The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 2687 Artificial Respiration
The little fish seemed to know that Mo Xiaobai was holding something delicious, so they swam over and surrounded her.

The crumbled crumbs float in the sea and are quickly eaten.

Seeing Xiaoyu eating so happily, Mo Xiaobai narrowed his eyes with a smile, not aware of what Meng Zhanyang was doing.

The happy time always passed quickly, the oxygen tank was almost used up, and Meng Zhanyang asked Lamo Xiaobai to float up.

At this time, a cold current came, and Mo Xiaobai shivered, kicking his feet hastily, trying to surface the sea as soon as possible, but he didn't want the air pipe of the oxygen cylinder to hang on the coral.

She broke the joint as soon as she struggled hard, and the salty sea water poured into her mouth through the pipe in an instant.

"Hmm..." She slapped Meng Zhanyang anxiously.

As soon as Meng Zhanyang turned his head, he saw countless bubbles coming out of the oxygen cylinder Mo Xiaobai was carrying.

He immediately took out the respirator from his mouth and stuffed it into Mo Xiaobai's mouth.

He was holding Mo Xiaobai's respirator in his hand and wanted to put it back on, but a huge ocean current rushed in and rushed the two of them deeper into the seabed.

The sudden chill of the ocean current made the two feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Meng Zhanyang's hands were shaking from the cold, and he couldn't move freely.

He made a decisive decision and returned to the sea surface holding his breath.

The obstruction of the ocean current greatly reduced the speed of the two people's ascent.

Misfortunes never come singly, Meng Zhanyang's feet suddenly cramp.

His body sank, making Mo Xiaobai clearly feel his gravity.

Meng Zhanyang's handsome face was wrinkled in pain, and he was floating in the water, unable to move.

In such an emergency, Mo Xiaobai broke out in a cold sweat. She seemed to have heard the footsteps of death.

The fear in my heart instantly replaced joy.

Her brain could no longer think, and out of instinct, she hugged Meng Zhanyang's waist with one hand, and she would never abandon him.

Pushing hard with her feet and paddling with her hands, just when she was about to despair, she saw the sea level.

Although it was slow, she never gave up her desire to survive.

In the process of going up, Meng Zhanyang struggled a few times, spit out a lot of air bubbles, and then there was no more movement.

Mo Xiaobai was terrified, even more frightened.

When she finally came out of the sea, she slapped Meng Zhanyang vigorously, but Meng Zhanyang buried his head in the water and remained motionless.

There was still nearly a hundred meters away from the beach, and even Mo Xiaobai didn't know where she got so much strength. Although she was exhausted, she still dragged Meng Zhanyang to the beach.

The French driver who was making lunch came forward to help and carried Meng Zhanyang to the beach.

"Give him artificial respiration quickly." Mo Xiaobai was so anxious that his eyes were filled with tears, one layer after another, full, more and more filled.

The French driver couldn't hear what Mo Xiaobai said at all, and babbled a lot.

Mo Xiaobai cried and shouted: "Give him artificial respiration quickly, do you have common sense, don't you know how to first aid for drowning?"

Although Mo Xiaobai had never learned first aid, she had watched a lot of TV, so she decided to try it herself.

He pinched Meng Zhanyang's nose with one hand, opened his mouth with the other, took a deep breath, and passed it into his mouth.

Meng Zhanyang's lips were so cold, he was not angry at all.

Meng Zhanyang did not respond after artificial respiration once, and squeezed his chest again.

His lips were so icy and cold, without the slightest warmth, and even their lips were dark purple.

She cried and shouted: "Meng Zhanyang, wake up, wake up..."

Tears flowed into my mouth, saltier than sea water.

(End of this chapter)