Ninety lucky little sweet wife

The two people outside the door obviously felt the temperature was rising continuously, until Xiao Song tried his best to knock on the door lock, and the moment the door was opened, he found flames coming out from the direction of the living room.

As soon as he rushed into the room, someone hugged Xiao Song's feet tightly. He lowered his head and saw a little girl with tears all over her face.

The little girl seemed to know how to save herself from a fire, and she was covering her mouth and nose with a wet towel, but the door of the room was locked from the outside, so she could only keep knocking on the door and knocking on it.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Song's accidental discovery just now, maybe today, she might be buried here.

Xiao Song remembered that there should be a woman living in this room, who should be the child's mother, so he asked, "My little friend, where is your mother?"

The little girl "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

To go to the bedroom, you must pass the living room. At this time, the living room was already in flames, curtains, furniture, and all flammable items were all wrapped in raging fire.

Too dangerous!

Xiao Song picked up the little girl by the waist, stuffed her into Wei Ran's arms behind him, took a few wet towels, and said hurriedly: "Wei Ran, take her first, I will save the child's mother. "

Wei Ran refused to leave, and quickly grabbed Xiao Song's arm and said: "No, it's too dangerous, I can't just watch you take this risk. Ah Song, we have already saved her daughter, the child's mother Just wait for the firemen to come."

Xiao Song didn't know how far the hotel was from the fire brigade, but almost 10 minutes had passed since the fire broke out, and there was still no sound of fire trucks.

Moreover, even if the firefighters arrived, they would only search for the stranded people one by one. By the time they found this place, the child's mother would have been burned to ashes long ago.

The ancients said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

He couldn't run away without looking back knowing that there were still people waiting to be rescued inside.

"Listen to me, take the child away, I will definitely take the child's mother out safely."

After saying that, Xiao Song raised his arms to shake off Wei Ran, covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel and rushed inside.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, the smoke is getting more and more, the sound of the chandelier falling to the ground, and the sound of pieces of wood from the ceiling falling, accompanied by the ignited sparks, blocked Xiao Song's progress.

Fortunately, Xiao Song's legs were long, so he stepped directly over the burning wooden board.

This room is the same type as the one they lived in, so he rushed into the bedroom immediately, the room was brightly lit by the fire, he saw another little girl lying on the bed, he called twice, but the other party did not Response, obviously fell asleep.

He looked around a few times, ran to the bathroom in the bedroom and yelled a few times, but still couldn't find the mother of the child.

Time was running out, so Xiao Song stopped looking for it. He picked up a blanket on the bed, rushed into the bathroom to soak it, and ran back to the sleeping little girl, preparing to wrap her up and leave.

But when he saw the sleeping face of the little girl on the bed, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

so similar!
Why did he feel that this face was so similar to the woman's face in his mind?
Are you looking at yourself?

He was indeed the mother who had seen the child last night, so it couldn't be what he guessed.

He must have been possessed by his daughter. Everyone looks like Nie Huan.

Suddenly, a woman's heart-piercing cry sounded from outside the room: "Yaoyao, Yaoyao..."

Xiao Song immediately came back to his senses, wrapped the wet blanket around the little girl, picked her up and left the bedroom.

Because he had to hold the child, Xiao Song could no longer cover his mouth and nose with a wet towel like when he came in, he could only hold his breath and rush out desperately.

At that moment, all that flashed in his mind were Nie Huan's frowns and smiles in front of the camera.

He thought, their daughter must also be very beautiful.

Involuntarily, he glanced at the girl in his arms again. She turned her head sideways, and there was a long and thin scar under her chin, which couldn't be seen unless she looked carefully.

Her name is "Yaoyao".

Xiao Song called the girl's name in his heart.

Passing through the sea of ​​flames, Xiao Song rushed out of the room with Yao Yao in his arms. At this moment, the siren of the fire engine sounded downstairs.

Wei Ran had already left, but when he met Zhu Yan on the way, he had to turn back.

It was also at this time that he realized that the girl in his arms could not speak.

Seeing the sleeping Yaoyao, Zhu Yan was already sobbing. Xiao Song comforted her and told her that the child was just in a coma and there was no serious problem. Zhu Yan felt relieved.

A group of people finally walked out of the hotel, surrounded by a large number of escaped tenants and surrounding crowds who came to watch the excitement. The firefighters had already set up the water pipes and sprayed them on the fourth floor where the fire was gradually weakening.

Xiao Song carried Yaoyao into the ambulance and let her go. Only now did Zhu Yan see the man's face clearly. Although he didn't wear sunglasses, she still recognized that he was the one who rescued him last night. that man.

Hearing Sheng Yanyan call him "Uncle Xiao", obviously they should know each other, but Zhu Yan has no impression of this person.

"I think the young lady is quite young, how can you have such a big daughter?"

Zhu Yan was about to thank the man again when she suddenly heard the man asking in a deep voice.