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

Li Jingxing had a gloomy face, leaning against the railing with his cell phone in hand, his sharp and deep eyes scanning the entire area.

Qiao Yan was gnawing on a chicken leg. Halfway through, she saw Li Jingxing's video call coming in. She was so scared that her hands shook slightly, and the chicken leg fell directly through the gap between the trees.

Suddenly, she pinched her hand with regret and anger.

There is still half of the chicken leg left to be eaten!

She prayed to God that Li Jingxing would become blind and deaf.

But he didn't.

The man's gaze suddenly fixed on a certain place, and his expression became slightly solemn.

drumstick……

Will chicken legs fall from the trees?

Will the osmanthus tree bear chicken drumsticks?

Obviously impossible!

Li Jingxing's hand holding the phone paused slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his look was strange.

The corners of the man's lips gradually widened and an evil smile appeared on that stunning and enchanting face.

No wonder so many bodyguards couldn’t find anyone after searching the entire villa.

Who would have thought that this woman climbed up a tree.

Li Jingxing stared at the lush osmanthus tree in front of him with deep eyes. He was no longer in a hurry. He sat back in the rocking chair in a good mood, tapping his fingers happily.

A game of cat and mouse.

It’s fun only when you find someone.

Qiao Yan absolutely didn't dare to answer Li Jingxing's video call. As soon as she answered it, she would expose her location.

Fortunately, the man hit her once and then stopped.

The man typed a few words with a dramatic tone on his lips: "Qiao Qiao, you are really good at hiding."

Qiao Yan's heart was beating fast and her heart suddenly contracted. She looked through the gaps in the trees, pushed aside a few leaves to cover her face, revealing a pair of eyes, and glanced over quickly and cautiously.

The man was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony, his handsome face was very conspicuous. He was wearing a loose bathrobe and sitting on the chair, with his legs crossed in a nonchalant manner, and sending her a message with a gloomy face.

He sent a voice message: "Come out, let's talk."

The man emphasized the words "have a good talk".

Qiao Yan withdrew her hand and didn't dare to listen to the voice and directly converted it into text.

When she saw this, she rolled her eyes.

This bastard was a vengeful person. She had treated him so badly during the day, and she didn't believe that this man could make peace with her.

I guess I have to think of ways to torture her in bed again.

She refused to go back!

This bastard's skills are terrible and he is as rude as a savage. She would rather sleep in a tree tonight than sleep with Li Jingxing!

Li Jingxing knew that she had seen it but would not reply to the message, so he began to speak harshly: "You'd better not let me find you, otherwise, you're dead!"

"You hide, do you think you can hide forever?!"

Qiao Yan: "Get lost."

"Don't get involved!"

Li Jingxing was so angry that he laughed when he saw that her attitude was still so arrogant and domineering.

Okay, I'll see if you can sleep in a tree for a few nights.

He stood up and stared at the osmanthus tree with a strange smile on his lips, which looked particularly scary at night.

The man put away his phone, turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

As soon as Qiao Yan finished her harsh words, she noticed someone walking towards her. She held her breath and lay on the tree without moving.

Li Jingxing walked slowly under the tree, his face gloomy and scary, holding an iron rod in his hand. He was filled with murderous aura and kept uttering harsh words as he walked.

"Where on earth did this damn woman go?"

"When I catch her, I will break her legs!"

"If she dares to provoke me, I will skin her alive!"