The slender and soft hands gently grasped the hem of his dark clothes, creating a sharp contrast between black and white. Looking up, the woman's cat-eye-like eyes were slightly flattering.
The winding and dripping blood stains on his forehead looked pitiful.
Gu Jingting looked away, secretly thinking that it was all an illusion. Once she was no longer needed, this money-grubbing woman would turn her back on him.
"Stop wearing such a high hat on me." Gu Jingting said with a hint of ridicule: "I'm just a bodyguard who can leave his post at any time."
"..."
Song Qiao was a little embarrassed, and she slowly withdrew her hand that was holding the hem of her clothes. If we really wanted to talk about it, she was actually right. It was just that she had just been rescued, and she felt a little guilty for no reason.
She leaned back in her seat and turned her head to pretend to admire the scenery outside the window.
Gu Jingting stared at the back of her head for a moment and almost laughed out loud. He couldn't even bear to apologize. He was really a heartless and white-eyed wolf.
Next time, she should be allowed to stay in there for a while.
Gu Jingting put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and started the car.
The night quickly receded, forming a strip of light. Song Qiao watched quietly for a while, and her eyelids gradually began to fight. She persisted for a while, and finally sank into darkness.
——
Song Qiao didn't sleep peacefully. In her dreams, there seemed to be monsters chasing her with teeth and claws. She panicked and suddenly woke up when she stepped on the air.
His thoughts wandered for two seconds before he gradually came back to his senses.
She turned her head and looked at her surroundings, and slowly remembered that she was rescued by Gu Dajing. However, she was in the car, but Gu Dajing was nowhere to be seen.
Is this petty man planning to take the opportunity to retaliate and sell her off?
Song Qiao muttered silently, opened the door and was about to go out, when he suddenly saw a figure walking out of the drugstore out of the corner of his eye. He was carrying a bag in one hand and a paper cup in the other, walking nonchalantly this way.
The white light spread gently from behind him, giving him a shallow halo, actually softening his usual indifference.
Song Qiao was stunned on the spot and did not move for a long time.
Gu Jingting walked up to her, took out two pills and put them in her palm, "Anti-inflammatory and analgesic." He said, passing the cup over, "Drink it before going home."
When I got the cup, it was at a suitable temperature and the sweet aroma came out. It turned out to be white fungus stewed with snow pear.
This is actually sold in pharmacies?
Song Qiao was surprised and took a small sip. The burning throat was immediately calmed down a lot. She drank it slowly and her whole body seemed to feel a lot calmer.
"Thank you." Song Qiao said, paused for a moment, and then said: "That day... I was too harsh. I'm sorry."
Gu Jingting tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel and said with a smile: "It's true. I just went to the bathroom. When I came out, I was scolded all over my face. I didn't even have a chance to explain afterwards."
What happened that day was a misunderstanding?
Song Qiao originally thought that Gu Dajing left because he was unwilling to stay outside, but now it sounds like it was because...
That's right, when people have three urgent needs, they can't just endure them.
Song Qiao nervously fiddled with the paper cup and said vaguely, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you that day."
"What?" Gu Jingting didn't seem to hear.
Song Qiao's cheeks burned as she spoke. It was already difficult to speak. She hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath to muster the courage to speak, and suddenly saw a smile on his lips.
The light and shadow outside the window passed by, creating changes in light and dark on Gu Jingting's face, but the curve of his face remained unchanged.
Perhaps noticing Song Qiao's gaze, he looked sideways slightly and asked, "Huh?"
The way he looked, it was obvious that he was deliberately teasing her.
Song Qiao came to his senses and said with a soft smile: "It's okay, I said, I regret not scolding him more harshly that day."
"Repaying kindness with hatred?" Gu Jingting asked casually.
Song Qiao leaned back on his chair, "Yes, who makes me heartless?"
As the car drove back to his residence, Gu Jingting pushed open the door and walked to Song Qiao's side. He leaned over to unbuckle his seat belt, but Song Qiao pushed him away. She waved her hand, "I can do it myself."
Gu Jingting watched her unbuckle her, holding the back of the chair with her hands as she slowly moved out. He raised his eyebrows slightly, then stretched out his hand to lift her up.
"At the rate you're going, I'm afraid we'll have to move it to tomorrow," he said.
His body suddenly flew into the air, and Song Qiao was caught off guard. In a panic, he subconsciously grabbed Gu Jingting's collar with both hands. At the same time, a mocking voice came from above his head: "I never saw you so timid when you scolded me."
"..."
You can't get through this, right?
Song Qiao lowered his head and started to act like an ostrich.
Gu Jingting carried her safely all the way home and placed her on the sofa. He went to the bathroom and got a wet towel to signal Song Qiao to wipe her hands and face.
Song Qiao had difficulty moving, so he looked at his cell phone and barely wiped the dirt off his face.
Gu Jingting took out the disinfectant and cotton swabs he bought and began to treat her wounds. He applied the cold medicine to her forehead, causing Song Qiao to gasp in pain.
She subconsciously stepped back and said, "It hurts... I'll do it myself."
Gu Jingting frowned, looked at the cotton swab in his hand, and said calmly: "I can't bear this little pain, you are so delicate."
Song Qiao hadn't calmed down yet. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but retort: "So what? Does the law stipulate that I must not be afraid of pain?"
When it comes to enduring hardship, Song Qiao has no problem at all, but she is particularly sensitive to pain. Wounds that may be fine on ordinary people will have to suffer a lot more for her.
Song Qiao was in real pain, and tears began to well up in her black and white eyes. Therefore, when she glared at Gu Jingting, her lethality was reduced by half.
It looks more like coquettishness.
Gu Jingting was stunned and did not refute. When he held the cotton swab and applied medicine to Song Qiao, he used a much lighter force.
After all the wounds were treated, Song Qiao was exhausted from the torture and fell asleep on the sofa. Gu Jingting raised his head and saw that the person who had just been waving his teeth and claws at him was now completely silent.
The delicate porcelain-white face sunk into the sofa, and the long eyelashes drooped, casting faint shadows on the eye sockets, looking gentle and harmless.
Gu Jingting's expression remained unchanged, he stood up and carried her into the room.
When he came out again, he walked towards the study with a clear purpose.
Staying with Song Qiao is not a long-term solution after all. Today is a rare opportunity. He plans to take the opportunity to find the whereabouts of the ring. It is best to take it away directly.
Gu Jingting opened the door. The layout inside was simple, with only bookshelves against the wall and a computer desk. He took a quick glance, walked to the desk and started rummaging.
Drawers, none.
Box, no.
bookshelf……
"Boom——"
Gu Jingting was still rummaging around when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the living room. He paused in his hands, quickly restored everything, and walked out with a normal expression.
"How...who are you?"
Gu Jingting was halfway through asking when he realized something was wrong and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
In the darkness, two figures wearing black clothes and black trousers stood on the left and right respectively, turning to him silently, the long sticks in their hands reflecting the cold light in the moonlight.
