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

The houses near the hospital are ridiculously expensive. The hotel Lu Tingshen found for them was good, but when she checked the prices, she found that it was too expensive, more than a thousand yuan a night.

In the past, if Jiang Sheng stayed in a hotel that cost tens of thousands of dollars a night, she would not think it was expensive. Instead, she would think that the comfort and environment of the hotel were very good.

Jiang Sheng walked into the room and looked around, happy like a child, but with worry between his brows.

Qiao Yan held the key and looked at her mother. She couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, it's a friendly price. I know the owner of the house."

"It belongs to Lu Tingshen."

"One thousand a month."

Jiang Sheng was surprised: "Ah, such a nice house, only one thousand a month?"

"Ah."

Qiao Yan put the key in Jiang Sheng's hand: "So, Mom, you can live here with your brother without any worries."

"Don't worry about money."

When Lu Tingshen heard that she was looking for a house, he just gave her an address.

"You can rent my house. No one has lived there for many years."

Qiao Yan: "I probably can't afford to rent your house. It's too expensive."

“It’s not some high-end neighborhood. I bought it casually before.”

"I'll earn some living expenses on the way."

"Letting Auntie live in my house can make it more popular and she can also help me clean up."

He knew Qiao Yan too well. She would not accept his kindness and money without any reason.

He could only try to save Zhao by attacking Wei. He made a detour and bought a house near the hospital, and then rented it to Qiao Yan at a low price.

Lu Tingshen visited several real estate agencies and found a suitable house. It was not a particularly expensive apartment, nor was it in a luxurious residential area.

The community environment is relatively ordinary, the surrounding facilities are good, and the room has two bedrooms and a living room. Qiao Yan will definitely like it, as it is tailor-made for her.

As it turned out, just as he expected, Qiao Yan liked the house he chose very much.

Lu Ting understood Qiao Yan deeply, more deeply and thoroughly than he understood himself.

Li Group.

The president's office was forced open from the outside, and a thin man with a gentle face and wearing a gray Taoist robe walked in.

The man was about 44 years old. He looked gentle and refined, like a cultured scholar. He exuded an air of elegance, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp and profound.

This is the Li family’s guard commander, Chen Mo, Li Yi’s biological father.

A person who is absolutely loyal to the Li family and to his master.

As soon as Chen Mo's biological son was born, he gave his eldest son to his husband's eldest son as a playmate.

As soon as the man entered, the door of the president's office closed.

Li Jingxing sat on the chair, his face as cold as water. His pair of dark and indifferent eyes looked at the man as if he was looking at the god of death. A terrifying murderous aura emanated from his whole body.

There were two rows of men in black standing on both ends of the door, with ten people in each row. They looked unfriendly and aggressive, and the security guard who tried to stop them fell to the ground and wailed.

Li Jingxing put down his pen and sat on the chair, staring at him with a frighteningly cold expression.

The man walked straight to the desk where Li Jingxing worked, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head: "Young Master, please forgive my impolite behavior."

"You don't answer the phone or reply to Mr.'s messages."

Chen Mo whispered, "The gentleman is very angry."

Although he was kneeling, with his brows lowered and his posture lowered, the aura around him carried the pride of a strong man, neither humble nor arrogant.

The dog that man raised is just like him.