"Ah..." Xia Chenxi awoke suddenly, sweating, pale as paper, panting ceaselessly. She stroked the position of the fierce mouth slowly. Her fierce mouth had no scar.
That shot clearly hit her in the mouth.
Xiao Qi shot her.
She tried hard to think of something else, but in her mind, Buddha had a steel knife and kept poking her. Her nerves were in pain. Xia Chenxi shrunk herself into a ball, and her eyes were moist
It's just a dream.
It's just a dream.
There are no scars on her, it's not true, it's not true.
It's just a dream.
How could Xiao Qi shoot her.
No way!
A flash of lightning, thunder roared, summer dawn suddenly wake up, Tang night white?
Just as she was about to open the quilt and get out of bed, Mr. Lin pushed in the door and brought ginger soup. Because of the typhoon and rainstorm, the power was cut off on the mountain, everything was blurred in the night, and the pale face of summer morning sun was hidden in the night.
Mr. Lin lit a candle, and the weak light of the fire lit up the room.
Xia Chenxi sees Tang Yebai lying on the carpet, covered with a thin quilt, but she sleeps in □.
Is he OK?
Xia Chenxi has some fears and looks weak.
For the first time, she saw Tang Yebai so weak.
"Miss Xia, drink the ginger soup to drive away the cold." Said Mr. Lin.
"Old uncle, you call me dawn. How about Tang Yebai? Is everything ok?" She asked anxiously.
"It's not a big problem. Fortunately, there's no fracture. It's not a big problem. Maybe he'll hit his head hard and be unconscious. When he wakes up, he'll go to the hospital for a detailed examination. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Xia Chenxi breathed a sigh of relief and thought of the dream again.
The heartless eyes of the youth, the heartless pulling the trigger.
Tang Yebai is desperate to help.
She covered her head and began to ache again.
"Morning, are you ok?"
"It's OK." Xia Chenxi said, carrying ginger soup
"What's the matter with you?"
Xia Chenxi told the story again, but she didn't know why her brake had problems. "I only went to the maintenance last week, but I didn't expect an accident, which implicated Tang Yebai. Fortunately, he was ok, otherwise..."
Otherwise, she doesn't know what she's going to do.
Mr. Lin said with a broad-minded smile, "it's the boy's duty to save his woman. It's you who carry him all the way up the mountain. It's even harder. You look at your feet and you don't know how many cuts you've cut. You don't pay attention to it yourself."
Summer morning light moved small foot Ya son, slightly wry smile.
She didn't have the heart to notice that her foot was hurt. She just wanted to carry him on her back.
"You drink ginger soup, sleep first. The typhoon is too strong and the line is broken. When you wake up tomorrow, it may be better."
Xia Chenxi thanks the old man. After he goes out, Xia Chenxi lies down again.
Toss and turn, can't sleep.
Outside the window, the wind roared and the rain poured down.
Slapping at the window.
Xia Chenxi side head, see lying on the carpet Tang Yebai, the old gentleman room is not enough, only a master bedroom, a study and a guest room, the guest room is Tang Yebai usually live.
Fortunately, it was big enough. He spread a quilt on the carpet. Tang Yebai used the cup as a bed.
Xia Chenxi has a slight ache in her heart.
If it was not for saving her, Tang Yebai would not have made it like this.
She was very self reproached.
Xia Chenxi couldn't sleep and thought about the scene in her dream. Her mood was very complicated.
There is no wound in the mouth. It's not a memory, it's just a dream?
If memory, she should hate Xiao Qi.
I saw a sister in the book city review said that such a windy car is actually a manual transmission. Here's an explanation. Most of the sports cars in the world are self-contained. It's boring to drive the automatic gear in a sports car. What you want is manual gear.
There are steering wheel blades and clutch baffles in manual gear. Most of them are steering wheel blades now. Some Lamborghini still keep the original design and original power starting.
With Tang Chenxi's strong character, you can't drive a car automatically.
In addition, automatic transmission is prohibited in the world racing track, and it is all manual gear.
So, girls, it's the master who starts to block. I'm also a master, ha ha.
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