Qiao Yaruan squeezed his lips tightly, holding the hand of the iron fence and tightened consciously, "Believe it or not, I say you are a satyr."

"What if you say that? You think it's like this now, who can move?" Feng Feng said, and motioned her to look up, who could move the sandwich biscuits in that car?

Qiao Yaruan was angry and glanced back at him fiercely.

The man with only one mouth slightly hooked his lips, feeling good.

But I don't know if the driver deliberately opposed Qiao Yaruan. The car drove fast, a traffic light suddenly braked, and she leaned forward and almost hit the glass.

Feng Feng frowned, one hand directly protecting her forehead, and one hand tightly around her waist.

There was a curse from the people behind, all the people in this car were leaning all over, but Feng Feng turned and directly protected Qiao Yaruan in his arms, blocking the people who leaned forward because of inertia.

Qiao Yaruan looked up and could almost see his tight brows through the sunglasses, with a disgust on the crowd inside.

For a moment, Qiao Yaruan felt a strange feeling in her heart. She had been protecting others, but it was the first time someone had protected her except for seven years ago.

Even if she is a female, she has to admit that she has a momentary heartbeat.

"After taking fewer buses, it's too crowded to die, and it's unpleasant." Feng Feng said with a deep voice, but still maintained this world for her.

Qiao Yaruan bowed his head and muffled, "I didn't let you come."

"Oh, this bridge hasn't passed yet, have you dismantled the bridge?" Feng Feng Lengheng looked at the station and pulled down Qiao Ya Nguyen.

"Hey, what are you doing, there are so many stops?" Qiao Yaruan said angrily.

Feng Feng took her to the car and stuffed people directly.

"You still have a bit of money for a taxi?" As far as he knows, Qiao's family is also a big family. She is a lady of thousands, but she always treats herself like Cinderella.

Gioia Nguyen made a cut and turned to look at the street lights outside.

She is not bad for money, but she is insecure.

Feng Feng looked at her half-dead look, and most likely thought it was because Mo Luyu rejected her that she was so half-dead, so his heart was more vigorous.

"He is so important to you? For a man who doesn't like you, as to die or live?" Feng Feng mocked.

"What's your matter?" Qiao Yaruan once again threw the first sentence to him. Such people, maybe don't even know what love is, naturally they don't understand the feeling of secret crush.

Feng Feng was annoyed, with one hand directly turning her lowered brim to the back and holding her wrist, dragging a person into her arms, the other hand clamped her chin, Feng Feng forehead against her forehead, huge The sunglasses pressed against her cheeks, feeling cold.

Feng Feng raised her chin, and her thin lips were close at hand, "Qiao Yaruan, from today on, you are mine, and everything about you is related to me."

He said that all the breath came into her mouth, making Qiao Yaruan's body shivering.

Qiao Yaruan held his mind and waved to hit, but Feng Feng loosened her chin's hand suddenly clamped, "little soft teeth, girls don't hit people at all, not good!" Feng Feng smiled, mood Suddenly better than ever.

Yes, he should have said so long ago, this woman must be her own, and only if she is her own, can she really be assured.

Little soft teeth!

Qiao Yaruan's eyes widened suddenly, this man still has the habit of giving people a nickname?

Is it a soft tooth? She asked him to try if his teeth were soft!

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