happy ex-wife

Chapter 1827 Xia Ling, who beat him up ([-])

Xia Ling lowered her eyebrows, no one in her eyes could see what she was thinking.

Qiao Yaruan waited for her to speak unhurriedly, and continued to taste the milk tea in her mouth.

"Mrs. Feng, I don't understand why you said that. Are you wronging me just because I want to be Feng Feng's assistant?" Xia Ling said, looking a little angry.

Qiao Yaruan slightly touched her ear with one hand, and today she finally understands what it means to beat back.

But it also proved that Xia Ling was indeed not simple.

"If it's not that Ms. Xia is the best, you know, you can still sit opposite me safely and unscathed because of your face, think carefully before doing bad things, if you dare to do bad things with this face, I promise, you won't have this face in the next moment." Qiao Yaruan said threateningly, then stood up and looked down at Xia Ling, "I just want to tell you, Sister Qirou is a policeman, so be careful , this face can bring you to justice."

Qiao Yaruan's voice was very low, so low that she was completely close to Xia Ling, and her breath hit her face.

Under the table, above Xia Ling's legs, were her tightly clenched hands.

Qiao Yaruan looked at the anger rising in her eyes, smiled and stood up, then turned and left.

"Why? You haven't married Feng Feng yet. I'm just a fan who likes him and wants to be his assistant. I've already passed the review. Just because you don't like me, will I lose my right to work?"

Xia Ling stood up suddenly, pressed his hands on the table, and asked angrily.

After Xia Ling finished speaking, the surrounding reporters seemed to be unable to hold back, and hurriedly stood up with their cameras to take pictures of this scene.

After Qiao Yaruan heard her words, she stopped her steps.

This woman, Xia Ling, is bigger than she thought - no!want!Face!

Qiao Yaruan turned around and looked at the woman who was still pressing her hands on the table. Her face was full of grievances, but in her eyes, there was provocation towards Qiao Yaruan.

So, this is what Feng Feng saw when he came in.

When the reporter saw him, he rushed over immediately, Xiao BuDian was pressed against Feng Feng's chest, and his eyes carried his unique coldness.

Feng Feng walked up to Qiao Yaruan, looked down at her, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yaruan shrugged slightly, "I'm thinking about whether it's better to deal with the bitch with forbearance or with fire for fire." Qiao Yaruan said lightly.

Feng Feng looked up, Xia Ling had already changed into a pitiful look, belonging to An Qirou's pitiful look.

"Don't slap your face." Feng Feng said softly.

That was An Qirou's face, so he didn't want anyone to touch it.

Qiao Yaruan raised her head, facing Feng Feng's face.

Feng Feng shrugged slightly, "Or, can I help you?"

"Feng Yingdi, is the mother of your child really this Miss Qiao beside you?"

"Actor Feng took a year off for Ms. Qiao, but why hasn't there been any news from Ms. Qiao for the next three years?"

"Miss Qiao is an active soldier, is that true?"

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Problems followed one after another with flashing lights.

Qiao Yaruan turned around and faced Xia Ling's slightly raised lips. She knew what that woman was thinking.

pity--

The smile on the corner of Xia Ling's mouth hadn't stopped before she was hit in the lower abdomen by the cup in Qiao Yaruan's hand. She backed away in pain, and fell directly on the stool, and fell off the stool again, in such an embarrassing situation.

(End of this chapter)