The rich wife is addicted to escape

Now she is only wearing a thin shirt, and the weather in late autumn itself is a bit cold, not to mention that they are just in the same place, and the cold wind blowing in from the entrance of the alley is so cold that people's bones are shivering. Su Jiarui rested his forehead and sighed, lamenting Chris's powerful psychological quality.

If she could have half of Chris's optimism and casualness, I'm afraid she wouldn't have lived with such low self-esteem and aggrieved.

With chaotic thoughts rushing to his mind, Su Jiarui forced himself to quickly sort out his mood, and shook his head.

"It's all hurt like this, and you still have the mood to joke with me. It seems that you shouldn't be able to die for a while."

While Su Jiarui was talking, his subordinates didn't stop at all.

She took off one sleeve halfway, and at this time she was only wearing a thin vest under her shirt. When the cold wind blew, she couldn't help shivering three times from the cold. This feeling was really real. It's not good.

It's just that Chris's state really can't help her to waste any more time.

Su Jiarui grabbed the opening of the shirt, closed her eyes, and exerted all her strength with her hands, but the next second, time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and she didn't realize it until the cold wind blew her away. He was holding the shirt in his hand, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

She worked hard for a whole day, and the shirt in her hand didn't move at all, but her hands were a little red from tearing vigorously.

What kind of shirt is this, how is the quality so good! !

For a moment, Su Jiarui really didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face the facts in front of him. It seemed that the acting in the movie was all deceitful. The clothes in the protagonist's hands in the movie were obviously like paper. She tore off a large strip, but in her hands it was like armor hammered out of steel. The quality was so good that Su Jiarui felt ashamed and collapsed at the moment.

Even if she tried it a few times in unbelief, the shirt was only a little wrinkled, and her hands were already a little sore after all the tossing.

It's obviously useless to go on like this, Su Jiarui was about to give up, when Chris's voice sounded on the other end.

"Su, promise me, will you watch less mindless movies and TV shows?"

Su Jiarui's coquettish behavior made Chris on the side a little bit unbearable. He obviously had difficulty breathing, but he still couldn't help complaining about her naive thoughts.

At this time, he was speaking in a nonchalant manner, as if the wind could swallow his voice completely, but even so, he still couldn't forget to complain about her. This persistent spirit was combined with the tough shirt in his hand Together, Su Jiarui was so speechless that he vomited blood.

Su Jiarui frowned slightly, knowing that it wouldn't be a problem to delay it any longer, so she could only take off her excellent quality shirt with an annoyed face, rolled it up and tied it to Chris' injured place, and during the process of tying it, she deliberately aggravated it. With great strength, he successfully heard the other party's muffled groan in pain, and couldn't help but feel a sense of avenge in his heart.

Regardless of how it was tied, it seemed that the blood had barely stopped.

After finally taking care of the wounded, she shook off the windbreaker on the ground, and was about to put it on herself again, but when she saw Chris with pale lips, she gritted her teeth, and finally put the windbreaker on the opponent's body. body.

After all, compared to his spiritual self, Chris is obviously the one who needs to be protected.

After making all the preparations, Su Jiarui was gearing up and stepped forward to help him up.

"Chris, wake up, can you walk a few more steps?"

Su Jiarui felt a burst of coldness, and was startled. It seems that the time wasted before was indeed a bit too much. Now, due to excessive blood loss, Chris's body is frighteningly cold, as if he was touching a piece of ice. This kind of feeling is reserved for late autumn. , for Su Jiarui, it was another physical and mental torture.

"Su, what did you say?"

It was rare for Chris not to make fun of her, but hearing his muddled words, Su Jiarui understood that it was possible that he was already in a state of insanity.

"I said you're such a troublemaker."

Su Jiarui tried hard to overcome the tension and anxiety in his heart, and the other party put his whole weight on her.

I have to say that there is a huge difference in physical strength between men and women. Chris doesn't look very strong, and he can even be said to be relatively thin, but the weight on her can make her feel so heavy that she vomits blood.

"Hehe, Su, why are you so easy to bully?"

Su Jiarui knew that it could not be delayed any longer. If Chris became unconscious or even went into shock, she would really be helpless by herself.

