Lin Xiao hurriedly took out his cell phone, but someone snatched it away.
He Chaozhi suddenly grabbed Lin Xiao's lapel, his gloomy eyes were like thunder and thunder, making people dare not look directly.
"If I can get through her phone number, do I still need you? Trash——"
He Chaozhi angrily said to Zhou Qu, "Call someone to come over and put out the fire. Find someone!"
"Mr. He, Mr. He!"
Not far away, He Xiaoya stumbled over and ran over, with two lines of clear tears streaming down her blackened face.
"Sister Lan just said she was going to the bathroom, but she never came back. I wonder if she is trapped in the bathroom on the second floor. Mr. He, go and save her. You must save her!"
He Chaozhi's expression changed instantly, "Are you sure she hasn't come back? I know, I'll go in now!"
He Chaozhi rushed into the burning Junhua Hotel without looking back.
Zhou Qu, who has always been calm, was now frightened half to death by He Chaozhi's astonishing actions, "Mr. He, Mr. He, please come out quickly!"
But He Chaozhi's figure instantly disappeared into the fire scene.
Zhou Qu took a breath of cold air and roared at the bodyguard behind him, "Why don't you hurry up and call someone to put out the fire? Come in with me to protect Mr. He!!"
He Chaozhi rushed into the fire scene and saw there was still water in the bucket in the corner, so he poured it on himself.
The cold water wetted the eyelashes along the forehead, cutting off the absolute high temperature in the fire, but still feeling like being roasted.
He Chaozhi didn't care much and ran directly to the second floor.
He was a man, and he couldn't bear the heat as soon as he came in.
Thinking of Song Lan's thin body and fair skin, she was so thin and tender, how could she withstand the fever if she was really trapped inside?
Thinking of this, He Chaozhi's pace became faster and fiercer.
"Song Lan, Song Lan, where are you?"
He Chaozhi covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth and went to one of the private rooms.
The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, and the corridor is full of burning fireballs.
The burning cabinet next to it is in danger and may fall down at any time. Once it falls, the way out will be blocked.
Both of those people could be trapped inside and die.
He Chaozhi frowned and stepped over resolutely.
"Song Lan, answer me, where are you, Song Lan——"
"Cough, cough...is there anyone, is there anyone?"
From the women's toilet at the end, a woman's faint gasps and cries for help could be heard.
He Chaozhi rushed to the door and violently slapped the iron door that had been roasted like an iron plate. "Song Lan, are you in there?"
"Congratulations to Chaozhi?"
The woman behind the door was stunned for a few seconds, and her voice suddenly rose, "He Chaozhi, are you here to save me? I am Song Lan, I am trapped inside, and the door cannot be opened!"
He Chaozhi confirmed that the woman inside was Song Lan and looked decisively at the door handle.
I don't know who it is, but I locked the toilet door with an iron lock. It can't be opened without the key.
The fire behind him turned out to be bigger, and He Chaozhi was sweating more and more on his head.
Without hesitation, he decisively raised his foot and kicked towards the iron door.
"Wait, I'll come to save you right now!"
boom!
Boom!
The iron door collapsed suddenly, and Song Lan, who was huddled in the corner, raised her head tremblingly while being soaked to the skin. When she saw the tall figure rushing in from the door, her eyes instantly became wet.
"He Chaozhi..."
"Song Lan!"
He Chaozhi picked her up, held her tightly in his arms and comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here to save you, don't be afraid."
He saw the water stains on the ground and the bucket, and the corner of his mouth twitched in happiness.
Fortunately, this woman is not stupid.
If he had been trapped in the box, he would have been burned to ashes.
Fortunately, we are in a place with water, which is a blessing among misfortunes...
He Chaozhi ran out of the bathroom with Song Lan in his arms. When passing through the corridor, the burning cabinet in the corner shook and suddenly collapsed.
"He Chaozhi, be careful!" Song Lan screamed and watched as the cabinet hit He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi gritted his teeth and groaned, decisively pushing Song Lan forward.
His left arm was hit hard by the cabinet.
"He Chaozhi, He Chaozhi, are you okay!?"
Song Lan stood up shivering and rushed towards He Chaozhi.
The man's expensive windbreaker had been burned to pieces by the fire, and a hoarse gasp escaped from his throat.
He Chaozhi gasped, "It's okay."
He hid his injured left hand behind his back, hugged Song Lan with his other hand, and ran out in large strides.
"Song Lan, next time you encounter something like this, don't worry about me when you run away."
"……Why?"
"If you die too, I will feel very bad."
A few hours later, hospital.
Song Lan was sitting in front of the hospital bed, her face was blackened and her hair was messy and curled due to the fire.
She clasped her hands together as if praying, and looked at the man with a bandage on his left hand on the hospital bed with wet eyes.
"He Chaozhi, why didn't you tell me you were injured?"
He Chaozhi had just received an injection of analgesics. Except for his pale face and the inability to move his left arm, everything was normal.
"I'll tell you what to do, and I'll make you worry in vain." He Chaozhi was extremely calm, "It's fine as long as you come out alive, and your arm isn't broken. It's good."
After He Chaozhi was hit, Song Lan dragged him to the stairs, met Zhou Qu and others who came in for rescue, and sent them to the hospital in time.
Song Lan just inhaled some smoke and dust, but was not seriously injured.
He Chaozhi was in terrible condition. His left hand was fractured and his slender hand was bandaged, so he couldn't see the original shape.
If it weren't for He Chaozhi's injury, Song Lan would have really wanted to punch him.
"Can't you please soften your mouth?"
He Chaozhi: "No."
"I, He Chaozhi, do not have the word "submissive" in my dictionary."
Song Lan felt so angry that her chest hurt.
After a while, Zhou Qu came in with the investigation results.
"Mr. He, Miss Song." Zhou Qu leaned forward and handed over the documents, "We have investigated the cause of the arson. It was Aoife Magazine who locked Miss Song in the bathroom and deliberately set the fire in order to retaliate against Miss Song for suing them.
, it almost led to a tragedy, I have sued them and filed a case."
Next, the police department will arrest the arsonist and bring him to justice.
Song Lan's expression froze when she heard that this matter was done by Aoife Magazine.
"I just thought they were despicable, but I didn't expect them to be so cruel and cruel. They actually wanted to kill me in order to get rid of me."
Song Lan took a deep breath and felt a little sorry for He Chaozhi.
He Chaozhi's hand fracture this time was all caused by himself.
"He Chaozhi, I..."
"Stop apologizing. It was not you who was wrong." He Chaozhi stopped her.
Song Lan was grateful and knew that there would be no need to worry if the police took over the matter.
She stayed in the hospital to take care of He Chaozhi for a few days. One day, He Chaozhi was resting and Song Lan went out to fetch water.
A middle-aged man who looked like a secretary stopped her in the corridor.
"Are you Miss Song Lansong?" the other party asked with a smile.
"I am, you are?"
"Mr. He asked me to come to you. Mr. He said that he wanted you to go home and had a few questions to ask you." The secretary smiled.
