Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

She spoke with extreme seriousness, like a knight supporting the king in battle, with a serious and determined light in her eyes.

Ling Che stared into her eyes, feeling a huge warmth in his chest, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

I want to say something, but I can't.

He looked at her pink lips and lowered his head to kiss her.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the bars on both sides of the coast lit up with colorful neon lights, illuminating the sea like a brilliant galaxy.

The man's tall body enveloped the slender figure in his arms, and he lowered his head to explore every inch of her sweetness.

Qiao Ruyi also put her arms around his waist. Even through his black jacket, she could feel the man's burning body temperature and his heavy, strong heartbeat.

The deep kiss at this moment is worth a thousand words.

Suddenly, the sound of a camera was heard nearby. Their lips parted, and they both turned their heads at the same time, only to see a middle-aged man with pure Y country ancestry looking at them with a smile.

The man came up with a camera in his hand and smiled, "I'm sorry to interrupt your sweet time, but the scene you just had was so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a picture."

Hearing this, Qiao Ruyi's fair face turned a pale blush of shyness.

"It's okay." Ling Che smiled, "Can you give us the photos you took just now?"

When he spoke, he spoke with a pure Country Y accent. Qiao Ruyi looked up at him and found that his voice was even more charming and pleasant when he spoke English, with a hint of sexiness.

"Of course, no problem." The man handed them the photos he had just taken. "You are so pleasing to the eyes, even more beautiful than the scenery here. May your happiness infect everyone here."

Ling Che took the photo, the corners of his lips raised in satisfaction.

In the photo, colorful lights are reflected on the sparkling sea. The tall figure of the man holds the woman in his arms. Only the man's handsome and three-dimensional profile can be vaguely seen. The lingering kiss when he lowers his head is ambiguous and moving.

He is satisfied.

Just as the man taking the photo was about to leave, Qiao Ruyi quickly called out to him, "Sir."

She smiled politely and asked, "Can you take another picture of us?"

"Of course." The other party was happy to do so.

Hearing her suggest taking another photo, Ling Che raised his eyebrows.

Seeing her approaching, Ling Che took the initiative to prepare to accept her kiss. The next second, her palm fell on his shoulder and patted it, "Lower your head."

Ling Che smiled and bent down.

Qiao Ruyi glanced at him and said, "Lower."

Ling Che bent his knees again until he was on the same level with her.

Qiao Ruyi adjusted her posture, raised her hand, pulled his profile and smiled sweetly at the camera.

Ling Che was dissatisfied with why it was not a kiss, and turned to ask her, when his lips brushed against the side of her face, and a "click" sound was heard, recording this moment.

Ling Che was dissatisfied, but Qiao Ruyi was very satisfied.

The man from Country Y handed them the photo with a smile and said, "I wish you happiness forever."

The woman in the photo is smiling sweetly, her eyes curved into a crescent moon, and the man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes is kissing her cheek in her palm.

The corners of Qiao Ruyi's mouth curled up high, and her eyes were full of honey as she looked at the photo.

Ling Che looked at her charming smile and couldn't help but raise his hand to ruffle her hair.

Qiao Ruyi is so cute.

The person being praised opened his palm and said, "Give me your wallet."

Ling Che raised an eyebrow and did as he was told.

Qiao Ruyi took it, opened his wallet, and put the photo of the two kissing in it.

Then he took out his wallet and put another photo in it.

Ling Che watched her movements, the smile on his lips deepening.

Returning his wallet to him, Qiao Ruyi looked up, her straight nose reddened by the cold wind. "One for each of us. No one can lose it."

"Yes." Ling Che put the wallet away, "My dear wife."

The corners of Qiao Ruyi's lips moved, and she narrowed her eyes. "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Ling Che smiled and said, "Yes, my dear wife."

Qiao Ruyi frowned, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, "The wind was too strong, I still couldn't hear clearly."

Ling Che bent down and looked into her smiling eyes, "My dear wife?"

Qiao Ruyi held his face in her hands and rubbed it, her lips curled up, "I heard a little bit clearly."

"Just a little bit?" Ling Che raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Qiao Ruyi nodded seriously, "It would be better if the voice was a little louder."

Ling Che smiled and looked at her for two seconds, then leaned forward, his lips touching her fair earlobe, his voice extremely low and seductive, "Baby, wife, little darling..."

When he left, he maliciously bit her cold earlobe.

"Which one do you like to listen to?"

Qiao Ruyi raised her hands and put her arms around his neck, her smiling eyes sparkling.

Just as she was about to say something back to him, her eyes swept across the crowd not far away and she suddenly stopped smiling.

"what happened?"

Ling Che looked at her suddenly furrowed eyebrows and followed her line of sight.

Qiao Ruyi let go of him and her face became serious. "I think I saw He Yifei."

Hearing this, Ling Che frowned, straightened up, and subconsciously took her hand, fearing that she would chase after him on impulse again.

Qiao Ruyi met his eyes, "Ling Che, I really saw He Yifei!"

There was urgency in her eyes, and Ling Che could see that she really wanted to save that unrelated woman.

When she turned around and looked at the crowd over there, Qiao Ruyi was startled and met a pair of panicked and desperate eyes.

He Yifei was still wearing the same ragged clothes from that day, standing in the crowd with disheveled hair and a dirty face, looking no different from a beggar begging on the street.

Begging on the street was a common sight, so no one stopped to look at her or pay any attention to her.

When Qiao Ruyi looked at her, she was also looking at him.

He Yifei also noticed the man next to her, and her eyes suddenly became red.

She had seen the man on the Internet and in magazines. He was the famous president of Ling Group in Beijing.

She smiled gently. It was almost there. She might have been saved.

Qiao Ruyi looked at her sudden smile and thought she was seeing her rekindled hope.

"Don't go there."

Ling Che grabbed her hand and frowned.

Qiao Ruyi looked at him in confusion. Just as she was about to break free from Ling Che's hand and walk towards him, she saw He Yifei mouthing something to her.

The lip movements seemed to say—

"do not come."

She smiled lightly, and suddenly large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of her mouth and spit all over the floor.

Suddenly, screams were heard all around. Qiao Ruyi suddenly opened her eyes wide, and at this moment, a tall figure blocked her sight.

Ling Che stood in front of her, unable to bear to let her see such a bloody scene.

Looking down at her, she was indeed pale with fright.

Qiao Ruyi's heart was pounding. She took a step away from the man and looked over. He Yifei was lying in a pool of bright red blood, her face pale.