowed Song Qiao to take away the bowls and chopsticks. Then he saw the person who was showing off just now, his hands were so trembling that he could hardly hold the bowls and chopsticks.
Song Qiao didn't expect that her hands and feet would be so weak even after just taking a nap. The more she tried to steady herself, the more her hands shook.
Suddenly, the bowl tilted sideways, and he was about to tip over on the bed. He stretched out a hand from the side, caught the bowl steadily, and took the chopsticks back from Song Qiao's hand.
"Since you don't have the strength, don't show off." Gu Jingting said.
There was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Song Qiao. The latter stared at him suspiciously for a long time, and then said depressedly, "If you want to laugh, you can just laugh out loud."
This time I was embarrassed, failed to succeed, and almost made a fool of myself.
Gu Jingting glanced at her with a smile and said, "No, why would I laugh at you?"
This performance is clearly showing that you can!
Song Qiao gave up on herself and didn't bother to defend herself. She sat on the bedside and accepted Gu Jingting's feedings with blank eyes. He simply controlled the frequency well, so he was just a free caregiver.
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Song Qiao felt that she had relaxed a lot. The weakness in her hands and feet just now was gone. Seeing that Gu Jingting wanted to continue feeding, she said, "I'm full."
"That's all." Gu Jingting frowned.
He continued to look at Song Qiao's thin arms and legs, and suddenly realized something. She had eaten too little and was knocked down so easily.
If she tried it with a man, she would not necessarily be the unlucky one.
"Eat more." Gu Jingting said.
Song Qiao shook his head, "I'll be able to hold on if I keep eating. Then I'll feel uncomfortable if I can't sleep."
Gu Jingting looked at the sky and saw that it was indeed time to go to bed. He put down his things, nodded and said, "Then get up tomorrow and eat more."
"Let's talk about it." Song Qiao didn't understand why Gu Jingting, who was so good, was suddenly so interested in feeding her.
She looked around, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and opened Weibo to read the comments on it.
Gu Jingting reached out and took away the phone and said to her, "You are still injured now, just take good care of yourself." He paused and then said, "I will take care of the matters on the show."
