Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Ling Che! Ling Che! Ling Che!

She called his name a thousand times in her heart, but at this moment she couldn't make a sound!

She wanted to raise her hand to touch him, but her trembling fingertips couldn't lift it.

The other person's eyes seemed to be sizing her up, to see if she was okay.

Qiao Ruyi frowned slightly, and her tears flowed like beads that had broken off the string and could not stop.

"CHE!"

A shout came from not far away, and Qiao Ruyi trembled all over.

澈？

She watched the man in front of her turn his head and look over there when he heard the sound.

There stood a group of young foreign men, seemingly his friends, teasing and urging him, "Can't walk anymore after seeing a pretty girl? Come over and play ball!"

Qiao Ruyi was stunned, listening to the clear voice of the man in front of her, "If you're okay, I'll leave first."

The man tilted his head to look at her, and when he saw that she didn't say anything, he ran away patting the basketball.

Qiao Ruyi's chest suddenly felt as if something had been dug out of it, leaving it empty and bleeding.

She suddenly looked at his running back, so young, so free and easy, and so straightforward...

The feeling of heart-wrenching pain exploded at this moment. She looked at his back, clutched the clothes on her chest and cried until her whole body was shaking, but she couldn't make any sound.

She wanted to call out to him, but when she opened her mouth she only tasted her own tears.

He is Ling Che!

Why did he leave without looking back!

Qiao Ruyi clutched her heart, her red eyes staring at the figure running towards the crowd.

She saw that he was about to leave her sight again.

Qiao Ruyi stared at his back with red eyes, and tried her best to force herself to shout out his name at the top of her lungs.

"Ling, Ling Che——"

The sound passed through the crowd, across the street, and fell into the ears of the man who was bouncing the basketball.

The tall figure suddenly paused and stopped.

Qiao Ruyi looked at him with tears in her eyes as he turned to look at her. His deep eyes were as addictive as ever.

Qiao Ruyi opened her mouth and choked out, "Ling Che... is that you, Ling Che!"

Across the street, the man looked at her and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"CHE, do you know him?"

The friend next to him saw his meaningful look and asked with a smile, "Is she a Chinese girl? Why did you make her cry?"

The man didn't say anything, threw the basketball in his hand to him, looked at Qiao Ruyi, and walked towards her step by step.

Qiao Ruyi's palms were about to turn red from being pinched by herself. She saw the figure walking towards her, getting closer and closer, and his captivating face gradually became clearer and clearer.

The tall figure stood in front of her, looked at her beautiful tear-stained face, tilted his head and smiled, "What did you call me?"

The corners of his lips curved up slightly in a faint smile.

But his eyes couldn't lie.

Qiao Ruyi's lips trembled and she looked at him deeply with tears in her eyes.

After a few seconds, she suddenly turned around and left.

The moment I turned my face away, I could no longer hold back my tears.

The man behind her saw her suddenly turn around and walk away, frowned slightly, and followed her.

Cross the bustling street and enter a quiet alley.

The dim lights on both sides stretched the two figures on the road, one in front and one behind, very long.

The tears on Qiao Ruyi's face had dried up, and she walked forward step by step quietly.

The man behind her was not in a hurry either. He stared at her back with his deep eyes and followed her at a proper distance.

Suddenly, the quiet footsteps paused, and he turned around, staring at him with those crystal clear eyes.

The man also stopped and looked at her.

Qiao Ruyi didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

The man understood, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of her, one step away.

Qiao Ruyi looked at him deeply, then suddenly raised her hand, grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall, pretending to lift up his clothes.

As soon as her slender hand fell under his white T-shirt, her wrist was grasped by the man's dry and warm palm, and he pulled her forward, and she fell into his arms.

The tip of Qiao Ruyi's nose was filled with his refreshing fragrance, and she could hear his heavy and strong heartbeat.

Jump very fast.

His fingertips gently rubbed her pulse point, and he looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Qiao Ruyi shuddered all over, and her eyes turned red again when she looked up at the man.

There are thousands of emotions surging in his eyes.

The joy of regaining what was lost, the lingering longing...

The sorrow of losing a loved one, the resentment of pretending not to know each other when we meet...

Thousands of emotions gathered in his eyes, condensed into tears again, and flowed down his eye sockets.

The man's fingers stroked her cheek, gently wiping away the tears that were falling.

His Adam's apple rolled and his voice became hoarse. "Why are you lifting my clothes? Where do you want to see?"

Qiao Ruyi's tears flowed even more violently.

The man looked at her gently and asked with a smile, "Want to see the bullet scar on my shoulder to confirm if it's me?"

Hearing these words, the last tightly stretched thread in Qiao Ruyi's heart completely broke.

She howled and punched him in the chest again and again.

The man didn't stop her, but held her face and smiled gently.

As he laughed, the corners of his eyes turned red. Just before the tears fell, he lowered his head and bit her lips.

His kiss was gentle and passionate. He wanted to melt her into his body, but he didn't want to hurt her.

This kiss, which I haven't had for three years, is so painful.

Qiao Ruyi clutched the clothes on his back tightly with both hands, afraid that he would disappear from her sight again, afraid that this was really a realistic dream.

In the lingering passionate kiss, she felt an extremely familiar and comforting breath, and tasted the salty taste of tears, but she couldn't tell whether they were her tears or Ling Che's tears.

Suddenly, there was a spin, and the man who was pressed against the wall by her suddenly grabbed her waist and turned her around, pressing her against the wall, holding the back of her head with his palm, and kissed her again.

The kiss was passionate and affectionate.

Qiao Ruyi kept crying, and the tears that fell were swallowed by this kiss.

He didn't leave her lips until he was a little short of oxygen.

Qiao Ruyi clutched his clothes tightly with both hands and buried her head in his neck, crying bitterly.

Ling Che's tears slid down his tall nose bridge. He hugged Qiao Ruyi tightly in his arms, "Why aren't you talking?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and his hot breath sprayed on Qiao Ruyi's ears.

"Little cutie... call me again..."

Qiao Ruyi was shaking with tears. She opened her mouth but was choked with sobs and couldn't make a sound.

"Call my name again."

Ling Che kissed her hair, his voice soft and gentle, "Go slowly, just like you shouted my name so loudly just now."

Qiao Ruyi raised her head, staring into his gentle eyes with red eyes, and opened her lips, "Ling, Ling Che..."

She saw Ling Che suddenly smile and ruffle her hair as if rewarding her, "I'm here."

"Ling Che?" She shouted again in disbelief.

"It's me." Ling Che lowered his head and touched the tip of her nose. "Qiao Ruyi, I'm Ling Che."