She tucked Song Qiao into the quilt and said earnestly, "Little ancestor, your mission now is to take good care of your injuries and get well quickly. I really can't stand it if you go through this two more times."
Song Qiao's thoughts were very confused at the moment, so naturally she said whatever she said.
Momo added, "You had a high fever this time, which scared Zhao Gege very much. She stayed with you for two days and didn't eat much. She collapsed directly. I asked her to go back to the hotel to nurse her."
"Why is she still sick?" Song Qiao worried, "Is she okay?"
Momo nodded, "It's okay, I just didn't eat much, and I was too nervous, so I couldn't bear it anymore. I just need to go back and recuperate for two days."
"That's good." Song Qiao reassured.
Momo stared at her for a moment, then suddenly asked seriously, "What's wrong with you? You've been out of your mind since you woke up."
"Ah?" Song Qiao concealed her emotions and looked up at her, "I'm just a little dizzy and don't have the energy to speak."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes, looking really weak.
After all, Momo had known her for so many years, and he still had the ability to read emotions, but Song Qiao didn't want to say more, and she couldn't force him to speak.
"Okay, then you can continue to rest, and I will buy you food." She said.
Song Qiao responded indifferently, staring at the ceiling in confusion.
At that time, my mind was so confused that I couldn't think of what to do next. Now that the high fever has subsided, my thoughts are clearer than ever. From the current point of view, Gu Dajing's death was a drama specially performed for her.
Since there was no such person from the beginning to the end, then the so-called investigation of the murderer and revenge are all vain.
Song Qiao tugged at the corners of the quilt, squeezing it at one time or another. She felt that she had been really pretentious and ridiculously stupid some time ago.
In fact, no one really died, so it was considered a happy event.
As for Gu Jingting, stay away from her in the future. Someone as high and aloof as him can easily control a small person like her.
Can't play it.
After figuring out what to do next, Song Qiao felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders, but she felt a dull pain in her heart.
"Qiao Qiao." Momo came back from outside and saw Song Qiao lying there silently. She didn't know why she felt a little panicked.
She had an intuition that Song Qiao must have encountered something, but the person involved refused to talk about it, so she had to talk about happy topics.
"I went to see Liang Dashan that day." Momo said while opening the food. "I briefly told him about increasing the salary, and he agreed quickly."
In fact, Mo Mo did not mention that Liang Dashan also decided to pay Song Qiao more money alone.
After all, she suffered a lot this time. Regardless of whether someone from the crew did it, he has unshirkable responsibility.
Song Qiao heard that Momo wanted to divert his attention, so he cheered up and asked with a smile, "I guess you must take the opportunity to kill him severely?"
Momo raised her eyebrows, "Of course."
At first, Liang Dashan said that he would send another 100,000 yuan to Song Qiao alone, which was considered a shock red envelope. Momo could not agree. Such a small amount of money would not be worth the suffering that Song Qiao suffered.
She directly negotiated with Liang Dashan and asked for an additional 10% increase in film salary.
Liang Dashan was almost anxious, because the salary he paid Song Qiao was already the highest limit he could bear. If he added another ten percent, he would have to reduce funding in other areas.
Finally, after some bargaining, the two decided to wait for the movie to be released. If the box office exceeds 3 billion, the extra money will be directly shared with Song Qiao 10%.
"Qiaoqiao, you have to work hard for me!" Momo said, already excited.
If the box office can exceed 3 billion, the money distributed will be much more than that red envelope.
Song Qiao was stunned after hearing this. She looked at Momo in disbelief, "Director Liang, how could you agree to this condition? Are you kidding me?"
Based on the proportion of box office, she has never heard of such an example.
Momo chuckled, nodded her head and said, "Do you really think that Liang Dashan is stupid? He just thinks that his script has a small audience and cannot sell so much money."
"Don't say three billion, even if it's less than one billion, he has to burn incense and worship Buddha."
Liang Dashan has been in the entertainment industry for so many years and has a clear understanding of various situations. He also knows how much he weighs.
So, when Momo suggested that the red envelope was too few, he simply threw out such a condition.
Hey, maybe the last hundred thousand can be saved.
Song Qiao thought about it again and felt that it made sense. Looking at Momo's confident look, he couldn't help but say, "Since he is sure that the box office will not reach 3 billion, how can you be sure?"
Momo clapped her hands and said, "Of course I can!"
She approached Song Qiao with a mysterious look on her face and said, "I recently did a divination, and the divination said that you will have a smooth journey and make a lot of money in the future. Just wait."
"..."
Song Qiao didn't know what to say for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he laughed and said cooperatively, "Okay, when I recover from the injury, I will definitely film well and try to make the box office exceed 3 billion, so that I can make more money by then."
"Sensible." Momo said.
She picked up the porridge that was hanging and said to Song Qiao, "If you want to make a good movie, you must at least have a good body. Now hurry up and eat first."
After Song Qiao made some jokes with her, she felt much better and sat up obediently.
No one noticed that there were a pair of eyes outside the door quietly watching inside.
Gu Jingting stood by the door, looking at Song Qiao's pale and thin face, his hands hanging by his sides curled up slightly, trying to resist the urge to go in.
Seeing him like this, Xiang Chen felt unhappy and said, "Mr. Gu, why don't you go in and take a look?"
Even if Miss Song has a cold face, she can still strike up a conversation.
Gu Jingting shook his head, "Not for now."
So, once a person has feelings, will even Gu Jingting become cautious?
Xiang Chen looked at him trying to restrain himself, and suddenly he felt a little shy about the love between men and women. He couldn't imagine himself being so cautious towards a girl.
Just when he was still immersed in his fantasy, Gu Jingting's voice came again, "I'm going in now. If she rushes over and beats me regardless of her physical condition, I'm afraid she will have to go to the emergency room later."
"..."
Xiang Chen was at a loss, a little confused that he didn't understand.
Gu Jingting caught a glimpse of his expression out of the corner of his eye, chuckled, and finally looked at Song Qiao in the ward, then turned and left.
Xiang Chen stood there and paused for a few seconds, looking at him and then at Song Qiao. His head turned around at the last moment. Since Miss Song already knew that Gu Dajing was a scam from beginning to end, she must be very upset with Mr. Gu.
Hate.
In this case, she definitely didn't want to see him again, after all, she was holding her breath.
In other words, Mr. Gu is just waiting for Miss Song to get better and be able to stand up and hit people, vent her anger, and appear in front of her again. By then, everything will be easy to discuss.
