Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 95
The car passed by a river in the city, and a group of people blocked the way.

I rolled down the window and asked the person next to me, "What happened?"

The man, with a nonchalant smile on his face, said, "A few teenagers were fighting here just now, and one of them just fell into the river, and the others ran away without a trace."

I asked, "Nobody came to save me?"

The man said: "Who is going to rescue? It's dark, the water here is deep and the current is fast. Maybe if people are not rescued, I will die unfortunately. Is it worth it? Besides, street gangsters like this are hard to learn. Just know how to fight, fight, and cause trouble all day—"

The road was blocked and I couldn't get through.

I got out of the car and squeezed to the front of the crowd to watch the excitement.

Stretching his neck to look into the embankment.At this time, the moon in the sky is like a huge disc, and the moonlight is like water, illuminating the earth brightly.Ten meters away from the embankment, I could vaguely see a person thrashing desperately there. His entire body was about to sink into the water gradually, and his black hair was floating on the surface of the water. Extremely hopeless.

For some reason, my heart suddenly tightened.

Punks are human too, aren't they?That is also a living human life.

As a result, my head became hot, and without thinking about it, I took off my shoes and jumped down with a "plop".After jumping into the river, I paddled vigorously and swam to the boy at a very fast speed.Then I reached out, grabbed the boy's hair that was about to sink, and pulled it up vigorously.

At this time, the boy was almost in a half-conscious state, and he was moving around like dancing.

After I stretched out my hand to pull him, because of the desire to survive, the boy instinctively and recklessly grabbed me tightly, kicking his hands and feet wildly.I was pulled by the boy like this, and I was pulled into the water by him, sinking with him.I was wronged, "Gulu Gulu" drank a few mouthfuls of river water.

Not to mention, I finally struggled to get my head out of the water, while the boy kicked his hands and feet and struggled desperately. As a result, I dragged him into the water again and sank into the water.

So several times back and forth.

It seemed that not only could I not save the boy, but even my own life was in danger.

The boy clung to me tightly.I don't have enough strength, I can't pull the boy up, and I can't break free myself, sinking and floating.After tossing and tossing for a while, I gradually felt weak, and then gradually felt that my hands and feet could no longer move, and finally "gurgling", my body was dragged into the water by the boy.

sinking.

sinking.

I just felt that my eyes were pitch black and I couldn't see anything.At this moment, I couldn't help but my blood surged up, and an indescribable panic spread all over my body.See, I sacrificed my life to save others, and I really "give up" my life. I don't want to die, and I can't help myself.

I felt my chest getting tighter and tighter, and just when I felt that it was going to die, I suddenly felt a person jumping into the water and paddling over quickly.

He quickly swam over and separated me from the boy forcefully, then his hand passed under my armpit and hugged me, and the hand that the boy had been holding on to my clothes tightly was also pulled away by him.

My head quickly came to the surface.

As soon as I came out of the water, I looked up and started gasping for breath while paddling.When the man saw that I had surfaced, he ignored me. He pulled the boy, held his head, and swam to the shore. I followed behind and swam to the shore as well.

Finally reached the shore.

There were a few enthusiastic people waiting there, yelling and pulling us ashore in a hurry.After I landed, I realized that the man who jumped into the river was Cheng Yiming.

I was so tired that I sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

A lot of people came around, some were watching the fun, some were concerned, and some took off their clothes, put them on me, and asked me if I was cold.Someone was busy pulling out their mobile phone and wanting to make a call.

Someone said: "No need to call, I called 120 just now."

Someone also said: "I called 110."

I was drenched, my hair was still dripping, and my clothes clung to me.Although it was summer, I still felt cold, my body was shivering, and I sneezed several times in a row, tears, nose, and saliva came out.

A simple man who looked like a migrant worker handed a bottle of unscrewed rice wine to my lips, showing a kind smile, and said with a foreign accent:

"Girl, drink some rice wine to warm up your body."

I hesitated.

Finally, he took the bottle from the man's hand, raised his head, and took two mouthfuls of rice wine.

It was very spicy, and the hot feeling rushed out, and I almost threw up.But I endured it desperately, and swallowed it with difficulty. In an instant, the whole stomach became hot, and the inside of the stomach was scorching hot, and a stream of flame-like air flowed from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. His body seemed to warm up a little.

Cheng Yiming was also wet all over. He came over at some point, stood in front of me, looked down at me, his eyes were dark and dark, and he asked, "Are you okay?"

I looked up at him and said softly, "I'm fine."

I'm fine.The trouble is the boy I rescued.He was lying on the ground straight, his lips were gray, his face was bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, and he did not move.

The onlookers chattered:

"Is he dead?"

"He shouldn't be dead, right? It looks like he's still breathing."

"This kid is very handsome. Why did he become a gangster? He even fought and made trouble. Really, how sad it would be for his parents to see him like this."

"That's right. Fortunately, this beauty is warm-hearted. If he hadn't saved her, he would have died."

"So young, it would be a pity if he died."

I saw that the boy didn't move.Someone squatted down, reached out and probed under his nose, and then pressed his stomach hard, once, and again.After a while, the boy spat out a few mouthfuls of river water, but he still didn't open his eyes and didn't wake up.

At this time, I have gradually come back to my senses.

Seeing the boy lying motionless on the ground, I suddenly thought of artificial respiration.When I was in college, I took swimming as an elective physical education course, and my coach taught artificial respiration.

So I struggled to my feet and walked over.

Kneel down beside the boy, according to the method demonstrated by the swimming coach before, lift his chin, pinch his nostrils, take a deep breath, and blow slowly into his mouth.

One puff, another puff.

Swimming coaches have said that you must use great force when blowing in order to pressurize the gas into the water-shrunk lungs of the drowning person and improve the suffocation state as soon as possible.

After I took an unknown number of breaths, the boy's chest finally lifted slightly, and he began to respond a little, so I let go of the hand pinching his nostrils, and pressed his chest repeatedly and rhythmically to help him exhale.

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(End of this chapter)