Listening to his narration, Song Qiao's mood, which had finally calmed down, surged again. It seemed that before she knew it, he had done too much for herself.
"Does Director Liang agree to such a delay?" Song Qiao asked.
Huo Liangchen raised his eyebrows, seemingly helpless, "When Mr. Gu speaks, Director Liang must follow his wishes no matter how unwilling he is."
Song Qiao was speechless.
She remained silent, not knowing how to react to Huo Liangchen's vague inquiry.
It was because of her that Gu Jingting ordered the entire crew to suspend filming and investigate the murderer. If Song Qiao hadn't been the person involved, he would probably have thought that they had a good relationship.
But in fact, they are almost incompatible now.
"I hope the crew can catch the murderer as soon as possible." Finally, Song Qiao said.
When Huo Liangchen heard this answer, he withdrew his gaze and didn't know what he was thinking. He sat for a while and then stood up and said to Song Qiao, "You have a good rest. I will wait for you to come back on the set."
"Yeah." Song Qiao nodded.
Watching Huo Liangchen leave, Song Qiao began to feel mentally tired. The crew, Gu Jingting, and the unknown murderer were all like a huge fog, surrounding her.
Song Qiao slowly retreated into the bed, burying herself like an ostrich.
Zhao Gege left and didn't come back for a long time.
Song Qiao lay down and rested for a long time. When she woke up, she felt thirsty and found that there was no trace of her in the ward. In addition, it was really uncomfortable to lie down, so she tried to sit up by herself.
The wound still stung, and Song Qiao couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat even if he moved a little.
Song Qiao covered the wound and walked out slowly.
Every step required a lot of effort on her part to barely stand firm. After finally moving to the water room, Song Qiao felt as if she had been fished out of the water.
She took a deep breath and wanted to go in to fetch water, but found that she left in a hurry and didn't bring the water bottle with her.
"Mr. Gu, are you really not going to tell Miss Song clearly about Gu Dajing?"
When Song Qiao turned around to leave, Xiang Chen's voice came from inside.
She caught the key words in the words and her whole body froze on the spot.
After Xiang Chen finished speaking, it was quiet inside for a long time. There was only the hum of machines operating around him. It was so long that Song Qiao's heart couldn't stop beating wildly.
Gu Dajing, is there anything else you want to say clearly?
What Xiangchen means is that there is something hidden?
Song Qiao's head seemed to have turned into a high-speed machine at this moment. Countless thoughts flashed through her in the blink of an eye. Thousands of possibilities flashed by, but she couldn't grasp what she needed.
"There's no way to tell." Finally, Gu Jingting's voice came, like a sharp blade hanging above his head, finally falling.
His voice was light, "Should I tell her that I am Gu Dajing, and all the love she has given me for so long has been deceitful? Then she might want to kill me right away."
"boom--"
The long sentence was all broken into countless separate words, and turned into a huge boulder and crashed down.
Joy, absurdity, anger...
Various emotions appeared for a moment and were quickly overwhelmed by new emotions. Finally, they were all mixed together, making it impossible for Song Qiao to judge what he was thinking right now.
She was confused and turned around to walk back.
In the chaos, he seemed not to notice the pain in his body. At the end, Song Qiao almost ran back until he lay down on the bed.
"How is that possible?"
Song Qiao murmured, not wanting to believe it at all.
After she finished speaking, she started laughing again, tears falling freely from the corners of her eyes.
It turns out that she has been a plaything in Gu Jingting's hands from the beginning to the end. As long as he wants, he can play around with her, and in the end, even if he fakes his death, he can still let her run around.
During this time, he must be very proud of himself seeing all kinds of worries and anxieties.
The more Song Qiao thought about it, the more he hated it, and the smell of blood began to ooze from his mouth.
On the other side, Xiang Chen watched Song Qiao stumble away, turned back to Gu Jingting and said with worry, "Mr. Gu, I think Miss Song's condition is very bad. Is she really okay?"
"Let the doctor watch more."
Gu Jingting's eyes were heavy and he finally said.
Now, he has no way to ease the gap between the two people. He can only try the last resort to try again.
No matter how much Song Qiao will hate him after knowing the true situation, it is better than risking his life and not being able to overcome it.
"Okay." Xiang Chen went to find the doctor.
…
Song Qiaoxu was hit too hard, and when she came back from the water room, she ran too hard, which affected her wounds. It didn't take long before she started to have a fever.
The whole person was confused, muttering all kinds of words that he didn't know what they meant.
Fortunately, Xiang Chen asked the doctors to pay attention to the ward at all times, and they found out in time and gave Song Qiao a fever-reducing injection, and she managed to fall asleep.
Momo and Zhao Gege rushed back, and when they saw her haggard appearance, they thought it was the sequelae of falling from a height, and hated the person who did it half to death.
"Don't let me catch her, otherwise I'll make her look good sooner or later." Momo gritted her teeth.
Zhao Gege just sat by the bed, watching Song Qiao wipe her tears.
It took Song Qiao another two days to wake up from the fever. After this experience, his vitality was severely damaged and he was visibly haggard.
"Momo." Song Qiao turned her eyes and looked at the person sleeping beside the bed.
Momo waited for a long time, never daring to close her eyes. Finally, at dawn, Song Qiao's temperature stabilized, and then she lay down and squinted for a while.
But I didn't sleep too deeply either.
As soon as Song Qiao opened his mouth, he immediately woke up. He raised his head and said hurriedly, "Ah? Are you awake? Doctor, yes. I have to call the doctor. Do you want some water?"
She stood up, quite hurriedly.
Song Qiao's throat hurt so much that it felt like there was a razor blade cutting inside. He could only watch her wandering around like a headless fly, and finally came over with a cup of warm water that had been dried.
She opened her mouth and drank half the cup.
"How's it going? Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about?" Momo put the water glass back on the bedside and finally calmed down.
Song Qiao shook his head, "It's okay."
Momo looked at her angrily, "You said, if you have anything to do, you can just ring the bell and call the nurse. Why do you have to get out of bed and walk by yourself?"
"The doctor has said that you caused the high fever by irritating the wound and causing inflammation."
Song Qiao's eyes flashed slightly, remembering the conversation she heard outside the water room before she had a high fever, and the unstoppable astringency filled her heart again.
She felt that her chest and mouth were so congested that she couldn't even breathe.
"What's wrong with you? You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable?" Momo asked.
Song Qiao tried hard to suppress her emotions and said, "It's okay. I just woke up and I'm still a little weak. You can continue talking. I'll listen."
Seeing her wilting appearance, Momo couldn't bear to say, "I don't have anything else to say."