Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 103 Save Her
Lin Xiao frantically took out his mobile phone, but someone snatched it away.

He Zhaozhi grabbed Lin Xiao's skirt suddenly, his gloomy eyes were like thunderstorms, making people dare not look directly at him.

"If I can get through to her, do I still need you? Trash—"

He Zhaozhi rushed to Zhou Qu angrily, "Call someone to put out the fire, find someone!"

"Mr. He, Mr. He!"

Not far away, He Xiaoya stumbled over, with two lines of clear tears streaming down her blackened face.

"Sister Lan just said to go to the bathroom, but she hasn't come back. I don't know if she was trapped in the bathroom on the second floor. Mr. He, go and save her, you must save her!"

He Zhaozhi's expression changed instantly, "Are you sure she hasn't come back? I know, I'll go in now!"

Without looking back, He Chaozhi rushed into the burning Junhua Hotel.

Zhou Qu was always calm, but now he was scared to death by He Zhaozhi's astonishing action, "Mr. He, Mr. He, come out quickly!"

But He Chaozhi's figure disappeared into the fire scene in an instant.

Zhou Qu took a deep breath and yelled at the bodyguard behind him, "Hurry up and get someone to put out the fire, follow me in and protect Mr. He!!"

He Chaozhi rushed into the fire scene, saw that there was still water in the bucket in the corner, and splashed it on his body.

The cold water wets the eyelashes along the forehead hair, which insulates the absolute heat of the fire, but still feels like being roasted.

He Zhaozhi didn't care much, and ran directly to the second floor.

He was a man, and he was so hot that he couldn't stand it when he first came in.

Thinking of Song Lan's thin body and white skin, she is so delicate and delicate, if she is really trapped inside, how can she stand the fire?
Thinking of this, He Zhaozhi's steps became faster and more fierce.

"Song Lan, where are you, Song Lan?"

He Zhaozhi covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth, and searched from room to room.

The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, and the corridor is full of burning fireballs.

The burning cabinet next to it was in danger and might fall down at any time. Once it fell down, the way out would be cut off.

Both of those people could have been trapped to death inside.

He Zhaozhi frowned, and resolutely stepped over.

"Song Lan, answer me, where are you, Song Lan—"

"Cough, cough, cough... is there anyone, is there anyone?"

In the women's toilet at the end, there was a woman's faint panting and cries for help.

He Zhaozhi rushed to the door and slammed the iron door that had been baked like iron, "Song Lan, are you inside?"

"He Zhaozhi?"

The woman behind the door was stunned for a few seconds, then her voice suddenly raised, "He Chaozhi, are you here to save me? I'm Song Lan. I'm trapped inside. The door can't be opened!"

He Zhaozhi confirmed that the woman inside was Song Lan, and looked decisively at the doorknob.

Somebody didn't know who actually locked the toilet door with an iron lock, and it couldn't be opened without the key.

The fire behind him turned out to be bigger, and the sweat on He Zhaozhi's head became more and more intense.

Without any further hesitation, he decisively raised his foot and kicked towards the iron gate.

"Wait, I'm here to save you!"

boom!
Boom!

The iron gate collapsed suddenly, and she curled up in the corner. Song Lan, who was drenched all over, raised her head tremblingly. When she saw the tall figure rushing in from outside the gate, her eyes were instantly moist.

"He Zhaozhi..."

"Song Lan!"

He Zhaozhi picked her up horizontally, hugged her tightly in his arms and comforted, "It's okay, I'm here to save you, don't be afraid."

He saw the water stains all over the floor and the bucket, and the corner of his mouth twitched happily.

Fortunately, this woman is not stupid.

Had he been trapped in the box, he would have been burnt to ashes.

Fortunately, it is in a place with water source, the luckiest of misfortunes...

He Zhaozhi ran out of the bathroom with Song Lan in his arms. When he passed the corridor, the burning cabinet in the corner shook and suddenly collapsed.

"He Chaozhi, be careful!" Song Lan screamed, watching the cabinet fall on He Chaozhi.

He Zhaozhi gritted his teeth and snorted, and pushed Song Lan forward decisively.

His left arm was severely smashed by the cabinet.

"He Chaozhi, He Chaozhi, are you okay!?"

Song Lan got up trembling, and rushed towards He Chaozhi.

The man's expensive windbreaker had been burnt to pieces, and hoarse panting flowed from his throat.

He Zhaozhi took a breath, "It's fine."

He hid his injured left hand behind his back, put his other arm around Song Lan, and strode out.

"Song Lan, next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't worry about me when you run away."

"……why?"

"If you die too, I will feel bad."

A few hours later, the hospital.

Song Lan sat in front of the hospital bed, her small face was blackened, and a few hairs from the fire were messy and curly.

She clasped her hands together as if she was praying, and looked at the man with a bandaged left hand on the hospital bed with wet corners of her eyes.

"He Zhaozhi, why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

He Zhaozhi had just been injected with painkillers. Except for his pale face and the inability to move his left arm, everything was as usual.

"I'll tell you what to do, I'll make you worry for nothing." He Zhaozhi said calmly, "It's fine if you come out alive, and your arm isn't broken, it's pretty good."

After He Chaozhi was smashed, Song Lan dragged him to the stairs, met Zhou Qu and others who came in for rescue, and sent them to the hospital in time.

Song Lan just inhaled some smoke and dust, it's not a serious problem.

He Zhaozhi was miserable, his left hand was broken, and his slender hand was bandaged, so it couldn't be seen anymore.

If it wasn't for He Chaozhi's injury, Song Lan really wanted to punch him.

"Can't you soften your mouth a little?"

He Zhaozhi: "I can't."

"I, He Chaozhi, don't have the word submissive in my dictionary."

Song Lan was so angry that her chest hurt.

After a while, Zhou Qu came in with the results of the investigation.

"Mr. He, Ms. Song." Zhou Qu bowed and handed over the document, "We have investigated the cause of the arson. Offi Magazine deliberately set the fire after locking Ms. Song in the bathroom in order to retaliate against Ms. Song for suing them. , almost caused a tragedy, I have sued them and filed a case."

The police will then apprehend the arsonist.

Song Lan's expression froze when he heard that Offi Magazine had done this.

"I just thought they were despicable and nasty, but I didn't expect them to be so ruthless. In order to get rid of me, they actually wanted to kill me."

Song Lan took a deep breath, feeling a little sorry for He Chaozhi.

He Chaozhi broke his hand this time, all because of himself.

"He Zhaozhi, I..."

"Stop apologizing, it's not your fault." He Zhaozhi cut her off.

Song Lan was grateful in her heart, and knew that the police would take over the matter so she didn't have to worry about it.

She stayed in the hospital to take care of He Zhaozhi for a few days, one day He Zhaozhi was resting, and Song Lan went out to fetch water.

A middle-aged man who looked like a secretary stopped her in the corridor.

"Are you Miss Song Lansong?" The other party asked with a smile.

"I am, are you?"

"It was Mr. He who asked me to come to you. Mr. He said that he wanted you to go home and wanted to ask you a few words." The secretary smiled.

(End of this chapter)