Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Chapter 553 My wife is so good at making money, so she should be responsible for supporting me

In the private room, the three of them were chatting and laughing while holding juice. Halfway through their conversation, Fang Ran's phone rang.

She took a look at it but didn't answer it, and turned off the phone. Less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

Qiao Ruyi was sitting next to her and glanced at it casually. She saw the words "Tang Li" written on it.

It’s Fang Ran’s mother.

She looked at Fang Ran's indifferent yet handsome face and asked tentatively, "Maybe it's urgent. Why don't you go out and answer it?"

The call went on and on. Fang Ran picked up the phone and walked out. "I'll go answer it."

Watching her back as she left, Song Xilan whispered, "None of the calls from her family are good news. Her parents treated her like that, so why doesn't Fang Ran just break up with them?"

Qiao Ruyi's eyes dimmed, "Blood ties are not something you can just sever."

......

In the alley behind the bar, away from the noise inside, it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of stones being kicked away on the ground.

It was already dark. A girl in a black and white casual sweatshirt suit stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the several missed calls on her phone, and dialed one.

The call was quickly connected, and a middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end, "Fang Ran, why are you answering the phone just now? Didn't you hear the few calls your mother just made to you?"

"I'm busy at work." Fang Ran asked indifferently, "What's up?"

"I do have something I want to discuss with you." Tang Li changed her tone and said, "Look, your brother hasn't been able to go to school recently, so he's been sitting around at home doing nothing. I was thinking about taking him to your place. You bought a house there, right? I could live there with your brother for a while, and I could also take him to Beijing to see some of the city's sights."

As soon as Tang Li finished speaking, she heard a straightforward rejection, "No."

The voice was not loud, but there was no hesitation.

"Why not?" Tang Li's voice rose. "What's wrong with staying at your place for a few days? Can't even your mom and your brother live in your house?"

Fang Ran stared at the night in the distance and said again bluntly, "No."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and turned it off without waiting for Tang Li to reply.

My good mood was ruined by a phone call from Tang Li, and I felt inexplicably irritated.

She felt her pockets and found only a lighter.

Only then did I remember that I had left the cigarette box in the box and didn't have it with me.

Just as I was about to turn around and go back, a hand suddenly reached out, holding a box of cigarettes.

She looked in the direction of the hand and saw a man standing in the dark dressed in black. He was tall and had a standard samurai hairstyle. His handsome and resolute face was as cold as ever.

It's him.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"I was just passing by." Ou Zilin answered briefly.

Fang Ran glanced at the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Don't you not smoke?"

"I just brought it with me." Ou Zilin put one hand in his trouser pocket and handed her the cigarette with the other.

Fang Ran opened the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Only then did she realize that this cigarette was the same brand she usually smoked.

"Thanks."

She thanked him quietly, raised the cigarette in her hand, and said, "I'll return it to you another day."

"No thanks." Ou Zilin stood there quietly looking at her, "I don't smoke."

I don't smoke, but I always carry cigarettes with me.

Fang Ran found it funny. What kind of habit was this?

In the dark night, the two of them just stood there, Fang Ran quietly smoking the cigarette in her hand, and Ou Zilin quietly stood by and watched her, watching her skillfully put the cigarette to her lips, take a puff, and slowly blow out smoke rings.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was not awkward.

Fang Ran also discovered that when she didn't want to talk, this man would not put pressure on her, and he could even be so quiet that she didn't even notice he was around.

But when she turned her head to look at him, she could see his cold yet bright eyes again, as if telling her that he had always been here.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Fang Ran threw the cigarette butt into the trash can behind him.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Ou Zilin nodded.

Fang Ran had just turned and taken two steps when he heard the man behind him say, "Wait a minute."

She turned around and saw the tall figure of the man standing in the darkness, waiting for him to speak.

"I sent you a message two days ago. Did you see it?" Ou Zilin asked.

Fang Ran was stunned for a moment. That day, she was listening to Tang Li's chatter at her hometown. She glanced at the message but did not reply to him.

"I saw it." Fang Ran answered honestly.

She thought the man would ask her why she didn't reply to the message, but she only heard him say, "Okay."

Fang Ran was a little stunned. Without asking any more questions, he turned around and went into the bar.

Ou Zilin looked at her back as she turned and left, and then he looked away for a while.

“Yes, and no.”

Then he left the quiet alley.

......

When we returned to Yujingwan, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Just as Qiao Ruyi was about to press the password to the door, it was opened from the inside.

As the door opened, the light from inside the house illuminated the entrance, and she immediately met the man's handsome face with a smile on his face.

"came back."

Ling Che was wearing a light-colored home suit and looked like he had already taken a shower. He smelled fragrant.

He pulled Qiao Ruyi in, closed the door, and handed her slippers.

"Did you have meal?"

Qiao Ruyi looked up at him with a smile.

She didn't bring Ling Che to the party with her best friends, leaving him to eat dinner at home alone. She felt a little sorry about it.

"No." Ling Che lowered his eyes and looked at her, "No one is eating with me, it's boring."

When Qiao Ruyi heard that he hadn't eaten, she felt distressed.

"How about I cook for you?"

She volunteered to show off her cooking skills again, but Ling Che quickly pulled her back, smiling, "Just kidding. I had an appointment this afternoon and ate out."

Qiao Ruyi nodded in understanding, "No wonder you came back to take a shower, did you drink?"

"I drank a little." Ling Che said as he leaned closer to her. "How about you? Have you drunk any?"

Qiao Ruyi shook her head honestly. The three of them only drank juice and no alcohol.

Of course Ling Che knew that she hadn't drunk anything. There wasn't even a trace of alcohol on her, only the sweet scent of fruit.

But he pretended to be unconvinced and frowned slightly, "Let me check if you have drunk it."

Qiao Ruyi was about to ask how to check, but before she could open her mouth, he kissed her lips.

Qiao Ruyi didn't hide either, letting his breath entangle with hers.

She subconsciously held his hand, and her fingertips touched the hard ring on his ring finger. As far as she could remember, he had never taken off the wedding ring since the argument over the ring last year.

Even when she filed for divorce and moved away to another country, he still wore it.

Realizing that she was distracted, Ling Che bit her lips in dissatisfaction, neither lightly nor heavily.

"What are you thinking about?" The voice was low and charming.

Qiao Ruyi looked at his thin lips stained with her lipstick and raised her hand to gently wipe it off for him. "Ling Che, the design show will be in two days."

"I've already had the Finance Department remit your compensation to you." Ling Che raised his eyebrows, his tone slightly exaggerated, "That's a huge sum of money."

As he spoke, he deliberately put his face in front of Qiao Ruyi and said, "My wife is so good at making money, so I will stay at home from now on. You can be responsible for supporting me."

Qiao Ruyi's eyes studied his deep features with a tender gaze, the corners of her lips curved beautifully, "Okay, then I don't earn as much as you, so don't look down on me."

"That won't happen." Ling Che met her eyes with a smile, "I'm easy to feed. I'll eat whatever you give me."

Qiao Ruyi was almost drowning in his deep and gentle eyes. She smiled and said, "Ling Che, design a big show. I have a gift for you."