The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Lan Xinhui also kept a close eye on the situation in the pool, seeing that the boy sank for a long time without getting up, she stood up worriedly and walked to Wang Zichen's side.

Wang Zichen grabbed her hand and motioned her not to be nervous.

Lan Xinhui looked at him, seeing that he was still calm and calm at this moment, she felt relieved a little.

When she turned her gaze back into the pool, she saw a string of bubbles popping up on the surface of the pool, and after a short while, a head popped out with a "wow".

The young man wiped the water off his face with his hand, breathed heavily, and said, "Wow! The water below is so cold!"

Lan Xinhui breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with Wang Zichen, and he led her back to the place where they were sitting before.

In the pool, the boy who had just dived said to his little friend, "The water below is so deep! I haven't even dived to the bottom yet!"

He greeted his friends without knowing the depth: "Go down and have a look together!"

"You're scary!" His little friends said in unison, and at the same time picked up water and sprinkled it on him.

"Hey, you—" The boy swam over to catch up with his little friend while dodging, but the two little friends swam so far flexibly that he couldn't catch up at all.

He suddenly stopped swimming: "Hey, I have cramps in my feet, come and help me!"

As soon as one of the little friends heard this, he immediately turned around and swam over, but the other said, "Cut! Only the devil will believe you, you play this trick every time!" As he spoke, he picked up the water again and sprinkled it over .

The friends who were going to swim over heard the words and stopped swimming.

"No, this time it's true..." The boy sank after finishing speaking, "Oh, ouch, save..."

Lan Xinhui and Wang Zichen felt relieved when they saw the young man emerging from the water and seeing him chasing his little friend to swim outside.

"Still hungry? I remember that there is still a bottle of eight-treasure porridge." Wang Zichen opened the backpack again and began to search.

Lan Xinhui also stretched her head to look at his backpack, she joked with a smile: "Your backpack is amazing, why does it have everything?"

"It doesn't have everything," Wang Zichen said with a smile: "At least there are no beauties. How about I put you in?"

Just as they were talking and laughing, a shrill voice suddenly came over: "A Biao, A Biao—"

Lan Xinhui and Wang Zichen suddenly turned their heads to look into the pool, only to see the three teenagers playing just now, only one remained.

On the surface of the water not far in front of him, a string of blisters was emerging.

"Someone is drowning." Someone yelled in panic.

"Another person has sunk!" Another person said, "I tried to pull him up, but he was dragged down instead."

"A Fei, A Fei!" The boy's voice at this time was trembling with fear and crying deeply.

Wang Zichen's face changed, he hurriedly said to Lan Xinhui: "I'll go down and have a look, you don't want to go down!"

Lan Xinhui took the wallet, mobile phone and car keys from him with a solemn expression: "Be careful!"

Wang Zichen didn't even have time to take off his clothes, so he jumped into the pool and swam towards the bewildered young man: "Where did they sink?"

The boy cried and pointed to a place.

Wang Zichen spotted the location, took a deep breath, and dived down.

Lan Xinhui followed to the pool, and she stared nervously at the surface of the water.

She had gone into the water to save people several times before, but after going down by herself, she didn't think about anything, she just wanted to rescue people as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, she watched Wang Zichen go to save others, but her heart was tightly clenched.

Time passed by second by second, and Lan Xinhui stared nervously at the pool, feeling that every second seemed to be extraordinarily long.