Chapter 4353 What Kind of President, Isn't It Fragrant to Set up a Stall? (158)

"I'm fine, how are you?"

Seeing that Su Qiao was really fine, Chu Jingchen was relieved.

After tearing off the airbag, Su Qiao discovered that Chu Jingchen was bleeding on his forehead

Apparently it hit the steering wheel before.

Chu Jingchen touched his forehead, but touched the blood on his hand, but he was not worried.

"My forehead is fine, but my feet are stuck. You go down first and call someone to help me."

Su Qiao looked at the dangling front of the car and was a little anxious.

Once she got off, the car might lose its balance, and it would be too late to call anyone.

Ordinary people, no one dares to come forward to save people.

She immediately pinned the knife behind her waist, and bent over to help him, trying to get rid of the iron piece that caught his leg and the deformed door.

Chu Jingchen hurriedly stopped her: "no, hurry up, I smelled oil and the fuel tank was damaged."

"No, let's go together." How could Su Qiao let him die here alone? Stubbornly smashed the deformed door and iron pieces.

Chu Jingchen smelled the more and more oily smell, and then looked at the turbulent river surface below, and became more anxious: "let's go, it's too late if you don't go, my legs are too tight, and I won't be able to get it out for a while. come out."

Su Qiao's hands were all red, and she didn't open the deformed car door and front iron plate. She was a little irritable.

Hearing his old chatter, he couldn't help yelling at him: "Shut up, don't talk."

"Now listen to me, close your eyes, don't open them unless I tell you, or you won't want to marry me."

Chu Jingchen opened his mouth, but when he saw Su Qiao staring at him fiercely, he didn't dare, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Su Qiao asked Xiao Si to look around, raised his hand and took out the golden long sword from the space, and then slashed quickly.

Finally, he put away the long sword, opened some iron fragments, and then kicked the broken door on his side.

Hearing the loud noise, Chu Jingchen finally couldn't help opening his eyes.

"Walk."

Before he could take a closer look, Su Qiao had already pushed him out of the car, and he jumped out of the car and rolled to his side.

"Little Joe, are you alright?"

As soon as Chu Jingchen hugged Su Qiao, the car lost its balance, fell down, and fell into the river with a 'bang'.

"Stop talking, I'll stop the bleeding first."

Just as Su Qiao was about to reach out to stop the bleeding, Chu Jingchen hugged her tightly: "it's okay, it's just a little blood, and it won't die."

"It's okay, you're okay, I'm okay, we can still be together, just now I thought, I'll never see you again, I..."

Su Qiao didn't have any romantic cells at all, so she pulled him up and said, "Shut up and go to the hospital to bandage the wound."

As for the others, someone will call 110 to call the police, and there will also be traffic police to deal with it.

Gu Hualei, it's best to die in the river, otherwise, he will look good.

However, Gu Hualei had a great life, and he didn't die in the end, but it wasn't much better. He hit his head and turned into a vegetative state. Whether he would wake up, or when he would wake up, it was uncertain.

Mrs. Gu also wanted to trouble Su Qiao, but when she heard that Su Qiao was going to sue her son for murder, she immediately persuaded her.

Their family was in trouble, and their former relatives and friends had long since cut off contact with them, and they were hiding far away, for fear of getting caught in a show.

Mrs. Gu, who used to be high above, is now inferior to ordinary women, and has become so poor that she can hardly even live in a single room in a rental house.

Of course, her son Gu Hualei couldn't afford to live in a sanatorium, so he could only take him back to the small rental house to take care of himself.