Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Qiao Ruyi closed her eyes, didn't move, and didn't push him away.

The hand around her waist loosened, and he took out something and placed it in front of her.

"This is the gift I prepared for you today."

Ling Che kissed the side of her face and said in a low voice, "I came back from London and brought you a gift. Open it and see if you like it."

Every word he said felt like needles pricking Qiao Ruyi's heart.

She slowly opened the exquisite black box, and an extremely delicate and dazzling olive green gem bracelet came into view.

The light reflected by the gem almost stung her eyes.

"Peridot is your birthstone, also known as your guardian stone, symbolizing luck and beauty. This bracelet is one of a kind in the world, and it's already in your hands."

He kissed her neck, "Do you like it?"

The person in his arms didn't say anything, so Ling Che took it as her consent.

He turned her around and placed delicate kisses on her face, the tip of her nose, and finally stopped at her lips.

Just as he was about to pry open her teeth and take further action, the person in his arms turned her head away.

"do not like."

Ling Che's eyes froze as he watched her playing with the bracelet in the box. "I don't like green, don't you know?"

There was no warmth in her words, but rather a frivolous questioning.

She never said she didn't like the color green.

He didn't know either.

He just thought that the auction item happened to be her birthstone and the color was beautiful, so he bought it, thinking that she would like it.

"Then I'll give you something different next time." Ling Che looked at her lowered eyes with a good temper. He stroked the waist of her nightgown with his fingertips and said gently and deeply, "Hold me, okay?"

Qiao Ruyi lowered her eyes and hugged him a thousand times in her heart.

But his hands didn't move.

He asked in a low voice, holding her hands and wrapping them around his waist, "Give me a hug. You haven't hugged me since we've been apart for two days."

The hand that had just been placed on his waist loosened again, and Qiao Ruyi pushed him impatiently, "I'm tired and want to rest."

Ling Che looked at her impatient face. After a few seconds, he chuckled and let her go. "Alright, have a good rest."

After saying this, he turned and walked out.

Qiao Ruyi stood there in a daze, looking at the bracelet beside her, her eyes red.

......

Yanyu Bar, VIP box.

The man's tall body was sunken in the black leather sofa, and he leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, with a lit cigarette between his lips.

The dim light shone on his face with perfect bone structure, making it look more three-dimensional and profound, but his complexion did not look very good.

In his hand resting on the edge of the sofa, he gently held a glass of wine, and the light brown liquid in the glass was shaking gently.

"Mr. Ling, what's going on?"

Song Yanzhi sat on the sofa beside him, looking at him with a headache.

It was three in the morning, and he was sound asleep when Ling Che called him. He said nothing, just four words, "Come here, Yan Yu."

He did come, but as soon as he came in, he saw that the person on the sofa had finished a bottle of foreign liquor by himself, and his mood seemed darker than the sky outside.

He drank the wine, but he didn't say a word.

Besides smoking, he drinks.

Song Yanzhi could guess that it was probably related to Sister Yi.

Because according to the personality of this young master Ling, other things have never made him so depressed. It is only when he encounters things with Sister Yi that he will go to the bar to drink alone again and again.

He shook his head. It was true that love was something that was unbearable for anyone who encountered it.

The cigarette in his mouth was burning out again. Ling Che threw it into the ashtray and extinguished it. He took another cigarette from the cigarette box on the table and put it in his mouth. After lighting it, he threw the lighter on the table.

Seeing how he smoked recklessly, Song Yanzhi took the cigarette box from his desk.

"Mr. Ling, are you planning to smoke yourself to death or drink yourself to death?"

He thought Ling Che still wouldn't answer him. Two seconds later, the man on the sofa tilted his head and glanced at him. "What's the novelty?"

"?" Song Yanzhi looked at him in confusion, "Newness?"

Ling Che took a puff of his cigarette. "Two people get together because of the novelty. But after being together for a long time, they become too familiar with each other and the novelty is gone, so they get tired of each other?"

Song Yanzhi almost understood, "Sister Yi said she's not interested in you anymore, is she tired of you?"

Ling Che frowned and looked at him. Song Yanzhi smiled, "Guessed right? I knew it. You're only so upset because of Sister Yi's matter."

Ling Che's eyes dimmed, and he chuckled softly, "She said that I'm no longer new to her and she's no longer interested."

"Did Sister Yi really say that?" Song Yanzhi frowned. This shouldn't be the case. The two of them had only been in love for a short time, so how could there be no novelty?

From the way Sister Yi looked at him before, it didn’t seem like she was emotionless.

Ling Che, cigarette between his lips, glared at him with deep eyes, his expression seeming to say, "Nonsense."

Song Yanzhi thought for a moment, "If that's what she said, then there are only two reasons."

Ling Che frowned slightly, waiting for his analysis.

"Either she said that on purpose to piss you off. Or," Song Yanzhi glanced at his expression.

"What?" Ling Che asked impatiently.

"She really has no interest in you anymore."

"roll."

"Well, you don't want to hear the truth." Song Yanzhi was helpless. "If it's the second type, there's nothing we can do. Girls are hard to guess. Love comes and goes quickly."

Just like Miss Song, who clearly loves to drink juice and eat those little desserts. She used to be able to drink two or three glasses of juice in one breath, but now she just says she doesn't like it. Song Yanzhi asked her to go out for juice and desserts several times, but she said she didn't want to eat them.

It's hard to guess.

The more he spoke, the colder Ling Che's unhappy face became.

"Like it to go away quickly as it comes?"

Is Qiao Ruyi really like this to him?

"It's also possible that Sister Yi treats you the first way." Song Yanzhi comforted him, "She's doing it on purpose to piss you off."

"Why is she angry with me?" Ling Che asked.

"Then you have to ask yourself. I've seen it played out that way in TV dramas. The more a girl cares about you, the more angry she becomes and the more she says the opposite. She'll say things like she doesn't like you anymore, doesn't love you anymore, and wants to leave you. Their goal is to get you to coax her and make her feel more secure."

Song Yanzhi looked at his face which was obviously drunk, took the wine glass from his hand and placed it on the table.

If he drinks any more, he will be the one to suffer.

"Are you angry?" Ling Che lowered his eyes and began to carefully recall what had happened in the past few days.

Everything was fine the night before he went to London. The two of them tossed and turned in bed until late at night, and she was lying softly in his arms.

Why did her attitude change the day he came back from Dunlun?

Was she blaming him for not taking her back to London?