happy ex-wife

Chapter 1811 Feng Feng's Decision ([-])

Qiao Yaruan closed her eyes slightly, as if she was listening to his promise, or as if she didn't hear what he was saying at all.

Feng Feng lowered his head and planted another light kiss on her red-stained shoulder.

"I think that girl is quite persistent." Qiao Yaruan didn't open her eyes, but just stated a fact lightly.

Her persistence is beyond the expectations of normal people.

However, if it is a fan, it is normal.

Feng Feng pulled the quilt to cover her bare skin, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were floating in the air.

"Even if she insists, she won't get an answer, I promise." He promised again.

Qiao Yaruan finally opened her eyes, looking at the sexy man.

"Is it because you are not confident that you keep emphasizing your guarantee?" Qiao Yaruan said, her slender fingers stroked his chest back and forth.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand to hold her finger, and looked at Qiao Yaruan seriously, "I promise myself." Feng Feng said seriously.

Qiao Yaruan understood what he meant.

He still can't fully let go.

But thinking about it, if he can completely let go, he won't be the Feng Feng he likes.

How ruthless such a person must be.

What's more, she is a participant in An Qirou's matter, and she understands this feeling.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to run away when facing Xia Ling.

But understanding the truth and doing it forever are two different things.

"I really don't want you and her to appear in the same picture, even though I know it's selfish, but I can't control my thoughts." Qiao Yaruan said, facing Feng Feng's eyes, "I know , There are still too many problems between us, but they are also problems between us, and I don't want to confuse these two relationships."

Qiao Yaruan and Feng Feng have spent so many years together, they can all see clearly.

Feng Feng rubbed her waist to prevent her from being sore tomorrow morning.

Hearing her words, he placed another kiss on her forehead.

"I know." Feng Feng said in a low voice.

How to fight behind closed doors is their business.

"I'm hungry, you go cook, I'll go back tomorrow morning." Qiao Yaruan kicked Feng Feng's leg, motioning him to cook.

"Tomorrow morning?" Feng Feng looked down at her, "Just came back."

He just had a full meal, and this woman is leaving again.

"I only have time to come back today because of the preparations for the recruit drill. Tomorrow, the recruit acceptance drill will start. I won't have time to come back for the next week." Qiao Yaruan rarely lowered her voice. apology.

What's more, the worry about not being able to be by his side often.

Feng Feng left her waist with his big hands, and lay down on the bed, pretending to be dead.

"So, am I going to adapt to the life of a soldier in advance?" Feng Feng said sadly, Qiao Yaruan had already got up and pulled his shirt to put it on.

Feng Feng looked at the clothes she put on, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He was about to reach out to hug her, but Qiao Yaruan got off the bed nimbly.

It's just that the moment Qiao Yaruan stood on the ground, she couldn't help gasping, and didn't even dare to close her legs.

This - a beast!

Feng Feng sat up, the quilt slipped off, revealing his sexy chest, on which there were still red marks.

From Feng Feng's own perspective, Qiao Yaruan was wearing his own shirt, because Qiao Yaruan was tall, and his shirt barely covered half of her buttocks, so——

(End of this chapter)