The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

At this time, the teacher who maintained order ran over anxiously.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this classmate? Is he injured?"

Ma Tianxi snatched the half bottle of mineral water from the teacher's hand, dug out a pill from the aluminum foil, pinched Ye Xuewei's cheek, and poured the pill in.

Unlike the teacher who looked like he had been robbed of water inexplicably, Tang Jiao's eyes wandered back and forth twice between the sullen Ma Tianxi and Ye Xuewei in his arms.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his little face, which was darkened by the smoke while wearing a mask.

Ye Xuewei, who was roughly drugged, woke up soon after.

Her confused and weak eyes suddenly brightened up when she saw Ma Tianxi.

"Ah Tian..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Ma Tianxi shouted loudly.

"Ye Xuewei, is there something wrong with you? Did you eat something randomly again?"

Ye Xuewei was instantly frightened.

The face that was always cold and arrogant actually showed the confusion and grievance of a little girl.

Unfortunately, Ma Tianxi, who looked worried just now, suddenly changed his face and showed no mercy.

He pushed Ye Xuewei away, who was sitting in his arms, and the latter's weak body was pushed into Tang Jiao's arms.

Tang Jiao, who suddenly had a beautiful woman in his arms: "...?"

Ye Xuewei looked up at Ma Tianxi, who had a cold face, and it took a long time to realize what happened.

She opened her mouth to explain: "I'm sorry... I ate a -"

But Ma Tianxi stood up with an impatient expression, said "I don't care what you eat" and strode away.

Tang Jiao was left holding the beauty and staring dumbfounded.

Later, Ye Xuewei was called by a nervous teacher who was worried that something might happen to her students. She was taken away on a stretcher.

Tang Jiao shook his extremely sore arm and looked back at the smoke-filled laboratory building.

From the outside, centered on the exploding laboratory on the fourth floor, three laboratories on the left and right were on fire, and the fire was very intense.

You can still feel the heat wave from a distance, as if you are in summer, driving away the cold of winter.

The firefighters were holding three fire extinguishing guns and were extinguishing the fire in an intense and orderly manner.

There were many glass fragments on the ground, as well as several cabinets and chairs that were burnt black and twisted.

They were all blown out in several explosions.

Tang Jiao's hot sweat was blown by the cold wind from behind, and he shivered violently.

Only then did the deep fear spread to her sore and numb limbs.

"Classmate, classmate, your things..."

When Tang Jiao turned around, it was the girl with glasses who was temporarily entrusted with important experimental materials.

Tang Jiao took off his mask and eye protection, took it over, and thanked him with a grateful smile.

Unexpectedly, the girl looked at Tang Jiao's face and suddenly smiled.

While apologizing, he couldn't help but laugh: "I'm sorry, pfft... you go and wash your face."

Tang Jiao stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at his face, and couldn't help but laugh with his belly in his hands.

In the mirror, her originally white and tender face was white and tender in the areas that were originally covered by the mask and eye protection.

The areas that were not covered were covered in black smoke.

Become a reverse panda.

Tang Jiao held his belly and laughed for a long time, feeling that his whole body was sore and soft.

Just as he was about to wash his face, his cell phone buzzed in his trouser pocket.

Tang Jiao held her cell phone and ran out in a hurry. As soon as she reached the school road, she turned a corner and bumped into a tall, hard body.

"Jingchuan..."

Xiao Jingchuan, who suddenly appeared here, had a cold and tight aura, which was even more stinging than this cold winter, and his face looked like it was stormy.

Two big palms were like iron pliers, tightly holding Tang Jiao's shoulders.

Tang Jiao was pinched in pain, and her thin eyebrows frowned slightly, "Xiao Jing——"

"You don't want to die, do you!"

Xiao Jingchuan's sculpted jawline was tense and his breathing was heavy, as if he was suppressing great anger and fear.

Tang Jiao was frightened.

The black and white messy little face was full of confusion.

She murmured and tried to explain: "I..."

But he was forced to pounce forward and ran into Xiao Jingchuan's arms.

Xiao Jingchuan's arms were so tight that Tang Jiao could hardly breathe.

The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from behind. Zhang Qi ran over panting, holding his cell phone, and bravely said:

"Boss, there is an urgent call from country M. Lori said that the person in charge of the investment project in Switzerland wants to communicate with you in person——"

Xiao Jingchuan took off his coat, tightly wrapped Tang Jiao, who was only wearing a sweater, and hugged him sideways.

"If this matter can't be solved, let him go to Switzerland tonight."

He said his words with a cold face and walked out quickly.

Zhang Qi looked at the phone during the call and could imagine Lori's face as if she were mourning.

Unfortunately, it hit the muzzle of the gun.

Tang Jiao put his arms around Xiao Jingchuan's neck and pursed his lips, not daring to express his anger.

It's terrible for Xiao Jingchuan to be angry.

Especially since this was what made her angry.

Zhang Qi quickly followed, ran to the car and opened the back seat door. Xiao Jingchuan sat in with Tang Jiao in his arms.

"Go to the hospital."

"Yes."

Zhang Qi responded, quickly walked to the driver's seat, and drove to Runhe Private Hospital.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove smoothly in the cold night.

inside the car.

Tang Jiao was wearing Xiao Jingchuan's large suit and thick coat. He was sitting on the spacious black leather seat like a little quail, carefully picking his fingers.

She wanted to say that she was fine and didn’t need to go to the hospital, but she didn’t dare to speak!

He glanced to the side again guiltily.

Xiao Jingchuan only wore a black shirt, buttoned to the top. His handsome profile was cold and his whole body was cold.

Without saying a word, he fastened the knot of his tie with his long fingers and pulled open the cold and ascetic tie, revealing his Adam's apple that stood out like a blade.

It’s fucked up, so angry.

What can I say?

His face was a little itchy, so Tang Jiao couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch his face, and his hand was immediately stained with black.

Tang Jiao: "..."

After she received Xiao Jingchuan's call, she ran out to find someone without even bothering to wash her face.

Tang Jiao thought of his stupid "honor" in the mirror, and annoyedly buried his face in his hands, bent over and buried it in his legs.

The whole person was completely covered by the large coat.

"Why, it doesn't feel right."

Xiao Jingchuan, who was still angry at first, couldn't help but speak first when he saw that Tang Jiao was buried and motionless.

Tang Jiao pulled the coat above his head to prevent him from pulling it open.

He only stretched out a hand stained with dust and grabbed it in mid-air.

Xiao Jingchuan didn't know what she wanted, so he hesitated for a while and stretched out his hand.

Tang Jiao grabbed it and touched his palm, but didn't find what he wanted.

Pushed him away again.

The voice said muffledly: "Wet wipes."

Xiao Jingchuan paused, turned over his hand, and when Tang Jiao touched it, it was stained with dust.

understood.

He dug out a pack of wet wipes from the glove box, pulled two out and handed them to Tang Jiao's palm without letting go.

With a cold face, he held her hand, opened it, and wiped her fingertips and palms bit by bit.

"Get up and give you a wipe."

"What are you hiding? I just saw it."

That's because I didn't react just now...

Tang Jiao sighed in annoyance and raised his little face, which was even grayer after being rubbed by his palm, and his hair was messy.

It's like just coming back from coal mining.

A pair of black eyes were wilted, a little guilty and pitiful to please, like a pitiful puppy.

Xiao Jingchuan frowned slightly, and wordlessly took out two more wet wipes.

Holding Tang Jiao's face with one hand, he wiped her clean little by little.

One swipe reveals a white greasy look.