Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Song wanwei panicked at once.

"How can we go downstairs?"

Ruan Tingchen pondered for a moment. The door of the room across from them was also pushed open. They looked back together. They looked like a young man in his early twenties. His hair was messy, his clothes were messy, his feet were vain, and he was dark now. At first glance, it was very late yesterday.

However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned and even scolded a dirty word, almost shouting: "what's going on here, what's going on!"

The only corridor leading downstairs was blocked by fire. The air in the corridor became more and more stuffy and hot, which made people's heart burn.

The whole villa was combustible. The fire burned very fast. Ruan Tingchen pushed song wanwei back into the room: "go in quickly."

After closing the door, although the fire could not be seen for the time being, the screams outside the window and the sound of burning wood with fire still echoed in Song wanwei's mind. She could hardly think.

While she was standing there, Ruan Tingchen had gone to the bedside, pulled down the curtain with his arm, and then took him to the bathroom. There was a sound of water inside.

Song wanwei just recovered. She also went to help and wet the curtains fully. Then they worked together to fill the door seams with curtain cloth soaked in cold water. Later, if the fire burns over, it can cool down.

"Do you want to wet the sheets too?" song wanwei asked.

"No," said Ruan Tingchen as he walked over to take out the sheets. "Twist the rope with the sheets."

Wen Yan, song wanwei also went to help.

Originally she was very flustered, but Ruan Tingchen didn't show any look of being in a desperate situation from beginning to end, and she unconsciously settled down. It seems that nothing can't be solved as long as Ruan Tingchen is around.

Pull the sheets into long strips and screw them together. They made a simple long rope, but the length was obviously not enough.

At this time, song wanwei regretted why they lived on the third floor.

"Your cell phone is ringing all night," said Ruan Tingchen.

Song wanwei regained her mind. It's time. Where can she care about her mobile phone?

But she was still distracted. It was Yan Qing who called.

She connected and asked, "Yan Qing, are you okay?"

Hearing song wanwei's words, Ruan Tingchen frowned without trace.

"Wan Wei!" Yan Qing's voice was very excited: "are you still in the house? I didn't see you outside!"

"Well, I'm still there." song wanwei was much calmer than she thought. She looked at Ruan Tingchen and felt more relieved: "but don't worry, Tingchen will take me out."

"The third floor has been burned half, you..." Yan Qing's voice choked a little: "it's all my fault. I shouldn't have arranged it for you on the third floor. I didn't expect... Wan Wei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Song wanwei sighed: "this is not the time to say this. No one thought this would happen. How can you blame you?" she asked again: "can you find a way to get a cushion? We made a rope from the bed sheet, but it is not long enough. We may jump from the second floor later."

"It's already being looked for." Yan Qing's voice is very heavy, and he still seems very sad: "I'm really sorry, Wan Wei, I hurt you."

Song wanwei is a little impatient. After all, she is in such a dangerous environment. Apologizing is the most useless word.

Before she could figure out what to say, Ruan Tingchen grabbed her mobile phone.

"If you really want her to survive, shut up now." with that, Ruan Tingchen hung up the phone and put it in the inner bag of his coat.

Song wanwei didn't say anything, but asked, "let's try to put the rope down now?"

"HMM." when he came to the window, Ruan Tingchen tied one end of the rope firmly to the leg of an ancient wooden table, and then stretched it. It was very firm.

Song wanwei glanced at the door: "what about the man next door?"

Ruan Tingchen frowned, walked quickly to the door, touched the door, shook his head and said, "the fire has burned to the door. He... Ask for more luck."

Song wanwei's heart was cold. She had an unspeakable feeling when she thought that a fresh life would disappear so close to them.

Ruan Tingchen had returned to the door and looked out: "Yan Qing has got a cushion."

Hearing the speech, song wanwei also looked out. Many people on the lawn were not well dressed. Although they couldn't see their expressions clearly, they could see that each of them was anxious from their actions.

Right under their window was a burnt mattress, which must have been rescued from the fire. Although it was simple, they did their best. This place is too biased. It's too late to contact the fire department. There are no villages and shops around. They can only rely on themselves.

"You go down first and I'll pull you up." Ruan Tingchen patted song wanwei on the shoulder and said, "don't panic. You must pull your hand firmly, but move as fast as possible, otherwise you won't have strength soon."

Song wanwei looks at Ruan Tingchen. They have been staying together just now. Song wanwei feels very relieved, but she realizes that now the two must be separated temporarily.

"I..." song wanwei didn't know what to say, but at this moment she was unwilling to leave Ruan Tingchen.

"Let's go." Ruan Tingchen didn't say much. He went directly to help song wanwei's waist and wanted her to move along the rope on the second floor.

"Wan Wei!" Yan Qing's voice came from below, obviously seeing them: "come down quickly, the cushion is ready, and I will follow you!"

Ruan Tingchen glanced downstairs and said to song wanwei, "go. Yan Qing is only pleasant at this time."

"Hello, Hello!"

Song wanwei clenched the rope made of bed sheets. As soon as she was about to move down, she heard a man's cry for help from the next door. The voice was very familiar. It should be the man they saw just now.

Although they couldn't see him, they could hear his voice, including those downstairs.

"Help me!" the man shouted, "the fire has burned to my door. The door is so hot that I can't get out!"

Someone shouted at him, "there is only one cushion here. Let them come down and pick you up again!"

"No, it's too late! I'm going down now!"

After the man roared, the people downstairs suddenly changed their faces. The people standing next to the mat suddenly began to pull the mat towards the man.

"Hey..." song wanwei opened her mouth and panicked.

Ruan Tingchen frowned and was just about to say something. Song wanwei stopped him: "it is estimated that he will jump regardless. Let him jump first. He has no rope and is more dangerous than us."