He even began to lose consciousness because he inhaled some gas when he smashed the glass.

"Orange..." Liu Song covered his mouth and called Ji orange.

Ji orange is still open, but she has no thinking ability at all. She has no strength at all, and seems to be scared. At this time, her body is as motionless as a zombie.

"Don't sleep. I'll take you out." Liu Song said in a deep voice.

Ji orange raised his head blankly, looked at Liu Song and nodded.

Continue to break the glass in vain here, just waiting for death.

Liu Song did not dare to go to other places before, because the sudden explosion in the kitchen made him feel that there would be a sudden explosion somewhere in the villa, but now it seems that no place will explode.

He held Ji in front of the window. In a low voice, "orange, I'll find something to break the window. You must wait for me."

Ji orange nodded.

Liu Song rushed into the fire.

Thick fire, he can't even see what, Liu Song roughly glanced, didn't see the previous man. He won't go to this man.

Whether he can survive depends on his own life.

With memory, Liu Song touched a flowerpot in the living room.

This flowerpot is made of iron.

When he went back with the vase, he had already had a hard breath, but when Liu Song vaguely saw Ji orange falling in the sea of fire, he suddenly opened his eyes and walked to the window in two and three steps.

He didn't care about anything. He reached out to move the crossbar on Ji orange's body.

There was a burning flame on the crossbar, which made Liu Song's palm painful.

But he just supported to move away the crossbeam, the clothes on Ji orange's back had been burned away, but the white shoulders that should have been exposed had been burned into ferocious black.

"Orange Liu Song picked up Ji Chengcheng and yelled, biting his teeth.

Ji didn't respond to him.

Liu Song picked up the tray with one hand and hit the glass heavily. The glass broke and the debris splashed all over his face. However, Liu Song seemed to be unaware of it and turned out of the window with Ji orange in his arms.

Finally fell on the outside of the green, Liu Song also can not support, eyelids fell down.

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the next morning news reported that an unidentified explosion occurred in a villa in the suburb, causing a fire.

But this news is not so impressive compared with the previous sensational Mojia news.

When Kong Qian hurried to the hospital, Liu Song was awake.

"Are you ok?" Kong Qian looked at Liu Song's gloomy face.

"Well." Liu Song nodded coldly.

Kong Qian frowned slightly and looked at Liu Song's face suspiciously. She knew Liu Song more or less.

So it's clear that Liu Song is in a bad mood now, but it's not aimed at her.

She thought about it and asked tentatively, "what's the matter, is orange in bad condition?"

Kong Qian came to see Liu song first.

Hearing Ji Chengcheng's name, Liu Song lowered his eyelids, but did not open his mouth.

Kong Qian had a general idea in her mind.

What's wrong with Liu Song and Ji Chengcheng.

She looked down at Liu Song's bandaged palm.

Others didn't pay much attention because they didn't know who was involved in the fire.

But Kong Qian received the news, she knew that Liu Song's injury was to save Ji Chengcheng.

What happened to Ji orange?

Kong Qian pursed her lips and looked at Liu song without saying a word. She could only go to Ji orange.

Ji orange wakes up.

She's OK. She's got a skin transplant on her back.

Seeing Kong Qian come in, Ji Chengcheng has no expression on her face.

Kong Qian sat on the sofa and asked, "is it OK?"

Ji shook his head.

Kong qian can't understand her meaning. Is it OK or doesn't want to say it.

Kong Qian doesn't care about this either. She thinks about it and says, "are you in conflict with Liu Song again?"

Ji orange's face slightly changed, "I was angry and said a few words to him."

When Ji Chengcheng wakes up, when she thinks of the fire, she still has a lingering fear, especially when she hears that the skin on her back has been completely destroyed, and it's the transplanted skin, she can't help feeling uncomfortable.

There is a gap between the transplanted skin and the original skin. Her skin is so white and tender.

So Ji still blamed Liu Song for the fire.

It was Liu Song's carelessness that brought her to such a place that she had such an accident.

Kong Qian frowned and listened to Ji Chengcheng. She couldn't listen any more.

The voice interrupted Ji orange.

"Orange."

Ji looked up at him.

"Is there anything wrong with Liu Song? When you were kidnapped, it was Liu Song who went to save you. Will he hurt you deliberately? He won't. isn't he hurt?"Kong Qian said.

Season orange slightly pause.

Kong Qian saw that she seemed to listen, and continued, "you think that what happened to you was due to Liu Song's negligence. But why don't you think that all this is also a disaster for Liu Song? Liu Song was disconnected from us, and I couldn't find him because of you..."

Kong Qian said, he stopped, looking at Ji Chengyou staring at her eyes, frowned, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Ji shook his head, "I just feel that you seem to speak to Liu Song a little bit."

"Orange..." Kong Qian sighed and stood up with her bag in her hand. "Think about it. Did I speak to Liu Song? What did he do for you? You still blame him."

Liu Song is not to blame for this.

Kong Qian couldn't see it any more.

Liu Song doesn't owe Ji Cheng.

She came here worried, but she was angry.

Kong qian can't understand Ji's idea.

It's understandable that she was in a bad mood when this happened, but it can be blamed on Ji Heyu, the person who took Ji orange, but it can't be blamed on Liu Song.

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when the storm subsides, no matter how big it is, it will be forgotten with time.

The hot summer passed quickly, and the trees were covered with snow.

In the twinkling of an eye, and issued a new green leaves.

It's spring.

A new year.

In the quiet cemetery, a woman and a young man stand in front of a tombstone.

The young man gazed at the woman's cool eyes on the tombstone, then withdrew his eyes. Strangely, he whispered, "Mom, is this the rich lady you said?"

"Well." Gu Yi nodded.

Hard to cover the corner of her eyes sad, she seems to be a lot older, the wrinkles are obvious up.

"Ma'am." Gu Yi took a breath, put the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, and took out the food from the bag a little bit.

"You haven't tasted my craftsmanship for a long time. Try it."

"And the young master." Gu Yi put the egg soup in front of mu'an's monument.