The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. A man stood naked under the shower head, and the water slowly meandered down his abdomen and flowed into the inverted triangle.

In the bedroom.

There is a wedding photo hanging on the wall. The man is handsome, with a cold and indifferent face. The woman has a slightly raised lip corner and smiles at the camera, looking beautiful and charming.

Like a pair of immortal lovers.

Qiao Yan's cheeks turned red, she lowered her eyes slightly, and grabbed her cheongsam with a nervous look on her face.

A pair of eyes as bright as stars looked into the bathroom vaguely, expectantly and shyly.

The bathroom door opened, and a man wrapped in a bath towel and with his upper body naked walked out. Suddenly, he stopped and his face darkened.

"Why are you here?" The man frowned slightly when he saw the person sitting on the bed.

Qiao Yan's cheeks flushed slightly. She looked at him with her eyes as bright as stars and pretended to be calm, "This is our wedding room."

The man sneered when he heard this, his phoenix eyes flashing coldly: "I don't intend to touch you."

The smile on Qiao Yan's face faded a little. She looked at Li Jingxing and pursed her lips: "Li Jingxing, today is our wedding day."

"I don't live here, where can I go?"

The man came over, and she looked at the face that had haunted her dreams. He gradually approached her, her heart beating irregularly.

This is the man Qiao Yan likes, and today, she finally gets to marry him as she wished.

The man raised his hand and pinched her chin, his face was stern, his eyes were sarcastic and indifferent: "Qiao Yan, when you forced me to marry you, you should have thought that I would not touch you."

He withdrew his hand in annoyance. The man's eyes were cold and cold: "You can look for it outside if you want, but don't let me know."

He is disgusted.

The man's voice was cold and emotionless: "Come back and tell me if you are pregnant, and we will end this marriage early."

Qiao Yan looked at the cold and heartless man in front of her in disbelief.

On the wedding night, he actually let his wife go out and find another man?

Li Jingxing sat in front of the bed with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingertips. His stern face looked even colder in the smoke.

The smile on Qiao Yan's face disappeared completely, her fingertips trembled, her knuckles turned white, and when she lowered her head, her eyes turned slightly red.

She stood up, grabbed the pillow and threw it at the man, her eyes red and her voice trembling: "Li Jingxing, get out of here!"

Li Jingxing stretched out his hand to block the pillow that was thrown at him, looked at Qiao Yan with cold eyes, and said word by word: "Qiao Yan, I don't have the slightest love between a man and a woman for you."

"You'd better never regret it."

At that moment, it was as if a long, dense needle had pierced into Qiao Yan's heart, causing her excruciating pain and causing her whole body to convulse.

He is so cold-blooded.

Qiao Yan's eyes were sore. She blinked, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and hot tears fell from her eyes.

After saying these two sentences, the man changed his clothes, got up and left the bedroom, leaving Qiao Yan alone in the bridal chamber.

At the moment the door closed, the suppressed and broken cry of the girl came from the room and slowly flowed into his ears.

Li Jingxing paused slightly, pursed his thin lips, and frowned tightly. A feeling of distress spread from his chest to every corner of his body, and his temples were throbbing with fear.

The man paused for a moment, then walked away with a stern expression.

He tugged at his tie irritably, picked up his phone and called Ji Yanzhi: "Come out for a drink!"

"Li Jingxing? Are you crazy?" Ji Yanzhi roared, "You're getting married today, are you sick?"

"Oh, baby, bite gently."

The man on the other end of the phone panted slightly, and Li Jingxing's face darkened: "Get out, quickly!"

He hung up the phone with a gloomy face, walked out, took the car keys and drove away.

The man raised his head slightly for a moment and saw that the light in the bedroom of the new house was still on, and there was a traditional "囍" character pasted on the window.

His car was parked downstairs and the man was sitting in it. His handsome face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. His hand was slightly extended to the window, and the wind blew through his broken hairband, making him look a little colder.

The man held the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingertips, with a puff of white smoke rings floating in the air. The hazy night made his handsome face look particularly cold and heartless.

The man had almost finished his cigarette. He looked up for a long time with a gloomy expression, then drove away.

After Ji Yanzhi finished his meal and drove to the bar, he saw the table piled with wine. He smacked his lips in disbelief.

He carefully reached out to touch the man's forehead: "Are you really not crazy?"

Ji Yanzhi stepped into the box at this time and place, and seeing this scene, he felt a little guilty: "No way, today is your wedding day, you don't want to hold your wife in the bridal chamber?"

His eyes widened: "You'll spend your wedding night with me?"

"How can you bear to abandon such a delicate beauty and ask me to go out for a drink in the middle of the night?"

He thought of the hot-tempered little pepper and said timidly: "I'm afraid your wife will kill me."

The man sat on the sofa, his eyes dark and unclear: "Don't mention her in front of me."

After hearing this, Ji Yanzhi sat on the sofa in silence. Everyone in Beijing knew that Li Jingxing became a son-in-law of the Qiao family in order to save his adoptive father, the Ji family, from bankruptcy.

This is quite shameful for men.

"This little girl has a bad temper. If she sees you here, she'll tear down the house."

Ji Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked at Li Jingxing: "What are you going to do in the future?"

"That girl has a hot body, is rich and pretty, so why don't you just give in to her?"

Li Jingxing raised his eyes and glanced at the man. He was leaning on the sofa, his eyes were as dark as ink, and there was no expression on his cold face, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.

The bar was very noisy, with bright lights and an ambiguous atmosphere.

On the wedding night, Li Jingxing got drunk in the bar. In the end, Qiao Yan rushed to the bar with a murderous look on her face and took him home.

Two years later.