he has a clean freak

Liang Songying was on the thirteenth floor, the fire floor was on the sixth floor, and Yan Wangxiao was now on the fifth floor, making it almost impossible to move forward.He leaned down, took a deep breath in the wet towel, and rushed up to the platform on the sixth floor. Suddenly, someone pushed open the fire door and escaped. The fire wave in the corridor was so strong that it almost knocked him over and hit the wall.The skin on the back felt severe pain, and the air smelled of burnt clothes.But he just paused for a moment, and immediately got up and ran up.Don't dare to take a big breath, so as not to inhale the toxic fumes.As for the wet towel, it was able to drip water naturally from the beginning, but now it is dry and the edges are a little rough and hard.

On the [-]th floor, the hotel's power supply system was paralyzed, and temporary lighting was replaced.

As soon as he went up to the thirteenth floor, he saw people asking all the way: "Did you see Liang Songying? Did you see Liang Songying?" Suddenly a door opened, and he was stopped by a young girl, "I didn't see it! "

Yan Wangxiao looked back at her, probably a staff member of the magazine.She was kneeling on the ground, her feet were bare, the tops of her feet were swollen and bleeding.

The girl cried and begged him: "Please, take me with you, I'm so scared, I can't move anymore, woo woo woo..."

Yan Wangxiao didn't stop, and said to her: "You save yourself first, find a safe place."

After breaking through the door of Room 1308, there was a cry from behind. Fortunately, the smoke on the floor was not too heavy at this time. Otherwise, this crying method would easily inhale a large amount of carbon monoxide and suffocate to death.He turned around and yelled, "Don't cry!"

After entering the door, he smelled a bit of smoke, and closed the door behind his back. With the help of the weak temporary lighting, he saw a figure by the window, who seemed to be closing the window.Hearing movement at the door, the man shot a bright light, "Who?"

"Liang Songying, is that you? I'm Yan Wangxiao." He raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Liang Songying moved the flashlight of the mobile phone away, stood there, spoke slowly, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Yan Wangxiao carefully walked around the table and sofa, and suddenly touched the pocket of his clothes. He didn't know when he lost his phone.In the room with the doors and windows tightly closed, the hustle and bustle outside seemed far away, and Liang Songying's breathing sounded a little rough and heavy in front of her.

He approached and looked at him, "How is your health, can you go? We have to escape, or wait here for rescue."

Liang Songying sat down on the ground and said, "I don't have the strength."

Yan Wangxiao bent down to help him, "Can I help you go? When I came up, the safe passage was still feasible. Before the fire spread here, we still have a chance to evacuate in time."

Liang Songying didn't understand what he said, and impatiently hit his head with his fist.

Yan Wangxiao took his hand off, wrapped it in his own, and said, "Don't worry, you will be able to leave safely." He helped him to the sofa in the living room, "Sit here and wait."

Liang Songying half-closed her eyes, watching the figure rushing in and out of the bedroom and bathroom repeatedly, and finally got two wet towels and handed them to him.He didn't answer, grabbed Yan Wangxiao's arm and tore him off, pressed him on the sofa, and turned on the flashlight of his phone again to shine on Yan Wangxiao's back.

He hissed, his hands trembled, and the light also trembled.

Yan Wangxiao struggled to sit up, pushed his hand away, and said, "With so much strength, can you walk?"

Liang Songying realized later and noticed that his voice was a little hoarse, so he turned away a little light and looked at his face.His eyes were black and red, and a few pieces of his hair were burnt. It was almost impossible to distinguish his original appearance, but his eyes were still bright, which made him look a little funny.

Liang Songying couldn't help but feel a lot more in her heart.Yan Wangxiao lifted him up and walked towards the door, asking: "You haven't answered yet, why are you here, and the key card of my room?"

"What's the use of saying this now, don't make a sound, save some effort."

When the two walked to the door, Liang Songying's hand on Yan Wangxiao's shoulder tightened, "Does your back hurt?"

"no feeling."

"how did you make it?"

Yan Wangxiao put the back of his hand on the doorknob to test it out, then turned around and said to him: "Don't talk nonsense, cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel, be careful of heat waves and smoke, bend down and try to stick to the ground, you know there is more air on the ground? Follow closely I."

"Well, I'm much more awake now. That damn fever reducer..."

Yan Wangxiao chuckled, "You're taking a lot of medicine."

Liang Songying didn't make a sound, she seemed to be laughing too.

