The prince of Beijing circle is unattainable, and asks her to take responsibility at night

When Jiang Zhi rushed to the floor, the carpet in the corridor was already on fire.

The fire spread rapidly and the heat wave was so intense that it could almost devour a person. In an instant, Jiang Zhi's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling.

At that scene, she thought of her parents being burned to death.

"Is there anyone... cough cough cough, please save my child..." A woman's crying voice was heard from the door at the other end.

The woman's voice became weaker and weaker, until finally, it was completely inaudible.

Boom——!

The lock of the door was smashed open. Jiang Zhi smelled the strong smell of smoke and coughed uncomfortably.

At this moment, the woman grabbed her legs and said, "Please, save my daughter..."

Jiang Zhi picked up the girl on the ground and looked at the woman on the other side, "Can you still walk?"

"Ahem...okay."

Thick smoke billowed and the place circulated several times.

But when I got downstairs, the security door that was never closed all year round was now locked tightly, and choking smoke came in.

"Cough cough..." The middle-aged woman had almost no strength left. Her arms had been burned long ago. At this moment, she leaned weakly on the stairs on the side.

Jiang Zhi felt a burning pain in her arm, but at this moment, she held on, "Hold on, think about your daughter, she needs you very much."

The woman was choked by the thick smoke and couldn't speak. She looked at the tightly closed security door and said, "He doesn't want us to live... I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."

Jiang Zhi's face darkened, "We will definitely get out!"

……

When Jiang Zhi came out holding the child, the child had already fallen into a coma, and she was not in much better condition. Her clothes were dirty, and there was a burn on her arm, with blood still oozing out, but she seemed to be completely oblivious to it.

His face was covered in soot and his hair was a mess.

Too embarrassing.

The drizzling rain soaked her whole body and heart. The child in her arms was quickly taken away by rescuers. She stood there alone, looking at the woman on the other side, as if she saw her former self.

But this time, she was not the helpless self in her dream.

…She rescued them all.

"Miss, your arm is injured. Let me treat it for you."

Only then did Jiang Zhi notice her arm. The wound was not too big, and the blood on it was a little bright red. She nodded and followed the medical staff to the RV on the side.

After Jiang Zhi finished bandaging the wound and came out, he saw the woman on the other end hysterically beating the handcuffed man.

"You said you wanted to make a living, and I left home with you. I never complained about the hardship, but why did you treat me like this? Wenwen is your child too! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Just because she's a girl, you can be so cruel. What the hell is your heart made of..."

She just learned from the police that the fire today was related to the child's father, Tobacco.

The man's family has a patriarchal mentality. After knowing that his wife gave birth to a daughter, he has been dissatisfied. Just a few days ago, the man's mistress gave birth to a son. He was eager to get rid of his wife and daughter, so he came up with a bad idea.

He originally wanted to use the gas leak to poison them to death at home, but unfortunately, today was the girl's birthday.

She lit the candles to celebrate her birthday, and in a flash, she lit up the whole house...

She stared at the man on the other end who was kneeling on the ground, crying and slapping himself repeatedly.

"I did something wrong, I really know it was wrong!"

"I will never forgive you!"

got windy.

The wind blew across Jiang Zhi's arm, making it feel slightly cool, and her heart felt a little depressed, like a vine, winding tighter and tighter.

Her face began to turn pale.

Jiang Zhi clenched her fists to suppress the panic in her heart. The wind was a bit strong, blowing her hair. Her face was sometimes bright and sometimes hazy under the swaying light and shadow.

"Jiang Zhi!"

The deep voice was filled with worry, and I felt relieved the moment I saw the person.

His people said that Jiang Zhi did not come down from upstairs.

He immediately put down his work and rushed over. On the way, he saw the live news broadcast. The fire had spread throughout the entire floor. Even though the fire brigade was constantly putting out the fire, it still had not been extinguished.

But Jiang Zhi did not come out.

Shang Yanjing hugged her in his arms, and at this moment, his nerves finally relaxed.

"Go drive the car over here." The man said coldly to the person next to him.

in the car.

Shang Yanjing wrapped Jiang Zhi in a blanket and turned up the temperature.

"Take off your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Jiang Zhi's lips were pale, and her face was also very pale, as if she had a serious illness. All her strength was drained away, and she seemed unable to hear any other sounds.

"Want me to help you?"

Jiang Zhi leaned there, his body trembling uncontrollably, "Okay."

She didn't have much strength. She had seen it countless times anyway, so there was no need for Jiang Zhi to be pretentious.

The man's skeletal hand held her still trembling hand, his eyes solemn.

"Shang Yanjing..." Her body hadn't actually relaxed yet, her lips opening and closing, "I'm a little cold, hug me."

Hearing this, he stopped asking questions, wiped the water droplets on her face with his hand, and took off her clothes bit by bit.

The wet clothes were taken off, and Jiang Zhi's skin as white as porcelain came into Shang Yanjing's sight. The man's Adam's apple rolled, and the next second, Jiang Zhi took the initiative to lean over and kiss his lips.

"Don't move!" He pressed her head against his.

"You won't hug me? You won't kiss me either."

"hold on."

"Can't wait any longer."

She hugged him tightly, as if she was hugging a ray of light in the darkness. When she was fifteen, she tried her best to live for a long time, but she was trapped in the quagmire and could not struggle for a long time. Tonight, many thoughts touched upon the past, and she was a little scared.

The man suppressed the throbbing in his heart and held her in his arms. He took a towel from the side and wrapped her up. "Be good, sleep for a while, and I'll blow dry your hair when I get back."

"Shang Yanjing, why are you so nice to me?"

"If you think I'm good, just take the initiative to pledge yourself to me next time."

She was pressed under the pine scent that belonged only to men. It is always difficult to repay a debt of gratitude, but paying it off with body is clean and neat.

Suddenly, I saw a figure in front of the car out of the corner of my eye, and the figure quickly flashed past in the crowd.

Jiang Zhi frowned.

It’s He Min.

The man just now admitted to the arson, but he did not admit that he was the one who locked the corridor door.

Emergency passages like this are generally never locked.

She concentrated for a few seconds and then lowered her eyes.

He Min, it’s best if this matter has nothing to do with you.

Shang Yanjing took her to his residence.

Tonight, Jiang Zhi did not insist on leaving. When Shang Yanjing was giving her a bath again, he discovered the gauze on her arm.

Suddenly, his eyes became very deep.

She is such a delicate person, but now she doesn't even cry out in pain.

"Does it hurt?"

The burn marks on her arm were nothing compared to the ones on Shang Yanjing's back of his hand.

Jiang Zhi shook her head, staring at the back of his hand. She leaned over and kissed the mark on the back of his hand. Even though it had been so long, there was still a deep mark left. "There's a scar."

Shang Yanjing pulled her into his arms and asked, "Do you dislike me?"

"That day... you felt pain too, right?" At the moment of being burned, one does not feel any pain, but the whole skin is numb. It is when the bandage is being applied that one feels the stinging pain in the flesh.

The wound on Shang Yanjing's arm was deeper than the one on her arm. He must have been in great pain that day.

"Then comfort me and I won't feel any pain."

Jiang Zhi offered her red lips on her own initiative.

The room was filled with passion, and Shang Yanjing lifted Jiang Zhi's long hair.

He placed gentle kisses on her neck, and his slender fingers held Jiang Zhi's hand, overlapping each other, clasping their fingers tightly, and then pressed them into the inky sheets.

The phone rang suddenly.