Su Qiaoqiao clasped Leng Haochen's body tightly, like an octopus, and Leng Haochen couldn't shake it off.

"Haochen." Song Xingchen picked up the stick on the ground and hit Su Qiaoqiao: "Let him go, crazy woman." ”

But no matter how much pain she had in her body, Su Qiaoqiao didn't let go.

Su Qiaoqiao smiled solemnly: "It's useless, I will definitely pull you as a cushion when I die!" ”

Explosions had already sounded behind him, each time more and more intense, they didn't have time to waste any more, Leng Haochen decisively chose to let Song Xingchen live, so he let go of Song Xingchen's hand and pressed her shoulder: "Hurry up." ”

Song Xingchen's body trembled violently, he had already expected what Leng Haochen was going to do, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't ...... Haochen, don't! ”

However, Song Xingchen's words were all drowned out by the sound of explosions around him and the sound of wooden planks smashing to the ground.

"Let's go." Leng Haochen roared, and with all his strength, he pushed Song Xingchen into Qin Ran's arms, and he led everyone to run out desperately.

Song Xingchen felt as if his whole person was sinking to the bottom of the sea, desperately unable to grasp anything to rely on, only his body kept moving outward.

"Leng Haochen!" Song Xingchen's last shout was also shattered by the roaring explosion, and at this moment, she felt that her heart was also scattered with the explosion of the exploding oil tank.

The mottled houses collapsed with a bang, and soon most of them collapsed, becoming a city of fire, filled with the smell of death.

"Miss Song, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital as soon as possible. With tears on his face, Qin Ran supported Song Xingchen, who was ragged and gray.

Song Xingchen didn't seem to hear anything, just stared at the firelight in the distance, and could see that there were still broken walls, beams, and piles in the room.

In this case, even if the people inside were not burned to death by the fire or smoke, they were likely to be killed by falling objects......

Reality is so cruel.

"Qin Ran, let go of me." She said in a suppressed voice.

"Miss Song, the president has ordered, no matter what happens, you must be guaranteed your safety first, let's get out of here first." Qin Ran also endured great sorrow when he said these words.

The president treats him well, and he can't accept the fact that the president may have died in the fire.

With such a big explosion, the possibility of survival is almost zero, and even if Leng Haochen's remains have not been found yet, everyone thinks that Leng Haochen has been buried in the fire.

"I'm not leaving, Haochen is still inside." Song Xingchen's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and he shook his head with tears: "No, I'm going to save him, he needs me...... He needs me! ”

Saying that, Song Xingchen was about to rush into the sea of fire.

It's not that Qin Ran doesn't care about Leng Haochen, it's just that rushing in now is useless, and he will even take a few more lives.

"Miss Song, I know how uncomfortable you are now, but people can't be resurrected from death, and Leng will never allow us to watch you put yourself in danger again." Qin Ran tried his best to persuade Song Xingchen, and several of his subordinates also pulled her.

"No, I don't believe it! Leng Haochen won't leave me alone, he won't! Song Xingchen broke down and cried, screaming.

Leng Haochen has always surprised her, and this time must be no exception, she wants to find him, maybe he is waiting for her.

"Please be sober, people can't be resurrected after death, Miss Song, the little master still needs your care." Qin Ran saw that he couldn't persuade him, so he had to move out of Leng Yi'an.

Song Xingchen was stunned, she remembered that before going abroad, she promised to bring his father back safely.

She can't break her word!

"Qin Ran, if I can't come back, tell An An...... Mom and Dad went far away. Song Xingchen pushed away those who were holding her back: "Please help take care of him!" ”

After speaking, Song Xingchen directly took off the clothes that Qin Ran was holding, only wore a camisole, and rushed to the burning room without hesitation.

To be precise, it can't be regarded as a room anymore, because the walls and roofs have basically collapsed, and in the thick smoke, Song Xingchen covered his mouth and nose, and looked at it, the house was already a black charcoal ruin, but it was still on fire.

Song Xingchen dodged left and right to avoid being hit by falling objects.

"Leng Haochen......" Song Xingchen shouted Leng Haochen's name vigorously, praying to hear a response, despite the sound of the explosion still roaring in her ears, she kept rummaging through the ruins with her hands, and her hands had been burned with many wounds, but she didn't seem to feel pain.

"Leng Haochen, you must still be alive, you wait for me, please wait for me!" Song Xingchen shouted while searching, as if he was also accumulating strength for himself.

There were many wounds on her body, and she didn't know what kind of will she had used to support her until now.

In the process of Song Xingchen's search, Su Qiaoqiao's body was found under a pile of burning goods.

Su Qiaoqiao died.

Song Xingchen stared at the unrecognizable corpse of Su Qiaoqiao, without any expression, and said coldly: "There is more than innocent death." ”

What made her feel a little strange was that Su Qiaoqiao's body had multiple wounds that had been injured, and all the bones should have been broken, but it didn't look like they had been broken by a falling weight.

But after thinking about it, if Su Qiaoqiao and Leng Haochen had a fight, then he shouldn't lose, so is Leng Haochen more likely to survive?

With this assumption, Song Xingchen became more confident and continued to grope around.

However, the search was fruitless.

"Leng Haochen, where are you?" Just when Song Xingchen was almost desperate, she noticed the person lying in the corner, and most of the corners of her clothes exposed under the horizontal wood were burned, but it was familiar to her.

"Haochen ......" was so excited that Song Xingchen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly moved his steps and walked towards the corner.

But Song Xingchen's heart seemed to be hanging with a sword, she didn't dare to uncover the good or bad reality, she hesitated in her heart, but she didn't dare to slow down, Song Xingchen quickly ran to the body's side.

Flipping through a few fire shields in the corner, although the man lying in the middle had a black face and a lot of scars and blood stains on his body, she couldn't see his original appearance, but she still recognized this person as Leng Haochen at a glance.

It's just that his eyes are closed.

Although this corner is far from the door, it is relatively safe, and there are not many things to fall on.

And those fire shields don't look like they fell by themselves, but more like someone deliberately placed them to protect him in a safe corner to support them until now.

But where did these boards come from? With Leng Haochen's current situation, he shouldn't have the physical strength to move these boards, right?

These questions flashed through his mind, but Song Xingchen didn't have time to think about them.

What she is most concerned about is whether Leng Haochen is still alive.