"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Lan Linlin looked up blankly, and when she saw Gu Jingting's plain face, she trembled and quickly moved away.
Song Qiao stood aside, gritting his teeth secretly and looking at the culprit. It took him a long time to adjust his mood, "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Go back and rest first, and you can continue to eat."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to react, he turned around and walked back into the house.
The rest of the people looked at each other.
Chi Ye looked at the direction Song Qiao left and asked Lan Linlin, "Is Song Qiao not feeling well today? Do you want to go over and have a look?"
Lan Linlin hesitated, "I didn't see her saying she was uncomfortable. Why don't I go and have a look?"
"I don't think it's necessary." Gu Jingting said calmly, "Miss Song was clearly in full swing when she left. I think she just didn't have the heart to eat."
When the boss speaks, who dares to refute?
Lan Linlin silently sat back in her chair and lowered her head to eat.
The rest of the people secretly guessed what he meant. Was he displeased with Song Qiao, or was he simply making remarks? Will it be affected if they continue to be friends later?
Rong Luoyin already hated Song Qiao, but when she saw Gu Jingting's attitude, she couldn't help but feel happy.
It seems that she herself is heading for a dead end.
"Mr. Gu, come here, let me toast you." Rong Luoyin smiled charmingly.
Gu Jingting lowered his eyes, looked at the wine glass in front of him, and refused coldly, "I have no intention of drinking."
"..."
Rong Luoyin's expression froze, and she felt the coldness gradually emanating from his body, so she had no choice but to take back the wine glass, and did not dare to move closer.
A meal, everyone eats with their own thoughts.
Song Qiao returned to the room and didn't care about what was going on outside. After washing, she lay down on the bed early, picked up her phone and chatted with Momo, and relayed what had just happened to her.
Momo: [Oh my god, Gu Jingting went to visit the program team just to take advantage?]
Song Qiao: [If I had known earlier, I shouldn’t have bent over money.]
Momo: [Think about it from another angle, Gu Jingting seems to be very interested in you, why don't you just accept it, Qiqi's illness will definitely be solved by then. ]
Song Qiao: [We haven’t reached the dead end yet, I don’t want to sell myself into it just like that.]
It's easy to hold the thigh, but it's difficult to figure it out later.
She cannot make the rules of the game.
After Song Qiao sent the message, she lay on her back on the bed, feeling confused.
Qiqi's condition is getting worse day by day, but now she can't even raise enough medical expenses, and the bone marrow problem also needs to be resolved urgently.
She took a deep breath, her head hurting more and more.
Time passed unconsciously, and when Song Qiao came to her senses again, it was already eleven o'clock at night. She had not eaten much for dinner, and now she felt hungry. She tossed and turned for a long time, feeling that she might not be able to sleep if she continued like this.
She got up and went out to find something to eat.
As soon as he came down the stairs, he saw a figure sitting not far away, and a flash of scarlet flickering in the darkness. Song Qiao was caught off guard and frightened.
She held on to the handrail and immediately lost all thought of looking for food. She turned around and wanted to walk back.
"come over."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind. Song Qiao's brows twitched slightly. She wanted to ignore him and continue to leave. Unexpectedly, threatening words came immediately after, "Try taking one more step."
The consequences were not mentioned, but Song Qiao knew with his toes that it must not be that simple.
She made preparations over and over in her mind and walked to Gu Jingting's side.
"Mr. Gu, are you okay?" Song Qiao stood still.
Gu Jingting scoffed, "What are you doing standing so far away and I can still eat you?"
Even if he didn't eat, he still had that thought, Song Qiao murmured silently, and said with a smile, "After all, Mr. Gu and I are not very familiar with each other, so we still need to keep a distance."
Gu Jingting's eyes flashed with coldness mixed with irritability.
He casually pressed out the cigarette butt, stood up suddenly and approached Song Qiao. The man's cold agarwood scent instantly surrounded her from all directions, making her breathless.
"In that case, let me get acquainted with you now." Gu Jingting pinched the back of Song Qiao's neck with his cold, calloused fingertips. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it evoked infinite hints that made people think.
The surrounding atmosphere seemed to become heavy.
Song Qiao's heart was so frightened that she raised her hand to push, "Gu Jingting, let me go!"
"Why are you being pretentious?" Gu Jingting's face hidden in the darkness was expressionless, even cold, "Don't you value money the most? Why don't you seize the opportunity when it is presented to you? Are you trying to get it?"
Song Qiao seemed to hear the sound of dignity being trampled underfoot.
In an instant, all her worries and cautions disappeared. She couldn't push him away, so she was too lazy to struggle and sneered: "Mr. Gu said I love money, so why would I play hard to get?"
"Have you ever thought that I might just be naive and not fall in love with you?"
The last sentence successfully made Gu Jingting's face turn cold, and the aura around him was so cold that it could almost freeze a person into a popsicle.
Song Qiao's heart trembled, and she felt a chill on her neck. Now she was so angry that she actually regretted what she had done to provoke him.
Not to mention anything else, as long as he wanted to, he could really make her unable to turn over with just a flick of his finger.
Gu Jingting let go of her, his murderous intent undisguised, "Really? Then I would like to see what high branches Miss Song can climb to in the end."
Song Qiao quickly distanced herself from him and tried her best to maintain her composure, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Gu."
The words fell to the ground, and there was silence for a long time.
Song Qiao stood there and waited for a moment, not waiting for Gu Jingting to say anything, secretly thinking that he would not hold on to her anymore, so he simply returned to the room in three steps and two steps at a time.
The moment I closed the door, my heart that was hanging high in the air suddenly fell to the ground.
But the fear still creeps up slowly.
She had humiliated Gu Jingting mercilessly just now, and now that he had made no move, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be angry and attack her later.
What to do?
Song Qiao thought about it, picked up the phone and planned to give Momo some relief first, so that she could be prepared even if she was really going to suffer disaster.
Not long after the message was sent, the phone rang like a desperate call.
Song Qiao looked at the flickering screen and felt a little guilty, "Hello?"
"Song Qiao, are you out of your mind in the middle of the night?" Momo screamed, "That's Gu Jingting, how dare you talk to him like that?"
"You can just say a few nice words to deal with it first. It's fine now. I think your career in the entertainment industry will come to an end tomorrow."
How could Song Qiao not know?
She slid along the wall and sat on the ground, and said depressedly, "I was so emotional at the time that I didn't think much about it."
"You didn't think so much about this sentence, and you will be doomed later!" Momo was so angry that she gasped on the phone, and finally said in despair, "I really owe you."
Song Qiao pursed her lips, "Then what should we do next?"
Momo had a headache, "Gu Jingting hasn't made any move yet, and I don't know either. Let's go through it. I'll go and get in touch with the others first. For the rest, let's see what he does first."
