Both of them were very tired and fell asleep until noon the next day.
After Song Qiao woke up, he quickly realized where he was. He turned around and looked to his side, and sure enough he saw that Gu Jingting had opened his eyes and was looking at him intently.
She reacted for two seconds, silently pulled the quilt and covered her head.
"What are you doing?" Gu Jingting said with a smile.
Song Qiao replied, "Your eyes look a little scary."
Gu Jingting pulled the quilt off her head, looked at Song Qiao and said, "Get up, we've been called several times from outside."
Song Qiao stood up suddenly and said anxiously, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
This is in the Gu family. She just took care of Gu Jingting yesterday, but she just slept until now. There is no guarantee that the old lady will have any opinions on her.
Gu Jingting looked at her in a hurry, as if someone was chasing her from behind.
"Don't worry." Gu Jingting stood up slowly, randomly picked up a shirt from the closet and put it on, "The old lady told you to have a good rest."
"That……"
"Those people are here to urge me to get up."
Gu Jingting took over the conversation.
From the moment Song Qiao stepped into Gu's house, Mrs. Gu completely disappeared from Gu Jingting's eyes. This morning, in order to avoid waking up Song Qiao, she even went into the house to wake him up in person.
That cautious look almost made Gu Jingting fail.
After Song Qiao heard this, he sped up his actions.
She finished washing up as quickly as possible, and when walking out the door, she thought of something, looked back at Gu Jingting who was still slowly packing herself up behind her, patted her forehead and turned around.
"Let me help you." Song Qiao said.
Hearing this, Gu Jingting put down his hand and stood there and said to her, "The wound on my back hurts so much. Please help me get dressed. Also, get me a towel and toothbrush."
Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at his appearance, and gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you just ask me to bring you another bowl of rice and feed it to you one bite at a time?"
"If you are willing, that would be great," Gu Jingting said.
"..."
Song Qiao was defeated.
Gu Jingting has no face at all. In this situation, she really can't fight.
She didn't bother to say anything to him anymore, so she took a towel and a toothbrush from the bathroom, watched Gu Jingting finish washing, and took him downstairs.
When the two of them appeared in the living room, it was almost eleven o'clock.
There were only a few servants cleaning downstairs. When they saw Gu Jingting and Song Qiao, they stopped and bowed to greet them, but were looked away by Gu Jingting.
"What do you want to eat?" Song Qiao asked, "Can I go to the kitchen and make you some clear noodle soup?"
It was almost lunch time and there should be nothing to eat in the kitchen. Song Qiao thought about it and planned to cook something simple first to fill Gu Jingting's stomach.
"Okay." Gu Jingting had no objection.
Song Qiao took him to sit on the sofa. Just as he was going to the kitchen, he heard a familiar voice, "Qiao Qiao, you're up. Come and have some soup."
Aunt An came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl.
She muttered, "I also said that this soup has been simmering all morning. If you don't get up, you won't be able to drink it. Now is the perfect time."
When Song Qiao saw her, he suddenly remembered that when they came to Gu's house, they took Aunt An with them.
But he was attacked again and injured again, so he just didn't think about it.
"Is there only soup?" Song Qiao walked over, smelled the familiar fragrance in the air, and his stomach began to wake up, singing "The Empty City Strategy," "I'm very hungry now."
"No way, there is something else!" Aunt An's favorite thing is to hear Song Qiao say she wants to eat.
She was like offering a treasure, trotting out from the kitchen to bring out various easy-to-digest breakfasts.
"I have nothing to do, so I'll just help prepare some food." Aunt An said, and greeted Gu Jingting, "Mr. Gu, come over and eat quickly."
Gu Jingting got up and walked this way.
There were all kinds of food on the table. He looked at them, sat down and picked up his chopsticks to eat, but as soon as he stretched out his hands, his movements stopped.
Song Qiao saw his brow furrow slightly, thinking it must be related to the wound.
She picked up her chopsticks, put a piece of yam pastry into his bowl, "I'll do it, just tell me what you want to eat."
A smile flashed across Gu Jingting's eyes, and then he said, "As soon as I raised my hand, the pain was severe. I won't eat for now. You can eat some while you watch."
Song Qiao looked at his face with suspicion in his eyes.
He didn't look like he was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He probably wanted to take care of himself on purpose.
How old are you to still play such little tricks?
Song Qiao felt helpless in her heart. She looked at the man sitting across from him and didn't respond. She sat down and started drinking soup and breakfast, chatting with Mrs. An from time to time.
"This soup is a bit strong, I'll make it lighter later."
"The pastries are quite delicious. Save some for Qiqi and Xiaotang later."
"Would you like to sit down and eat something too?"
Aunt An kept answering and carefully wrote down what Song Qiao said. After a while, she secretly glanced at Gu Jingting next to her and asked, "Qiao Qiao, do you really not care about Mr. Gu?"
After all, it's still living in someone else's house. Isn't it a bit bad to just hang it out like this?
Song Qiao didn't even raise his head, "It's okay, you can go and do your work."
"this……"
"Go ahead."
Aunt An was still hesitating, but Song Qiao directly interrupted her and urged her to do her own thing. She had no choice but to turn around and leave.
From the beginning to the end, Gu Jingting seemed like an invisible person, completely ignored by Song Qiao.
His face gradually darkened, and finally he laughed angrily. This little white-eyed wolf had been following him all the way yesterday, but he didn't expect that he could turn against others just by taking a nap.
It’s really good!
Gu Jingting was so depressed that he didn't bother to speak anymore. He just sat in his chair without saying a word, exuding low pressure.
Such an obvious attitude made Song Qiao unable to ignore it even if he wanted to.
She finished the last sip of soup, stood up and sat next to Gu Jingting, picked up the yam cake in the bowl with chopsticks, and handed it to his mouth, "Let's eat, President Gu."
Gu Jingting raised his eyes, "Did you think of me now?"
"I've been thinking about this. Seeing that you don't want to eat, I quickly came over to serve you." Song Qiao coaxed perfunctorily, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good after it gets cold."
How could Gu Jingting not hear the perfunctory tone? His eyes were squinting at Song Qiao, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly he noticed that her expression had changed.
That look in her eyes showed that if Gu Jingting dared to show off, she would give up.
Gu Jingting was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth to take it.
"Does the yam cake taste good?" Seeing this, Song Qiao asked with a smile, "Isn't it a bit dry just to eat this? Do you want some more soup?"
Gu Jingting felt aggrieved. When had he ever been so hopeless?
