Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Heart, suffocated by pain.

He stooped to pick up the iron rod on the ground, tangled Tang Feiling's hair, and walked to the side of the iron pass, which contained burnt coal ash.

There was a bottle of gasoline and a lighter beside him. He bent over and poured the entire bottle of gasoline into Tietong, then lit it with a lighter and threw the iron rod in.

Tang Feiling was frightened by Ming Ansheng's series of actions. She realized what he was going to do and yelled with an open mouth. "An Sheng, don't, you can't do this to me."

She tried to break free of Ming Ansheng's restraint.

But where did her strength surpass Ming Ansheng? Seeing the red iron burning in the triangle, Ming Ansheng's eyes were burning with scorching anger.

He reached for the iron pole.

"no no……"

"what……"

The woman's scream shook the entire warehouse, and Su Shi, who was in a weak state, was sober to the consciousness.

She opened her eyelids and looked at the scene, her pupils suddenly narrowed to the limit.

The tall man pressed Tang Feiling against the wall, his body exuding terrifying murderousness, like death.

She opened her mouth slightly and wondered if she was dreaming.

Is that Uncle Ming?

Having said that, I don't think about him any more, but don't think about him anymore, but at this moment, when I see him, her inner grievances and pains still can't help but surging.

Longing for his hug, longing for his comfort and lightness.

Tears flashed in Su Yan's eyes, she gritted her teeth and breathed lightly and heavily.

"Tang Feiling, you bitch!"

Ming Ansheng threw away the hardcore, grabbed Tang Feiling's hair, and threw her out fiercely.

Tang Feiling fell to the ground, her face was blurred, she opened her hands, did not dare to touch, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Su Shi was shocked to see Tang Feiling's face.

"Yue Yue."

The tall figure of the man had arrived in front of her. The gentle, distressing tone and trembling voice made Su Shi confused and confused.

She raised her small face and stared at him, "She ... she is your fiancee."

She had not eaten since last night and was tortured by the pain all night. Now she has basically collapsed. The voice of her speech is so weak and hard to hear.

But Ming Ansheng could hear clearly, he looked at her, his distressed curved lips, "Fool, I like you."

I thought this confession was so difficult to tell, even if it was spoken, it was fiercely hot.

Never thought it would be so calm.

However, Su Shi's heart was stirred up by a thousand waves because of his calm confession.

She looked up at Ming Ansheng and stared at her without blinking. For a while, all the pain was thrown behind her head.

Not joy, nor anger, but surprise, surprise.

"I'm sorry, I've burdened you." Ming Ansheng bent down and squatted down his noble body, squatting in front of Su Shi.

Reached out to help her untie the rope that helped her.

Now looking at Su Shi, Ming Ansheng's heart, using guilt and regret, is not enough to describe.

He should control his feelings, or be brave and free to face it.

All the ropes on his body were untied, and Su Shi fell to the side softly.

"Alas." Ming Ansheng reached out and caught her quickly, easily holding her petite body.

An eighteen-year-old girl held in her hand without any weight.

He was distressed, bowed his head, and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.