Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In the villa in Xishui Bay, white lights filled the second floor.

The decoration inside the villa does not look like it is suitable for regular living. It has a cold industrial style and the black and gray tones are a bit dull.

In the huge room, there were bursts of dull pounding sounds, and the sandbag hanging in the air swayed violently back and forth with the man's movements.

Sweat slid from the ends of his chestnut brown hair onto his well-defined cheeks and nose, and then dripped vertically onto the ground.

The man wore only a black vest. His arms and back, defined by their lines, showed off his masculinity as he threw a punch. A pair of loose sweatpants hung lazily around his waist, revealing a sexy and tight abdominal muscle line.

The light shone down from above, and the water vapor falling from his body danced in the light.

His strength was swift, his movements were agile, and his eyes fixed on the sandbag were like an eagle locking onto its prey in the sky.

The sandbag swung in the air, and the moment it fell back, it was knocked away by a heavy punch.

As if he was thinking of something unpleasant, he threw the last punch with particularly great force.

Turning around, his delicate facial features were covered with sweat, drops of which slid down along his deep contours.

His chest was heaving violently, his black vest was soaked with sweat, and it was clinging to his thin waist.

He took off the boxing gloves on both hands, and his left palm was wrapped in a circle of white gauze. Due to the intense boxing exercise, bright red blood seeped through the white gauze.

As if he was unaware of the pain, without even glancing at this place, he walked straight out of the room, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the living room, tilted his head back and gulped down half of it.

I looked up at the clock on the wall and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

......

Taking his eyes off the clock, Qiao Ruyi lowered his eyes to look at the drawing in his hand. The white paper was covered with messy lines, which was unsightly.

Under the light, her delicate face looked even whiter.

She suffered from insomnia and couldn't sleep, and couldn't even draw her designs.

I simply crumpled up the messy manuscript and threw it into the trash can.

Came out of the study and went into the bathroom.

......

The bathroom door was open, and her short chestnut brown hair was only half dry, with a hazy mist lingering around her.

The man was shirtless with a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body. His body above the waist was lean and strong, with distinct muscles, which showed the signs of years of exercise and training.

I pushed open a door and a warm yellow light came on.

There was a large wooden table in the room, on which were placed some iron tools such as hammers and nails.

The man sat at the table, took out a bullet shell from the drawer, picked up the carving knife on the table and carefully carved something on the bullet shell.

After a while, he blew on the shell in his hand, blowing away the carved fragments.

A clear "Y" is revealed on the metal shell.

He stared at the letter with dark eyes for a few seconds, then a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he threw the shell into a transparent metal can.

The metal can was about twenty centimeters high, with a lid made of pure gold, and the can was already two-thirds filled with bullet casings.

He leaned back slightly in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

That childish face appeared in my mind again.

That was the second time he saw her.

The dark blue school uniform was draped loosely on his left shoulder. With his hands in his pockets, he walked into the corner he often went to. His young eyes were already filled with indifference.

That quiet corner on campus is his territory, and no one is allowed to enter.

As the white sneakers stepped on the fallen leaves at the corner, a light purple figure appeared in sight.

She was wearing a lavender pinafore dress and her curly hair was tied into a ponytail.

She had her back to him, her figure small.

Like a thief, she lowered her head and stuffed something into her mouth.

Standing behind him, he could see her fair cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel.

"Hey."

His voice was childish but cold.

The person in front heard the voice and quickly turned around. When he saw him, his big eyes became noticeably rounder.

A little boy looks like an exquisite porcelain doll, so beautiful that he is unforgettable.

She has been waiting for him for a long time.

"Little brother."

Her mouth was full and her shouts were unclear.

"why is it you again?"

Ling Che looked at her puffed-up cheeks expressionlessly. Last time, she insisted on watching ants moving with him, and today she was hiding in her own territory and secretly eating.

Xiao Qiao Ruyi ran towards him in small steps, stretched out her left hand, and looked at him sincerely, "Want some candy, little brother?"

Ling Che saw that she had a handful of peanut candy in her hand and said, "I don't want to eat it."

"What about the butterfly cakes? They're delicious."

She stretched out her right hand toward him again, holding two crumbly snacks in her palm.

Ling Che then noticed that her round lips were covered with crumbs of foam and frowned in disgust, "No."

Xiao Qiao Ruyi's round eyes drooped. "My mom doesn't allow me to eat anything too sweet, especially peanut candy. It's a pity that you don't eat it either."

She wasn't allowed to eat, so she ate secretly?

Seeing the regret on her little face, Ling Che reached out and took the handful of peanut candies and put them in his pocket. He walked expressionlessly to the steps beside the pond not far away and sat down.

Seeing that she took the candy, Xiao Qiao Ruyi smiled happily, followed him and sat next to him, imitating him.

Ling Che said nothing, just looked at the pond quietly.

There were still bruises on his fair cheeks that had not faded. Xiao Qiao Ruyi tilted her head and stared at him for a long time.

"Little brother, why do you always fight with others?" she asked in a soft voice.

"......" Ling Che did not answer.

"Little brother, I'm five years old, how about you?"

"..."

"Little brother, my name is Qiao Ruyi, what's your name?"

"..."

"Little brother, why don't you talk to me?" Xiao Qiao Ruyi was a little unhappy and pouted.

Ling Che glanced at her and said in a cold voice, "Why are you here?"

Xiao Qiao Ruyi blinked her big eyes and said, "I came to see you."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Because you're pretty." Xiao Qiao Ruyi shook her ponytail, "I like pretty boys."

Ling Che rolled his eyes, "Superficial."

"I'm just superficial." Xiao Qiao Ruyi smiled with a smile, "Because I'm white."

Ling Che was amused by her and quickly turned his face away awkwardly.

Xiao Qiao Ruyi came close to her and narrowed her eyes, "Little brother, you're smiling! You look so beautiful when you smile!"

Then she asked, "I said I would watch ants moving with you the next day, why didn't you come?"

Ling Che looked at her innocent eyes speechlessly, "It rained the next day, and there were no ants moving."

"Oh." Xiao Qiao Ruyi sat up straight. "So when it rains, there are no ants moving."

No wonder she waited for him for a long time, but he didn't come, causing her clothes to get wet.

The small phone in her schoolbag rang, and when she picked it up, she called out sweetly, "Mom!"

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone and fell into Ling Che's ears.

"Xiaoyi, where are you? Mommy is waiting for you at the school gate, come over quickly."

"Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, she tilted her head and smiled at Ling Che, "Little brother, my mother is here to pick me up. I want to go home."

"This is for you." She took out a small brooch badge.

Ling Che took it and saw a "Y" engraved on it.

"Mom calls me Xiaoyi, and you can call me Xiaoyi too, little brother."

Xiao Qiao Ruyi stood up and smiled sweetly, "Next time we meet, you must tell me your name."

After saying that, she skipped away with her little schoolbag on her back.

Ling Che turned his head and stared at her small figure for a long time until she disappeared.

He put the badge into his school uniform pocket and muttered, "Qiao, Ru, Yi? Xiao Yi?"