The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Qiao Yaruan's foot was a puppet, if he hadn't fallen into his arms, he might have fallen.

Feng Feng's face was ugly, and the whole body felt the coldness.

Feng Feng held her uninjured arm, her eyes were cold, "Don't you die?"

It was so full of anger, with an unobtrusive worry.

If before, Qiao Yaruan dare to ask him to save his father with great care, but now she is the only one who has no right to ask, but must ask him.

"They said, only you can save my father." Qiao Yaruan said, his voice almost humbled into the dust.

Feng Feng's strength in holding her arm increased a bit. From her attitude, he could see that she knew it!

An inexplicable anger surrounded him at this moment, complicated and urgent.

He didn't know whether this anger was used to cover up his emotions because he was afraid that Qiao Yaruan knew the truth, or he hated her who killed Qi Rou at that time.

"Save your father?" Feng Feng said suddenly, her big arm almost pinched her slender arm, "Why did I save him, his daughter killed my favorite person, why should I save him." Feng Feng suddenly Shouted loudly, suddenly reached out and pushed Qiao Yaruan against the wall.

Not her, not her.

There was a voice in my heart that wandered to warn myself, Feng Feng strained his body and suppressed the two struggling selves in the body.

However, even with that voice in his heart, he still couldn't control his emotions.

Qiao Yaruan was thrown to the wall, and his back hurt hotly, but it wasn't the back that hurt most, but the roar passed into his ear.

His favorite person is An Qirou.

However, the person who killed An Qirou was himself.

What else can she say?

Feng Feng looked at the pale woman who was leaning against the wall, distressed and mixed, struggling in his mind repeatedly.

This is a street that is not very wide. The driver did not dare to make more stops when he saw this. He had reversed out of the side street and left.

The autumn wind blew in along the street, with a bitter cold.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Yaruan's trembling voice was blown away by Qiu Feng, and disappeared on the street for a moment.

"Oh-sorry, sorry Qi Rou can live? Sorry can make up for the stupid thing you did that year?" Feng Feng said, passing quickly, pressing one hand against the wall behind her and waving one hand, Seems to hit immediately.

Qiao Yaruan closed his eyes, didn't dodge or hide, waiting for him to fight.

Feng Feng's raised hand shook uncontrollably.

Why didn't she refute, and why not refute with him like before, such Qiao Yaruan was not what he wanted!

"I know, you hate me. I also know what your purpose of chasing me is, as long as you save my dad, I can promise you everything." Qiao Yaruan said, slowly opening his eyes, Looking at the man who is far away from him.

The wind was harsh, but even more harsh was her words.

Feng Feng's hands were on the back of her hands, she knew everything, including her approach to her purpose.

"Everything promises me?" Feng Feng sneered. "What else can you promise me?"

"Hurting my rights and making me a painful right." Qiao Yaruan clasped her hands tightly against the wall behind her, looking up, even though tears still fell, but her eyes were firm.

Isn't that his purpose?