Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

"... HMM." Ruan Tingchen's eyes were heavy and fierce.

He stood on the ground after song wanweila came back, and then went to the bathroom with the quilt. After wetting the quilt, he dragged it out. As soon as he was about to cover the door, he heard a loud bang, followed by a scorching heat wave, which knocked Ruan Tingchen down.

Song wanwei was also washed by the heat wave. For a moment, she struggled to run in the direction of Ruan Tingchen: "Tingchen!"

Although Ruan Tingchen was washed down, he was holding a soaked quilt, so he was not burned by the fire.

He gritted his teeth, clutching the quilt in one hand and taking song wanwei to the window in the other.

After the door was washed down, flames raged in the room.

Facing the rampant flame, song wanwei finally lost her previous surface calmness. Her tears came out at once. She didn't soberly realize that she might die here at any time.

"Tingchen, are you okay?" song wanwei wept and checked Ruan Tingchen to see if he was hurt.

"Nothing."

The two stood up holding each other. Song wanwei heard someone shouting her name downstairs.

"Wanwei, song wanwei!" Yan Qing almost screamed: "what happened!"

Song wanwei suppressed the panic in her heart and shouted to him, "the door was opened by fire. Let the next door be faster!"

The mattress had been completely removed, but the man next door didn't jump and shouted, "come here again, it can't catch me!"

Song wanwei was anxious, but she knew she could only wait at ease at this time.

But the fire didn't wait. It was too easy to burn the room through. Song wanwei began to feel difficult to breathe. Even if they were on the third floor, the people downstairs could see the flames in their room.

Yan Qing's eyes were full of blood and shouted at the man, "jump the fuck! If you want to die, others have to live!"

The man seemed to be startled. He slipped and turned directly out of the window, but he pulled the window on the second floor and still didn't fall.

"Pull closer, I'll die from here!" the man trembled.

"That's the second floor. You can't die even if you fall directly!" some of the onlookers couldn't see it and began to urge him.

Ruan Tingchen suddenly stood up, wrapped the soaked quilt around him, pulled song wanwei over, wrapped them tightly together with the quilt, then took back the rope and tied a knot around his waist.

Song wanwei was forced to stick closely with Ruan Tingchen, and her breathing was not smooth.

She trembled and said, "Tingchen, what are you going to do?"

"It's too late." Ruan Tingchen looked down at the height: "the quilt has some thickness..."

"No!" song wanwei stopped, "it'll be fine soon. Shall we wait? Even if we want to jump directly, we have to have a cushion."

"Wan Wei, why did you take the rope back? What are you doing!"

Song wanwei could not hear any outside voice, and her eyes were full of Ruan Tingchen's resolute look.

"Don't be afraid." Ruan Tingchen lowered his head and gently kissed song wanwei's forehead. Then he took her waist in one hand and stood on the windowsill with the window frame in the other hand. The wooden window frame under his feet creaked.

"Ruan Tingchen!" Yan Qing was almost crazy: "what do you want to do!"

And there came another exclamation. It turned out that the man finally fell from the second floor and reluctantly fell on the mat.

"Ouch!" the man shouted, "it hurts! It hurts all over! Am I broken?!"

People dare not move him for fear of causing secondary injury to the fractured person. No one is willing to bear this responsibility.

Yan Qing walked over and kicked the man away. The man rolled on the grass for several times and stood up angrily waiting for Yan Qing: "what are you doing!"

"Fracture?" Yan Qing looked at his no three no four standing posture and sneered, "I'll break you into a fracture. Remember that." then he shouted to the surrounding: "come and help move the cushion!"

They just woke up and went to move the mattress together. It's just that the mattress was drenched when putting out the fire, so it's very heavy to move. Several adult men have a lot of trouble to move.

Song wanwei was held by Ruan Tingchen and barely squatted on the windowsill. She didn't dare to look back at the room. She felt her hair was burning.

"Tingchen, we..." song wanwei said a few words in a trembling voice. Before she spoke, she was interrupted by Ruan Tingchen.

"Get ready and jump right away." Ruan Tingchen said, hugging song wanwei's arm for a few minutes.

"Well..."

They both stared at the mattress that was getting closer and closer. Everyone tried their best, but the time passed second by second.

Finally, when song wanwei felt that her hair had been lit, Ruan Tingchen whispered in her ear, "hold on to me." almost at the same time, song wanwei felt an earth shaking sense of weightlessness, and Ruan Tingchen jumped down from the third floor with herself.

In the process of falling, song wanwei almost lost consciousness and even recalled her life in her brain. There are many things she can't put down. The most pity is that she hasn't told Ruan Tingchen that his amnesia is not his fault.

The whole process seems very long, but it seems that it is only a few tenths of a second, shorter than a breath.

When she came back, song wanwei realized that she had landed, and she was conscious. There was no pain on her body.

She lay on her back and looked blankly at the people around her. Someone opened the rope tied to them and someone helped her up. Song wanwei didn't turn back until she stepped on the lawn.

"What about President Ruan? He seems to have fainted!"

In the noise, song wanwei's ears caught this sentence. She immediately looked down at Ruan Tingchen and found him lying pale on the mattress with her eyes closed.

Memories poured into the brain, and the surrounding sounds suddenly became clear.

Just now, Ruan Tingchen held her tightly, put himself at the bottom and became a human flesh cushion for her.

"Tingchen?" song wanwei shouted softly. Of course, no one heard.

She knelt directly on the mat and reached out to touch Ruan Tingchen's face: "Tingchen, wake up."

The surrounding discussion gradually quieted down. Everyone looked at Song wanwei and had their own thoughts.

Only Yan Qing squatted down and said to song wanwei, "wanwei, don't touch him now. He may have a fracture and can't move freely. The doctor will check the injured people at the wedding site and come later."

Song wanwei couldn't listen to anything. She looked at Ruan Tingchen's unconscious face and felt that her whole heart was soaked in boiling water. It was painful.

Yan Qing sighed and stopped talking.