Ji Shishi used facts to tell her who Jiang Shuohan belongs to, and what qualifications does she, a nameless and shareless person, have?

The words are still in her ears, but the picture is also vivid, whether it was the sweet lie that deceived her, or her own innocence in a trance.

She fell into a state of self-hypnosis, unable to extricate herself, replaying the image in her mind over and over again, hoping to erase the image from her memory, but it seemed to become clearer and clearer.

Meng Bao'er didn't hear any unusual movement outside at this time.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, when suddenly the hotel's alarm went off and was thrilling, that she was pulled back from her ethereal thoughts.

She listened carefully to the movement outside, and in addition to the shrill beeping siren, there was a very clear sound of the announcement.

"Please be careful! A fire is found in the hotel! Please leave through the exit as soon as possible, and do not take the elevator!"

"Please be careful! A fire is found in the hotel! Please leave through the exit as soon as possible, and do not take the elevator!"

The sound of the alarm loops over and over again, making people feel calm.

Meng Baoer guessed that such a hotel must have perfect fire prevention measures, and such a 'fire' may only be caused by a small cigarette, and someone will soon solve it.

To say that there is danger may just be a misunderstanding.

So she didn't rush to escape, but still sat on the bed blankly.

However, a moment later, Meng Bao'er suddenly smelled burning, and when she looked at the crack in the door, there was smoke coming in.

It was only then that she really realized the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door, and looked for a safe exit.

When she came out, she found that the smoke seemed to be coming from the next room.

And inside the door, there was a shout of "help".

After hearing it clearly, I was shocked to realize that the voice was actually that of a small mango.

She didn't understand why Little Mango wasn't in the same room with her, and why the room was on fire.

But she didn't have time to trace the source, she just wanted to save the little mango from the house.

She shook the doorknob with her hand and tried to open it, while the other shouted for little mango not to be afraid.

This was the second time they had encountered a fire, but this time she was not with Little Mango.

Anxious, she couldn't open the door even if she tried her best, but if she went to find someone to get the key now, the fire would quickly engulf the little mango.

She kept shouting to teach Little Mango to come out and open the door, but Little Mango's voice became smaller and quieter, and slowly she almost heard the little cry of help.

There was no way, Meng Bao'er could only fight with her life, trying to smash the door open with all her strength, helpless She hit it with her body again and again, but the door did not move.

For a moment the crack in the door was surrounded by flames, and she almost despaired at the sight of the flames coming out.

"Little Mango!"

"Little Mango!"

"How are you, answer Mom!"

Heartbroken, Meng Bao'er slammed into the door again as the fire scorched the door.

Finally!

The door was slammed open, and a scorching wave came over her face, forcing Meng Bao'er back half a step.

But she didn't dare to hesitate, and rushed towards the house without hesitation.

The moment she stepped through the fire door, the corners of her clothes were already on fire, but she completely ignored her burning clothes and continued to rush towards the house in a desperate manner.

At this time, the room was in a mess, and it seemed that there was no way out.

At her feet lay a fallen wine cabinet, with shards of glass scattered around it, and the liquid on the shards ignited and burst into flames on the carpet.

Her first reaction was that the fire must not be an accident.

The moment she entered the house, she smelled a strong smell of gasoline, and if it wasn't for the artificial spilling of gasoline, how could she smell gasoline in such a high-end hotel?

Meng Bao'er didn't have time to explore the truth, so she quickly searched for the figure of the little mango in the house.

Soon she saw the little mango, but that kind of picture made her dare not look at it directly.

Just one glance made her never forget.

"Little Mango!"

She cried out in pain, her voice choked and trembled, but she used all her strength to raise her voice.

The little mango was already surrounded by flames at this time, and his small body fell to the ground, constantly twitching in the fire.

Her hair and small face were twisted by the burning, and the whole appearance made Mont Boer feel terrified.

That fear is not because of a change in appearance, but because of the fear of fate.

She should have seen through life and death, but under the arrangement of fate, she felt that she was so powerless.

She couldn't accept that God had let a four-year-old accept such a fate.

The short-term fear made her more determined to protect the little mango.

She didn't dare to linger any longer, and jumped over the fire.

At this moment, she just wanted to put out the fire on the little mango.

Whatever it will do for her.

By the time she tumbled and pounced on the little mango, her clothes were on fire.

She pressed the little mango under her and struggled to extinguish the fire on the little mango with her body.

It's just that no matter what she does, the fire still burns stubbornly, and it won't stop because of her movements.

I've tried countless times, but there's still no way to save the person she wants to save.

In the end, she gave up the struggle and held the little mango tightly in her arms, completely unaware of the burning pain in her body.

She wanted to cry, but in this merciless fire, not even a single tear could be shed.

"Little Mango!"

Her last cry was bitter, sad, and heart-wrenching.

Soon the fire engulfed her, but she still held the little mango tightly in her arms, using her last strength to protect her child.

It wasn't until her hair burned and her eyes burned that she finally lost consciousness.

Such a death seemed to come too slowly, making her feel that she had not been waiting for a long time, as if time had stood still.

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Three hours later, the fire was brought under control, and the upper and lower floors of the room where Little Mango lived were all burned down.

It took five fire trucks to extinguish the fire.

When Chen Yihao heard the news and felt that the fire scene, the entire hotel had been sealed, and he begged the fire commander at the door to let him in, but he was stopped at the door.

He kept telling the firefighters outside the cordon, "There are still people inside, go in and save them." ”

But that kind of entrustment seems very weak.

He regretted it so much that he couldn't help himself, he didn't expect his father to lie to him, and he was deceived like this.

He thought he could protect their mother and daughter, but he didn't expect that he himself sent them to the crematorium.

If he had taken the two of them away from the damn hotel, none of this would have happened.

Chen Yihao's endless self-blame, wishing that it was himself in the fire.

Since his mother left, he has only felt maternal love in Meng Bao'er, although that love is not for him, but he has long been immersed in that kind of love, and he can't get out.

Perhaps out of love, he wanted to live like this for the rest of his life, never leaving their mother and daughter.

But why is heaven so unfair, giving him a short period of happiness, but taking it away so ruthlessly.

He looked at the door of the hotel in grief until the body of the little mango was carried out.

"Are there any family members in room 1103?" the paramedics asked.

Chen Yihao immediately rushed over, but when he walked to the side of the stretcher, he didn't even dare to look at it.

There was only a small pile of bones undulating on the stretcher, and through the white cloth, you could tell that the person had been charred.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, but he clenched his fists and shouted.

"Ahh

The green tendons bulged up in his neck, and the knuckles of his fingers made a sound from the clenching.

But no matter how much he shouted, the little man on the stretcher would never get up again.

God is really unfair, why let a child go through such pain, what kind of evil did little mango do, so that he could have such a ruthless encounter?

Seeing that Chen Yihao was so excited, the ambulance staff hurriedly stepped forward to persuade and comfort: "Family, you calm down first, people can't be resurrected after death, you can't help like this, it's better to help the child take care of the aftermath quickly!"

Chen Yihao's eyes were red, he closed his eyes in pain, and then slowly opened them, and asked seemingly calmly, "Are there any other people in the room when you go in?"