Song Wanqiao waited on the mottled wall for a while, and found that the person lying on the ground was still motionless, but when the police asked him just now, he clearly said that he was fine. He looked at him meaningfully, and finally, he couldn't help but stretch out his toe and kick his calf, "Are you okay?" ”

If he said that something was wrong, Song Wanqiao felt that he could help him dial 120 as a classmate, and by the way, assist the doctor to carry him on a stretcher.

"Let me lie down for a few more minutes." The big bear had his eyes nailed to his sockets like a dead fish, his eyes bloodless, and until now, he could still feel his heart pounding, but not as often as it had just been.

The switch in his brain seems to be broken, and he keeps playing the previous scene, which is too thrilling and exciting, and he will encounter a plot on TV in his lifetime, and he must record tonight's encounter in the history of the Xiong family and tell it to his children and grandchildren.

Of course, in the process of dissemination, vigorously exaggerating his bravery and fearlessness, and acting bravely is the most important purpose.

After poking and poking to calm down the various mixed thoughts in his heart for a while, he raised one arm and raised it in the air, "Let's go, pull me, I can't get up." ”

In the middle of the night, his arm was not pulled up as expected, but only the cool breeze rushing in from the alley swept across his blue and red cheeks.

He propped up half of his body, with one hand as the fulcrum, and got up with difficulty and slowly, and there was no figure in front of him. The moonlight fell faintly on the silent alley, and everything around seemed even more lonely.

His whole body exploded, and he cursed in a low voice, "Song Wanqiao, fuck your uncle!" Then he walked away with his injured waist in his arms.

Jiang Lige anxiously paced back and forth on the smooth marble floor, the impetuousness in his heart was like an overflowing soap bubble, and he couldn't suppress it.

The confined space made her breathless, she ran to the window, and opened the curtains with a "bang", unlike the lights of the metropolis, at this moment everything was silent, everywhere was dim, as if quiet and harmonious, without any danger.

Seeing nothing going on, she closed the curtains again and walked to the door and kicked the dark red security door a few times, like a naughty child doing pranks willfully, as if this could relieve the inner turmoil.

The force was so strong that she didn't even hear the sound of the key turning.

The door opened, her right foot froze in mid-air, and when she saw Song Wanqiao, her first reaction was to grab his sleeve and check it up and down, "Are you okay?" ”

Song Wanqiao shook her head.

"What about them?" Jiang Lige asked again.

Song Wanqiao didn't answer, just held back a smile, the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow arc, and looked at her condescendingly. Fang just listened to the movement in the house outside the door for a while, and he thought that the house was robbed, it turned out that this person was doing nonsense on the door of his house, really like a Monkey King, and jumped up and down when he provoked her.

"What about you, are you stupid?"

Jiang Lige pushed him impatiently, and as soon as her hand touched his arm, the whole person was caught off guard and picked up, her eyes widened in disbelief, and something seemed to explode in her mind, like a huge mushroom cloud rising after the explosion of an atomic bomb.

His body carried the coolness of Qinghui, a little iceman, but his chest transmitted a steady stream of warmth, and Jiang Lige's cheeks were red, which made her heart beat suddenly.

His arms were strong and powerful, but when he hugged her, they were extremely soft.

When she was about to walk to the sofa, Jiang Lige's thoughts finally drifted from the clouds to the solid soil, and she slapped Song Wanqiao's arm vigorously, "What are you doing?" ”

Song Wanqiao ignored her, took a few more steps, and put her on the soft sofa. He lowered his eyes, shifted his gaze to her feet, and lightly opened his thin lips, "Does it hurt?" ”

Jiang Lige shrank his feet embarrassedly, twisted his head elsewhere, and didn't dare to look at him, but his mouth was unforgiving, "Do you care if I hurt?" ”

Thinking that Song Wanqiao locked her in the house alone, she was angry.

Who knows that the person in front of her corrects her mistakes seriously.

"You're mistaken, I'm asking for the door."

"Are you ......" Jiang Lige looked at him with wide eyes like a hedgehog that had been provoked, and at the same time grabbed the paper on the coffee table and threw it to him, impartially, and smashed it on Song Wanqiao's chest.

Song Wanqiao caught it quickly, and couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Lige looked at his underwhelming appearance, and all the grievances poured out with tears, like beads with broken threads, scattered and scattered.

Song Wanqiao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "What's wrong?" "I'm just joking, so I won't make her cry! He suddenly felt a little at a loss, and even he didn't know what was going on, so he made such a childish move to tease her. He felt that he might be stunned, or poisoned.

"My feet hurt!" Jiang Lige glanced at him viciously, took the piece of paper, and snatched the whole package of paper, and returned his heart to its original place, fortunately Song Wanqiao was fine, she was very afraid that something would happen to him, she was very scared at that time, and she rushed to the doctor, and she didn't think that looking for him would put him in danger.

After a while, Jiang Lige wiped away her tears, went to the bathroom and washed her face. Song Wanqiao lifted the schoolbag she put on the table and hung it on her chest, looked at the clean and clear face and said, "Let's go, I'll send you home." ”

"Where's the big bear?"

"I don't know."

"How could you not know, didn't you see him?"

"No, I guess I'm home." Song Wanqiao knelt down on one knee, "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

Jiang Lige brushed her face and blushed, like the sunset dyed half of the sky, she hurriedly waved her hand, "No, I can ...... it myself"

"Hurry up, squatting is tired."

Song Wanqiao urged her, but Jiang Lige still didn't move, asking her to lie on Song Wanqiao's back, it was better to kill her, it was too embarrassing. Don't look at her usually looks bold, likes to shout, and occasionally is a little violent, but this kind of thing, forgive her for being thin-skinned, she really can't do it.

"I've touched everything, are you still afraid to borrow it?"

Damn, Jiang Lige's heart is galloping, she is speechless, how can Song Wanqiao say such shameless words, yes, shameless! The flush on her face suddenly spread to her ears and neck like a source of infection.

Seeing her grinding and chirping, Song Wanqiao stood up directly and half-squatted, wrapped her two arms around her neck, and supported her leg sockets with her big palms, the whole process went smoothly, and Jiang Lige was not given a chance to prepare at all.

"Song Wanqiao, you ...... Ah......h

Song Wanqiao had a smile on the corner of her lips, and when she walked outside the door, she returned to an indifferent expression and reminded the person on her back, "Close the door." ”

Jiang Lige was helpless, took a deep breath, just memorize it, there are free transportation tools, why not? She raised her hand and slammed the door shut.