Song Qiao couldn't get an answer from him, and suddenly she felt extremely tired. She pressed her head against the car window and lost all the strength to speak.
Gu Jingting wanted to say something, but the atmosphere in the carriage was so silent that he couldn't speak.
He drove the car to the shopping mall and didn't let Song Qiao get out. He directly called someone to bring the clothes out from inside, and then got out of the car himself.
"You change in the car, I'll wait outside." He said.
Song Qiao opened the shopping bag and took it out to find a long skirt, which made it easier for Song Qiao to change. At the bottom of the bag, there was a silk scarf, which could be used to cover the wound on her neck.
Very considerate and careful.
Song Qiao watched in silence for a while, forced himself to change his clothes, then lowered the window and said to the person standing outside, "I'm ready to change."
"Yeah." Gu Jingting turned around and sat in the car.
After the episode just now, the atmosphere is no longer so stiff, but it is still very stuffy.
After returning home in silence, Song Qiao had no time to say anything to Gu Jingting. He opened the car door and walked out, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body suddenly fell forward.
Song Qiao didn't react in time and fell to the ground.
I rubbed my palm hard and felt a burning pain.
Somehow, Song Qiao felt a sense of grievance, and tears immediately filled her eyes. She blinked, and tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Gu Jingting quickly rushed to her side.
He stretched out his hand to pick up Song Qiao, but she became awkward and didn't want Gu Jingting to touch her at all. She stretched out her hand and pushed her, "I can do it myself, you go away."
Song Qiao's strength fell on Gu Jingting, so lightly that he couldn't push it at all.
Regardless of her wishes, Gu Jingting forcibly picked up Song Qiao and put her in the passenger seat, "Show me your hands."
Song Qiao frowned, hid her hands behind her back, and turned her face away, unwilling to look at Gu Jingting, "No need, it's just a minor injury, I can just go back and take care of it myself."
After the words fell to the ground, there was no movement.
Song Qiao waited for a moment and couldn't help but look at Gu Jingting strangely. She found that the latter looked at her seriously and said, "If you don't show me your hands, don't go back today."
"Why don't you let me make the decision on my own affairs?" Song Qiao's nose became sore and her tears seemed to be uncontrollable again.
"Yeah." Gu Jingting responded. Seeing that Song Qiao refused to stretch out his hand, he simply grabbed her waist and reached for her hand hidden behind her back.
Song Qiao was caught off guard and subconsciously leaned back.
But as soon as she moved, she was pulled into Gu Jingting's arms, and the light woody fragrance became rich, wrapping her whole body.
Song Qiao's breathing was a little rough, and he struggled only by instinct, "Let me go."
From the corner of his eye, Gu Jingting saw that the wound on Song Qiao's neck began to ooze blood again because of her fierce struggle. His eyes couldn't help but darken, "Qiao Qiao, don't move."
As he said this, he noticed that Song Qiao was struggling so hard that he simply wrapped his hands around her.
Song Qiao was hugged by Gu Jingting, unable to move. She was a little tired and was forced to put her head on his shoulder, letting her tears flow freely.
How great it would be if that didn't happen.
She didn't have to suppress her emotions so deliberately and draw a clear line with Gu Jingting.
Gu Jingting hugged Song Qiao and patted her back gently with one hand. When the person in his arms gradually calmed down, he whispered, "Hey, let me take a look at the wound. I'll leave after I make sure everything is fine, okay?"
His voice was low, revealing a plea that could not be easily detected.
But Song Qiao captured this emotion accurately, and she even felt the powerlessness and helplessness hidden under Gu Jingting's calm surface.
How could it be?
Song Qiao was a little confused, wondering if she felt wrong.
But no matter what, Gu Jingting's reaction really touched Song Qiao's heart. She closed her eyes tightly and let Gu Jingting pull her hand out.
Just this time, the last time.
Song Qiao thought secretly.
Gu Jingting lowered his eyes and looked at Song Qiao's palm. The fall was a bit hard just now, and there were large scratches on his palm, mixed with dust and stones.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, frowning slightly.
Song Qiao responded, "Well, it hurts."
It hurt so much that she wanted to cry.
Gu Jingting frowned and asked, "Shall I take you to the hospital to treat the wound?"
He didn't ask to go upstairs. After all, judging from Song Qiao's current attitude, he probably didn't want to go upstairs, so he might as well not say anything to embarrass her.
Although Song Qiao didn't hear his explanation, she understood it in an instant. Her heart was like a pebble thrown into a lake, filled with layers of sadness.
The dignified Mr. Gu should be aloof. When did he need to be so humble?
She lowered her head, suppressing the soreness on the tip of her nose, and said, "No, I have iodine and gauze at home. Don't run around so late."
Gu Jingting held Song Qiao's hand for a moment, then asked after a while, "It's so late at night, are Mrs. An and the others asleep?"
Song Qiao nodded, "Probably, so I might have to trouble you."
"!"
Gu Jingting raised his head suddenly and looked at Song Qiao in disbelief. He was ready to be driven away, but he didn't expect a sudden turn of events.
"It's okay, no trouble." His voice was a little hoarse.
Gu Jingting directly lifted Song Qiao into his arms, fearing her objection, and explained in a low voice, "You have already fallen down once, so don't walk alone. I will take you up."
Since we had already let him go upstairs, there was no need to get entangled in these details.
Song Qiao silently acquiesced.
Gu Jingting took Song Qiao home in his arms and took the elevator home. Considering that Mrs. An and the child were already asleep, he deliberately walked softly when entering.
Song Qiao could see all his careful movements.
"Can you turn on the light?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao replied, "You can just go into my room. I'm afraid that Aunt An will come out and be frightened when she sees my wounds."
"Um."
Gu Jingting took advantage of the moonlight to send Song Qiao into the room and turned on the light.
He sat Song Qiao next to the bed and asked, "Where is the medicine box?"
"Under the TV cabinet in the living room." Song Qiao answered.
Gu Jingting turned around and went out. He quickly came back with a medicine box and half-crouched in front of Song Qiao, "Let me take care of your hands first. You just fell down. Are your knees injured?"
Song Qiao stretched out his hand, shook his head and said, "Probably not, I don't feel any pain."
Gu Jingting found the iodophor and carefully cleaned Song Qiao's wound. The cold touch came to her, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.
The light fell from above his head, dividing Gu Jingting's distinctive facial features into a line between light and dark. It also made his outline become more and more refined, as if he was carefully carved by God.
Song Qiao watched, unconsciously distracted.
"alright."
Suddenly, Gu Jingting spoke up, bringing Song Qiao back to his senses.
