Chapter 701 Overheard Conversation (1)

Su Zhinian's good-tempered silence made Song Qingchun feel even more sad.

This is a floor dozens of meters high. If you fall from above, even if there is an inflatable air bag below, you may die at any time. Why did he jump down after her?

If there was no safety air cushion underneath, would he die with her at this moment?

Song Qingchun simply imagined such a scene in his mind alone, and his face was instantly frightened and the color drained away.

She had no joy at all after escaping from death. Instead, her mind was filled with deep fear. Such fear made her a little excited. As she cried, she shouted at Su Zhinian in a high-pitched voice: "Do you know what it means if you jump down?"

"Are you stupid? Do you know that you will probably die if you do this!"

She was pushed down, but he jumped down by himself. Even though he was so desperate for her, she was still a little angry...

After Song Qingchun was so angry that he yelled at Su Zhinian, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and started beating him.

Su Zhinian couldn't dodge, and even if he could, he wouldn't dodge.

Although the force she slapped on him was not very strong, the pain in his body began to expand.

He tried hard to steady his mind and prevent himself from groaning.

Song Qingchun's tears fell one by one as her hand landed on his shoulder. In the end, she might have been frightened by him, or she might have been frightened by such a thrilling scene. Frightened, she suddenly lay softly on his shoulder, like a child, said "Wow" and cried loudly.

While she was crying, she was still angry and scolding him inarticulately.

Frankly speaking, Su Zhinian really didn't understand what Song Qingchun said, but fortunately, when he was in contact with people, he could read the other person's inner thoughts, so he knew what she said. .

"Su Zhinian, are you sick? Why did you jump down?"

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if something happened?"

"Do you know, you are scaring me to death, wuwuwu..."

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more she felt incomprehensible and resentful. She instinctively opened her mouth to bite Su Zhinian's shoulder, but as soon as her teeth touched his coat, she heard him cough heavily, and then something Something sprayed on her hair.

Song Qingchun froze for a moment, then subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his hair, which felt sticky to the touch.

She slowly raised her hand to her eyes and saw bright red blood on her fingers.

She seemed stunned and didn't move at all. After a while, she slowly turned her head and looked at Su Zhinian.

There was blood all over his chin, and there were streaks of blood flowing out from his tight lips.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian, opened his mouth with difficulty, and with great effort, he said in a sobbing voice: "Su Zhinian, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Su Zhinian coughed intermittently again, his breathing became more and more constricted, and dense sweat began to pour out on his forehead. The blood in his mouth flowed out even more. Song Qingchun stretched out his hand in panic and covered it. She closed his mouth and tried to slow down the flow of blood, but her hands were soon stained red.