My little puppy is sick

Chapter 27 My Dear Blue Friend 7
After Song Heng finished his meal, he sat at the table and landed on the phone screen with his calloused fingers.

What should he answer.

Song Heng bit his lip.

He lowered his head and nodded with his fingertips.

Song Heng: [Well, what about the money for the broken ice blue? 】

Sitting in the classroom and listening to the professor's lecture on the podium, Qi Yan, who was drowsy, burst out laughing when she saw the news.

Fortunately, the professor didn't hear her because she was sitting in the back.

She used to like to sit in the first three rows, so she could hear the lectures clearly and see the blackboard better.

As for why they all sit back these days.

Oh, because Yu Xianya has been chatting with He Zhao.

Oh, woman.

She lowered her head, her long hair was hanging down, the hair was black and shiny, many of them were very smooth, it looked like it was the master of long-term maintenance.

His slender, fair fingers tapped the screen.

Qi Yan: [0.25]

Seeing it, Song Heng was a little puzzled and typed a few words.

Qi Yan: [Are you wondering why it's so cheap, because I allow you to love me, it doesn't need to be too expensive, 025 is just right. 】

025.

you love Me.

Song Heng's cheeks were hot, but fortunately his face was dark and he couldn't tell.

He lowered his head, spooning the food in big mouthfuls.

Today's dish is really delicious.

Song Heng raised his head suddenly, picked up his phone and deleted the message he was going to send, and said something out of embarrassment.

Song Heng: 【You are a girl, why do you talk like this! 】

Like this, shameless.
And made him ashamed.

Qi Yan replied quickly: [I'm a girl from every family, why do you talk like this? 】

Qi Yan: [Because it's you, Brother Song Heng~~]

When Song Heng saw the last tilde, he completely broke his defenses. He lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, stuffing his cheeks.

Looking closely at his hand holding the spoon trembling, I don't know if it was caused by the cold in winter or what.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, and a few grains of rice fell on the table.

He took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the table clean.

Song Heng made a fist and placed it near his lips. He bit his lips, but he didn't stop the overflowing smile.

Then he clicked on Qi Yan's circle of friends.

——September 11.

Thanks to the woman who gave birth to me and loved me in this life, the one I love the most in this life.

With a picture of Jiugongge.

She is a girl who loves her mother very much, Song Heng thought so.

——September 11.

This is the first time in my life, and I will never allow it again. Xiaoxue has no snow, only billowing smoke and fierce fire.

The accompanying picture is a picture of a villain on the phone, and the text inside is: Hey, 119, I'm on the top of xx building now, I'm so scared, it's so hot here.

Song Heng remembered the day of the fire. In fact, a few days ago, he remembered when Qi Yan was rescued by him. At first, his impression was very faint, but he remembered more and more clearly.

It was the stairwell on the eighteenth floor. He looked up and saw a girl sitting against the wall. She looked very thin and listless, and she carried no weight on her shoulders.

He gave the girl the oxygen mask and quickly fled with her on his back.

At that time, he only had one thought, that is, hurry up, hurry up, don't let a young and fresh life leave.

He did it.

That girl is still alive and well in this world.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking of my big and small tasks over the years, it's okay if they don't endanger their lives, but if they endanger their lives, they will find that, in fact, life is really fragile.

Water can drown people; fire can burn people; earthquakes can bury people; car accidents can hurt people.
And what their rescuers can do is to stop the damage in time when the person is not injured or injured.

In fact, it is not [-]% rescue.

(End of this chapter)