Chapter 1229: Chumian Wing (Shui Anluo)

Qiao Yaruan was thrown inexplicably. When she looked up, she only saw Feng Feng's back.
Feng Feng quickly walked to the driver's seat, opened the door and went straight in, then started the car.
That speed is so fast that it doesn't give Qiao Yaruan any reaction time.
Because the speed of the car was too fast, Qiao Yaruan leaned forward and was almost caught on the windshield in front.
"Fengfeng, are you ill?" Qiao Yaruan quickly grasped the handrail above the car and said angrily.
But Feng Feng ignored her and drove the car fast.
Qiao Yaruan's mood eased a bit, he stretched his hands over the seat belt and tied it up.
But what did he do to hit someone's coffee shop?
Also, what crazy thing is he doing now?
Feng Feng's lips were tight, and he followed her for an afternoon. He thought she was boring to spend time in the coffee shop.
Therefore, the moment Feng Feng was out of anger.
So, at that moment, he smashed his coffee shop.
Just because he couldn't control his emotions.
He didn't know when this woman would have had such a great impact on himself, perhaps by the time he knew it, it would have been so great.
The car quickly drove to a place that Qiao Yaruan didn't know.
Qiao Yaruan looked around, a little desolate, she thought, is this outside the sixth ring?
Feng Feng's tense body seemed to be completely relaxed at this moment, but looked at Qiao Yaruan with a touch of anger.
Qiao Ya Nguyen reached out and unfastened the seat belt. "What on earth are you going to do?"
Just after Qiao Yaruan unfastened the seat belt, the whole person was blocked by the wind and pressed on the back of the co-pilot.
"What's your relationship with that man?" Feng Feng said in a deep voice, his eyes were red.
That man?
Qiao Yaruan took a moment's notice and did not respond.
But his hot breath all hit her face, with a hot feeling.
"Let me go, you let go — 唔-" Qiao Yaruan's words had not been finished, and people had been kissed.
His kiss was bloody.
That force would take her almost into her belly.
Qiao Yaruan struggled, but the more she struggled, the more intense the pain in the corners of her lips.
Feng Feng opened her teeth firmly, pressing her head hard with one hand, as if to embed her in her body like this.
Qiao Yaruan's struggles could only make him hug harder.
Qiao Yaruan was struggling. There was a sudden squeeze in her chest. A sudden current passed through her. What was he doing?
"Let me go, you let me go." Qiao Yaruan avoided his lips with a strong voice, yelling.
But the man on his body was almost crazy, how could he listen to her.
Qiao Yaruan had a pain in his grip, and his neck was covered with taste.
Qiao Yaruan's chest was undulating and he suddenly said, "I'm not Qirou."
She didn't speak loudly, but rang through the small car like a thunder.
The man on his body really stopped all his uneasy, gasping at the woman with swollen lips and messy hair in front of him.
Qi Rou.
Two words, head to head to drink.
Qiao Yaruan pushed the man away from him, and reached out to tidy up the clothes he had ripped off.