Can't beat the rival in love: the president ran away with his wife overnight

The fire slowly approached from the front to the rear of the car, and sweat caused by the high temperature dripped down his cheeks.

"I'll see how she can escape this time, hahaha..."

There is someone outside the carriage.

"It's really cheap to burn her to death like this."

It was Lu Zhouzhou. Julie colluded with Lu Zhouzhou to kill her.

Ha ha...

Lin Anran suddenly remembered Gu Shiqing's words.

"An Ran, letting go of an enemy who is at the end of his rope is digging his own grave in advance."

Compassion for the enemy is digging your own grave.

What kind of things did she have to go through to have Gu Shiqing's enlightenment? At this moment, she actually thought of him.

"Pour it down for me, pour it down quickly, let the fire burn a little louder, a little hotter, a little faster, a little faster... Hahaha... I will leave her dead and gone... in pain... Hahaha. ..”

Lu Zhouzhou's voice sounded so crazy in the dark night.

Lin Anran's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she no longer even felt hot. The large amount of thick smoke had already put her into a coma.

After only a moment of coma, she was awakened by the burning pain. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw that her legs were burning.

It hurt, it was heart-breaking pain, maybe it was the instinct to survive. She tried her best to shake her legs and slapped the compartment door with all her strength.

"Ding..." Only a small sound was made. Lin Anran was exhausted and her strength had been exhausted.

The pain was numb and she closed her eyes, this time to the darkness of death.

...

I don't know how much time passed, but Lin Anran felt that the surroundings were no longer so hot. Fresh air was poured into her brain. Raindrops from the sky even dripped onto her face. The door was kicked open and she fell down hard. She didn't imagine it. Instead of feeling the pain in my heart, I fell into a hug.

The familiar yet long-lost breath hit her face. She tried hard to open her tired eyes, but to no avail. Her exhausted and stinging voice produced the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Alan."

She fearlessly called out the name without suppressing it in her heart, because she knew that there was no Gu Shiqing here, no punishment, no hysteria, and no mental oppression.

It was refreshing and dripping, and my eyes filled with tears.

As if she didn't feel satisfied, she screamed again, even though her throat was burning, she didn't care.

"Alan, Alan..."

Then I was so satisfied that even if I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't see that person clearly.However, just knowing that it is him is enough.

It turns out that death is such a happy thing.There is no burning heat, no choking smoke, and there is even the person you love most to pick you up.

She realized the happiness of the little match seller seeing her grandmother before she died, simple and ordinary.

But it's enough, it's enough. The only source of water in the barren desert is nothing more than that.

...

"An An, An An..."

Lin Anran walked forward in the darkness, without consciousness, time, or space, just like a walking corpse. It was not until the voice appeared that a glimmer of light appeared in front of him.

She walked in the direction of the light...

She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Feng Ninglan's handsome and strong face.

so true.

"Miss Lin."

Then his eyes fell into Shan Ling's face again.

Why is the annoying Shan Ling here?

Lin Anran blinked, trying to filter out the traitor. She struggled several times in a row, but Shan Ling was still there.

"An'an." Feng Ninglan's hand touched her face, it was hot and gentle.

Lin Anran saw Shan Ling exit the room with all irrelevant personnel, leaving only her and Feng Ninglan.

In disbelief, she touched Feng Ninglan's hand, feeling the residual warmth, and then slowly touched the man's face with her hand.

Tears filled her eyes immediately. This was not a dream, this was a real touch. She was still alive, Feng Ninglan was still alive, and everything she experienced that night was real.

It was him and Feng Ninglan who rescued her.

She threw herself into the man's arms, her heart was hot and beating powerfully.

All this declares that Feng Ninglan is still alive, still alive, truly.

She wanted to speak, but after several attempts, her dry throat came out with a hoarse and rough voice. She didn't care so much and just expressed her excitement.

"You're still alive...ahem..." Her voice was so vulgar and unpleasant, like an old man who was about to die, "You're really still alive, A-Lan, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

She couldn't care less. In the face of life and death, everything seemed so insignificant.

Feng Ninglan hugged her very tightly.

"I thought... I thought..." Tears were like a flood that broke a bank. She thought of the cold night, the cold sea water, and the place where he fell, right in front of her eyes, before her eyes.

I thought you were dead, I thought there really was no more you in this world.

But now, you appear in front of me so truly.

How to express my joy.

Lin Anran burst into tears and smiled, wiping all her tears and snot onto Feng Ninglan's expensive shirt.

"You're still alive...ahem...you're still alive...wuwuwuwu..."

Tears fell uncontrollably.

"An'an... don't talk..." Her vocal cords have been irreversibly damaged and will never recover in her lifetime. She is hoarse and hoarse as if someone had poured sulfuric acid into her voice.

"An An..." Out of a thousand words, Feng Ninglan only murmured your name at this moment.

He failed to protect her.

"I'm sorry for being away from you for so long and not being able to protect you properly."

He didn't care that he also escaped death, he just felt sorry for the person in front of him.

Feng Ninglan thought of many ways to meet Lin Anran again, but she never thought of rescuing her from the raging fire.

His eyes moved to Lin Anran's right leg. Nearly one-third of her calf was burned. The skin was scorched and ulcerated. During the debridement surgery, you could even see the white bones.

"Does it hurt?" The person he loved was a rich man and was born delicate. How come he was suffering so much now.

He saw Lin Anran's forehead, wrists, feet, everything, all covered with dense scars.

Old, new, healed, unhealed.

Lin Anran shook his head, "It doesn't hurt...ahem..."

As long as she could live in exchange for Feng Ninglan, she would be willing to be burned by fire a hundred times again.

He stroked the scars on her body over and over again, and murmured over and over again, tenderly and lingeringly, "Anran, I'm back, and I'm back to protect you..."

And he said nothing about his narrow escape.