When Qiqi and Xiaotang saw Gu Jingting slumped, they both covered their mouths and laughed secretly. When they heard Mrs. Gu speak, they immediately stood up, followed her to the left and right, and walked obediently to the room.
After the relaxation in the past few days, they no longer looked frightened at the beginning and all returned to their cheerful appearance.
After they left, Mrs. An and the cook also went back to work.
Soon only Song Qiao and Gu Jingting were left in the living room. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Song Qiao was the first to laugh.
She looked at Gu Jingting with a smile in her eyes, "President Gu, how do you plan to serve me?"
Gu Jingting lowered his eyes, with a hint of impatience hanging on his brows.
He raised his eyes to look at Song Qiao and suddenly chuckled, "How do you want me to serve you?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Qiao felt a slight threat, and her smile softened a little, but then she thought about it, and there was Mrs. Gu behind her to support her, so she became a little more bold.
"Of course it is based on the highest standards of President Gu." Song Qiao said with a smile.
Gu Jingting looked at Song Qiao for a moment, then suddenly sneered. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. She was a little confused, but when she turned around to look, she saw the man striding out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand.
He sat in front of Song Qiao, paused for a moment, then picked up the spoon and put it to Song Qiao's mouth, "Eat."
What Gu Jingting took out was the soup that Mrs. An had just stewed. He put it in a bowl and it was still steaming. When it was brought to Song Qiao's mouth, she could even feel the heat on her face.
I don't know how Gu Jingting can hold such a high temperature.
Song Qiao had no choice but to sigh softly and said, "It's so hot, how can I drink it?"
It seemed that Gu Jingting had never taken care of others before. He didn't even know how to cool down the soup. Realizing this, Song Qiao didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
When Gu Jingting heard this, he frowned lightly.
He looked down at the soup bowl in his hand, as if he didn't understand why it was so troublesome to just drink soup, but after thinking about it, he really didn't think carefully.
And he is indeed smart and knows how to draw inferences from one example.
After Song Qiao reminded him, he slowly blew the soup to cool down, and then fed it into Song Qiao's mouth according to the timing. The intervals were exactly right.
Mrs. An hid in the kitchen and watched the two people's actions, her eyes filled with relief.
In the past, she was actually a little optimistic about the relationship between Gu Jingting and Song Qiao. After all, one was in a high position and the other was completely on his own. If a man didn't know how to love others, he would have to suffer a lot.
Now it seems that Gu Jingting is not as difficult to serve as he imagined.
"Oh, this is the first time I have seen the young master take care of others like this." The cook also joined in to watch the fun, "Tsk, tsk, your young lady is still better."
Aunt An's face looked proud, "No."
While they were discussing, Gu Jingting had already fed Song Qiao a bowl of soup and was staring at Song Qiao, "What else do you want to eat?"
I was really happy to have Gu Jingting serve me, but the coldness radiating from his body was really unbearable.
Song Qiao coughed lightly, shook his head and said, "No, you should go and rest quickly."
Gu Jingting did not agree. He frowned and said, "No, I promised the old lady."
"she……"
"I do what I say."
Song Qiao tried to say something else, but Gu Jingting seemed to have expected it and interrupted her directly. Then he glanced to the side and picked up an orange from the table.
He peeled off the skin neatly, separated two pieces, and stuffed them into Song Qiao's mouth.
Before the latter could speak, his mouth was filled to the brim and his cheeks were slightly bulging, making him look like a hamster hiding food in his mouth.
Gu Jingting looked at it and suddenly felt a little interesting.
It feels like raising a little pet, especially since she looks like anything you like.
"Eat quickly," he said.
Song Qiao had no choice but to eat hard.
She finally swallowed it, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the orange in Gu Jingting's hand was stuffed in again, and she had to eat hard again.
One by one, when Song Qiao finally finished handling the orange in Gu Jingting's hand, she finally got a break to speak, "This orange is so sour..."
Song Qiao muttered, with a slight complaint.
Gu Jingting suddenly remembered that when he fed the two little guys before, he was so upset that he frowned. It seemed that the quality of the oranges this time was indeed not good.
"Why didn't you say anything?" He stopped without changing his expression.
Song Qiao stared, "Then you have to give me a chance to speak!"
Gu Jingting's one-on-one attitude just now didn't give her a chance to speak. Song Qiao almost wanted to give up several times.
But when she saw Gu Jingting's excited look, she suddenly couldn't bear it.
Probably because this time something happened and he almost risked his own life, Song Qiao would always subconsciously tolerate it when facing him now.
Gu Jingting thought about what he had just done, and it was indeed a bit excessive.
He coughed lightly and said, "It was my fault just now. I will taste it myself next time."
Hearing this, Song Qiao took the opportunity to make a request, "I'm fine now, and I haven't needed your care at all. You'd better go and rest as soon as possible."
"Really speaking, your injuries are much more serious than mine," she said.
Gu Jingting had leaned back slightly, half leaning on the sofa, with a leisurely look, and he didn't look injured at all, if you ignored the gauze covering his body.
"It's just a minor injury, it won't kill anyone." He shook his head.
Seeing his determined look, Song Qiao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he simply stood up and said, "Okay, I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the room to rest."
She went to lie down, Gu Jingting couldn't find anything to do.
With this idea in mind, Song Qiao returned to the room and lay down.
However, within a few minutes, the door was pushed open again, and Song Qiao heard Gu Jingting's footsteps coming from behind. After a while, his dry and warm hands were placed on Song Qiao's neck, pressing gently.
The moderate force made her squint her eyes comfortably.
But soon, Song Qiao noticed that something was wrong. The hand seemed to be slowly walking downwards, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached his back.
Song Qiao turned around suddenly and looked at Gu Jingting, "What are you doing?"
Gu Jingting sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her with lowered eyes, and said, "After much thought, when you were lying down sleeping, it seemed that except for certain things, I couldn't do anything else."
"I don't need it!" Song Qiao said quickly.
Gu Jingting raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it quite comfortable? Why don't you need it?"
Song Qiao blushed, but she didn't expect Gu Jingting to say such words directly, "I don't need it anyway, so get out quickly, I want to sleep."
"I think you need to give me a reason." Gu Jingting asked, "It's just a massage, why are you reacting so hard?"
