The moment Song Qiao got out of the car, Gu Jingting couldn't hold on anymore and fell into coma. He couldn't remember anything that happened during that period, but he vaguely remembered the faint sounds of conversation in his ears.
He seemed to have heard Song Qiao and Xiang Chen talking on the phone, and even heard her asking to take care of him.
On his own initiative...
How is that possible?
Even in a coma, Gu Jingting felt that this matter was a fantasy. Song Qiao, that little white-eyed wolf, would do you good things when he was good, but when he was bad, he wouldn't even give you a look.
I don’t know what kind of demon is possessed by me, but I want to capture him.
But sometimes, people's thoughts are beyond their control. Even if Gu Jingting knew that everything was a dream, he couldn't help but have a beautiful dream.
In the dream, Song Qiao stayed by his side with a smile as before, taking care of him carefully...
It wasn't until the painkillers wore off and the pain came to him densely like a tide that Gu Jingting opened his eyes from his sleep and looked at the dark room, dazed.
"Gu Jingting?"
The familiar voice came with a faint question, like a thunderbolt, hitting Gu Jingting's funeral platform, making his confused nerves suddenly wake up.
But then, Gu Jingting laughed to himself, as he had not yet woken up from his dream.
Song Qiao didn't hear a response, but she clearly felt that the person on the bed was breathing a little faster. She fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and sure enough she saw that the man had opened his eyes.
Perhaps due to the injury, his usually sharp eyebrows softened a lot, and he even looked a little innocent.
"How do you feel now? Does the wound hurt? Do you want to eat something?" Song Qiao asked.
The words fell to the ground, but there was no response.
Song Qiao thought that he might not want to move for the time being, so he had to wait patiently.
After a long while, she didn't wait for a response. Song Qiao simply planned to go to the kitchen to bring the porridge first. After all, Gu Jingting had to finish eating before taking medicine.
"pain."
Suddenly, a man's low voice sounded, lazily and deep as if he had just woken up.
Song Qiao felt his ears itching, but he didn't care much. He approached him and asked, "What should I do? Can I show you some videos to divert your attention?"
As she spoke, she also felt a little unreliable. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You can't take painkillers for the time being. The doctor said that taking too much is not good. You have to wait until you really can't bear it anymore."
Song Qiao rambled and frowned.
She muttered to herself for a long time, then suddenly noticed something, looked at Gu Jingting and asked, "How do you feel now? Can you still hold it in?"
Gu Jingting's thoughts seemed to have drifted into the air long ago.
The unignorable pain on his back always reminded him that he was not dreaming, but the person in the dream suddenly appeared in front of him, giving Gu Jingting an incredible feeling.
She was even worrying about her wounds with a worried look on her face.
"Are you in pain?" Song Qiao's voice suddenly dropped a little.
Gu Jingting narrowed his eyes, covering up all the fluctuations, and only whispered, "Well, I can't bear it."
In fact, this injury was nothing. There were more serious injuries before. Even after taking painkillers, the pain was still so painful that he almost fainted, but he still managed to survive.
"What should we do? Take medicine?" Song Qiao was worried.
Gu Jingting shook his head, "Don't eat too much." He paused for a moment and said, "Read to me."
In fact, Gu Jingting wanted to hold Song Qiao's hand more, but as soon as this request was made, all worries would disappear.
He secretly told himself, don't worry, there will be a long time to come.
"Okay." Song Qiao agreed without thinking, "But the doctor said that you must take medicine after you wake up. I will go to the kitchen to get the porridge now, and after you finish drinking it, I will read to you."
"Yeah." Gu Jingting responded and closed his eyes to rest.
Seeing this, Song Qiao thought that Gu Jingting was in terrible pain and did not dare to stay too long.
She came back from the kitchen with porridge as quickly as possible. When she glanced at Gu Jingting from the corner of her eye, she was slightly distracted. The warm yellow light fell from the bedside, gently outlining the man's facial features.
The quilt was placed around his waist, half hanging down, revealing the man's well-textured back.
At this time, Gu Jingting was like a god, sleeping quietly.
However, he heard the noise and quickly opened his eyes and looked towards Song Qiao, "Is there no one else at home?"
It was after Song Qiao left that Gu Jingting realized that he usually only worked part-time here. Because there were more and more things happening recently, he was often away from home, and because his relationship with Song Qiao was deteriorating, he disliked the nanny and servants here less and less.
side.
Simply send them all back to the old house.
"Tomorrow, I'll ask Xiang Chen to find a few people from his old house." Gu Jingting said, "If you have anything to do, just tell them."
As for her, she just needs to focus on taking care of herself.
Gu Jingting thought secretly.
Song Qiao put the porridge on the bedside, shook his head and refused, "I mentioned it to my assistant, but I'm not used to having others serve me, so I refused."
"Would it be too tiring if you just take care of me?" Gu Jingting asked.
Song Qiao replied, "You don't have anything to do for me right now. The most I can do is cook you something to eat every day and supervise you to take medicine. As for the rest, I should just talk to you, right?"
"Sounds about the same." Gu Jingting nodded.
Song Qiao joked with him, "What's more, you are my savior now. No matter how tired you are, I still have to take care of you."
"Then I'll listen to you. If you feel tired later, find someone else." Gu Jingting did not insist.
After all, he would rather be alone with each other than to be disturbed by other people.
Song Qiao had no objection. He checked the temperature of the bowl with his hand and felt it was almost ready. He took a spoon to scoop out the porridge and fed it to Gu Jingting's mouth. "You can drink some white porridge for now."
When she sent the doctor away today, she forgot to ask about the taboos, fearing that adding anything indiscriminately would make Gu Jingting's wound worse.
Gu Jingting drank the porridge.
Although the white porridge has no taste, Song Qiao cooked it slowly on the stove long in advance. The rice oil is cooked out, which melts in your mouth and is very fragrant.
Gu Jingting cooperated and drank half the bowl of porridge, shook his head and said, "That's enough."
Song Qiao looked at the remaining porridge, frowned and said, "You have only eaten this much since you fell asleep at noon. If your body can't bear it, please eat more."
"My wound hurts so much that I have no appetite," Gu Jingting said.
After hearing his words, Song Qiao couldn't care about anything else.
At worst, he can just cook something to eat when he gets hungry later.
She put down the bowl and chopsticks and said to Gu Jingting, "Then lie down and I'll read to you now. What do you want to hear?" She took out her cell phone from her pocket and began to rummage through the manuscripts stored in it.
After flipping through it, they were all fairy tales that were usually told to Qiqi and Xiaotang. Obviously, they were not very suitable to be told to Gu Jingting.
Gu Jingting didn't have any requirements, "Just watch and read."
