God, your chapter H has been locked by me

Wei Ning and the editor-in-chief almost rushed to the scene of the incident, but the fire alarm hadn't arrived yet. The fire was so intense that half the building burst into flames. The thick black smoke almost covered the entire sky, and a large crowd surrounded the restaurant. People, the people in the building were screaming and running out, Wei Ning rushed to take two panoramic shots, and without thinking about talking, he stuffed the camera into the editor-in-chief's arms and rushed to the door of the restaurant to help evacuate the crowd.

The scene was very chaotic, some ran out despite being frightened, and some joined in the fun and squeezed in without fear of death. Wei Ning and a few enthusiastic citizens helped to maintain order, but he himself was pushed to the side and staggered. , Wei Ning suddenly saw a little girl lying on the ground crying, and the people behind stepped on the child, Wei Ning was startled, and stopped immediately, but the voice was swallowed by the noise, Wei Ning was impatient, and rushed without saying a word He used to push away the people behind him, and just bent down to pick up the little girl, but he didn't know who pushed him, but Wei Ning threw himself down and protected the little girl, and then he was kicked hard in the back.Wei Ning tried to stand up in pain, but failed several times. The little girl was crying in his arms. Wei Ning heard the siren of the fire engine and cursed in a muffled voice.

"Spread out! Scatter!" The voice of the police came from the loudspeaker, and the crowd was forcibly evacuated by the fire alarm. Wei Ning was helped up by a firefighter. Turning his head, he saw the editor-in-chief with a sullen face and fierce eyes.

"Why are you crowding here? Protect the camera..." Before Wei Ning finished speaking, he was pulled outside the cordon by the editor-in-chief, and then pressed his shoulder: "From now on, leave the scene to me, you Responsible for finding parents for this child, don't let me see you in the cordon, or you will get out of the magazine!"

"..." Wei Ning was taken aback, feeling in a daze that the fire was on the head of the editor-in-chief, and he was beaten for no reason. He couldn't contradict the leader, and felt aggrieved, but the editor-in-chief didn't give him time to vent. , turned around and hurried to the fire officers and soldiers to investigate the situation.

With a dark face, Wei Ning looked down at the little girl. The child was still crying. He sighed, took out a tissue and squatted down, and wiped her face: "Did you fall? Does it hurt?"

The little girl was terrified. She just cried and didn't speak. Wei Ning sighed and rubbed her head: "Ancestor, let's cry for a while. Shall I take you to find your mother?"

"Mom..." The little girl sobbed, and turned to look at the restaurant where the fire was spreading, tears streaming down her face as if she didn't want money, he grabbed the hem of Wei Ning's clothes and dragged it down desperately, Wei Ning grabbed the little girl's hand Only then did she realize that she was holding an asthma spray in her hand.

"Is this for your mother?" Wei Ning thumped in his heart, and immediately grabbed the little girl's shoulder: "Your mother has asthma?"

The little girl's expression was blank, and she didn't speak for a long time. Wei Ning almost died of panic, only to hear the child whisper: "Mom is not feeling well... let me take the medicine..."

"Fuck!" Wei Ning scolded, immediately picked up the child, pulled up the cordon and rushed in. A firefighter watched and rushed over to stop him with a baton. Wei Ning struggled a bit: "Brother Son! This kid's mother is in the fire, and he has asthma, hurry up and save him!"

"I understand the situation, you retreat outside the cordon first, it's too dangerous!" The firefighter said, and saw officers and soldiers rushing out with liquefied gas tanks on their backs, and then the two rushed up to put out the fire with high-pressure water guns.Wei Ning glanced at the hustle and bustle at the command center. The officers and soldiers here were anxious to let the masses evacuate. He estimated that when his message would be passed to the frontline firefighters, he was anxious and sent the child there. The officers and soldiers pushed forward and ran towards the fire truck.

