Li Jingtai picked up the poster very naturally, without even a pause.
After picking it up, he carefully dusted it off and put it back into the folder, looking like he cherished it very much.
"I just went to the bookstore. I usually buy a magazine or poster with you on the cover from the door. I want to know more about you."
"Yeah?"
For some reason, Su Qiao thought of the advertising poster he made for a pajamas brand that appeared at the crime scene.
"Then why are you carrying a folder when you come out to the park?"
Li Jingtai opened the folder and showed her some of the contents recorded in it, then said with a smile:
"Sometimes when I encounter a bottleneck, I will come to the park to sit. I am used to carrying a pen and a folder with me, which helps me to record some ideas at any time."
"It's really not easy to be a writer." Su Qiao sighed.
“Nothing will be easy.”
Li Jingtai smiled tolerantly. When Su Qiao was about to start the car, he suddenly frowned and said, "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Su Qiao turned and looked at him in confusion.
Li Jingtai put the folder aside, bent down, reached out and carefully lifted her feet.
He took off her flat-heeled leather shoes and put her feet on his knees: "The skin on the heels and little toes is all rubbed off."
"It's okay." This injury is nothing.
Su Qiao retracted his feet and prepared to drive home.
Li Jingtai frowned and reached out to stop her: "How can it be okay?"
"The skin has been rubbed off, it must be very painful, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter, so it is easy to get inflamed."
"Don't you love beauty? Aren't you afraid of leaving scars?"
"No." With her physical condition, this minor injury will heal quickly and will not leave any scars at all.
Li Jingtai was a little angry. He pushed the door, got out of the car, and walked to the driver's seat.
"You sit over there, I'll drive. I have some anti-inflammatory medicine at home, I'll take care of it when I get back."
"Okay!"
Regardless of whether he really cared or was pretending to care at this moment, Su Qiao was still very happy that he did this.
As Li Jingtai started the car, he suggested again: "Why don't you just stop doing it? I can support you."
Su Qiao decisively refused: "No, women must be independent, otherwise men will be lost, and this is my hobby."
She, Su Qiao, has never retreated without a fight.
The more difficult it is, the more she will face it head-on.
What's more, this is just the beginning, there is no need to work too hard, you can succeed with just a little effort, there is no reason to give up halfway.
Li Jingtai looked at her helplessly: "Why are you so stubborn?"
"Other girls want to live a comfortable life with someone to support them, but you would rather work hard and fight for yourself."
Su Qiao glanced at him disapprovingly: "You also said that it was another girl."
If she was greedy for pleasure, would she still be here
I don’t know how tall the grass on the grave has grown.
"You... you really... really make me love and hate you." Li Jingtai looked at her domineering way of speaking, and there was a hint of real expression on his face.
"hatred?"
Su Qiao frowned and looked at him suspiciously: "Do you hate me?"
She had every right to wonder what this guy was hinting at.
In fact, she really wanted to force this guy to confess, but she also knew that he would not say it easily.
While driving, Li Jingtai reached out and touched her head, saying distressedly: "I hate that you are disobedient, that you don't want to live a comfortable life at home, but insist on running out to suffer and get hurt."