Chapter 1817: Feng Feng's decision (eighteen)

Qiao Yaruan closed his eyes slightly, as if listening to his promise, as if he didn't listen to what he was saying at all.
Feng Feng bowed her head and dropped a soft kiss on her red-scarred shoulder.
"I think the girl insists." Qiao Yaruan didn't open his eyes, but just stated a fact lightly.
Her persistence was unexpected.
However, if it is a fan, it is normal.
Feng Feng pulled the quilt over her naked skin, and her beautiful eyebrows circulated in the air.
"Even if she persists, she can't get the answer, I promise." He said again.
Qiao Yaruan finally opened his eyes and looked at the and terrible man at this moment.
"Have been emphasizing your assurance because you are not confident?" Qiao Yaruan said, slender fingers running back and forth across his chest.
Feng Feng reached out and held her finger, looking at Qiao Yaruan seriously, "I'm assuring myself." Feng Feng said seriously.
Qiao Yaruan understood what he meant.
He still couldn't let it go.
However, if you want to come, if he can be completely relieved, he will not be the Fengfeng he likes.
How ruthless a person like that should be.
Not to mention, she understands the matter of An Qirou, she is a participant.
Otherwise, she will not choose to escape when facing Xia Ling.
But understand the truth, and always do two things.
"I really don't want you and her to appear in a picture, even if I know it's selfish, but I can't control my thoughts." Qiao Yaruan said, facing Feng Feng's eyes, "I know There are still too many problems between us, but that is also a problem between us. I don't want to confuse these two relationships. "
Qiao Yaruan and Feng Feng have been watching for so many years, they can see clearly.
Feng Feng rubbed her waist to prevent her aching tomorrow morning.
Listening to her, a kiss fell on her forehead again.
"I know." Feng Feng whispered.
How to fight behind closed doors is their business.
"I'm hungry. You go to cook. I'll go back tomorrow morning." Qiao Yaruan kicked Feng Feng's leg and motioned him to cook.
"Early tomorrow?" Feng Feng looked down at her, "I just came back."
He had just had a full meal and the woman was leaving again.
"Today is also because of recruit preparations, I have time to return. Recruit acceptance exercises will begin tomorrow. I will not have time to return in the next week." Qiao Yaruan relaxed his voice, and there was something to him. apology.
What's more, he was worried about not being able to be around him often.
Feng Feng left her waist and lay dead in bed.
"So, am I going to adapt to the life of the military officer in advance?" Feng Feng mourned, and Qiao Yaruan had got up and pulled his shirt on.
Feng Feng looked at the clothes she was wearing, and a strange light appeared immediately in her eyes. She was about to reach out and hold people in her arms, but Qiao Yaruan got out of bed with her hands and feet.
But the moment Qiao Yaruan stood on the ground, he couldn't help taking a sigh of air, and even dared not close his legs.
This—beasts!
Feng Feng sat up and slipped the quilt, revealing his chest with red marks on it.
Feng Feng looked at it from his own perspective. Qiao Yaruan was wearing his own shirt. Because Qiao Yaruan was tall and tall, his shirt was just covering half of his hips, so-