Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The weather forecast was indeed true, and the next day, it snowed heavily in London.

On Christmas Day, the whole of London was covered in heavy snow, and the white snow was so beautiful that it looked like a painting.

Outside the huge glass window, snowflakes as big as goose feathers were flying all over the sky.

Through the glass window, the fireplace in the villa's living room was burning brightly, and the teacups on the tea table were filled with the rich aroma of tea.

The man sitting on the sofa was wearing a black home suit, holding a purple clay teacup with his slender fingertips, and his whole posture was very comfortable and lazy.

Song Yanzhi sat across from him, took a sip of tea, and said seriously, "If Zhuang Ce is still alive, then the person behind the scenes who helped him to be killed by the explosion under the noses of the police must be quite capable."

"That's right." Ling Che half-closed his eyes and glanced at the teacup in his hand. "Even the fact that Ruyi and I were being hunted in Tolispur was closely related to Zhuang Ce and the people behind him."

He curled the corners of his lips and said, "It was Zhuang Ce who killed my father. Not only that, there were other people involved."

"But according to the information I found, Zhuang Ce's actions were aimed at your Ling's company." Song Yanzhi asked puzzledly, "Not only did he kill Uncle Ling, he also wanted people to hunt you and Sister Yi down. So what is his purpose in doing all this?"

Two cheerful figures appeared in the snow outside the glass window.

Ling Che and Song Yanzhi looked over at the same time, only to see Qiao Ruyi and Song Xilan wrapped themselves up tightly and having a snowball fight in the snow.

Ling Che's eyes were always fixed on the person in the light purple cotton coat, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"If he was targeting the company, there's no need to resort to murder. The most likely scenario is that my father knew about the shady dealings behind his charity, and the network of relationships involved in these dealings is too vast. If exposed, he and his backers would likely be brought down together."

Song Yanzhi's expression grew even more serious. "You're saying that Uncle Ling was murdered because he most likely knew everything behind this? Or maybe he even had enough evidence?"

Ling Che looked out the window at the smiling face in the snow and drank the tea in his cup in one gulp. "No matter what, these things should be over as soon as possible."

He never thought that he could live peacefully with her like this, but now he was greedy for this peaceful and comfortable life.

Song Yanzhi understood what he meant. It was time for his cautious moves over the past few years to come to an end.

"Zhuang Ce can no longer return to China. As soon as he enters Chinese territory, he will be targeted by the police. As for him and the forces behind him, you can leave them to the police."

Ling Che looked at him and smiled gently, "Now that you mention it, it suddenly occurred to me that the LS Group's vice president position is still vacant. What do you think? Are you interested?"

Song Yanzhi felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and he shrank back cautiously, "Don't mess with me, I just want to live a free and easy life. I don't even manage my father's company. If I join your company, I will have to live the life of a social animal every day."

As if afraid that Ling Che would force him to take the position, Song Yanzhi ran out immediately after saying, "Let's go have a snowball fight!"

As soon as he went out, a snowball as big as a fist hit him steadily.

Qiao Ruyi covered her mouth in surprise, but an unstoppable smile appeared in her eyes. "Sorry, sorry Yanzhi, I didn't mean it!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Song Xilan couldn't stop laughing while pinching the snowball. "Song Yanzhi, you are so unlucky!"

"Sister Yi, if you hit me, I'm going to take revenge!"

As Song Yanzhi spoke, he bent down, grabbed a large ball of snow and rolled it into a ball.

Qiao Ruyi took one look and realized something was wrong. She quickly turned around and ran.

Just as he ran two steps with his head in his hands, he suddenly bumped into a strong and warm embrace.

She raised her head and smiled, "Ling Che! Song Yanzhi wanted to hit me, get revenge for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanzhi threw a snowball at him. Ling Che was quick-witted and dodged it sideways while holding Qiao Ruyi.

The snowball hit nothing, and Qiao Ruyi hid in Ling Che's arms and giggled.

In the snow, her skin was very white, her nose and lips were red, and her curved eyes were wet when she smiled.

Ling Che recalled the time in Ling Palace when she was as happy as a little child in the snow.

Just when he was distracted, a big snowball suddenly hit him and landed on him.

"Hahaha!" Song Yanzhi laughed loudly not far away, "Mr. Ling, you didn't dodge it!"

Before Ling Che could fight back, Qiao Ruyi rolled up a snowball and threw it at Song Yanzhi.

Song Yanzhi dodged to the side and said, "Look, look! Our sister Yi is protecting her husband!"

"Hehe, you have no one to protect you!" Song Xilan laughed, and then raised the snowball in her hand and threw it at him. The second before throwing it, she changed direction and threw it at Ling Che.

"I've had my revenge!"

For a moment, the snowball fight between the four people turned into two teams. Song Xilan hid behind Song Yanzhi, attacking from time to time, and all the snowballs thrown by Ling Che were dodged.

Qiao Ruyi stood next to Ling Che, and when she saw a snowball thrown by the other party, she would quickly pull him back or be blocked by him.

The last four people looked like they had rolled in the snow, with snow all over their bodies.

"There's a performance in Central Park tonight, and we can just make it!" Song Xilan suggested, "Hurry up, we can take a shower and get going now!"

......

Qiao Ruyi had just finished taking a shower and changed her clothes when she came out and found that Ling Che had already packed up and was making a phone call in the room.

The black coat made him look even taller and straighter, with a back as straight as a pine tree, broad shoulders and long legs. He looked good no matter how you looked at him.

Seeing her come out, he hung up the phone and wrapped the scarf in his hand around her neck, "Dress warmly, it's cold outside."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head, curling her lips, "Ling Che, you are so beautiful."

Ling Che curled his lips into a smile and pinched her fair face, "So when you were five years old, you also thought I was pretty, that's why you often came to see me, right?"

All in all, this little Joe was just attracted by the girl's beauty.

Qiao Ruyi smiled, her eyes curved.

She had just finished a shower, and her scent was so good that Ling Che couldn't help but bend down and sniff her fair neck a few times, then kissed her earlobe, "I will always look good, so you can only look at me."

Qiao Ruyi raised her hand and touched the side of his face. "Even if you are not good-looking in the future, I will only look at you."

Ling Che straightened up and rubbed her lips with his fingertips. "Why didn't I realize before that this mouth is not only good for kissing, but also for speaking." "Ling Che." Qiao Ruyi looked at his handsome face with sparkling eyes. "Actually, I didn't expect that we knew each other so long ago. If I could go back in time, I really hope to fall in love with you the first time I saw you."

Ling Che asked with amusement, "You were still young and heartless back then, how could you possibly fall in love with me?"

"Besides," Ling Che narrowed his eyes, "Didn't you say that you fell in love with me the first time you saw me three years ago today? You fell in love with me at first sight."

"That's different." Qiao Ruyi shook her head. "There was a gap of seventeen years between the first time I saw you three years ago and the first time I saw you when I was five years old."