happy ex-wife

Chapter 791 Myocardial Infarction (Twelve)
Originally, it was her questioning him, but in the end, it became her biggest weight in begging him.

Because, she admitted, she was attracted to him.

Therefore, he has the right to hurt her and the ability to make her suffer.

Feng Feng's palm pressed against the wall slowly turned into a fist. This was his original purpose, but now, he is the one who feels distressed.

Feng Feng thought, he is crazy, this game carefully planned for her, in the end, the loser became himself.

Qiao Yaruan pressed her lips tightly, watching the person in front of her suddenly put down her hand, then turned and left.

"Feng Feng." Qiao Yaruan shouted eagerly, but suddenly knelt down when he turned around.

She knelt eagerly and desperately.

Qiao Yaruan supported his leg with both hands, endured the pain from inside to outside, and said in a trembling voice: "Feng Feng, I beg you, I beg you to save my father."

She knew that there were still many people in this world who could save her father, but in D City, at present, the only person who could save her father was Feng Feng. She could find someone else, but her father couldn't wait.

Qiao Yaruan's kneeling almost shattered all Feng Feng's persistence.

Qiao Yaruan, the woman who never looked at him in front of him, who always stabbed him with her words, knelt down in front of him now.

He couldn't get past Qi Rou's death if he saved someone; if he didn't save her, what would happen to the kneeling girl?
Qiao Yaruan remained on her knees, with her forehead pressed against his leg: "Feng Feng, I beg you, I beg you, I can't live without my father, I never, never did anything for him, I can't live without him. "Qiao Yaruan's voice trembled more and more, tears fell drop by drop on the ground, throwing out streaks of dust.

Feng Feng's hand standing by his side trembled slightly.

What appeared in front of him was Qi Rou's dying appearance. She was lying on the operating table with blood and flesh, but he couldn't save her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the bleeding column.

Hatred swept him over.

She can't live without her father, so can she live without Qi Rou?
"Let go!" Feng Feng said coldly.

Qiao Yaruan trembled violently when she heard his cold voice.

Ever since she was a child, Qiao Yaruan has never begged anyone for anything, because her parents love her so much, as long as she wants, her parents will give her. This is the first time that she begged Feng Feng.

However, in his opinion, her prayer may be worthless, or even sinful.

Slowly, Qiao Yaruan loosened her hand holding his right leg, and she used all her courage to kneel down.

Feng Feng stood upright, felt the strength on his legs become weaker, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart again, obviously he asked her to let go, but after she let go, what he got was not relief, but anger .

Feng Feng strode away with anger, leaving the cold autumn wind as her companion.

Qiao Yaruan fell to the ground, his heart fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and he still refused to save his father.

But even if one life is for one life, the one who deserves to be killed is himself, isn't he?
Loss, despair, numbness, any kind of life-threatening emotions surrounded her at this moment, and the autumn wind blew into her body through the thick clothes, making her bone-chilling cold.

Feng Feng's footsteps quickly disappeared around the corner, and Qiao Yaruan lost all her strength. She wanted to cry, but her laughter overflowed from the corners of her mouth. So in the end, it was her meddling in her own business that killed her father.

(End of this chapter)