Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Hearing Xu Tiancheng's words, Xu Zhaozhao's eyes lit up in the darkness.

"Dad, do you support me being with Ling Che?"

"Of course I support it." Xu Tiancheng smiled. "My daughter is so outstanding, she deserves a better man. Ling Che is not bad. The Ling family is the richest in the country, and he is the head of the Ling family, the only son of the Ling family. In recent years, he has developed the Ling Group to a peak that other conglomerates can't reach. He is the best candidate to be my son-in-law. Besides, this is something you like, so you should be brave enough to fight for it."

After saying that, Xu Tiancheng smiled with satisfaction, "My daughter has good taste."

Hearing Xu Tiancheng's generous praise and approval of Ling Che, and receiving his support, Xu Zhaozhao burst into laughter.

She picked up her phone and asked coquettishly, "Is Ling Che really as good as you say? You were so picky with the men who pursued me before, but now that he's here, you keep praising him."

Xu Tiancheng laughed, "I won't make a mistake with Ling Che. As long as his heart is with you, he will be yours for the rest of his life. He won't go west even if you tell him to go east."

Hearing this, Xu Zhaozhao's smile faded, "But he doesn't have any feelings for me at all now."

Not only that, there is not even the most basic trust.

"Love can be cultivated," Xu Tiancheng said with a smile. "As long as you can seize the opportunity and make him let go of the woman in his heart, there's still a lot of time to go. There's no need to worry that he won't be interested in you."

"I understand, Dad!" Xu Zhaozhao hung up the phone, unable to stop smiling.

......

The next morning, the sky was thick with fog.

Before the sunlight penetrated the white mist, the man was already dressed in the cloakroom on the second floor of Yujingwan Villa.

He wore a black shirt, black pants, and black pants. The all-black outfit did not look dull on his tall and well-proportioned body. Instead, it made him look more noble and had a hint of laziness and mystery.

Her chestnut brown hair was meticulously groomed, with a few strands of bangs falling on her smooth forehead, making her sharp and three-dimensional facial features look more casual.

After buttoning his watch and turning the black Buddhist beads on his hand, the man walked into the bedroom, his gentle gaze falling on the outline of a small bulge on the bed.

I was exhausted last night and I'm still asleep now.

Ling Che stood by the window and leaned over, gently brushing away the hair that was scattered on her cheeks and placing a kiss on her forehead.

After staring at her fair and beautiful face for a few seconds, Ling Che gathered the quilt around her, stood up and left the bedroom.

The private jet landed in London.

More than a dozen black Maybachs were lined up, waiting on the private helipad.

The hatch opened, and a tall man in black came down the escalator, casually lit a cigarette, and sat directly in the back seat of the first car.

The two men following behind him were also dressed in black and had strong builds. They opened the driver's door and the passenger door on the left and right.

Vehicles left the apron one after another and drove into a militarized base two hours later.

Unlike the last time I came, the entrance to the military base was covered with white cloth, and there was a funeral atmosphere ten miles away.

Valen's funeral hall was set up in the huge interior lobby. In the parking lot outside the lobby were parked a number of armored vehicles, as well as luxury cars and sports cars of different colors.

In the lobby, thousands of men with foreign faces dressed in black stood in two rows, stretching from inside the lobby to outside.

The man kneeling at the top was tall, with a youthful, handsome face and striking red hair. On the wall before him hung a black-and-white photo of a middle-aged man.

Outside the mourning hall, the sound of cars driving in one after another could be heard.

Rows of black Maybachs led the way, the scale of the motorcade imposing and the aura particularly powerful. The men standing in two rows in the lobby turned to look, wondering which important figure had come to pay their respects.

The red-haired man didn't look back, but smiled slightly.

he came.

The man in the driver's seat of the Maybach got out and opened the back door, his shiny leather shoes firmly stepping on the ground. Then a tall and slender man also dressed in black got out.

His bottomless eyes were cold and stern. He glanced at the lobby, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and walked in.

All the armed soldiers in the hall knew him.

The man had an impeccably handsome oriental face, and his appearance was identical to that of the strongest soldier in their unit, code-named LC, who had a zero-failure record in missions in the past few years.

This is also the student that Valen is most proud of among the students he has trained in the past ten years, and the only Chinese.

Even the new leader Qin Chao was brought up by this LC.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Qin Chao turned and looked at the man, a faint smile on his handsome face.

"Brother Che, long time no see."

Ling Che didn't even glance at him and walked straight to the mourning hall.

Qin Chao took a step back and watched him put his hands together and bowed to Valen's portrait.

Following Ling Che in were a dozen men in black, and a group of them were guarding the door.

The battle is not small.

Qin Chao looked at his profile and said with a smile, "Brother Che, welcome back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by a sudden punch from the man in front of him.

The new leader of the army was knocked to the ground, but the armed soldiers did not dare to act rashly. They were all secretly wondering in their hearts whether this LC had come back to seize his position.

Qin Chao was punched and blood came out of the corner of his mouth.

Instead of being angry, he laughed and was picked up from the ground by someone by the collar of his clothes.

Ling Che stared at him with a cold gaze, and in a Chinese language that the other foreign faces could not understand, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Qin Chao, you even dared to kill the teacher!"

Qin Chao neither denied nor admitted it, but smiled indifferently, "Barney doesn't deserve this position."

Ling Che sneered, "Are you fucking worthy?"

Hearing his naked mockery, Qin Chao's eyes dimmed, "If you want it, I can give it to you anytime, but others are not worthy."

"You think I care?" Ling Che clutched his clothes tightly, his voice cold. "I know what you're up to. I came here to tell you, don't fucking try to drag me down with you. If you want to live like this for the rest of your life, that's your business. Don't drag me into this."

He spoke decisively, completely brushing off their past few years. Qin Chao sneered, "Brother Che, do you really want to be a clean person?"

Ling Che let go of him, straightened his clothes, and smiled frivolously, "Why, your first move as a new official is to get rid of me?"

Qin Chao glanced at the person he brought with him and smiled.

No wonder Ling Che came here so confidently with only two bodyguards last time—he was certain Valen wouldn't kill him. But he brought so many people today because he was certain he would kill him.

How could he bear to kill him?

"You're wrong. I'd rather kill no one than you." Qin Chao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled innocently.

He would not kill him, he would prove to him that evil was far more powerful than good.

So powerful that it is indestructible!

One day, he will come back to find him.