Chapter 1230 Fool, I Like You (18)

My heart is already suffocating in pain.

He bent down to pick up the iron rod on the ground, grabbed Tang Feiling's hair, and walked to the iron rail, which contained burnt charcoal ashes.

There was also a bottle of gasoline and a lighter next to it. He bent down and poured the whole bottle of gasoline into Tietong, lit it with the lighter, and threw the iron rod into it.

Tang Feiling was frightened by Ming Ansheng's series of actions, and already realized what he was going to do, she opened her mouth and yelled, "Ansheng, don't, you can't do this to me."

She tried to break free from Ming Ansheng's grip.

But her strength is no match for Ming Ancheng, seeing the triangle piece burning red, Ming Ancheng's eyes were burning with scorching anger.

He reached out and picked up the iron rod.

"no no……"

"what……"

The woman's screams shook the entire warehouse, and also woke up Su Yong, who was in a weak state.

She opened her eyelids, watching that scene, her pupils suddenly widened to the limit.

The tall man pressed Tang Feiling against the wall, his body exuded a terrifying murderous aura, like a god of death.

She opened her mouth slightly, wondering if she was dreaming.

Is that Uncle Ming?

She agreed not to think about him anymore, don't think about him anymore, but at this moment, seeing him, the grievance and pain in her heart still couldn't help but surge.

Eager to be hugged by him, longed to be comforted and coaxed by him.

Tears flickered in Su Yue's eyes, she gritted her teeth, breathing shallowly and heavily.

"Tang Feiling, you bitch!"

Ming Ancheng threw away the iron rod, grabbed Tang Feiling's hair, and ruthlessly threw her out.

Tang Feiling fell to the ground. Both sides of her face were bloody and bloody. She opened her hands, not daring to touch them, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Su Yue was shocked when she saw Tang Feiling's face.

"Yue Yue."

The man's tall figure had already arrived in front of her, his gentle, distressed tone, and trembling voice made Su Yue puzzled and confused.

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

She hasn't eaten since last night and has been tortured by pain all night. Now she has basically reached a state of collapse, and her voice is so weak that it can hardly be heard.

But Ming Ancheng could hear it clearly, he looked at her, bent his lips in distress, "Fool, it's you I like."

I thought this confession was so difficult to say, even if I said it, it would be fierce and hot.

Never thought it would be so peaceful.

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

She raised her head to look at Ming Ancheng, and looked at her without blinking. For a moment, all the pain was forgotten.

Not joy, nor anger, but surprise, surprise.

"I'm sorry, I've troubled you." Ming Ansheng bent down and squatted down in front of Su Yue.

Reaching out to help her untie the rope that was helping her.

Looking at Su Yue now, Ming Ancheng felt guilt and regret in his heart, which were not enough to describe.

He should control his feelings, or face it bravely and freely.

All the ropes on her body were untied, and Su Yue's body fell limply to one side.

"Yueyue." Ming Ancheng quickly caught her with his hand, and easily hugged her petite body.

An eighteen-year-old girl, holding her in her arms, has no weight at all.

He felt distressed, lowered his head, and kissed her gently on the forehead.