Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The words about bodyguard were a test. If Gu Ling had not refuted, then his identity should be a bodyguard. The following sentence was Song Qiaoyang's implicit expression of emotion.

Gu Ling put one hand into the pocket of his white coat, and gently picked up the candy inside with his fingers. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he said in a gentle and persuasive tone: "Then, Song Qiaoyang, why do you care about me?"

【Ahhh, I have to confess!!!】

[Is Gu Ling putting his hands in his pockets to get candy? ]

[Confession at the beginning of the game? 】

Song Qiaoyang: "No reason."

"What if I have to have a reason?"

Gu Ling looked at Song Qiaoyang.

Song Qiaoyang wore his black suit meticulously, showing off his broad shoulders and narrow waist to the fullest.

Having been in a high position for many years, he has the aura of a superior. His good upbringing has given him an extraordinary bearing. He looks more like the bodyguard's employer than a bodyguard.

In order to better fit the identity of a "bodyguard", he took off his frame glasses and put on contact lenses. The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was a little conspicuous on his fair skin.

Maybe it was because he was wearing contact lenses, his eyes looked very bright. When he heard Gu Ling's question, he was slightly stunned, and his tone was like confusion and sighing: "I just... follow my heart."

[I know how to do this question! Write “cowardly” from the heart]

[The fork that ruins the atmosphere is gone]

[Can you be called a coward when it comes to handsome guys? 】

When he wasn't smiling, Song Qiaoyang looked a bit cold with his framed glasses on. Now without the glasses covering his eyes, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye made him look a bit broken.

The candy in the white coat turned back and forth between Gu Ling's fingers, and finally she took her hand out of her pocket.

She curled her lips and chuckled: "If one day I have a conflict with Miss Shen, will you follow your heart?"

In other words, will he side with her?

Song Qiaoyang did not answer, but asked: "Do you want me to follow my heart?"

Does Gu Ling hope that he will be on her side?

A rhetorical question turns the passive into the active.

How cunning.

Gu Ling did not answer this question: "Mr. Bodyguard, you should go back."

Song Qiaoyang smiled and said, "Miss Doctor, I look forward to seeing you next time."

[Thank you, I'm touched, I'm already dizzy from the sweetness]

[Ahhhh why didn't they date together yesterday? This is what a couple should be like! ]

[Director Wang! Calling the director! ! I want to see the story of Mr. Bodyguard and Ms. Doctor! ]

[+1, Director Wang, I advise you not to be so ignorant. I also want the storyline of Shen Qingyi and Xiao Chen being an engaged couple.]

[Oh, I want them all]

The director team quickly received feedback from the audience. In addition to the live broadcast room, many viewers went to the official account of the program team to express their opinions, and even the script was thought out.

I have to say that there are many masters among the people. The script is full of twists and turns and ups and downs, and is much more sophisticated than the original design of the director team.

When Director Wang discovered on the first day that there were no pink bubbles between the guests, he decisively changed the program rules. This shows that he is a director who knows how to adapt to changing circumstances.

So he clapped his hands and made arrangements!

As time goes by, the grudges and hatreds between the guests gradually become apparent.

On the basis of keeping the original personalities of the guests basically unchanged, the director team arranged a lot of passers-by such as A, B, C, and D to act as assists. The six guests had a great mix of CPs, and the ratings kept rising, ranking directly in the top three of the hot search list.

The couple Gu Ling and Song Qiaoyang also received assistance from passers-by.

The bodyguard played by Song Qiaoyang is actually a killer. He stays by Shen Qingyi's side in order to find an opportunity to get close to Xiao Chen and assassinate him.

As for why not approach Xiao Chen directly?

The question is, is it easier to save the country by taking a roundabout way, or is it more likely to be surrounded by defenseless defenses?

Not long ago, Song Qiaoyang went to assassinate Xiao Chen, but was unfortunately injured and was picked up by Gu Ling.

In the room, Song Qiaoyang, who was wearing a battle-damaged look, sat on the edge of the bed. His face was deliberately made up to look pale and weak, and the white shirt around his waist was stained red with "blood".

The medicine box was placed on the bedside table. Gu Ling was handling the medicines inside, conscientiously playing the role of a doctor.

Song Qiaoyang unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

[Shashasha, can I watch this without paying? ]

[Director Wang is a very good person. He really listens to suggestions.]

