Being His Little Fox

"Crunch—" The car stopped abruptly.

He didn't plan to stop, because in the fire scene, life is counted by the second. You must know that in many fire scenes, many people ran out just a second.

The car stopped abruptly by himself, but when he stepped on the accelerator, he couldn't start it anymore.

Smoke billowed throughout the underground parking lot, and vision became blurred.

The woman in the co-pilot curled up into a ball, the sweat from her cheeks kept running down, her whole body trembling.

His eyes are deep, and his **** hurts... Maybe he didn't pay attention when he put her in the co-pilot.

In the next second, he collected his thoughts, this place cannot stay long.

Tang Si pulled the car door, walked around the car, and went to the co-pilot to hold Song Yi.

Song Yi was not in a coma, his consciousness was very vague, the arms in the fire scene were too hot, and the hug in the fire scene was not physical work?

In the ear, only the man's gasp was heard.

She subconsciously grasped Tang Si's arm tightly.

Tang Si froze for a while.

This is the... the feeling of being depended on, the woman in her arms is leaning against him, holding him, and snuggling him.

He pressed his lips lightly, and walked out with Song Yi in his arms.

Outside, there was a crowd of people and ambulances came.

When it was about to exit, there was a "boom".

The car they just got off exploded in the fire scene--

"Ah--" The people outside screamed in fright, and the scene was chaotic.

And Tang Si inside almost quickly protected Song Yi under his body, tightly.

She is like a delicate flower and needs someone to love her.

"Buzzing—" At this moment, Song Yi's not sober consciousness just became as if his mind had lost consciousness directly, buzzing.

She stared wide-eyed, and there was darkness, smoke, heat, and the weight on her...it was hard to breathe.

A strange feeling spread and spread layer by layer, this feeling forcefully wrapped her whole person.

"Bang, bang, bang—" a series of noises rang in my ears again.

"Three cars exploded, three cars exploded, and the remaining cars were safely driven out." Someone seemed to be reporting the situation.

Then came the sound of police sirens, fire extinguishing sounds, noisy... Song Yi tried hard to push away the man who was pressing on him: "You, how are you..."

The voice that has always been clear is dumb at the moment, even a little unpleasant.

But she couldn't use any strength, just to speak, she seemed to have exhausted her life's strength.

At this moment, her consciousness was trying to be highly alert and concentrated, forcibly preventing herself from fainting.

She knew this was the firefighter who rescued her. She didn't know each other, but she protected her like this. She even called someone else's name in the car...

"Cough, cough, cough--" She breathed in heavy smoke abruptly, coughing heavily, tears came out from the corners of her eyes, and she felt that her internal organs were about to be coughed up.

Song Yi moved the lips that were dry to the skin, wanting to shout for help, suddenly, a little heat flow across the lips.

She was taken aback for a moment, and tried to raise her hand to touch her lips, which was a sticky feeling, and then, one after another dripped on her face.

The smell of blood choked on the thick smoke and Song Yi felt that she was about to die here. He pressed her down, and she felt that she was almost out of breath.

The more reason is the kind of despair, obviously feeling that this life, bit by bit, passed on her, she was powerless.

"Help...Help..." Song Yi gritted his teeth, holding on to his consciousness, his voice was very weak: "Help...cough cough...Help..."

In the end, they all cried with despair.

This sound is too small in the noisy environment, even in a quiet environment, you have to listen carefully...

She doesn't want anyone to die because of her, not at all... She never believes in Buddha or God, but at this moment, please, don't let him sacrifice, OK? He still has his family waiting for him to go home, please...

If he is not dead, if she can live, she is willing to donate 10 country schools, 20 of them will do, as long as he doesn’t die...

Song Yi shouted helplessly in his heart, begging, wanting to have a **** and save him.

Suddenly, she felt the man on her move slightly.

The man exhausted his last bit of strength, rolled over, and fell off her.

With a plop, she lay beside her, with her arms crossed on her xiong.

Song Yi felt a lot lighter in an instant.

"Have you pressed... I'm sorry..."

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