After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

After hearing these words, Qian Jiahong suddenly had bad images in his mind.

There was an explosion...So, is Mu Jingyue okay?

Just as the car suddenly turned around and headed over there, he saw from a distance thick black smoke swirling and gathering in the sky above, rising continuously in a dark mass. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the vehicles passing by directly caused a traffic jam, one after another, honking their horns non-stop, making their ears hurt.

Even with the police, they were unable to suppress the reporters and curious onlookers who suddenly appeared. They were blocked there. Seeing this, the two bodyguards quickly opened the car door and ran over there. Seeing this, Qian Jiahong took out twenty yuan from his pocket, threw it into the car, and ran out.

Passing through rows of vehicles and running through crowds of onlookers, even Qian Jiahong felt that he had never run so fast in his life.

As he ran, he thought anxiously, begging God to bless him and make sure Mu Jingyue would be okay.

But when he ran to the front, he was blocked by a row of police officers.

He anxiously watched the bodyguards walk past the police and head inside. Before he could say anything, one of the bodyguards who had already crossed the security line turned back and said something to the police before pushing Qian Jiahong inside.

Qian Jiahong looked at him in astonishment, then thanked him.

The bodyguard said with a serious face: "I only let you in because you know Mr. Mu and care so much about Miss Mu. Remember not to run around, understand?"

Qian Jiahong was silent for a few seconds before responding.

They passed by vehicles that were directly scrapped due to the sudden explosion. The original fire had long been put out by the firefighters who rushed over. Now there was only a little black and gray smoke floating around, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and burning.

He followed the bodyguard forward. Medical staff and police officers in white coats were cleaning up the scene in front. They carried out one person after another lying on stretchers from the pile of scrapped vehicles. Among them was the familiar face of the man who kidnapped Mu Jingyue.

Some bloodstains could be vaguely seen at the scene.

Mu Jingxian stood there, blocked by several doctors in white coats. He had lost his composure and dignity as President Mu, and was crying and shouting his sister's name. Not far away in front of him, a girl was lying on a stretcher covered in blood. A group of doctors and nurses were doing first aid measures for her. She even had several cardiac arrests, and CPR was being performed continuously.

She went through this process many times before she finally stabilized.

When Qian Jiahong saw this scene, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

At that moment, my mind went blank and my legs couldn't stop going weak.

Mu Jingyue, she is still...

The image of the girl's sweet smile on his face came to his mind, and a sour feeling welled up in his chest, even to the corners of his eyes.

Qian Jiahong simply couldn't accept the fact that the little girl was fine when she came to school this morning, but something like this happened after school in the evening.

He could never have imagined that the accident would happen so quickly.

He looked at the little girl covered in blood. Her face was pale and lifeless. She just lay there limply. His tears began to fall.

He took a step towards her, but was stopped by the police. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he wanted to run to her, there was always someone stopping him. In the end, he just watched her being carried into the ambulance and disappear from his sight...

……

Whenever Qian Jiahong thought of this scene while lying on the bed, he felt sad and wanted to cry.

He vaguely remembered the first time he cried so sadly, which was when his mother died in an accident.

He was sad for a long time during that period, and that incident indirectly changed him. He became cold and no longer willing to get close to or trust anyone.

So much so that he didn't shed a single tear when his father died.

But this time, he finally met the girl who made his heart beat. He said again and again that he would protect her, but she was in danger every time, including this time.

He is really useless.

How can I, who am so incompetent, protect her?

Thinking of this, Qian Jiahong couldn't stop sobbing again.

The lights in the room were not on, and tears just slid down his cheeks to his ears, wetting not only his ears but also the pillow.

He spent the past week without eating or drinking, occasionally taking out his mobile phone to check the official news to see if there was any news about Mu Jingyue's recovery.

After all, when Mu Jingyue was sent to the hospital that time, he thought about following him there, thinking that it was most likely that hospital. He sneaked over but was stopped outside the door. He took the initiative to call President Mu, but President Mu never answered the phone.

He wandered outside the hospital for many days and finally waited for Mu Jingyue's maid Yuli, but Yuli ignored him directly. Even though he pestered her, she still said nothing...

He felt like no one in the world wanted him to get close to her, even though he was so worried about her.

But later Qian Jiahong thought about it and realized that maybe it was because he had boasted in front of Mu Jingxian and Mu Jingyue that he would protect Mu Jingyue for the rest of his life, but he failed to do so every time, so Mu Jingxian no longer believed him and stopped him outside and did not allow him to visit.

This should be the punishment from God.

He should have known that.

Thinking of this, Qian Jiahong curled up and hugged himself.

He regretted over and over again that he was so useless.

If I had taken the initiative to follow her after school and stopped her behind me, would nothing have happened?

It’s a pity that there is no word “if” in the world. After all, this thing has already happened.

Qian Jiahong was lying on the bed, lost in thought, and didn't even notice the knock on the door.

In the end, I was so lost in thought that I fell asleep with tears in my eyes because my body was extremely weak.

Mr. Li, the head teacher, couldn't get through to Qian Jiahong's home phone during the past few days. He thought that the reason why he didn't come to school was because of the kidnapping case of Mu Jingyue. He thought the child would be fine in a few days, but he didn't expect that the phone was still unreachable after six or seven days. He was a little worried, so he directly found Qian Jiahong's home based on the information in the student file.