"I'm fine, how are you?"
Chu Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Su Qiao was indeed fine.
After pulling off the airbag, Su Qiao discovered that Chu Jingchen was bleeding on his forehead.
Apparently it had hit the steering wheel before.
Chu Jingchen touched his forehead and found blood on his hand, but he was not worried.
"My forehead is fine, but my foot is stuck. Go down first and call someone to help me."
Su Qiao looked at the front of the car hanging in the air and felt a little anxious.
Once she got off, the car might lose balance, and it would be too late to call for help.
Ordinary people didn’t dare to come forward to rescue.
She immediately put the knife behind her waist, bent down and went over to help him, trying to remove the iron sheet that was stuck on his leg and the deformed door.
Chu Jingchen hurriedly stopped her: "No, go quickly, I smell oil, the fuel tank is damaged."
"No, let's go together." How could Su Qiao leave him here alone to die? He stubbornly tried to pry open the deformed door and iron sheet.
Chu Jingchen smelled the increasingly strong smell of oil, and then looked at the rolling waves on the river below, becoming more and more anxious: "Hurry up, it will be too late if we don't leave now. My legs are stuck too tightly, and I can't get them out for a while."
Su Qiao's hands were twisted red, but he still couldn't open the deformed car door and the front iron plate, and he was getting a little annoyed.
Hearing him chattering all the time, I couldn't help but yell at him: "Shut up, don't talk."
"Now listen to me, close your eyes, and don't open them unless I tell you to, or don't even think about marrying me."
Chu Jingchen opened his mouth, but seeing Su Qiao glaring at him fiercely, he dared not to, and quickly closed his eyes.
Su Qiao asked Xiao Si to look around, then he raised his hand and took out a golden sword from the space, and then he started chopping quickly.
Finally, he put away his sword, cleared away some iron fragments, and then kicked the broken door on his side.
Hearing the loud noise, Chu Jingchen finally couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Walk."
Before he could take a closer look, Su Qiao had already pushed him out of the car, and he also jumped out of the car and rolled to his side.
"Xiao Qiao, are you okay?"
As soon as Chu Jingchen hugged Su Qiao, the car lost its balance and fell down, falling into the river with a "bang".
"Stop talking, I'll stop your bleeding first."
Su Qiao was about to reach out to stop the bleeding, but Chu Jingchen hugged her tightly: "It's okay, it's just a little bleeding, you won't die."
"Fortunately, you are fine, I am fine too, and we can still be together. Just now I thought I would never see you again, I..."
Su Qiao had no romantic instinct at all. She pulled him up and said, "Shut up and go to the hospital to bandage your wound."
As for the others, someone will call 110 to report the incident, and the traffic police will come to handle it.
It would be better for Gu Hualei to die in the river, otherwise he will be in trouble.
However, Gu Hualei was lucky and did not die in the end. But his condition was not much better. He hit his head and became a vegetable. It was impossible to be sure whether he would wake up or when he would wake up.
Mrs. Gu originally wanted to cause trouble for Su Qiao, but when she heard that Su Qiao was going to sue her son for murder, she immediately backed down.
Their family had met with misfortune, and their former friends and relatives had long since cut off contact with them, staying away from them for fear of getting involved in the scandal.
Mrs. Gu, who was once high and mighty, is now worse than an ordinary woman. She is so poor that she can hardly afford to live in a single room in a rental house.
Of course, her son Gu Hualei couldn't afford to live in a nursing home, so she had to take him back to the small rental house and take care of him herself.