"Hey! What's the matter with you!" The shouts of the firefighters behind him were quickly drowned out. Wei Ning clearly felt the heat wave around him. He looked around and soon found the editor-in-chief and the team leader who was directing the firefighting beside him. He ran over and explained the situation.The captain immediately issued an order, and found that the female wounded must be rescued first, and then looked at Wei Ning with a serious face: "In the future, you can tell the officers and soldiers, and the medicine will be delivered to 12o, it is too dangerous for you to rush in like this! "

"I was in a hurry and didn't think too much..."

"Okay!" the editor-in-chief interrupted Wei Ning. The captain was very busy and quickly turned around to explain the task to the officers and soldiers. The editor-in-chief dragged Wei Ning out. For the ambulance, ask about the number of injured people and their condition, and then follow the crowd to the evacuation point."

Wei Ning walked quickly, stunned for a moment: "What about you?"

"Stop moaning! There are still a dozen or so liquefied gas tanks inside, which may explode at any time!" The editor-in-chief glared at Wei Ning, pushed him away, and then walked to the cordon to help evacuate the crowd. Wei Ning frowned. Wrinkled, turned around and ran to the ambulance, told the medical staff about the situation, but did not listen to the editor-in-chief to evacuate, but helped carry the wounded. From his position, the editor-in-chief's back could be seen flickering in the distance .

When everyone was busy saving people, there was a sudden bang, the ground shook, a huge fireball exploded from a window on the second floor, and then bricks, cement blocks, and wood blocks were blasted into the air with sparks. The crowd screamed in panic, and ran away with their heads in their arms. Wei Ning protected a wounded man, followed the medical staff to retreat, and turned his face to look at the editor-in-chief, but he couldn't focus on one point because of the crowd. Wei Ning sucked in a breath of air when the cement block hit him, the editor-in-chief was much closer to the explosion point than him... An unprecedented panic suddenly enveloped Wei Ning.

The first explosion had just subsided, followed by chain explosions. Many onlookers were injured by bricks, and some front-line officers and soldiers were buried in cement piles. Fire trucks kept coming to rescue them. The scene was chaotic. There was no chance to get close to the incident area, but the ambulances evacuated repeatedly.

"Are you okay?" The emergency doctor next to him asked, and Wei Ning realized that his ankle was scratched by a steel bar, and there was a bloody gash of seven or eight centimeters. He was pulled aside by the doctor to bandage him, and the doctor asked him, "Are you usually Do you have symptoms of anemia?"

"No?" Wei Ning shook his head.

"No, you are very anemic now..." The doctor looked at Wei Ning's pale face: "Do you have difficulty breathing, cold hands and feet?"

"Uh..." Just as Wei Ning was about to answer, he heard a reporter yelling over there. He was startled, stood up suddenly, his mind buzzed, and his eyes went dark for a while. The doctor stretched out his hand to help him, but was caught by him Breaking away, Wei Ning ran towards the reporter calling without thinking about anything.

In a hurry to get rid of the crowd, Wei Ning saw several medical staff coming over carrying a stretcher. His heart beat wildly, but he squeezed over and found a woman on the stretcher, wearing a ventilator.He anxiously turned his head and continued to search, and saw the editor-in-chief in the crowd carrying the stretcher. The moment the editor-in-chief raised his head, the eyes of the two intertwined.

Only for a few seconds, Wei Ning seemed to feel that time stood still, and then the blood in his whole body was congealed together, and he could not move as if he had been acupunctured.Someone around him squeezed him, Wei Ning staggered, and saw the editor-in-chief put down the work in his hand, and rushed over, but the distance was only five steps away, because the crowd was crowded for a long time before he could squeeze over, Wei Ning's face was stiff, and he twitched The corner of the mouth: "Fuck you, Han Jianguo! You fucking scared me to death! Next time you encounter something like this, please get closer to me... Fuck! There will be no next time!"

When the editor-in-chief grabbed his hand, Wei Ning realized that his palms were covered in cold sweat, his fingertips were cold and still trembling, he took a deep breath, and heard the editor-in-chief approaching him and saying, "How can you still be a reporter with this psychological quality? After entering this line of work, there is nothing else to do in this life, just wait for the next time!" The editor-in-chief said and squeezed Wei Ning's hand: "Man! Cry out and I'll fire you."

