happy ex-wife

Chapter 1227 Chu Ningyi, who belongs to Shui'anluo alone ([-])

Qiao Yaruan was thrown in for no reason, and when she looked up, she only saw Feng Feng's back.

Feng Feng quickly walked to the driver's seat, opened the car door and went straight in, then started the car.

The speed was so fast that Qiao Yaruan hardly had any time to react.

Because the speed of starting the car was too fast, Qiao Yaruan leaned forward and was almost knocked against the front windshield.

"Feng Feng, are you sick?" Qiao Yaruan hurriedly grabbed the handrail above the car and said angrily.

But Feng Feng ignored her and continued to drive the car very fast.

Qiao Yaruan's mood eased a little, and she reached out and pulled the seat belt to fasten it. He didn't want his life, but he wanted his life too.

But why is he smashing other people's coffee shops?
Also, what is he going crazy now?

Feng Feng's thin lips were tightly pursed, he followed her all afternoon, he thought she was bored in the coffee shop to kill time, but he didn't expect that the person she came out to meet was actually Shi Xia Yang.

Therefore, Feng Feng was out of anger at that moment.

So, at that moment, he smashed up his coffee shop.

Just because he couldn't control his emotions.

He didn't know when this woman had such a big influence on him, maybe by the time he knew it, it would have been so big.

The car quickly drove to a place Qiao Yaruan didn't know.

Qiao Yaruan looked around, feeling a little desolate, she thought, this is beyond the sixth ring road, right?

Feng Feng's body, which had been tensed all the way, seemed to be completely relaxed at this moment, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes looking at Qiao Yaruan.

Qiao Yaruan reached out and unbuttoned her seat belt, "What are you going to do?"

It's just that Qiao Yaruan just unbuckled her seat belt when Feng Feng pinned her whole body on the back of the co-pilot's seat.

"What's your relationship with that man?" Feng Feng said in a deep voice, his eyes were red.

That man?
Qiao Yaruan was slightly taken aback, but did not react.

But all of his scorching breath hit her face, with a burning feeling.

"Let go of me, you let go—uh—" Before Qiao Yaruan finished speaking, she was already kissed.

Qiao Yaruan struggled vigorously, which only made him hug harder.

"Let go of me, let me go." Qiao Yaruan tried her best to avoid his lips, and shouted angrily.

But the man on his body was almost crazy, so how could he listen to her words.

She suddenly said, "I'm not Qi Rou."

Her voice was not loud, but it resounded like thunder in this small car.

The man on his body really stopped all his restlessness, gasped and looked at the woman in front of him with swollen lips and messy hair.

Qi Rou.

Two words, a slap in the face.

Qiao Yaruan pushed the man on her body away, and stretched out her hand to tidy up the clothes he had ripped off.

(End of this chapter)