She really wanted to say good night to Xia, don't cry, but she couldn't open her mouth.

She also wants to say again, the reason why the baby is called Mu Xi is that the mountains have wood and branches, and the heart is happy.

She also wanted to see the man again, and even though he was going to get married in a short time, she still wanted to see him......

Sure enough, she said something about taking the baby on a blind date, but she still couldn't let go of him in her heart...... I can't let go until I die.

Xia Wan'an obviously felt that Song Youman's strength in holding her hand was slowly decreasing, until finally, when she completely released her fingertips, she felt as if someone had smashed a stick on the head, her brain was blank, and even tears were forgotten.

After a long while, she whispered, "There are vines? ”

What responded to her was quiet, the kind of silence that made her panic for no reason.

"Vines? Got vines? She kept shouting, and she kept shouting, and she didn't know how many times she had shouted, until at last all that came out of her mouth was a whimpering cry.

She could feel Song Youman's breathing, and she could also feel Song Youman's heartbeat, but she was afraid, afraid...... Song Youman closed his eyes, and she and she would never see each other again.

"Hello? Feed! Hey—"

Suddenly, a very low voice came into Xia Goodnight's ears.

She looked left and right, the dilapidated walls, the small windows, no one existed at all, she thought she had heard it wrong, and lowered her head again with red eyes, but this time her eyes hadn't fallen on Song Youman's face, and the voice sounded again: "Hey, hey, it's ...... above."

Xia Wanye subconsciously raised her head, and when she saw Han Zhijin's handsome face lying on the roof that was not built, her eyes lit up: "Han ......"

Before she could say the word, Han Zhijin on the roof made a shushing gesture at her.

Xia Wan'an knew what he meant, it was to tell her not to alarm those people outside, she quickly shut up, and then Han Zhijin stretched out his hand, pointed to the wall in front of him, and said with his mouth: "There are several people, I can't beat ......"

Good night Xia: "......" is so reasonable that it can't be beaten.

But now at this time, it is not the time to dislike Han Zhijin's weak chicken, Xia Wan'an quickly pointed to Song Youman, who had fallen into a coma, and used messy body language to tell Han Zhijin to hurry up and find a way to save people.

I don't know if Han Zhijin understood her self-created sign language, nodded at her, and then quickly dropped a quilt cover, and the corners of the quilt were tied to strips of cloth torn from the same sheet.

"This is my newly bought four-piece set, the express ...... I just picked up," Han Zhijin, who was lying on it, explained to Xia Goodnight with his mouth.

Xia Wan'an ignored Han Zhijin, and with the strength of breastfeeding, Song Youman carefully placed Song Youman on the sheet, and then pulled the sheet next to him, and after making sure that it was very firm, he nodded at Han Zhijin.

Han Zhijin mentioned above, Xia Wanhao dragged below, fortunately, during the whole process of Song Youman's pregnancy, he paid attention to his diet, his weight was very light, and the factory was not very tall, and soon Han Zhijin's hand grabbed Song Youman's arm, and then circled her back and hugged her half-supported and half-hugged her to the roof.

Compared with Song Youman, the sober Xia Goodnight, with the strength of Han Zhijin to lift up, it was easy to climb to the roof.

It's just that when the three of them were about to slip off the roof, a voice came from below: "Oh no, those two women have escaped!" ”