"Fuck off! I'm crying for your sister!" Wei Ning glared at the editor-in-chief angrily, the two eyes became entangled again, the editor-in-chief frowned, and his fingers became stronger. When he looked away, Wei Ning saw his lips move Moved, seemed to say something, subconsciously blurted out: "What?"

The editor-in-chief dragged him out without saying a word, but he couldn't help but ask again: "I didn't hear what you said?"

The editor-in-chief stopped abruptly, and Wei Ning almost bumped into him. The editor-in-chief turned around and stared at Wei Ning's face, pulled him towards him, and said word by word: "I said—that you who was about to cry just now That look makes me want to pin you down, kiss you, fuck you."

Wei Ning was startled, and then his face turned red.

"You...can you be more shameless!"

The editor-in-chief smiled, and pulled him to continue walking outside: "Well, so I restrained myself."

"Fuck..." Wei Ning turned his head away and cursed, but his heart was numb.

Cough... To be honest, this idea also went around in his mind when he found out that the editor-in-chief was fine just now...

After nearly two hours, the fire was brought under control. Wei Ning followed the editor-in-chief to finish the follow-up investigation, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.The scene of the fire was a mess, Wei Ning took a few photos with his camera, the editor-in-chief drove over, sat in and began browsing the captured photos.

"It's really tragic. I heard that the kitchen staff left the fire on. It's a crime!" Wei Ning sighed: "Fortunately, the child's mother was rescued, and I'm a little comforted..." Wei Ning suddenly Staring wide-eyed, he found that the editor-in-chief had actually captured the image of the explosion, and he looked at the editor-in-chief in disbelief: "You still remembered to take pictures at that time?"

"Professional inertia." The editor-in-chief said, opened the car window, and took a puff: "However, you taught me a lesson today. In this line of work, life safety is always the first priority, not professionalism and justice. .”

"Uh...I apologize to you for my rash behavior today, but..." Wei Ning scratched his head: "I don't think I'm wrong. What I did today was not entirely out of being a reporter. I don’t have time to worry too much about saving a life every minute.”

The editor-in-chief took another puff of the cigarette, and the smoke came out. He slowly turned his head with a conniving expression: "Wei Ning, I won't ask you to change your principles and restrain yourself from justice. These are the things that attract me. But, I hope You understand that no matter what decisions and behaviors you make, you are no longer alone, and I will be worried, worried, and even afraid. I believe no one can empathize with this emotion more than you.”

Wei Ning froze holding the camera, and heard the editor-in-chief's voice say flatly: "Put away the camera, come here."

Wei Ning completed the action explained by the editor-in-chief in a strange way, and then leaned forward. The editor-in-chief held his face, lowered his head and kissed his lips lightly, and the strong smell of tobacco came over. The editor-in-chief whispered: "You You are no longer free, you are no longer unrestrained, you no longer have enough food for one person and the whole family is not hungry, you have more responsibilities and worries, and you also have one more weakness and weakness, this is love."

The eyes of the two people intertwined, the editor-in-chief's eyes were deep, full of the maturity and stability of a man, and also full of the vicissitudes and tolerance tempered by the years, just like a glass of old wine, the seductive The aroma comes out from the bones, making people intoxicated.

Wei Ning reckons that he probably won't be able to resist the fatal charm of the editor-in-chief in his life. He can't resist the temptation, and he can't catch up.

The naive idea of ​​being the editor-in-chief's first lover, like a little woman, flashed in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. No matter how many times it was, he was bound to be the one who finished the job, and he had experienced emotional experience, and had already The editor-in-chief who has cultivated to the highest level is accepted, and will never be released again.

Thinking of this, Wei Ning grabbed the editor-in-chief's shoulder and kissed it. This time he stood up and knelt on the edge of the editor-in-chief's chair. The editor's fingertips still held a cigarette. Wei Ning took it over and buried it in the ashtray Then he pressed the switch to close the window. With the sound of the window closing, he pressed the editor-in-chief on the seat and kissed him deeply.