Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Shen Qian's subtle question was to remind him that he had not responded to the other party just now, thinking that he was distracted.

"No need." Ling Che swallowed the strawberry in his mouth. "I understand what Mr. Karen meant just now. AE Group wants to join forces with LS Group to build an AI simulation industry, and then expand and monopolize the Asia-Pacific region."

"That's exactly what I mean." The foreign man on the other end didn't expect that he was actually listening carefully.

“AI robots can indeed replace simple and repetitive labor, but they still have a long way to go in terms of emotional patterns and emotional value.”

Ling Che smiled, "I don't think it's a good decision to monopolize an industry at this time. True development should be about letting a hundred flowers bloom. Only such an industry is more promising."

Qiao Ruyi held the strawberry and looked at him intently as he made business decisions rationally and wisely. She was also surprised that Ling Che, who was eating strawberries just now, actually listened to the content of the meeting and was able to make a decision quickly.

When Ling Che's meeting ended, Qiao Ruyi had just finished watching the video.

The man closed the computer and pinched his brows.

"tired?"

It was already late, and Qiao Ruyi could see that he was a little tired. She closed her computer and was about to stand up and tell him to rest when someone hugged her waist.

The man's arms restrained her slender waist and he lowered his head to rub her face.

Qiao Ruyi asked with amusement, "What?"

"I still want to eat strawberries." Ling Che spoke in a lazy voice.

Qiao Ruyi looked at the fruit bowl and saw that there were only other fruits but no strawberries. "Then I'll go wash them for you."

The man hugged her tighter, one arm around her waist and the other holding her chin, "You ate so many strawberries, I'll eat you too."

As soon as he finished speaking, those hot thin lips pressed down on hers, wantonly exploring the sweet strawberry flavor in her mouth.

Ling Che's kiss was passionate and domineering, with his unique cool breath, locking Qiao Ruyi tightly in his arms and kissing her wantonly.

At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of their lips touching could be heard, and no one disturbed them.

The salty sea breeze hit the glass, and the fireplace in the room was burning with a red fire. The heating was just right, so much so that Qiao Ruyi didn't realize when someone pulled down her shoulder strap on the sofa.

Her clothes half fell off her shoulders. She lay on the sofa, looking at the man on her body with a misty look in her eyes.

Ling Che's hands were burning hot as they touched her skin. Just now, when she was walking around and swaying while he was in a meeting, he couldn't control his emotions and couldn't wait to take off her loose and silky nightgown.

At this moment, the light-colored nightgown was faintly draped over her snow-white skin, and the hazy beauty made his breathing heavier.

......

Qiao Ruyi didn't know how long this passionate affair lasted. Even when she was exhausted and could hardly open her eyes, he still had no intention of letting her go.

Later, when she was half asleep and half awake, she felt her throat was dry and burning. When she was sweating profusely, someone carried her to take a bath and gave her water before returning her to bed.

The temperature in the bedroom was just right. The man held her in his arms, wrapped her in a thin blanket, and inserted his slender, clean fingers into hers, interlocking theirs.

Ling Che lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with the laziness of sexual satisfaction, "Qiao Ruyi, the sun is rising."

The person in his arms was extremely tired, his limbs were too exhausted to lift, and he reluctantly raised his eyelids and squinted, only then realizing that the sky outside the window had brightened up, stained with a layer of golden light.

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the bedroom face the beach in front, and you can clearly see where the sea and the sky meet. The golden sun has come out, shining a warm color on the sea surface.

"Yeah." Qiao Ruyi's voice was also lazy. "What a beautiful sunrise."

When she spoke, her voice was extremely hoarse. Thinking of the exciting love affair she had just experienced, she blushed with shyness.

Ling Che tightened his arms around her, wishing he could hold her in his arms.

"I've seen countless sunrises, but none as beautiful as today."

He gazed at the sunrise in the distance, a faint smile on his lips. Two seconds later, he spoke again, "I've already thought of names. The girl will be named Ling Jiaqiao, and the boy will be named Ling Muyi."

"What do you think?" he asked the person in his arms.

Qiao Ruyi was dozing off and didn't react for a moment when she heard his words.

"What name—" She suddenly realized halfway through her words, tilted her head and glanced at the man's handsome profile, "Are you talking about our future child?"

"Or else?" Ling Che raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile in his eyes, "Think about it in advance, so you won't be too late to think about it later."

"How could it be too late?" Qiao Ruyi laughed, "It's still early."

"So what do you think?" Ling Che looked down at her.

"Ling Jiaqiao? Ling Muyi?" Qiao Ruyi repeated the two names, her eyes curved into a smile, and she clasped her hands tighter. "Nice to hear."

Ling Che smiled and rubbed his chin against the top of her head. "You've been tired all night, get some sleep."

Qiao Ruyi turned over, facing his strong chest, put her arms around his waist, rested her head on his arms and closed her eyes.

......

It was almost afternoon when Qiao Ruyi woke up. She was woken by hunger.

The energy she had consumed throughout the night had not yet been replenished. She opened her eyes and found that Ling Che was no longer on the bed, leaving only the lingering scent of him.

There were two text messages in the phone, one from Song Xilan and one from Fang Ran.

Song Xilan: [Ruyi baby, Fang Ran and I are returning home today. We won't disturb you and your husband's little world. We'll meet again when you come back.]

Fang Ran: [Ruyi, I'm relieved to see that everything is going well for you in London. Have fun. Xilan and I will be waiting for you in Beijing.]

Qiao Ruyi looked at the text message for a long time, and her nose felt a little sore.

She is not a person who likes to be in a crowd, but the appearance of this group of friends in the past few days has made her life lively and exciting. The sudden separation made her feel a little blocked in her heart.

A few days ago, Ye Qing also sent her an email, saying that the design had completed the selection of fabrics according to her requirements, and it was now at the stage of making samples. She needed to be there in person to control the specific details.

Qiao Ruyi calculated the time and decided it was time for her to go back.

......

The sun's afterglow streamed into the kitchen through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a large, mottled shadow. The man at the kitchen counter was tall, wearing a pure white pullover and a brown apron.

Holding steak tongs between clean and slender fingers, he is carefully cooking a piece of fragrant steak.

The warm winter sun shone on his chestnut-brown hair, making his already pale skin appear even fairer. His three-dimensional features became even more profound and captivating in the interplay of light and shadow.

When Qiao Ruyi went downstairs, she saw such a breathtaking scene.

She suddenly grinned. A man like Ling Che could really hold a gun, cook, race a car, and make money.

The most important thing is that she has good looks and nice hands.

No matter how Qiao Ruyi thought about it, she felt that she had made a fortune.