Smiling like this seems to be able to drive away the possible danger that no one mentions, and drive away the hidden anxiety in each other's hearts.

Yan Wangxiao took a deep breath, slowly opened the door, and walked out carefully.There was almost no one in the corridor. When passing by the door of the girl calling for help, the door opened immediately, as if she had been waiting behind the door.She had a strong desire to survive, and begged: "Take me to escape together? My foot was trampled in the chaos, and I can't go far."

Liang Songying recognized her as Ling Maner, the photographer's assistant of the magazine, and said to Yan Wangxiao, "Take her."

Yan Wangxiao looked at him, "Can you go by yourself?"

Liang Songying nodded.

Yan Wangxiao let go of him, but Liang Songying grabbed his arm, "You have a back injury."

Yan Wangxiao shook his head, "I told you, I don't feel it. You probably don't have that much strength, take care of yourself."

In the past, Ling Man'er was carried on his back, Liang Songying supported him, and the three of them followed the green arrow indicating the safe passage above their heads.Since the fire escape stairs were already unsafe when Yan Wangxiao came up, he chose a passage farther from the source of the disaster, hoping that the impact there would be less.

Walking through two aisles, the hotel staff could already hear the loudspeakers being used to evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner.

"Everyone, don't worry, be careful of traffic jams, and be careful of stepping on others. Adults take good care of their children."

Liang Songying pushed open the heavy safety fire door, and the hotel staff looked at them in amazement, "Why are there still people on this floor who haven't been evacuated? Are there still people inside?"

The three of them closed the door behind them, watching the guests coming down from upstairs, they all looked nervous.

"It should be gone. I didn't find out until I was sick." Liang Songying said.

The girl lying on Yan Wangxiao's back cried aloud at this time, sobbing and said: "The senior who lived with me was pushed around when she escaped. She may have been overly nervous and had a heart attack. I didn't find any medicine for her... ..."

The hotel staff paused and continued to evacuate the crowd to maintain order. At this time, they saw the opportunity and said: "Let's make way, this girl is injured, let them go first, wait a moment. Go down. The people next to you are watching Come on, this gentleman is carrying a wounded man on his back. Be careful, don't worry."

"Thank you." Yan Wangxiao carried Ling Man'er on his back, and Liang Songying squeezed into the evacuated crowd.

Yan Wangxiao felt the girl's hot tears dripping away from his shoulders, and the silent sobbing made him feel heavy.Tonight, I don't know how many casualties there will be.

And Liang Songying walked extremely cautiously behind him, for fear that someone would push her from behind and bump into Yan Wangxiao in front.Unexpectedly, Yan Wangxiao swayed by himself, stepped on a flight of stairs, and Ling Man'er, who had a high center of gravity on her back, fell backwards.Liang Songying's heart beat up to her throat, and she reached out to catch him just in time, while Yan Wangxiao's back fell heavily on the stairs, slipped a few steps and hit the back foot of the person in front of him before stopping.

Suddenly there was a sound of cursing in the stairwell.

The person behind Liang Songying couldn't stop his feet and bumped into Liang Songying's back.He held back the pain, and quickly helped Ling Man'er down the stairs in large strides. When he reached the stairwell platform, the evacuation staff on the floor came over to help immediately, and shouted: "Everyone, don't squeeze!"

Asking the staff to look at Ling Man'er, Liang Songying went to Yan Wangxiao's side, and saw that he stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hands, there was still blood on his lips, the skin was broken, maybe the teeth were broken just now.He hugged Yan Wangxiao's head on his shoulder and pressed it hard, supporting the weight of his trembling body, "You scared me to death just now."

"Let's go quickly." Yan Wangxiao opened his tongue, and another smear of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to catch it, so as not to fall on Liang Songying's shoulder and get dirty.He raised his hand to touch Liang Songying's forehead, it was very hot, and said again: "Hurry up."

Liang Songying held him down, "I'll carry it, you take a rest, your body is exhausted."

Yan Wangxiao carefully suppressed his shortness of breath, his chest rose and fell slightly, but at the moment of hugging, he was trembling and exposed to Liang Songying.He twitched the corners of his mouth with an ugly smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm really tired, and my legs are weak, alas."

Liang Songying firmly held his hand.

