The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

Xiaobao was lying in her arms with his eyes closed and breathing weakly. Qiao Yan's heart suddenly tensed up and she was extremely panicked. Lu Tingshen was not in good condition either.

Are they all going to die here today?

Will someone come to rescue them?

Qiao Yan searched all over her body for her cell phone but couldn't find it.

"Help!" Qiao Yan shouted with all her might, but got no response.

"Lu Tingshen, wake up."

"Xiaobao."

"Sister." The little guy's voice sounded weakly in her ears: "Xiaobao is fine."

Qiao Yan leaned against Qiao Yan, his eyes filled with tears of fear: "Sister, are we going to die?"

"Will not."

Qiao Yan quickly coaxed him: "Little treasure, don't sleep, someone will come to rescue us."

The little guy nodded obediently with a pale face: "Well, Xiaobao, be good and don't sleep."

"Lu Tingshen." Qiao Yan called the man's name.

In the dark environment, their breathing was entangled, wet liquid dripped down from the man's body drop by drop, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse, and she kept calling him: "Lu Tingshen."

It was difficult to even turn over in the narrow space. The man almost held her in his arms with his arms half bent, protecting her with his body.

Qiao Yan didn't dare to push him hard. In the dark environment, she didn't know what Lu Tingshen's condition was like, or how seriously he was injured.

Qiao Yan kept calling the man's name: "Xiao Luzi, wake up."

The woman's voice was hoarse and a little panicked. She was afraid that something might happen to Lu Tingshen and he would die in front of her, and she would be unable to do anything.

This will make her regret and feel guilty for the rest of her life and she will never forget it.

Lu Tingshen grew up with her, and it can be said that their relationship is closer than that of siblings, and their relationship is so good that they can wear the same pants.

Qiao Yan got into trouble outside and Lu Tingshen took the blame.

Since he was a child, he always gave the good things to Qiao Yan. He would rather not eat them himself, but would bring the good things to school for her.

Apart from her parents, Lu Tingshen is the one who treats her best and dotes on her the most.

The man always responded to Qiao Yan's requests.

They are grasshoppers tied to the same boat, connected by one heart. They have been in love for more than 20 years since they were in their mother's womb.

If Lu Tingshen died because of her, Qiao Yan would never be able to forgive herself in her life.

She would rather die herself than Lu Tingshen.

Qiao Yan's voice gradually became tearful and tinged with fear: "Lu Tingshen."

The feeling of helplessness and panic attacked her, making her extremely frightened for no reason.

With trembling fingers, Qiao Yan slowly groped around his body for a cell phone, but the phone she found could not contact anyone outside and the signal was interrupted.

The light from the mobile phone illuminated the narrow and secret space, and the scene in front was horrifying, unforgettable and creepy.

A stone as tall as a person pressed down on Lu Tingshen. They were hiding in a fixed triangular area, which was stabilized by two large stones and a reinforced stone wall, forming a special safe environment.

A thin steel bar almost pierced through the man's thigh. The man's handsome face was pale and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

In the narrow space, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

The woman's crying was intermittent and very noisy in Lu Tingshen's ears.

The man opened his eyes reluctantly in the darkness.