Gu Jingting glanced downstairs. It was already empty. He turned around and walked out. Inexplicably, Song Qiao's face appeared in front of his eyes as he struggled in his arms, with a red face.
This scenery might be better if the scene could be changed.
The incandescent lamp in the corridor fell quietly, illuminating Gu Jingting's outstanding facial features, and a pair of eyes as black as obsidian, revealing a strong sense of aggression and possession.
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The next day, after Song Qiao got up, he thought about it for a long time and sent a message to Gu Jingting, "Mr. Gu, is it okay to be at Chun Huating at 12 noon?"
Logically speaking, she should have confirmed with Gu Jingting last night.
But she still had some ostrich thoughts, so she postponed it until this morning. If Gu Jingting refused, she could delay it for some more time.
Unfortunately, as soon as the message was sent, I got a reply immediately.
"good."
It was simple, without any unnecessary nonsense, and directly cut off Song Qiao's hopes. She stared at the text message and read it over and over again, resigned herself to her fate, got up, and went to change clothes and pack up.
Dining with Gu Jingting should not be too perfunctory, but it would be inappropriate to be too grand.
After much picking and choosing, Song Qiao finally settled on a lotus pink sleeveless long dress. Her hair was spread loosely, covering most of her exposed skin, making her look elegant and low-key.
Song Qiao didn't dare to let Gu Jingting wait, so he rushed out after cleaning up.
Half an hour later, she walked into Chunhua Courtyard.
Song Qiao came to the private room reserved in advance and pushed the door open. Unexpectedly, there were people sitting inside early. Under the warm yellow light, the man was wearing a white shirt with a loose collar and a cold and cold expression.
Hearing the movement, his eyes as black as obsidian glanced here instantly, instantly putting invisible pressure on Song Qiao.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Gu Jingting spoke first: "Ms. Song invites guests to dinner, and she has to wait for her. I'm afraid her sincerity will be compromised."
Song Qiao was speechless for a moment.
Before entering, she checked the time. It was clearly ten minutes before the agreed time. Logically speaking, there would be no problem for her to arrive now.
Who would have thought that Gu Jingting, acting out of common sense, would arrive so early.
Song Qiao walked to the table and lowered his voice to admit his mistake, "Sorry, I didn't calculate the time well today and arrived a little late. I will pay attention next time."
next time?
Gu Jingting's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her silently.
She had already taken a seat opposite her, with her head slightly lowered, her disheveled hair brushing her fair cheeks, outlining her delicate fair face, and she was clearly apologizing, which sounded like she was being coquettish.
Gu Jingting moved his fingertips slightly and said in a calm tone: "I hope there will be a next time. It seems that he has some plot against me."
Hit the mark.
It's no wonder that the famous Gu Yanluo is so accurate even in guessing people's hearts.
Song Qiao's fingers curled up slightly under the table. She thought quickly for a moment, stood up and walked over to Gu Jingting, picked up the wine and filled the glass in front of him.
The whole process was neither fast nor slow. Amidst the sound of gurgling water, Gu Jingting looked at her hands.
The ten fingers are slender and slender, as white as jade, and the way they do things is like a pleasing painting, which makes people want to hold it in their hands and play with it.
Song Qiao naturally noticed his appraising gaze, suppressed her uneasiness, and raised the wine glass in front of him, "Mr. Gu, you have helped me twice, so I offer you this glass of wine as a token of my gratitude."
Gu Jingting didn't move, and a cigarette appeared on his fingertips. There was a "click" sound, and blue-white smoke curled up, covering his sharp face like a thin veil.
In the haze, Song Qiao heard the man's sarcastic voice: "Miss Song is so generous. A toast can offset the help of me, Gu Jingting."
As expected, I don’t like this.
Song Qiao's throat was a little tight, but her smile did not change: "Of course not." She said: "It's just that this glass of wine still needs to be toasted."
Gu Jingting dusted off the cigarette ashes and said calmly: "There is no need to drink. I am allergic to alcohol. Since you sincerely want to say thank you, how about you pledge yourself to me?"
As he spoke, his eyes slid over Song Qiao's lips, and he froze when he saw the fake smile she was wearing.
Acting in front of him is really unbelievable.
Song Qiao put down the wine glass and quietly changed the subject, "Mr. Gu is just joking. I'm here today because I actually want to make a deal with you."
After she finished speaking, she secretly observed Gu Jingting's reaction and found that the other party remained silent. For a moment, she was a little unsure whether she should continue.
Song Qiao hesitated for a moment, then finished the sentence in one breath, "I hope Mr. Gu can give me resources. Within two years, I will definitely bring you satisfactory returns and double the profits."
The rest is useless to say.
Gu Jingting should have estimated her value and potential in his heart, it just depends on whether he is willing to do it or not.
Not long after she felt uneasy, she heard the man suddenly chuckle, and then he crushed the cigarette out, "Miss Song, do you think I will lack this reward?"
Song Qiao bit her lip, feeling a little weak.
Indeed, considering Gu Jingting's financial resources, the rewards she can bring to the other party may not even be considered as a drop in the bucket. It is really fanciful to expect Gu Jingting to spend so much time supporting her.
Fortunately, Song Qiao was prepared in advance and was not too disappointed when he got the answer.
Gu Jingting continued on the opposite side, "That's not how business is negotiated. If you want the other party to agree to your terms, you have to come up with the right chips."
"Either it is of equal value, or it may be what the other party needs. In our transaction, it is obvious that the bargaining chip is yourself."
Song Qiao's breathing stagnated, and her face gradually turned cold. She returned to her seat, picked up her bag and bowed slightly to Gu Jingting, "In this case, I'm afraid we can't cooperate."
"I'll pay for today's meal, and Mr. Gu will enjoy it slowly."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. Gu Jingting's voice came from behind her, "Song Qiao, I'll wait for you to come back and beg me."
She paused for a moment, then continued walking. The moment the door closed, the tight strings in Song Qiao's mind suddenly relaxed. Gu Jingting made his intentions so obvious that she almost thought she would not be able to walk out of the door today.
Song Qiao didn't dare to stay long, took a breath and left in a hurry.
Before she had taken two steps, she remembered something, turned around and looked around, but couldn't find Gu Dajing's figure. Where was she going? She had clearly told him in advance to stay outside.
Song Qiao took out his cell phone and called him.
The call was put through quickly, but no one answered until it automatically hung up. Song Qiao looked at the interface of the phone, and his anger started to burn.
Since he doesn't want to come, he could have just refused to agree in the first place. Why slack off after coming? Hasn't he thought about what he would do if something happened to him?
Song Qiao remained expressionless and continued to call.
After three consecutive calls, the other party finally picked up slowly. Song Qiao, who had been accumulating anger for a long time, suddenly vented it towards him: "You leave your post without permission during work. Is this your attitude as a bodyguard?"