"I advise you to think carefully about your choice of words. Now you are asking me for help. If I am not happy alone, it is possible to throw you on the street to feed the mice."

While supporting him, Su Jiarui struggled to move in the direction of Chris's house. At this time, she also had to keep the dialogue with Chris as much as possible.

On the one hand, it is to allow Chris to maintain a relatively sober state to a certain extent, and on the other hand, it is also to allow himself to take advantage of this to distract himself, after all, this person is too heavy!

Fortunately, the group of people did not turn back, so although the journey was extremely difficult, fortunately there was no danger.

But at this moment, Su Jiarui, who was only wearing a thin vest and carried a tall man on his shoulders, felt that all the bones in his body were stiff like rusted steel.

"Su, you are really...too thin. You should exercise...after all, men like plump women."

Chris is not forgiving after all, and he still doesn't forget to make sarcasm at this time.

Su Jiarui sighed slightly, she was still thinking about how to speak back, when Chris, who had almost lost the ability to move, moved his hand slightly, and pulled the coat that was originally on him to Su Jiarui's bare shoulders pull.

A windbreaker that was originally not big was torn almost out of shape, but fortunately, it was somewhat resistant to the biting cold wind.

Su Jiarui could feel that the hands attached to his shoulders were not much warmer than the cold wind, but for some reason, he still felt a faint warmth.

Simply because of the cover of the windbreaker, passers-by did not see the mottled blood on Chris's body, and just thought it was his girlfriend helping his drunk boyfriend home, so there was no panic along the way.

After a difficult journey, Su Jiarui finally saw the familiar apartment and was overjoyed.

"Chris, wake up, you'll be home soon."

Su Jiarui gritted her teeth. It is not so much that she is trying to carry the seriously injured Chris, but that she is dragging the person on her forward with her strong will.

It wasn't until Su Jiarui struggled to take out the key to open the door, and helped the person on his body all the way to the big bed in the bedroom, that he collapsed on the floor next to the bed as if completely relieved of his strength.

Chris's taste is as good as his own, and the touch of the Persian rug is quite gentle, otherwise it would be difficult for Su Jiarui to get up after a while.

As if his shoulders had been beaten heavily by steel, Su Jiarui gasped for breath, and even himself felt lucky to survive the catastrophe.

Fortunately, although the journey was arduous and arduous, fortunately, they finally got home safely.

Su Jiarui adjusted his state a little, and then remembered that after so long, Chris, who was always relentless, didn't say a word, and didn't even complain about her embarrassed appearance, he was shocked.

She supported the side of the bed and stood up abruptly. The moment she saw the person on the bed, her still befuddled brain was unexpectedly sober.

Su Jiarui never thought that a person could shed so much blood.

Chris, who was covered in blood, was like a prince who had been cursed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was solemn. If it weren't for his lack of blood on his lips, he would have simply fallen asleep. serene.

"Hey Chris, wake up, we're home."

As Su Jiarui spoke, he patted Chris on the cheek lightly, and his heart rose accordingly.

They have survived so hard all the way, how can they relax at the last moment?

As if feeling Su Jiarui's urgent call, and as if he was dissatisfied with Su Jiarui's not-so-gentle pat, Chris's handsome brows frowned slightly, but those blue-sapphire-like eyes did not open.

Su Jiarui was startled, and instead clutched his chest which was already wet with blood, he shook it with all his strength.

"Hurry up and wake up! Now is not the time to joke!"

Although she said so resolutely, even she could feel that her hands were trembling, but she didn't know whether it was due to exhaustion of strength or pure fear.

Or, maybe both.

She couldn't accept that Chris, who had appeared in front of her before, alive and well, and had even started his new life, died in front of her for no reason.

And what makes her most desperate is that there is nothing she can do to help at all.

Why do all those who have helped themselves have to suffer such unreasonable bad luck?Is it really because of her problem?
The pale face of Chris in front of her overlapped with that of Shen Yi in the ward before, and in the end, she also saw her mother's pale face.

There was an unspeakable sadness in her heart. If Chris could ignore himself who was sunk in the sea, wouldn't he have such an experience now?
Thinking of this, Su Jiarui didn't feel the tip of her nose tingle. There was never a moment when she felt so useless.