Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Chapter 324: Promised Once...

A faint light came in through the thick sunshade, and the person curled up in the bed moved slightly.

Qiao Ruyi frowned and hummed a few times in dissatisfaction.

In a daze, something slid on her body, making her itchy. She was so sleepy that she didn't even want to open her eyes.

The pillow on which half of her body rested was fragrant and warm. She adjusted herself to a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

He patiently toyed with her, sliding his hands over her thighs, pinching the soft flesh around her waist, and then moving to her heart.

Gently, like a tickle.

Qiao Ruyi became impatient and raised her hand to shake it.

She placed it on her fingertips and squeezed it. Oh, it was a hand much bigger than hers, with a ring on the ring finger.

"What are you doing......"

She grumbled in dissatisfaction, pried up her eyelids, and saw a strong, white chest exposed.

This unclear voice sounded like a coquettish act to the man.

He slipped his fingers between hers and said, "You sleep, I'll play for a while."

The man's voice was hoarse, grinding against her ear.

Qiao Ruyi raised her head and frowned as she looked at the man's well-defined jawline. "I can't sleep if you keep touching me."

Ling Che raised his eyebrows, his eyes brightening slightly. He turned over and pressed her under him, "Does that mean she's awake?"

Qiao Ruyi squinted her eyes, still very sleepy. Just as she was about to say she was not awake, a pair of hot hands slid towards the inside of her thighs.

Qiao Ruyi suddenly woke up from her sleep.

"Didn't we agree on this once..."

Her tone was very dissatisfied. She only agreed to it once yesterday.

But before she could hold on and fell asleep, it was already the third time. After falling asleep, she could still vaguely feel the man on her body still breathing, clinging to her body without leaving.

I finally got some sleep, but...

"It's only once." Ling Che blinked innocently, a smile lingering in his light brown pupils. "It only counts as once if it has a beginning and an end."

What is the logic?

Just as Qiao Ruyi was about to push him away and turn over to sleep, her waist was fixed by someone, and then her legs were wrapped around his thin waist.

"Qiao Ruyi, a meal should be eaten to the fullest." Ling Che shamelessly pinched her fair face, "There's no reason to put down the bowl and chopsticks when the meal is halfway through."

He had a lot of crooked logic, and Qiao Ruyi couldn't beat him. She had no strength to begin with and was extremely sleepy, so she just let him do whatever he wanted.

"I don't want to move." Qiao Ruyi lay there obediently, like a salted fish that couldn't turn over.

"You don't have to move." Ling Che leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. "Just sleep comfortably."

"I don't have the strength." Qiao Ruyi continued to bargain, hoping to get a good sleep.

Ling Che smiled, "When have you ever exerted any strength?"

"......" What she said was obvious that she was very tired after exerting herself last night.

Seeing that she stopped bargaining, Ling Che kissed her lips as a reward.

Seeing her lazy look with half-closed eyes, Ling Che wanted to tease her maliciously.

In a daze, she frowned and moaned unconsciously.

The man's eyes dimmed slightly and his breathing became heavier. To him, it was a sincere invitation. He put his hands around her slender waist and began to enjoy the lunch which was almost noon.

......

Several gray pickup trucks pulled up in a black neighborhood outside Bristol, kicking up clouds of dust.

Seven or eight dark-skinned men were sitting outside the dilapidated low house, with white bandages wrapped around their hands and legs.

Seeing the unfamiliar vehicles approaching, the men stood up and looked alert.

The car door opened and several tall Asian-looking men got out.

One of the men was wearing a white sports suit and looked clean and handsome. He looked particularly eye-catching and out of place in a place like the black area.

He walked forward with a smile, whistling, and spoke in perfect English, "Who is Pete?"

A tall, dark-skinned man with bandages on both his hands walked out from the crowd of black people, staring at him fiercely, "Shit!"

"Shit?" the man in the white tracksuit repeated, still smiling. "That's too bad. Let me teach you in Chinese."

He smiled warmly and said word by word, "Fuck you!"

The dark-skinned man named Pete understood what he said, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Tang Ming."

A clear, manly voice rang out from the gray pickup truck, "Be friendly to international friends and ask about business first."

"Okay, Brother Zuo."

The man named Tang Ming ignored the black man's anger, threw the pistol on the ground, and asked, "Where did you get the gun?"

"Damn it!" Pete glared at them fiercely, "You Asian bastards, you'd better stay out of other people's business!"

He was furious, and several other black men surrounded him with ferocious looks.

Tang Ming's smile didn't fade. He turned to look at the tall, bronze-skinned man beside him, "Qi Tai, he said we were meddling in other people's business. What do you think we should do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man kicked Pete to the ground with great speed, and the other party was pinned to the ground before he could react.

Seeing this, the other black men were about to rush forward, but the Asian men who got out of the pickup truck immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them straight at them.

The muzzles of the guns were pointed at them, and the steps rushing forward stopped in their tracks.

The man named Pete was pinned to the ground and couldn't move, yelling, "Fuck!"

"You can't rely on me anymore." Tang Ming waved the gun in front of him, "Tell me quickly where you got it. If you tell me, I'll let you go."

Pete stared with his dark eyes and refused to explain. Qi Tai pressed him down with even greater force, crushing Pete's face to the ground and deforming it.

"Brother Zuo." Tang Ming shouted into the car, "This black guy is really stubborn."

At this time, the door of the pickup truck opened and a pair of long legs stepped out.

The young man had black, slightly curly, semi-long hair, which softened his handsome features. The white leather glove on his left hand was especially eye-catching.

"Qitai, what are you doing?"

The man walked slowly up to Pete and said, "I told you to be friendly to your international friends."

Upon hearing this, Qi Tai let go of Pete, pulled him up from the ground, and then took two steps back.

The young man, with black pupils, smiled as he walked up to Pete and dusted him off. "Excuse me, but your guns are great. We'd like to buy some too. Where did you get them from?"

His tone was friendly, but the dark-skinned man in front of him wasn't buying it at all.

The young man took the gun from Tang Ming, put it in Pete's hand, and asked again, "Where did you get the gun you used to rob the apartment?"

The cold gun in Pete's hand was one of the guns that were surrendered when they were taken away by the police that night.

His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he quickly loaded the gun and pointed it at the young man's head.