[Hey hey hey, Song Qiaoyang, don’t stop, keep going!!!]

Song Qiaoyang frowned slightly, his fingertips fell on the second shirt button, and he looked up slightly at the camera in the corner of the room.

Gu Ling saw him stop and said, "Keep taking it off. Do you still need me to help you?"

What a tiger and wolf thing.

Song Qiaoyang pursed his lips slightly, glanced at the location of the camera again, and finally silently unbuttoned the second button. When he was about to continue unbuttoning his shirt, he heard Gu Ling say, "Wait a moment."

Gu Ling looked at his slightly red ears and always felt that this man was too thin-skinned. He was embarrassed to expose his body in front of the camera, and was also embarrassed to express his wishes.

It's very awkward.

Gu Ling had no idea that it was actually because Song Qiaoyang heard Gu Ling asking him to continue that he mistakenly thought that Gu Ling was impatient and had to continue.

No one knew better than him how scarce Gu Ling's patience was.

Gu Ling looked around, picked up the pillowcase on the pillow and walked towards the camera, saying nonchalantly: "Sorry, we have to protect the patient's privacy."

【! ! ! ! 】

[Wake up! His injury is fake, he is not a patient, and you are also a fake doctor! ]

【Ahhhh stop it!!!】

[A netizen crawled along the network cable and lifted up this rag]

Gu Ling couldn’t see the comments, but he could probably guess the audience’s reactions. But, so what?

After Wuqing blocked the camera, Gu Ling walked back and picked up the cotton swab and said, "Continue?"

Song Qiaoyang responded in a low voice and took off the "bloodstained" shirt. Gu Ling dealt with it symbolically for a few times, then picked up the white bandage to bandage him.

Song Qiaoyang was sitting, and Gu Ling was bending slightly to wrap a bandage around his waist. This posture seemed like Gu Ling was holding him in his arms.

Every time Gu Ling wrapped a circle of bandage, he would get closer to him. All the muscles in his body were tense and he dared not move at all.

Song Qiaoyang's ears turned even redder, and even his breathing became cautious.

After treating the "wound", Song Qiaoyang urgently needed to do something to divert his attention. He said, "It's bandaged. Do you want to turn on the camera?"

Song Qiaoyang tried his best to remain calm, but his red ears gave him away.

At this moment, he took off his shirt, and the white gauze was wrapped around his waist, revealing his beautiful muscle lines.

He was very nervous, his collarbone was taut and his Adam's apple rolled up and down frequently. This kind of battle-damaged makeup made him look more lovable.

Gu Ling hooked a finger around the shirt he had taken off earlier and placed it in front of him: "Put on your clothes."

[I’m going to make a scene, I really am going to make a scene]

[Okay, okay, I'll take it off for you alone, right?]

[Just listening to the sound seems to be more exciting, and I can instantly imagine a million-word novel]

[The one in front, don’t imagine it, write it down and show it to me]

Song Qiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. When he was buttoning the last two buttons, Gu Ling pinched his wrist and said, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" He looked at me with a puzzled look.

Gu Ling's eyes paused on his face. He had originally intended to let him give some benefits to the audience, but...

Alas, forget it.

"It's okay, just continue." Gu Ling let go of his hand and turned around to take off the pillowcase covering the camera.

After finally getting a picture, the barrage of comments started coming in at a rapid speed, with all kinds of dirty talk and underwear flying around.

[What's the point of being neatly dressed? The feeling of being embarrassed has taken root in my mind.]

[The ears are so red, I have reason to suspect that these two just did something unspeakable]

Gu Ling packed up the medicine box and began to order them to leave: "The wound has been bandaged, you can go back. Miss Shen is probably still looking for you."

Song Qiaoyang should indeed go find Shen Qingyi at this time, but he didn't want to leave so soon.

"The wound hurts and I can't walk."

Probably because he rarely says things that show weakness, his tone was a little stiff.

Gu Ling sat on the chair, his white coat slightly opened, with a half-smile on his face: "Why? Are you relying on me?"

Once you say the first sentence of weakness, the rest will be easy.

"Doctor, I am your patient." He lowered his eyes slightly, his pale makeup and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes added to his broken beauty. He said, "Shouldn't you be responsible for me?"

A responsible doctor should be responsible to her patients to the end.