Song Qiao turned around suddenly and rushed over to pull the door open. However, the door had been locked from the outside and was motionless. She frowned and heard the footsteps gradually receding outside.
This room is a trap designed for her!
Song Qiao's thoughts were spinning rapidly.
Rong Luoyin must have been unwilling to give up such a big cooperation with GL, but it hadn't been long since Gu Jingting publicly embarrassed her on the set. How could she dare?
Could it be that because she refused Gu Jingting's request, the man became angry and ordered to target her?
The thought of speculation flashed past, and Song Qiao had no time to think deeply. She turned around and looked at the room, and found that it was a warehouse filled with miscellaneous items, filled with various props.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but there was no hard object inside, which directly dissuaded Song Qiao from breaking down the door.
She took out her phone and wanted to ask Momo for help. By coincidence, the moment she turned on the screen, her phone issued a low battery warning and shut down.
"..."
Song Qiao couldn't help but cursed in her heart. She was so unlucky that her teeth were blocked even when she drank cold water. She took a deep breath and tried to ask for help outside.
"Is there anyone? Come and help me, open the door..."
Song Qiao knocked on the door repeatedly, trying to raise his voice and shout.
I don't know how long it took, but the palms of her hands were swollen and painful, and her voice was hoarse and she couldn't call for help. She stopped moving, not intending to waste her efforts anymore.
Song Qiao coughed hard twice, thought for a moment, and walked towards the pile of props in the corner.
She had to find a way to save herself.
As soon as he got closer, his vision suddenly went dark. Song Qiao was caught off guard and tripped under his feet. He suddenly fell forward and his head hit something hard.
"ah--"
The sharp pain hit quickly and violently, making Song Qiao unable to hold back the pain.
She stretched out her hand to cover the injury, her head was numb, and her whole body curled up by instinct until the pain slowly dissipated.
After all this tossing, Song Qiao had no energy to move at all.
She lay down on the spot, opened her eyes, put her hands in front of her eyes and shook them. Fortunately, she could see the blurry shadows.
It seems that the power here was deliberately disconnected from outside.
Song Qiao sighed and stared blankly at the darkness. The emotions in her heart began to ferment and swell. She couldn't tell whether it was grievance or anger. In short, her eyes were filled with tears.
Too tired.
Calm Luoyin was targeting her at every turn, and Gu Jingting was pressing forward step by step. Each of them seemed to be dragging her to the edge of the cliff, not even giving her a chance to breathe.
Song Qiao gritted his teeth and put aside all the confusing thoughts. No matter how difficult it was, he had to persevere.
Qiqi is still waiting for her to make money for surgery, and she still has to avenge Rong Luoyin and Lu Yi, that pair of bastards. It has just begun, and she has no right to relax.
Song Qiao steeled herself, slowly got up, and fiddled with various props in the dark.
——
"Mr. Gu."
Xiang Chen quickly walked into the office and saw Gu Jingting who was lowering his head to deal with documents. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I just got the news that something seems to have happened to Miss Song."
Gu Jingting raised his eyes coldly: "What does it have to do with me? You have nothing to do to take care of a little star?"
Xiang Chen's head was numb, he lowered his head and said, "Sorry, I'm going to tell you not to pay attention to that place anymore."
After he finished speaking, seeing that Gu Jingting didn't respond, he rubbed his nose and walked out.
"Wait."
A man's cold voice came from behind. After a pause, he asked, "What exactly is going on?"
Listening to Gu Jingting's inconsistent attitude, Xiang Chen secretly raised Song Qiao's position, turned around and said with a normal expression: "I got the news that when Miss Song went to GL to shoot, she was maliciously locked into the storage room by the employees there.
Already."
Gu Jingting's hand paused as he signed, "I understand, you can go out."
Xiang Chen secretly raised his eyes and found that Gu Jingting had no intention of getting up and leaving. His originally determined mind began to waver again. Does this...do he care?
He muttered to himself and walked out of the office.
A few minutes later, an important document arrived from the secretary's office. Xiang Chen got up and took it to the office, only to find that there was no one inside.
——
"Pap..."
The thing in her hand fell to the ground, and Song Qiao sat weakly on the ground along the wall. This was the third broken prop, and she still couldn't get out.
According to this situation, she might have to spend the night in the warehouse.
Song Qiao was worried. Qiqi and Xiaotang had to make video calls to her every night. If they couldn't receive the call, they would definitely be worried, not to mention that Qiqi hadn't been discharged from the hospital yet.
"Is there anyone? Can anyone help me?"
She refused to give up and tried to call for help again, but her throat was sore and burning.
But no matter how many times he shouted, nothing came of it. When Song Qiao was disappointed, he suddenly heard a steady sound of footsteps outside, "Song Qiao, where are you?"
The familiar voice is Gu Dajing!
Song Qiao was surprised and excited. She rushed to the door and shouted: "I'm here, in the innermost room. Please find a way to open the door."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Gu Dajing's voice came from outside: "You stay away from the door."
Song Qiao understood and stepped aside, "Okay."
A few seconds later.
"Bang--"
The closed door was kicked open with force and bounced hard against the wall. Finally, it couldn't bear the huge force and half of it collapsed. Light poured in from the outside, outlining the tall and straight figure at the door.
Song Qiao stood there, watching Gu Dajing walking quickly, and her heart moved slightly.
The mask on his face doesn't seem that ugly.
"How are you? Can you leave?" The light in the warehouse was dim, and Gu Jingting could not check Song Qiao's specific situation.
Song Qiao tried to move and said hoarsely: "I can't stand up."
When she fell, she twisted her foot.
Gu Jingting didn't say much, he hugged her horizontally, and the faint scent of ebony wrapped Song Qiao, entwining into her heart, bringing an inexplicable sense of security.
"I was imprisoned and didn't know how to make a phone call, so my brain was eaten by a dog?" the man's harsh voice came from above his head.
Song Qiao lowered his head and retorted somewhat unconvincingly: "My phone is out of battery."
Gu Jingting chuckled, "You can't even manage your own cell phone. It seems you are even stupider than I thought."
"..."
Seeing that he couldn't escape the fate of being ridiculed by him today, Song Qiao simply gave up the struggle and leaned feebly in his arms, closing his eyes to rest.
Gu Jingting hugged her and left GL, returned to the car and turned on the lights, and finally saw her situation clearly.
His clothes were already in a mess, his forehead was stained with shocking blood, and his left foot was obviously swollen. Just looking at it made him feel like he was suffering.
Gu Jingting frowned, anger boiling into his heart: "I don't think you need anyone else to take action, you can go to the King of Hell yourself first."
Song Qiao looked down and saw that he was indeed a little embarrassed.
She knew that Gu Jingting relied on her today, and she didn't want to retaliate. She slowly stretched out her hand to tug at the corner of his clothes and smiled at him.
"You're trying to steal people from the King of Hell."
