happy ex-wife

Chapter 790 Myocardial Infarction (Eleven)

Qiao Yaruan staggered, if she hadn't fallen into his arms, she might have really fallen.

Feng Feng's face was ugly, and there was a palpable chill all over his body.

Feng Feng held her uninjured arm, his eyes were cold, "Do you want to die?"

These words were full of anger, with imperceptible worries.

In the past, Qiao Yaruan could have asked him to save her father without hesitation, but now, she became the only one who had no right to ask, but had to ask him.

"They said, only you can save my father." Qiao Yaruan said, her voice was almost as humble as the dust.

Feng Feng's grip on her arm increased a bit, from her attitude, he could tell that she knew it all!
An inexplicable anger surrounded him at this moment, complex and urgent.

He didn't know if this kind of anger was because Qiao Yaruan was afraid that Qiao Yaruan would know the truth and used it to cover up his emotions, or if he hated her who killed Qi Rou back then.

"Save your father?" Feng Feng said suddenly, his big hand almost crushed her slender arm, "Why should I save him, his daughter killed the person I love the most, why should I save him?" Feng Feng suddenly Shouting loudly, she suddenly reached out and pushed Qiao Yaruan against the wall.

Not her, not her.

There was a voice in his heart that kept lingering and warning him, Feng Feng tensed his body to suppress the two struggling selves in his body.

However, even though the voice in his heart was always there, he still couldn't control his emotions.

Qiao Yaruan was thrown against the wall, her back was in a burning pain, but it wasn't her back that hurt the most, but his roar that was heard in her ears.

The person he loves the most is An Qirou.

However, the person who killed An Qirou was himself.

What more can she say?
Looking at the pale woman leaning against the wall, Feng Feng felt distressed and struggled repeatedly in his mind.

This is a not very wide street, the driver didn't dare to stop longer when he saw this, he had already backed out of the small street and left.

The autumn wind blows in along the street entrance, bringing a biting cold.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Yaruan's trembling voice was blown away by the autumn wind, and disappeared on the street in a moment.

"Heh—I'm sorry, can Qi Rou survive if I'm sorry? Can I make up for the stupid things you did back then?" Feng Feng said, and quickly passed, pressing one hand on the wall behind her, and waving the other. It seems that it will be hit immediately.

Qiao Yaruan closed her eyes, not dodging or dodging, waiting for him to hit him.

Feng Feng's raised hand trembled uncontrollably.

Why didn't she refute, why didn't she refute with him as before, Qiao Yaruan like this is 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 father, I will promise you anything." Qiao Yaruan said, slowly opened her eyes, He looked at the man who was so close to him.

The wind was harsh, but what was even harsher were her words.

Veins popped out on the back of Feng Feng's hands, she knew everything, including the purpose of getting close to her.

"You can promise me anything?" Feng Feng sneered, "What else can you promise me?"

"The right to hurt me, the right to make me suffer." Qiao Yaruan clasped her hands tightly to the wall behind her and raised her head. Even though tears were still falling, her eyes were firm.

This was his purpose, wasn't it?

(End of this chapter)