The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

"Young master..."

The man next to him called out carefully. The second young master was in it. As long as they dug again, they could save the people. How could it stop at this time.

"It will collapse."

Fu Chen's mouth slowly spit out these three words, look at the outside one eye, this aftershock is not very big, but if the earthquake is too strong, here will collapse.

"We know."

We are already tired and paralyzed. We sit on the soil without talking to each other. If we have this time, we might as well have a good sleep.

About an hour later, news came from above that the second aftershock was two days later, and the place was temporarily safe.

At this time, everyone felt at ease and began to dig. The hole was widened quickly. Fu Chen put half of his body into it. When he saw his brother lying in the distance, his eyes were red, and he pulled the other party's leg and dragged him out.

"Send it out..."

His voice is a bit choked, even to look at each other's eyes, and continue to lean in the body, and then drag out Mo Yi and other people.

Song and September had been waiting at the entrance of the tunnel. Now he saw Fu Cai, whose body was covered with dust. He lost his voice and covered his mouth with his hands. It seemed that one second later, the scream would overflow through the two thin lips.

Fu Tsai

She followed the stretcher and saw the doctor prick needles and resuscitate the other side. She did not dare to speak. The other side was like a puff of smoke. It seemed that as soon as she opened her mouth, it would slowly dissipate.

"To Los Angeles."

Fu Jiangsheng saw his grandson's scarred appearance and frowned. He made this decision. The conditions of this place could not reach the level of saving each other's life. He could only risk sending people back to Los Angeles.

Several Fu's family members rushed to carry the stretcher and Fu Tsai onto the helicopter.

Song September followed him, relieved to see several other people carrying Mo Yi onto the helicopter.

Fu Tsai's face is mud, can only roughly see his appearance.

Song Jiujiu kneels on one side, takes out the paper towel carefully to wipe for him, soon saw the other side sleeping eyebrow.

She stretched out her finger and scraped it lightly. She didn't dare to explore his nose, for fear of touching a piece of cold.

The helicopter soon stopped at the Central Hospital in Los Angeles, and a group of doctors immediately gathered around and took the people to the rescue room.

Song Jiujiu's legs are a little soft. He is in a daze for a while. He stretches out his legs and rubs his knees. He is so sour and soft that he feels powerless

She stopped for a while, then slowly into the elevator, to the door of the rescue room, the three words, it seems to be in a ferocious mouth, to swallow her general.

She slowly sat down on the chair, and her face was dirty, but she didn't care. Her eyes looked at the door of the rescue room from the beginning to the end.

"Little moon!"

Xiao Qinge ran out of the elevator. These days, he has been dealing with the rest of the Xiao family's affairs. Zhuang Hong asked the dark sword to deal with the Xiao family castle's affairs. He has already responded to the superior's

in a few days, Zhuang Hong's judgment will come down.

"Are you all right?"

He had intended to rush to Changbai Mountain, but only halfway there, he heard the Fu family say that Fu Tsai had been rescued, so he came here.

Song Jiujiu nodded and leaned her back against the cold wall, which seemed to calm her down. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and slowly closed her eyes.

"Third brother Will he be all right? "

She is very uncertain, that kind of huge fear severely tormented her heart. She was so depressed and wanted to cry. If it was not for the baby in her stomach, she would have fainted so much that she would never wake up.

"It will be OK. I have already made an appointment for you next to me. You can lie down in it. I will convey the situation of Fu Zai to you. If you go to the scene for so many days, the child will certainly not be able to bear it. Now you have to take good care of yourself."

Song Jiujiu nodded, her stomach did occasionally spread a pain, she was pulled by Xiao Qinge, went to the next ward, lying down on it.

"You'll rest here. I'll tell you when you have news. Don't make a wild guess."

Xiao Qinge still does not trust her, has been telling.

Song September pursed her lips, and reflexively stretched out a hand to protect her stomach. She was thinking about some things in her mind. At last, she did not know whether she was too tired or how. She turned her head and slept in the past.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"That man can't do it!"

"Where's the director?! Call the director over! "

In the middle of the night, there was a lot of noise outside. Song Jiujiu was woken up in a daze. She turned her head and looked out the door. Through the small window, she found that many nurses wereIn a flurry of running, still holding the potion.

She sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and opened the door with stiff fingers. As soon as she opened it, she saw a corpse covered with white cloth

, pushed by nurses and walked into the elevator.

She felt chilly all over, and from time to time there was a wind blowing in the corridor. It was a young man in the next ward who seemed to be in his twenties and died of a sudden heart attack.

People are so fragile

She stayed at the door for a while, until the corridor was calm, she breathed out quietly and stepped forward to the rescue room at the end.

The third brother was sitting on the chair with his head tilted to one side. She seemed to have fallen asleep. She did not disturb each other and knew that she had brought him a lot of trouble.

The light in the rescue room was still on, and no one knew what was going on inside, because no one had come out of it.

After standing here for a while, she suddenly walked to the window next to her. The night in Los Angeles is really prosperous, full of lights, wine and money, but the noise there is in sharp contrast to the loneliness here. This is how the world is. There are several joys and several sorrows.

"Xiaoyue, it's going to be OK."

Behind him came the voice of the third brother, it seems that the other side just woke up.

Song Jiujiu nodded and leaned his forehead against the cold glass. The exhaled gas formed a water mist on the cold glass. At night, the city of Los Angeles was still cool.

"Go and rest."

Xiao Qinge beat a shiver, just so slowly said, the hospital is really cold, always feel gloomy.

"Thank you, third brother."

Song September gently said such a sentence, wrapped up the clothes on her shoulders, in xiaojiabao, she felt that kind of kinship, really warm heart.

"You are my sister. Well, don't talk about it. Go and have a rest."

Xiao Qinge himself is a little sleepy, but he knows that if no one is watching, his sister will definitely stand here.