Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

While eating breakfast, Qiao Ruyi's eyes fell on the white porcelain bowl in front of her.

The sweet and tender seafood meat is wrapped in the delicate and delicious white porridge, which is full of freshness and fragrance and very appetizing.

On the other plate was the cleaned crab meat and crab roe with butter.

She liked eating crabs, but she didn't specifically tell Aunt Zhang about it.

I don’t know if Ling Che did this by chance, or if he really remembered her preferences.

She couldn't help but think of Ling Che's words last night, "I love you so much!"

How much love do you have?

And when did it start?

She began to get curious.

"Not to your liking?"

Seeing that she started to lose focus after taking just one mouthful of porridge, Ling Che frowned slightly.

Qiao Ruyi raised her eyes and suddenly asked, "Ling Che, besides me, have you ever cooked for anyone else?"

Ling Che sneered, "Except for you, who else is so lucky?"

These broken crabs pricked him several times. If Qiao Ruyi didn't like to eat them, he wouldn't have endured these pricks.

"Oh~" Qiao Ruyi nodded meaningfully.

It seemed to be true. Ling Che was of such noble status that the fish he usually ate were peeled for him by the servants. When he went back to the Ling family manor to eat, even the fish bones were picked out by others.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruyi felt that the crab meat in the bowl became sweeter.

Seeing that she had almost finished eating, Ling Che said, "I have to go out to do something later. You stay at home. If you get bored and want to go out, let Qi Shui follow you."

Qi Jin and Qi Shui have always been by Ling Che's side, and Qiao Ruyi is used to being alone and is not used to having someone following her around.

She finished the last mouthful of porridge and said, "I'm at home and not going anywhere. Just let them follow you."

"Then..." Ling Che raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I'll be back on time before 5 pm."

Is this the start of reporting the itinerary?

Qiao Ruyi looked at him with a smile and waved his hand, "Okay."

Ling Che was about to stand up when Qiao Ruyi called him, "Wait a minute."

She just stood up and trotted out of the restaurant, then trotted back.

He was carrying a medicine box in his hand.

Placing it on the dining table in front of Ling Che, she opened the medicine box and took out two Band-Aids.

She stood beside Ling Che, bent over, and placed the back of his hand, which was bulging with veins, on the table.

Ling Che has fair skin, and the tiny wounds on his fingers and the back of his hands are visible at a glance.

Qiao Ruyi knew without hesitation that he was injured while handling crabs.

Although the wound was shallow, she still felt a little distressed when she saw it.

She tore off the Band-Aid and carefully put it on his hand.

Ling Che's eyes were deep as he stared straight at her profile.

Under the bright light, you can even see the fine hairs on her face, and her delicate skin is like a peeled egg.

These Band-Aids are not for use on hands.

Instead, it was directly placed on a certain spot on his heart.

Ling Che felt something bubbling out of his chest, almost about to overflow.

"All right."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head, and her glass-like eyes met his bottomless eyes.

She curled her lips into a smile, deliberately lifting Ling Che's chin with her fingers, looking at his impeccable face, "Today's porridge is delicious, and the crab meat is delicious too."

After saying that, she lowered her head and kissed the corner of Ling Che's lips.

“That’s the real reward.”

Is she teasing him on purpose again?

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared at her waist. The hot hands grasped her slender waist, and then she spun around and was pulled into his arms.

Sitting on his strong and powerful thighs, his hot breath sprayed on her neck.

"Qiao Ruyi, I suddenly don't want to go out."

When he said this, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, very seductive, and made people feel itchy.

His meaning was direct and passionate.

Aunt Zhang was still upstairs, and there were quite a few people outside the villa. With so many people around in broad daylight, Qiao Ruyi felt a little embarrassed. "Stop making trouble. Go out and do something important."

Ling Che rubbed his chin against her neck and neck, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

"Then you wait for me."

"it is good."

......

The low-key and noble Rolls-Royce Phantom is driving on the road.

Qi Jin was driving the car while sitting in the driver's seat, but from time to time he would glance through the rearview mirror at the man sitting lazily in the back.

Qi Shui was also sitting in the back. He handed Ling Che a cigarette and lit it, his eyes unable to stop looking at his hand holding the cigarette.

Through the rearview mirror, Ling Che happened to meet Qi Jin's curious eyes, which scared Qi Jin so much that he quickly looked away.

Then he glanced at Qi Shui again, "What are you two brothers doing flirting with each other?"

Qi Shui coughed lightly, "Mr. Ling, is your hand injured?"

Since following Ling Che, the two brothers have seen him get injured quite a lot. Recently, he had bite wounds and knife wounds on his hands, and they were bloody, but he never said a word of pain, let alone stitches.

When did you get injured and use a Band-Aid?

An injury that can be treated with a Band-Aid shouldn't be a serious injury. If it's not a serious injury, why would Ling Shao need a Band-Aid?

Qi Shui couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask more questions.

Ling Che held a cigarette between his slender fingertips. He looked at the neatly applied Band-Aids on the back of his hand and fingers, and his lips, which had just been raised, fell down again.

He spat out two words to Qi Shuiyou, "Nonsense."

When Qi Shui heard this, he dared not say a word.

Qi Jin, who was driving, tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers. He should have guessed who put the Band-Aid on it.

......

A black luxury car was parked outside an abandoned warehouse.

The heavy iron gate of the warehouse was pulled down, leaving only a gap of about ten centimeters, through which a ray of light came in.

Loud howls from the man came out from the gap.

I heard the sound of a car stopping and the door was opened from the inside, raising a cloud of dust.

Four or five men in black stood in the dim warehouse, punching and kicking the man on the ground.

The beaten man lay on the dusty ground, curled up and howling.

The car door opened and Ling Che got out, wearing a black silk shirt with two buttons casually undone at the collar, revealing a hint of nonchalance.

With his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, one hand holding a lit cigarette and the other casually tucked into his pocket, he exuded a noble yet uninhibited aura.

Seeing him walk into the warehouse, the leading man hurried forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Ling, this guy pretended to be a courier and went to your residence in the middle of the night. He was stubborn and refused to reveal who his boss was, no matter how hard we tried."

Did not say?

That means the other party must have offered a heavier bargaining chip, or a threat more important than life.

Ling Che glanced at the man on the ground with indifferent eyes, raised his hand and took a puff of his cigarette.

Qi Jin, who was following behind him, immediately understood what he meant. He took out the pistol hanging behind his waist, loaded it, and handed it to the man in front of him.

He took the pistol from his pocket and without blinking, shot the man on the ground in the right wrist.

"Oh!"

The bullet passed through the man's wrist, leaving a pitch-black hole from which dark red blood oozed.

As if they were afraid that he would die from excessive blood loss, the people nearby hurried over to stop the bleeding and bandage him.

Ling Che took another slow puff of his cigarette, puffing away the smoke as he spoke nonchalantly, "Let me ask you again, who asked you to come?"

The man was indeed stubborn. Even at this point, he didn't say anything except howling.

Ling Che scoffed, "You're not mute, but you're not talking. It seems I was too gentle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the gun in his hand and shot the man's other wrist again.

The man fainted from the pain.

Ling Che casually tossed the gun to Qi Jin and said as he walked out, "Give it to the police station."

Qi Jin put away his gun and followed him, "Mr. Ling, where are we going next?"

"Qiao Mansion."