Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

After crossing the finish line and taking first place, the black sports car did not stop but accelerated again.

The yellow sports car and the white sports car rushed to the finish line one after another. Song Yanzhi and Song Xilan both stared at the Bugatti that disappeared into the night with wide eyes.

Song Xilan pointed ahead and asked, "Why is he still running?"

Song Yanzhi shook his head and joked, "Maybe I forgot to step on the brakes."

Han Luochen got out of the car and looked in the direction where the black car disappeared. "Did my brother run too fast and forget how many laps he ran?"

As he was speaking, he realized that the green sports car behind him had not come over yet, and there was not even a shadow of it in sight.

He looked at Song Yanzhi, "Could that Miss Fang Ran have eloped with Ou Zilin?"

After saying that, she felt something was wrong, "No, could it be that Ou Zilin eloped with her?"

Song Yanzhi ignored his nonsense and came to his side and joked, "Master Luo, if Fang Ran hadn't suddenly slowed down, you would have been the scapegoat."

"So what?" Han Luochen smiled indifferently, "There's no rule that only the last one will lose 10 million US dollars."

He raised his hand and put his arm around Song Yanzhi's shoulders. "Brother Yanzhi, so what if you came in second? Doesn't that mean you'll lose all your money, wife?"

Song Yanzhi quickly shook his hand away, "Go away, who said my wife is only worth 10 million."

Han Luochen grasped the key point, with gossipy eyes, "So, you already have someone to marry?"

Han Luochen's voice was quite loud, and Song Xilan, who was fixing her hair over there, happened to hear it.

She turned her head to look at Song Yanzhi, then turned back to continue fixing her hair.

She knew last time that Song Yanzhi was pursuing someone, and he said he was rejected. Now, judging by what he said, he must have succeeded.

She adjusted her woolen hat. In that case, she should keep a proper distance.

......

On the other side, a green Ferrari stopped by the bridge because of a phone call from the driver's seat.

Fang Ran opened the door and got out of the car, then walked to the bridge and answered the phone.

Ou Zilin was sitting in the passenger seat and couldn't hear what she said. He only saw that her usually calm face seemed a little depressed after she answered the phone.

He got out of the car and stood beside her. Fang Ran turned to look at the tall man beside her and said politely, "Sorry, I lost."

"It doesn't matter." Ou Zilin said indifferently. Money was not important to him.

Besides, his money is the headquarters' money, and the headquarters' money is Ling Che's money.

In the end, Ling Che's money was just transferred from his left pocket to his right pocket.

Fang Ran lowered his head and searched in the pockets of his overalls and sweatshirt, then looked up at the man in front of him, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Ou Ziling's dark eyes were calm and still. "I don't smoke."

"Okay." Fang Ran turned and looked at the lake under the bridge, resisting the urge to smoke.

The man next to him didn't say anything, but he didn't intend to leave either.

Fang Ran turned to look at him, "The car keys are in the car. You can leave first. I'll take a taxi later."

The man's dark eyes stared at her steadily. "Now that you're in my car, we're comrades. In our army, abandoning your comrades is a capital crime. Wait until you've calmed down before we leave. Before that, I won't bother you."

After saying this, he looked forward calmly, and indeed did not disturb her.

He spoke in a serious tone, his eyes firm yet with a hint of indifference and alienation.

Fang Ran doesn't like men and has never had much contact with men, but she doesn't hate the man in front of her at this moment.

She smiled gently, said "thank you", turned her head and stared at the lake quietly.

The cold wind blew in the middle of the night, and the two people on the bridge were quiet and silent.

After a long time, Fang Ran turned around and said, "Let's go, otherwise they will think we are missing."

......

The black sports car drove westward and returned to the villa.

Just as Qiao Ruyi was wondering why Ling Che suddenly came back, she saw that the helicopter on the helipad not far away was ready, and Qi Jin and Qi Shui were already waiting there.

Before she could react, Ling Che stuffed her into the helicopter.

The helicopter slowly rose into the sky and crossed a large area of ​​sea.

Ling Che held the person on his shoulders and looked down at the panoramic view below with ease.

The night was too dark for Qiao Ruyi to tell the direction. She looked up at the man and asked, "Where are we going?"

Ling Che rubbed her head in a mysterious manner, "You'll know when you get there."

Qiao Ruyi asked again, "Aren't you going to tell them?"

Ling Che frowned, "You think their light bulbs aren't bright enough, huh?"

Qiao Ruyi smiled with the corners of his mouth curved. He was obviously very happy these days, but he still looked disgusted.

The helicopter flew over a vast sea, flew to an independent island, and finally landed on the helipad in front of the island villa.

After getting off the helicopter, Qiao Ruyi could see clearly that the villa in front of her was brightly lit and luxurious and spacious.

She looked at the man next to her in disbelief, only to see him smile softly, "I asked you before if there was any place you wanted to buy, and you couldn't name it, so I took it upon myself to buy you this Bryher Isles of Scilly."

He held the person in his arms and walked towards the villa. "The sunrise and sunset here are very famous, and the island hugs the beach and nestles in the valley. It's a great place for vacation. Every time we come to Country Y in the future, we can come here for vacation. Next summer, we can come here to enjoy the sea breeze."

"The most important thing is," he lowered his head and leaned close to Qiao Ruyi's white earlobe, his voice low and hoarse, "no one will disturb us here, we can do whatever we want."

His voice was so seductive that Qiao Ruyi's face flushed. She looked up at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Ling Che laughed, "Are you mistaken? I was talking about exercise."

He smiled and said word by word, "For example, a sport for two people, a sport between you and me."

The hidden meaning in his words was too obvious. Qiao Ruyi's face became hotter and hotter, and her fair skin turned a layer of pink.

There are no servants in the villa on the island, only an aunt who comes to clean regularly.

The whole villa is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of waves hitting the beach.

Ling Che came out of the shower and dried his half-dried hair. He didn't see Qiao Ruyi in the bedroom. As he walked down the stairs, he heard faint noises coming from the kitchen.

Just as he walked through the restaurant and reached the kitchen door, he looked fixedly at the person at the kitchen counter, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Qiao Ruyi stood there, preparing fruit. The warm light from above fell on her, clean and beautiful.

A word suddenly popped up in Ling Che's mind: the years are quiet and good.