happy ex-wife

Chapter 1803 Feng Feng's Decision ([-])
Xia Ling seemed to be frightened this time, and couldn't help taking a step back.

Feng Feng's actions attracted the attention of the people around him, but the director stopped him.

"Why are you so angry? It's your fault, isn't it?" Xia Ling said loudly, still stubbornly wronged.

Feng Feng clasped his hands tightly and looked at her, as if he saw the woman who refuted him like this before.

Same temper, same voice, even, same face.

"She's my wife." After Feng Feng finished speaking, he turned around and prepared for the next scene.

Xia Ling was stunned, looked at Feng Feng turned around, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, who knew that your wife was dressed like an assistant, aren't you the actor? Why are you so reluctant to buy some good ones for your wife?" Where are the clothes?"

Feng Feng turned his head and looked at the woman who seemed to be muttering to herself, "You can go now, don't continue to challenge my limit."

"But your wife didn't say she hates me, Feng Feng, it's wrong for you to do this." Xia Ling followed up again.

"I'll let you go." Feng Feng suddenly turned around and dropped the cup he just took.

The sound of the glass breaking fell into an awkward silence in the whole lounge.

Xia Ling screamed and took a step back, but the glass smashed to his ankle, causing burning pain.

Feng Feng's breathing became a little quicker, he didn't know if he threw this cup for Xia Ling to see, or for his own determination.

Xia Ling bent down slightly, her eyes turned red.

"What's the matter? I'm not the one who did the wrong thing?" Xia Ling said, stretching out his hand to rub his ankle, with an aggrieved voice that moved people.

Years ago, there was always a girl who talked to herself so aggrieved after doing something wrong, Feng Feng moved her footsteps slightly, but in the next second she strongly stopped herself from moving forward.

"Director, why are irrelevant people here?" Feng Feng turned around and asked the director angrily.

The director paused for a moment, and after recovering, he hurriedly asked Xia Ling to go out.

Everyone in the circle knew that Feng Feng had a bad temper, but it was the first time everyone saw him getting angry.

"You don't need to rush me, I'll go by myself." Xia Ling got up displeased, and limped away from the location where the location was filmed.

Feng Feng's body continued to tense, and Zhao Wanwan who was not far away watched, walked towards Feng Feng after everyone was ready, and handed him the tissue.

Everyone saw him drop the cup, but Zhao Wanwan could see clearly that he crushed the cup before dropping it.

Feng Feng raised his head, his expression was calm.

"I thought you would leave with Ms. Qiao." Zhao Wanwan said suddenly, looking at Feng Feng now, she realized that this man is also a normal person, and he doesn't seem to be that scary.

Feng Feng reached out to take the tissue and pressed the wound on his palm, "It's filming."

Zhao Wanwan watched Feng Feng leave, and then looked at the direction Qiao Yaruan left just now. Apart from struggling, this man like a king must also have grievances.

Qiao Yaruan put himself here, facing things that he didn't really want to face.

Therefore, he was aggrieved and did not leave.

Qiao Yaruan carried the little one to the side of the car, panting violently, as if she couldn't believe what she just saw?
An Qirou, she's still alive, she's back?
But how is it possible?
"Mrs. Feng." A crisp voice suddenly sounded, making Qiao Yaruan's already tense body completely tense up.

(End of this chapter)