Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Through the faint light, she saw Chen Xiaoting nodded. When she was about to speak, the unpleasant smell from the trunk of the car came into her nose again, making her feel sick.

Chen Xiaoting patted Qin Jing's back for a while, "Jingjing, besides wanting to vomit, do you feel any discomfort?"

Qin Jing shook his head and subconsciously touched his abdomen. Fortunately, apart from nausea and vomiting, there was no other discomfort.

She looked around the trunk of the car and saw a place where light could shine through, "You made that?"

Chen Xiaoting nodded, and she brought up the matter she had been busy with before Qin Jing, "I just wrote a distress message on a piece of paper, and now we are gradually throwing the paper outside. Let the wind blow, wherever it goes. "[

She saw that there were indeed a lot of torn pieces of paper piled up next to it, and Qin Jing looked at the light-transmitting slit again, feeling sick again, and there was even a slight fishy smell.

She endured the nausea, "Xiaoting, these papers are too loose. If there is a strong wind when we throw them out, they will be gone soon. Is there any paper left?"

When Chen Xiaoting heard this, she quickly put the remaining paper in front of Qin Jing, "Yes. I'm afraid my mother hasn't cut paper for a long time, and she can do it by hand. I bought a lot of rice paper for her to practice on."

Qin Jing patted Yi's stuffy chest. The faint light from the carriage could see that it was white rice paper. She nodded and swallowed the acid water in her throat with nausea.

"Xiaoting, don't write. Writing is too time-consuming. Don't write any phone numbers. Just write the three letters "SOS"! This is an international distress call, and people with common sense know that it is a distress call." the meaning of!"

As soon as Qin Jing finished speaking, Chen Xiaoting's eyes lit up instantly. She also felt that it was a waste of time to write the words "help" just now, and her fingers were worn out. If she only wrote three letters, it would be much easier!

"You are in charge of writing, and I am in charge of going through the gap point by point, getting the paper out without breaking it, we are going to make a long strip, the car keeps moving forward, we keep putting it outside, so that it will attract attention !"

Chen Xiaoting nodded, Qin Jing moved to the position of the car light with difficulty, first knead|twist the front section of paper into a hemp rope shape, and then put the hemp rope shape, so that the paper will not be scratched by the speed of the car.

At intervals, she reveals the three big characters of SOS, and then rolls it into a hemp rope shape. The length of the paper is limited. When putting together the second piece of paper, pinch it tightly and then tie a knot until there is a certain amount of pile. , Qin Jing began to slowly walk along the gap, putting the twisted paper out of the car.

The more you put it outside, the more the hearts of the two women feel better in the trunk of the car. They don't know what road the car is on, so they can only keep praying in their hearts, hoping that someone will see it, hope that someone will see it ...

The more words she wrote, the more uncomfortable Qin Jing's nose became, and the pantothenic acid in her stomach became more and more obvious. She pressed her stomach, and she said, "Good boy, mom is running for her life now. Don't be so naughty, it makes my mother always nauseous with pantothenic acid."

"Xiaoting, do you feel the fishy smell is getting stronger?"

Chen Xiaoting paused while writing, curled her fingers into her palms, and then laughed hoarsely, "The trunks of cars are like this. I don't care about any groceries or dirty goods. Maybe this trunk will be closed to us the day before." I just put a box of fish in there!"

Qin Jing nodded thoughtfully. Although she had some doubts, but there were other things to do imminently, she continued her previous actions.