The weird feeling in Song Qiao's heart continued to increase. She looked at Gu Jingting and said half-jokingly, "Why do you look like you're jealous?"
Gu Jingting instinctively wanted to ridicule, but suddenly he saw Song Qiao's probing and wary eyes, and couldn't help but show a little amusement.
The words that came to his lips rolled back into his stomach, and when he said them again, they had completely different meanings, "If you want to understand it this way, that's fine."
Song Qiao was stunned. She didn't expect him to be so straightforward. In such a short time, she didn't know how to react.
In the silence, Gu Jingting stood up and walked to Song Qiao. The towering figure enveloped him, making Song Qiao feel breathless for a moment. She stepped back slowly.
Gu Jingting continued to approach her step by step, occupying her space unscrupulously.
"You, stay away from me." Song Qiao was annoyed.
If she had known earlier, she should not have been tempted, and now she had put herself in such an embarrassing situation. She retreated again and again, and her back hit the wall.
Gu Jingting watched the opportunity and put his hands on both sides of her at the same time, "Stay away, what if you can't hear me?"
The man's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. As long as Song Qiao looked slightly sideways, he could see the clear veins on the back of his hands and the fingers tapping on the wall.
"My ears are not so bad that I can't hear you clearly." Song Qiao said calmly.
After the initial panic, she quickly adjusted her state. She won't lose even if she loses the opponent. No matter how unexpected Gu Jingting's move is, she has to catch it first.
"Oh?" Gu Jingting said with interest, "Then you heard what I just said, how are you going to respond to me?"
Song Qiao's face was expressionless, "I have no plan."
"..."
Her straightforward attitude made Gu Jingting pause for a moment. After a moment of reaction, he asked, "Why?"
Song Qiao raised her head and looked at him with a smile, "Don't you understand such a simple truth?" She stretched out a finger, poked Gu Jingting's chest, and slowly pushed it out, "Because I don't like you."
After she finished speaking, there was nothing more to say.
Gu Jingting took a moment to react and understood.
What Song Qiao meant was that it was his business if he liked her, and she had no obligation to respond.
It's really a theory that is irrefutable.
Gu Jingting laughed silently, but he didn't want to let Song Qiao go so easily, so he grabbed her hand and pressed it over his head, shortening the distance between the two again.
The next second, the two people's noses were facing each other, just a hair away from each other. Song Qiao could almost see Gu Jingting's distinct eyelashes and herself reflected in his eyes.
She glanced at it for a moment, and her heartbeat began to accelerate. She subconsciously twitched her wrist, but it was quickly suppressed by Gu Jingting.
"It's a pity, I like to taste the twisted melon most." The man's hoarse voice with a smile fell on his ear.
Song Qiao was angry, gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Then be careful of the melon being smashed open."
"It doesn't matter, I'm lucky." Gu Jingting said lightly.
Song Qiao didn't have the patience to talk nonsense to him anymore, "Let go."
Gu Jingting didn't seem to hear anything. Song Qiao took a deep breath. Seeing his fearless look, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard, hitting his toes.
"Well..."
Gu Jingting groaned in pain, and his grip on Song Qiao loosened. She took the opportunity to break away, bent down and escaped from his arms, and hid in the kitchen and locked it.
After regaining her freedom, Song Qiao became arrogant again. She stood inside the door and looked at Gu Jingting mockingly, "Trying to rob me by force? It's no use."
"I don't have your share of dinner tonight, so you can handle it yourself."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and opened the refrigerator.
Taking advantage of the break in selecting dishes, Song Qiao took a long breath and tried to suppress her racing heart. She never expected that Gu Jingting would do this to her.
Song Qiao didn't even dare to look back outside, took out tomatoes and eggs, and started preparing dinner.
It was already a little late, and she didn't want to do too much, so she simply made tomato and egg pimple soup.
Song Qiao neatly diced the tomatoes, beat the eggs, and while waiting for the oil to heat up the pan, stirred the flour into small lumps. After doing this, the pot began to smoke.
She poured the tomatoes into the cooking pot, then added water, waited for the water to boil, and then poured the prepared gnocchi into it. When the pot was boiling again, she poured the eggs in a circle.
In just over ten minutes, the red pimple soup was ready.
Song Qiao poured the food into a bowl, opened the kitchen door, and walked towards the dining table without squinting. Unexpectedly, some people didn't know what to do and deliberately wandered in front of them, "Is it really not my fault?"
She said sternly, "No."
Gu Jingting wasn't the kind of person who begged for food, but smelling the rich fragrance in the air, he started to feel greedy for no reason, so he simply walked to the kitchen.
There was more than half left in the pot, and with Song Qiao's appetite, he would definitely not be able to finish it.
In the final analysis, it was his fault for being hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Gu Jingting chuckled lightly and gave it up. He poured a bowl for himself and sat across from Song Qiao. He said seriously, "I was joking with you just now."
Song Qiao was suspicious and didn't believe it at all.
Gu Jingting leaned back slightly, half leaning on the back of the chair, "We haven't been getting along seriously for more than half a month. Do you really think you are so charming?"
It wasn't a nice word, but it made Song Qiao relax a lot.
After all, as her bodyguard, Gu Jingting would see her every day. If she really had thoughts that she shouldn't have, she would find it very difficult to handle.
Song Qiao relaxed and said, "Don't make such jokes in the future."
Gu Jingting said it was optional, "Okay."
After solving the difficult problem, Song Qiao lowered her head to eat without any burden. She scooped up the pimple soup and gently blew on the hot air. Her porcelain-white cheeks swelled slightly with her movements, like a little hamster.
Gu Jingting's dark eyes fell on her red lips, and his fingertips gently touched them.
This woman seemed to have no intention. No matter who confessed her love to her, she wanted to immediately distance herself from her. He wanted to see how she would become emotional in the future.
The two of them finished dinner peacefully. Song Qiao pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Gu Jingting, "I cook, you wash the dishes, and the housework is distributed fairly."
After she finished speaking, she didn't give Gu Jingting a chance to refuse. She got up and walked to the sofa, couldn't wait to turn on the TV and start watching the show.
Tonight there is a TV series by one of her favorite actors. It is now eight o'clock sharp and the TV series starts right now.
Gu Jingting looked at her and almost immediately became addicted to the TV. Then he looked back at the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, and the murderous look in his eyes could hardly be concealed.
On the contrary, she is becoming more and more comfortable in controlling herself.
Gu Jingting sneered angrily and sat in his seat for a long time, carrying the dishes and chopsticks to the sink with a cold face.
As the sound of rushing water rang out, two seconds later, a crisp sound of "pop--" directly brought Song Qiao, who was addicted to the drama, back to his attention.
She hurriedly dragged her to the kitchen and saw Gu Jingting lowering his head and cleaning up the debris on the floor with a serious face.
