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

Qiao Yan was stunned by this unexpected slap.

Many people have pursued her since she was a child, and she was always polite and did not pursue them after being rejected.

This was the first time she was beaten after being rejected by someone.

Her hair was disheveled from being fanned, and her cheek felt burning as she placed her hand on it.

The girl licked her lips, her pretty face stained with a hint of anger as she stared at the yellow-haired man: "You dare to hit me?"

Without waiting for the yellow-haired man to say anything, she stretched out her leg and kicked him in the crotch with all her might. Suddenly, the whole alley was filled with screams like a pig being slaughtered.

Qiao Yan gave him a kick in the crotch, picked up her schoolbag and smashed it on his head, then ran away when he was not paying attention.

Huangmao screamed in agony, he covered his crotch and rolled around on the ground, his forehead covered in sweat.

The kick from Qiao Yan was so brutal that it could destroy a flower and end her family lineage. The people nearby broke out in cold sweats, covered their crotches, and quickly took several steps back.

Too cruel...

What a cruel woman...

Huangmao opened one eye and saw the person running away. He was furious and his face was ferocious: "What are you standing there for! Bring her back!"

He was shaking with pain: "Ahhh, I'm going to kill this bitch!"

Seeing the person behind her catching up, Qiao Yan quickly took out her cell phone to call the police, screaming as she ran: "Help! Murder!"

"Rape! Arson! Help!"

The people chasing her were frightened by her shouting, fearing that they would attract others.

What Qiao Yan hated most in her life was physical education classes and running. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit after running.

She ran breathlessly and shouted for help. At the fork in the road, she saw a young man in a white shirt with a tall and straight back. She felt like she saw the dawn.

She wailed in agony at the boy's back: "Hero! Help!"

The young man stopped and turned back slightly. Qiao Yan was stunned for a second.

The boy has a tall and straight figure. He is wearing a white shirt and a school jacket draped over his sturdy arms. He has an exquisite and very charming face.

When she first met Li Jingxing, she was 14 and he was 16. The boy's young and beautiful face was already very eye-catching.

Even Qiao Yan, who was used to seeing handsome men, couldn't help but be stunned at the first sight, her heart beating uncontrollably.

Seeing that the person behind her was about to catch up with her, she reacted and quickly ran towards him.

"Help me, beautiful brother!"

Several people caught up with him. The boy looked down and saw the girl holding onto his clothes. He frowned. He had a serious mysophobia. He said in an unhappy voice, "Let go."

The girl immediately let go of her hand.

"Hey, I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business. This has nothing to do with you."

The boy casually threw the school uniform in his hand to the girl, his fair face showing a distant and cold expression: "Take it."

Qiao Yan quickly reached out and hugged his school uniform.

He rolled up his sleeves slowly and glanced at a few people with cold eyes, his eyes were contemptuous: "You guys are bullying a girl, is it reasonable?"

Seeing that he was meddling in other people's business, a few people started beating him up too. After a few rounds, the alley was filled with wailing.

The young man looked down at the person on the ground with cold eyes and said, "Get lost."

Seeing that they couldn't win, they got up and ran away immediately.

The girl behind the boy was holding his school uniform with a blushing face, standing there looking at him with sparkling eyes: "Handsome brother, you are so awesome."

The boy turned around and met those beautiful, watery and moist eyes. His heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.