Chapter 791

Qiao Ya Ruan faltered under his feet. If he didn't fall into his arms, he might have really fallen down.

Feng Feng's face was ugly and his whole body was filled with cold.

Feng Feng holds her uninjured arm, her eyes are cold, "don't you want to die?"

These words, full of anger, with imperceptible worry.

If in the past, Qiao Ya Ruan was careless enough to ask him to save his father, but now, she has become the only one who has no right to ask but has to ask him.

"They said, only you can save my dad." Qiao Ya Ruan opened his mouth and his voice almost reached the dust.

Feng Feng's strength of holding her arm increased a little. From her attitude, he could see that she knew it!

A kind of inexplicable anger surrounded him at this moment, complex and urgent.

He doesn't know whether this kind of anger is used to cover up his emotions for fear that Qiao Ya Ruan knows the truth, or he hates the woman who killed Qi rou.

"Save your father?" Feng Feng suddenly opened his mouth, and his big hand almost broke her slender arm. "Why should I save him? His daughter killed my favorite person. Why should I save him?" Feng Feng suddenly opens his mouth and shouts, suddenly reaches out his hand and pushes Qiao yaruan onto the wall.

It's not her. It's not her.

There is a voice in my heart that has been hovering and warning myself. Feng is tightening his body and suppressing the two struggling self in his body.

However, even if the voice in his heart was always there, he still could not control his emotions.

Qiao yaruan was thrown to the wall, and his back was burning. But the most painful thing was not his back, but his roar.

His favorite person is anqirou.

However, the person who killed anqirou was himself.

What else can she say?

Feng Feng looked at the pale woman leaning against the wall, mixed with heartache, struggling in his mind again and again.

This is not a very wide street, the driver did not dare to stop, has backed out of the small street, left.

Autumn wind blowing along the street, with a piercing cold.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Ya Ruan's trembling voice was dispersed by the autumn wind and disappeared in the street for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Can Qi Rou survive? Excuse me, can you make up for the stupid thing you did? " Feng Feng said, quickly past, one hand on the wall behind her, one hand waving, as if immediately will fight down.

Qiao Ya Ruan closed his eyes and waited for him to fight.

Feng Feng's hand was shaking uncontrollably.

Why didn't she retort? Why didn't she retort with him as before? Such Qiao Yaran was not what he wanted!

"I know you hate me. I also know what you are after me for. As long as you save my father, I can promise you anything. " Qiao Ya Ruan said, slowly opened his eyes, looking at the man close to him.

The wind is harsh, but what is more harsh is her words.

On the back of Feng Feng's hand, the blue veins are springing up. She knows everything, including her purpose of getting close to her.

"Can you promise me anything?" Feng Feng sneered, "what else can you promise me?"

"The right to hurt me, the right to make me miserable." Qiao Ya Ruan's hands tightly clasped the wall behind her, looked up, even though the tears still fell, but her eyes were firm.

That's what he's after, isn't it?

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