On the deserted road, a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan sped past.
Ling Yifu was extremely anxious and couldn't help talking, "Who kidnapped Beibei? Is it Ling Changyu, the son of the mistress? If anything happens to Beibei, I will chop him to pieces!"
He scratched his silver hair and couldn't help but hold his head in anxiety.
I guess no one knows that the lead singer of the boy band who is the center of everyone's attention and usually appears calm is actually a manic chatterbox in private.
Ling Siye clenched the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand, unable to bear it any longer. He glanced back coldly with his almond-shaped phoenix eyes, "Brother, shut up."
Ye Ruoqing looked at the time. It was fifteen minutes until twelve o'clock.
There was a glaring light in the distance.
Ye Ruoqing covered her eyes with her hands. Who is so lacking in public morality and flashing high beams crazily on the road? It almost blinded her eyes.
Then there was the sharp sound of brakes. As soon as the car stopped, Ling Yifu rushed out, still holding the axe that Ling Siye had given him, "Give Beibei back to me!"
Ye Ruoqing watched helplessly as a man wearing a shiny leather jacket, dyed silver hair, and Chelsea shoes yelled at her.
After yelling, Ling Yifu was dumbfounded.
He thought it was a gang of gangsters, a burly, tattooed man who kidnapped his sister.
But the pretty girl in front of him, who looked like a high school student, was standing here alone, holding her sister in her hands, staring at him with a calm expression.
This weak and delicate little girl kidnapped her own sister?
This style of painting seems wrong, doesn't it?
Ling Siye also discovered Ye Ruoqing. They met three times in just two days. It was really fate.
Ling Siye pushed open the car door. He was wearing casual clothes and standing next to Ling Yifu. He looked very normal, with a kind of cold refinement.
He stared at Ye Ruoqing, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled slightly, "We meet again."
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