Outside the hotel, firefighters and fire trucks organized intense firefighting and rescue operations. The Y city government sent personnel to direct and arrange medical assistance overnight. Ambulances, a large amount of medical supplies, and ambulance personnel were urgently dispatched from many hospitals.Due to the large fire intensity, occasional explosions are expected to cause relatively large casualties.The death toll has now risen to 12.

There are also TV reporters following and reporting on the scene.

The sharp-eyed reporter saw a terrific star, and hurriedly waved over there, and the camera followed.When Liang Songying saw people from the TV station coming to interview, she felt nothing, but instinctively blocked Yan Wangxiao, who was like black charcoal, and followed the staff to the medical area non-stop.

"Lan, you escaped just now, what's the situation inside?" the host followed up and asked.

"My room is on the 12th floor. Most people were evacuated through safe passages, and a few people were injured during the evacuation process. As for the floors close to the fire, I don't know."

"You are friends with Yan Wangxiao. Have you met him? Some firefighters said that after he safely evacuated to the first floor, he ignored the obstruction and returned to the fire area. There is no news so far. Yan's president Yan Lixiao and a group of fans are waiting anxiously at the scene."

Liang Songying's figure paused and stopped.Yan Wangxiao next to him pulled him away, stood in front of the camera, and greeted with a smile: "Hello everyone, I am Yan Wangxiao, I am very safe, please don't worry, go back to sleep."

The crew of the TV station were stunned, and they all looked at this dark and downcast beggar-like figure.

Liang Songying coughed embarrassingly at the right time to prove: "Yes, he is Yan Wangxiao, but his back was burned, and we have to go for treatment. Thank you for your concern."

Yan Wangxiao turned around and said, "Goodbye!"

The photojournalist suddenly cried out annoyed "ah", "I forgot to take a picture."

The photojournalist had a difficult task, quietly followed up the medical area, and secretly took a photo that became a classic.The two held hands, Yan Wangxiao was sitting next to an ambulance, and the doctor was checking behind him. Liang Songying's eyes were more focused than the doctor's, and there was a hint of worry on his face.

Yan Lixiao and Song Li were told that Yan Wangxiao had successfully escaped from danger, so they hurried over to find someone.Along the way, I saw firefighters and medical staff carrying the wounded or the dead passing by, there were constant groans, and family members shouted loudly and cried softly.The youngest was a little girl, about seven or eight years old in height, who was carried out by the firefighters, her face was lifeless.

Yan Lixiao's usual smile disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless worries. His brows had not been loosened since he received Song Li's call.

Seeing a familiar figure sitting beside the ambulance from a distance, he could hardly recognize that it was his brother.I don't know whether his face is red or black, some pieces of his hair are burnt, and his clothes are torn. If the other party hadn't called out, "Yan Lixiao? You're here to clean up the mess again. It's hard for you." He really wanted to slap him.

With a straight face, he rarely said in a very stern tone: "I know my difficulties, but I am still self-willed. Did you think about me and your family when you took the risk?"

"Don't come here to be sensational."

"Yan Wangxiao's back was severely burned." Liang Songying reminded.

Yan Lixiao turned to the back, and Song Li also followed to look at it, and when he saw it, he yelled, "Second Young Master, do you feel any pain?"

Yan Wangxiao looked at Liang Songying, "They said they didn't feel it anymore."

Yan Lixiao's gaze behind his glasses glanced sharply at Liang Songying, and then arranged for the best hospital and experts in Y City to provide emergency rescue for burns on Yan Wangxiao's face and back.

Yan Wangxiao was sent to the operating room, and Liang Songying went for a full-body examination, but the fever did not go away, so she was put on an intravenous drip outside the operating room.He leaned his head on the back of the chair, feeling drowsy from time to time, sleeping with his eyes closed for a while and then forcing himself to open them.At some point, there was a smell of cigarettes from a familiar brand, and he thought Yan Wangxiao had come out.

"...Yan? Boss Yan."

"Don't think that Yan Wangxiao's risking his life to save you means nothing. He is not sure, and he is devoted to every lover. Homosexuality has no good results." Yan Lixiao took off his eyes, half-closed them for a rest, as if he said casually.

"Thank you, President Yan, for your advice."

"Especially a public figure like you, who exposes a homosexual scandal and weighs the consequences by himself."

Liang Songying looked around wearily, there was no one else in the corridor, and Song Li was half lying on a bench next door, snoring.He didn't answer, and looked down at the back of his hand where the needle was inserted, and the medicine dripped at a constant speed.

"You worry too much," he said.