happy ex-wife

Chapter 1808 Feng Feng's Decision ([-])

Qiao Yaruan leaned on the back of the sofa, as if she had exhausted all her strength, but just leaned like that.

Feng Feng stood for a while before turning around, "I'm not sorry for you."

Qiao Yaruan raised her head and looked at the man who was clearly out of breath, but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Feng Feng, what I want is not that you suppressed your true thoughts because you are afraid of being sorry for me." Qiao Yaruan said in a word, "I don't believe it, you look at her, don't you have any other thoughts?"

"Then what do you want from me?" Feng Feng said, unable to restrain his anger, he stretched out his foot and kicked the coffee table in front of him aside, making a fierce sound.

Qiao Yaruan watched calmly as the coffee table was kicked away, and the cup on the table fell to the ground, splashing water.

Qiao Yaruan watched those water splashes silently, from splashing to blooming, until finally calming down.

What do you want from him?
She also wanted to know, what exactly did she want?What do you want from him?
"Before you appeared, and even for a long time after you appeared, the person who occupied my life was An Qirou. When I saw a person who was exactly like her, I couldn't be indifferent. I would also feel distressed, but I always remember, I have a fucking wife and children, but do you believe me?" Feng Feng said, with grievances in his voice, as if he had been suppressing the pain in his heart and making rejections all the time, it didn't matter.

Because of her indifferent expression, she gave herself such an answer.

It doesn't matter.

Everything is indifferent.

This feeling hurts more than seeing Qi Rou.

Qiao Yaruan raised her head and looked at the person who was shocked by the anger.

Do you believe it?
Her mind is blank, how can she believe it?
Feng Feng's eyes were red, like a wronged child, looking at Qiao Yaruan stubbornly.

Qiao Yaruan also looked at him, but her eyes were not as intense as her thoughts.

"You said yourself that you love her, and you still love her until now, just because she no longer exists, so it doesn't prevent you from loving me." This was what he said to George at the beginning, but she always remembered clear.

If it weren't for those words at the beginning, she wouldn't be so confused now.

Feng Feng paused slightly, couldn't help taking a step back, and looked down at the woman sitting on the sofa.

This is indeed what he said.

Qiao Yaruan got up slowly, and slowly approached Feng Feng, "So, now, she has appeared and existed, with the same face, same character, same voice, same——likes you." Qiao Yaruan Every time he said a word, he would take a step back, "What do you want me to do?"

Feng Feng was forced against the wall of the TV by her all the time, holding his hands tightly.

"Back then, this girl had all the things you liked about her. Feng Feng, tell me, what should I do?" Qiao Yaruan's last sentence almost yelled out.

If, at the beginning, she hadn't heard what he said to George, she might have been able to tell herself that he didn't love An Qirou a long time ago, and he only loved herself.

But she couldn't, because those words kept echoing in her mind as if someone had pressed a switch.

In the air, only Qiao Yaruan's low growl was left.

How to do it?How to do?
It has become the biggest shackle that binds them, because no matter what they do, it is wrong.

Feng Feng stared closely at Qiao Yaruan's eyes, watched the tear drop from the corner of her eye, followed her eyes from the corner of her eye to her chin as if fascinated, the tear was precarious.

(End of this chapter)