"Mr. Gu, it seems that our relationship is not that close yet."
Song Qiao interrupted Gu Jingting's words, her tone as cold as ice, "If you want to talk about work matters, you can contact my agent directly. She can make the final decision."
After she finished speaking, she paused before continuing, "If it's something other than work, then we have nothing to talk about."
Song Qiao hung up the phone without giving Gu Jingting any chance to speak.
Listening to the busy beep on the phone, Gu Jingting sat in the driver's seat and stared at the window of Song Qiao's room, which gradually became dark.
His whole body seemed to be sinking in the boundless deep sea, trying hard to find a place to land with only the help of a lone boat.
Song Qiao found that this incident was too sudden, and Gu Jingting was completely unprepared, so in a short period of time, he felt that he didn't know how to deal with it.
He put away the phone and rubbed his brow.
…
Upstairs, Song Qiao hung up the phone and finally recovered from the state of being unable to breathe.
But her head was still dull, and it was difficult to think. She supported the wall, reluctantly stood up, walked to the bed, and pushed herself into the bed.
Song Qiao buried his face in the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, the faces of Gu Jingting and Gu Dajing appeared alternately. They looked at her expressionlessly, and finally a pair of deep eyes slowly overlapped and stared at her coldly.
"Jojo..."
"Qiaoqiao, wake up!"
Song Qiao was forced to wake up from her dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw Momo's worried face magnified in front of her eyes. When she saw her waking up, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
Song Qiao blinked, she was still in a dazed state, her thoughts were floating in the air, listening to the inquiry, she responded hoarsely, "I'm fine, why are you here."
Momo saw her remembering and stretched out her hand to support her, "Sister-in-law An said you seemed to be in poor condition and was worried about you, so she asked me to come over and take a look."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Qiao's pale face and frowned, "Why do you look so ugly? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Song Qiao shook his head, "I'm fine."
As she spoke the words, she felt a burning pain in her throat. She seemed to have a slight nasal sound when she spoke, and she looked gloomy.
Momo said, "You said it's okay. I see you look like this. You can pretend to be a ghost even if you change your clothes."
Song Qiao didn't have the energy to speak, so he leaned half against Momo and said, "Nonsense, how can it be so serious."
"Still talking." Momo shrugged her shoulders and asked, "What's going on? Aunt An said that you went out to deliver dumplings to Gu Jingting, and something didn't feel right when you came back."
Things that I had barely forgotten came back to my mind again.
Song Qiao's hand hanging in front of him moved slightly, lowered his head and said, "It's okay, I just haven't fully recovered yet. I feel a little uncomfortable after going out."
"Then go to the hospital quickly." Momo stood up anxiously after hearing this.
Song Qiao stretched out his hand to hold her, shook his head and said, "I'm not that serious. I'll just rest at home and be fine."
"Come on, you just slept, and your complexion is still very bad." Momo said firmly, "You must go to the hospital to avoid any sequelae."
She said, getting up to pack Song Qiao's things.
Song Qiao was too lazy to move. Now, let alone talking about going out, even talking felt too energy-consuming. She lay back on the bed silently, "My dear Momo, just let me go."
Momo was a little anxious and stretched out his hand to pull her up, "You are making fun of your body."
Song Qiao really didn't want to move, so he played tricks with her and allowed Momo to pull him unmoving. After a tug of war, Momo had no choice but to surrender.
"You still have the same temper. No one can force you to do anything you don't want to do," she said.
Song Qiao huddled under the quilt and muttered, "It's really okay."
"Okay, if you say it's okay, it'll be okay." Momo was helpless.
She got up and walked out. After a while, she came back with hot water and signaled Song Qiao to get up and drink.
Song Qiao really felt that her throat was burning/severely painful, so she finally sat up obediently and drank some water.
After sleeping in the quilt, Song Qiao's hair was messy, hanging down from her forehead, covering both sides of her cheeks, only exposing her eyes and slightly bulging cheeks, looking like a cat that had just woken up.
Momo looked at it, her hands felt a little itchy, and she stretched out her cheeks to pinch her, and said, "Since you don't want to go to the hospital, let's have a good rest."
"Um."
After Song Qiao drank the water, she lay on the bed and felt sleepy again.
She looked at Momo sitting beside the bed and quickly fell asleep.
This sleep, Song Qiao had a very uncomfortable sleep. She didn't dream about other people, she only dreamed about herself walking in the desert, with scorching heat everywhere.
She was very thirsty and looked for water everywhere, but she couldn't find it.
Song Qiao opened her eyes uncomfortably and found herself in a strange place. There was a faint smell of disinfectant on the tip of her nose, and water was slowly dripping from the bottle above her head.
Is she in the hospital?
Song Qiao twisted her head, feeling a dizzy feeling coming from her. She closed her eyes and took a breath, just in time to hear the sound of the door being pushed open, and the familiar sound of footsteps that made her heart tremble.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she did not open her eyes again.
But maybe because I can't see, my perception of my surroundings becomes more obvious.
Song Qiao heard the visitor standing next to the bed, looking at her with real eyes for a moment, and then sat down beside the bed. The subtle fragrance of wood slowly spread in the air.
Then a dense net was woven around Song Qiao, wrapping her up.
"Qiaoqiao, I know you're awake." Gu Jingting's voice came, "Open your eyes and let's have a good talk. There's no point in escaping, right?"
Song Qiao opened her eyes and looked at Gu Jingting.
Her eyes are clear in black and white. When she looks at people, she seems to be able to look directly into people's hearts and break through all the darkness hidden in the dark. "Gu Dajing, was it you?"
Gu Jingting frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "There is another hidden secret in this matter, you..."
"Is that you?" Song Qiao asked.
All the excuses and words he had thought of were blocked. Gu Jingting was so confused that he couldn't give any explanation.
The room became quiet again.
Song Qiao waited for a moment, then looked away and whispered, "This is the only thing I want to know. If Mr. Gu can't explain or answer to me, let's stop talking."
Gu Jingting clenched his hands tightly on his knees.
"Qiaoqiao, you're awake."
Momo came in suddenly at this moment, happily put the fruit she had just bought on the bedside, and said angrily, "I told you to come to the hospital, but you refused. As a result, you had a high fever at night, which almost scared Mrs. An to death.
"
Song Qiao had no memory of what happened last night.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead and asked, "How did Mrs. An find out?"
"After you fell asleep yesterday, I thought not to disturb you, so I left first." Momo replied, "Later, Mrs. An saw that you hadn't gone out to eat, so she went to call you and found out."
