Chapter 1918: Feng Feng Fur: Why are there so many peach blossoms? (two)

Qiao Yaruan did not bother to seal the wind, but looked directly at Xia Ling.
This woman who has polluted Sister Qi Rou's genes will one day or another destroy her completely.
"Is Miss Xia incomprehensible?" Qiao Yaruan aggravated the word, but it did not make people think of her true meaning. After all, it was also a curse.
Xia Ling put away the sadness and grievance on her face, and squeezed her red lips tightly to look at Qiao Yaruan, "It's your man who grabbed someone else."
"Are you the other person? I say this now, not because you also want to grab someone else's man. Miss Xia's head is not fully developed, and she is not afraid to hit her own face like that?" Qiao Yaruan said lightly. Saying, "Why, do you think that movie set is not easy to use, so did you come straight to seduce?"
"you--"
"How am I?" Qiao Yaruan looked at the angered man, stretched out his hand and held Feng Feng's arm, "Ms. Xia, the saddest thing in this world is that I dreamed of entering the world of others, but found No one around him agrees. Don't feel like you are like An Qirou, that is, An Qirou, no one will accompany you to play this show, and no one will take your course for granted. "
Feng Feng looked at his wife-in-law, and his lips twitched slightly. He was really just now, and he was still thinking about explanations.
He has a daughter-in-law, no need to explain.
Qiao Yaruan looked at Xia Ling's angry Tie Qing's face, and took Feng Feng's arm into the elevator with a smile.
Xia Ling watched the elevator door close, why was this woman not angry? why?
When the elevator door was closed, it blocked all the sight from the outside.
"Wife--"
Qiao Yaruan let go of him and looked at him fiercely: "Explain."
Feng Feng: "..."
I think too much, you say the same.
Feng Feng suddenly felt extremely desolate.
Sure enough, he thought too much.
"I just got off the plane and came back to the sea. I saw her when I didn't come back. I swear, I was really manly threatening her." Feng Feng raised his hand and swear.
"Oh, hey, threats still hold together?"
Feng Feng turned and lay on the elevator wall, crying without tears.
"When did I hug her, heaven and earth, conscience, I was going to take her hand away." Feng Feng said, turning abruptly, pressing Qiao Yaruan directly on the elevator wall, her legs suppressed her Struggling legs, raised her hands above her head with both hands, her forehead against her, the tip of her nose collided, without a slight gap.
"Wife, this is the hug." Feng Feng said with a voice, the hot breath hit her lips.
Itchy, crispy.
Feng Feng has always been since the wedding day, and now the soft fragrance is in her arms, and she is still close to each other. Feng Feng quickly reacts, and her eyes become hot.
Qiao Yaruan was resisted by him and couldn't be better.
"Hey, this is the elevator, what is it about?" Qiao Yaruan struggled a little, listening to the man on his body snorted, silently stopped, and whispered sao goods.
Feng Feng raised his eyebrows and automatically regarded it as a good word. This is an approval of his voice. Good words are indeed good words.
Qiao Yaruan looked up and saw what he could call a more sao expression. This man really was--
Feng Feng bowed his head, his heart was inferior to action, and kissed his lips, which had been tempting him.
"Ding--" The elevator door was opened, and the sound outside and the sound inside calmed down at the same time.