Chapter 1815: Feng Feng's decision (15)

Qiao Yaruan leaned on the back of the sofa, as if all his strength had been exhausted, but, leaning so.
Feng Feng stood for a while before turning back, "I'm not sorry for you."
Qiao Yaruan looked up, looking at the man who was obviously agitated, but relieved.
"Feng Feng, what I want is not because you are afraid of sorry for suppressing my true thoughts." Qiao Yaruan said, "I don't believe you, look at her, have no other thoughts?"
"Then what do you want me to do?" Feng Feng said, unable to suppress the anger on his body, stretched out his feet and kicked the coffee table in front of him, making a fierce noise.
Qiao Yaruan calmly watched the coffee table kicked off, and the cup on the table fell to the ground, splashing water.
Qiao Ya Ruan silently looked at the water splashes, from splashing to full bloom, and finally to peace.
How do you want him?
She also wanted to know what she wanted? How do you want him?
"Before you appeared, even a long time after you appeared, the person who occupied my life was An Qirou. I looked at someone who was exactly like her. It was impossible to remain indifferent, and I would feel distressed, but I always remember I have a wife and a child, but do you believe me? "Feng Feng said, with a grievance in his voice, as if he had always suppressed the soreness of his heart. The rejection was indifferent.
Because of her indifferent look, she gave herself such an answer.
It doesn't matter.
Everything is indifferent.
It feels that Bitme himself still hurts when he sees Qi Rou.
Qiao Yaruan looked up and looked at the person who was hit by the anger.
Did you believe it?
How could she believe that her brain was blank?
Feng Feng's eyes were red, like a wronged child, stubbornly looking at Qiao Yaruan.
Qiao Yaruan looked at him the same way, but his eyes were not as intense as her thoughts.
"You yourself said 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 the original, he told George, but she always remembered clear.
Had it not been for the original words, she would not have been so confused now.
Feng Feng stepped slightly, couldn't help but take a step back and looked down at the woman sitting on the sofa.
This is indeed what he said.
Qiao Yaruan slowly got up, and slowly approached Feng Feng, "So, now, she appeared, existed, the same face, the same character, the same voice, the same-like you." Qiao Yaruan Every time he said it, he would take a step back, "What do you want me to do?"
Feng Feng was forced by her to the TV wall, holding her hands tightly.
"At that time, you liked all those things about her, this girl has all, Feng Feng, you tell me, what should I do?" Qiao Yaruan's last sentence almost roared out.
If she hadn't heard what he and George said at the beginning, she might have been able to deceive herself and tell herself that he didn't love An Qirou long ago, he only loved himself.
But she couldn't, because those words seemed to have been pressed by a switch, and kept echoing in her mind.
In the air, only the roar of Qiao Yaruan remained.
How to do it? How to do?
Became their biggest shackles, because, no matter what, it is wrong.
Feng Feng stared at Qiao Yaruan's eyes tightly, watching the tears slip from the corners of her eyes, her eyes fascinated from the corners of her eyes to the chin, and the tears were crumbling.