Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

He frowned, "When did you get in touch with her?"

"How can I contact her? I can't afford to offend the eldest daughter of the Xu family. I only met her once in Cardiff before, and she left her phone number." At this moment, Han Luochen held the phone like a hot potato, "What should I do, answer it or not?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Ling Che raised his hand and took a sip of wine, his eyes following Qiao Ruyi's direction. "They called you."

"Don't you know why they called me?"

Han Luochen glanced at him helplessly, then picked up the phone and suddenly changed his tone, "Zhao Zhao."

"Ah? Are you asking Ling Che?"

Han Luochen was just about to ask Ling Che what he meant, but before he could open his mouth, he saw him stand up and walk away without caring about his life or death.

"Ling Che is doing well recently, just a little busy."

Han Luochen laughed as he watched Ling Che walk over to Ou Zilin and sit down. "I don't know how long he'll be in London. He's unpredictable, and he'll just fly wherever he wants."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you convey your greetings." Han Luochen said and hung up the phone.

......

At the table, Ling Che lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled smoke as he looked at Ou Zilin. "Nothing's happened these past few days, right?"

"No," Ou Zilin said, "the other side has lost so many people, it seems that they have no intention of fighting back."

Ling Che narrowed his eyes, "Chief Alvin has already contacted the Chinese police to investigate. Those desperate criminals should be leaving Country Y to hide out in a short time."

Ou Zilin suddenly remembered something and said, "Mr. Valen knew you had returned to Country Y and called to meet you."

Ling Che smoked a cigarette and chuckled, "He still won't give up."

"Although he's about to step down, he still holds considerable power," Ou Zilin said. "If he really wants to go against us, it will be very troublesome."

Ling Che's eyes were deep as he threw the unburned cigarette in his hand into the wine glass in front of him. With a "crackling" sound, the cigarette butt went out.

"I'll meet with him before I return home." Ling Che chuckled disdainfully, "After all, he's done me a favor, and I can't let him down."

At this moment, Song Yanzhi shouted from a distance, "Young Master Ling, Young Master Ou, do you want to try racing?"

Without waiting for their response, Han Luochen responded, "Then we must play!"

At the other table, Song Xilan looked eagerly at the rows of sports cars parked in the parking spaces. "How cool! I wish I could race cars."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard behind him.

Before Qiao Ruyi turned around, she smelled a faint mint scent on the man, the smell of his cigarette.

Then the other person's magnetic and deep voice sounded above his head, "Want to play?"

Qiao Ruyi turned her head and met a sharp and smooth profile. "Racing?"

"Hmm." Ling Che raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to try it?"

I've thought about it, but I've never tried it, especially since he looks so cool driving a sports car.

Qiao Ruyi hesitated for two seconds, "Then I want to feel it?"

"When there's a girl in the passenger seat, does that make you step on the accelerator harder?"

Han Luochen's peach blossom eyes curved and fell on Song Xilan and Fang Ran. "How about you two ladies, who would be so kind as to take my car?"

"I don't want to ride in your car." Song Xilan turned her head and saw Song Yanzhi coming over. She pointed at him and said, "I want to ride in your car."

"Okay!" Song Yanzhi agreed with a smile, "Miss, please."

Fang Ran was the only one left at the table. Han Luochen looked at her again, but she ignored him completely.

The moment Fang Ran turned his head, he met Ou Zilin's gaze.

She stood up and walked over, standing in front of Ou Zilin, "Which car?"

Ou Zilin reacted and pointed at his sports car. Fang Ran walked over there without saying a word.

Han Luochen stood there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Great, great, the perpetual bachelor has a choice."

He's the only one that no one would choose, right?

Ou Zilin gave him a look that said, "Serves you right."

......

"Everyone, this is the starting point and the end point."

Yu Zuo's subordinate, Tang Ming, acted as the referee. "Go around the east bridge, then to the tunnel, and back through the tunnel. That's one lap, three laps in total."

He marked a spot at the finish line, "Whoever gets here first on the third lap wins."

At the starting point, four sports cars of different colors stood side by side.

"Wow!"

In the yellow Lamborghini, Song Xilan sat next to Song Yanzhi, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement, raising his hands in cheers, "So excited!"

Next to the green Ferrari LaFerrari, Ou Zilin was just about to open the driver's door when suddenly a pair of white and slender hands reached out to the door before him.

Fang Ran glanced at him, his meaning was very clear

Ou Zilin doesn't care who drives.

His hand loosened, "You open it."

Then he opened the passenger seat and sat in.

"Oh my god!" Han Luochen turned his head in disbelief as he sat in the white Pagani. "The iron tree is blooming!"

Ou Zilin gave him a cold look and said, "Get lost."

On the other side, in the black Bugatti Noire, Qiao Ruyi sat in the passenger seat. Ling Che pulled her seatbelt over and fastened it, instructing her, "The speed during racing is different from usual. There are all kinds of tricks during the race. Drifting, spinning, and scraping are common. If you feel too excited or nervous, just tell me and we'll stop."

She imitated the way Ling Che often patted her head, raised her hand and patted his head, and then rubbed his soft chestnut brown hair, "Got it."

Ling Che raised his eyes, a smile in his eyes, "Are you petting the dog?"

Qiao Ruyi curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled. She had felt the speed of his car when she was escaping life and death last time. She felt that there was no more exciting moment than that.

With the experience from last time, I was not nervous this time.

Moreover, she unconditionally believed that Ling Che would not let her get hurt.

At this time, Song Yanzhi shouted again, "Racing without trophies is boring. Do you want to place a bet?"

Han Luochen agreed when he heard it, "Okay, you all have female companions but I don't. I have to win this trophy to comfort myself."

Song Yanzhi opened his mouth and said, "Five million then!"

"Is five million not enough?" Han Luochen raised the price, "Ten million."

Ou Zilin said indifferently, "Whatever."

Fang Ran turned to look at him, "I don't have any money."

She was driving the car, and she didn't have that much money to play with them.

As she said this, she was about to get off the car.

At this moment, a big hand grabbed her arm, and Fang Ran was startled.

Realizing that something was wrong, Ou Zilin quickly let go of his hand.

He said expressionlessly, "I have money. If you win, it's yours. If you lose, it's mine."