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

The woman in his arms opened her eyes, moved to the side with an annoyed look on her face, and wanted to run to the side, but was forcibly pressed into the man's arms by a pair of large hands.

A familiar masculine scent came towards her from behind, causing her to frown.

"Don't you have a bed of your own?" Qiao Yan accused him in a sleepy and dissatisfied tone.

"Why do you always climb into my bed?"

She locked the door!

Li Jingxing saw her slightly angry face, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his eyes were deep, and he hugged her in his arms. The man's lips fell on her white jade neck, and his voice was hoarse with lust: "I want to sleep with you."

The big hands stroked her cheeks, and the man leaned over and kissed her, their skin touching. He held her tightly in his arms, his eyes as gentle as if immersed in water.

Qiao Yan's whole body stiffened, and a current ran through her spine, making her feel numb and tingling. She reached out and pushed his chest: "Mr. Li, be careful not to overdo it."

Li Jingxing's breath was heavy, and his heavy breathing lingered on Qiao Yan, his big hands wrapped around her waist: "You can't die."

He pressed her into the quilt, the woman's hair spread out in the quilt, and the man's tall and straight body covered her.

A spring scene suddenly appears in the room.

The next day.

Li Jingxing was not in a hurry to go to the company. The man was wearing black pajamas and sitting in the living room with a lazy look on his face, working on his laptop. The man was typing, and his white and slender hands were clean and beautiful.

Li Yi walked in and whispered, "Master."

Li Jingxing looked up from his laptop and said to Li Yi, "Your father is here."

When Li Yi heard the word "father", he was slightly stunned and didn't even react.

He left his father at a very young age to live with his master.

I have never experienced what fatherly love is.

In his only life, his mission is to live for his master.

Protecting his master is his mission.

Li Yi lowered his eyes and looked at Li Jingxing with some hesitation: "Should I go see him then?"

He seemed to be pinning his hopes on Li Jingxing to make the decision for him on this matter.

Li Jingxing glanced at him, his dark eyes were deep, and his voice was low: "If you want to go, go. If you don't want to see me, just ignore me."

Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Li Yi: "Oh, then I don't want to see it."

He has no feelings for his biological father, and it would be awkward for them to stand together and they would have no topics to talk about.

His feelings for this biological father are not as deep as those for his own master.

The father and son now serve different masters.

Chen Mo hadn't seen his son for a long time. Since he was here, he wanted to take a look. However, Li Yi didn't come and refused to see him.

When Qiao Yan got up, she was surprised to see Li Jingxing in the living room.

Today is Wednesday, and this bastard didn't go to the company.

The man was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a computer in front of him. Hearing the noise, he raised his dark eyes slightly and looked towards the stairs.

The woman had just woken up and her hair was still a little messy and her eyes were wet, but it still did not affect her beauty.

It somehow reminds me of the four words "a beautiful girl hidden in a golden house".

Li Jingxing stared at her, then raised his hand and waved at her to go down and sit next to him.

Qiao Yan snorted coldly, folded her arms and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a bottle of yogurt. She sat down opposite Li Jingxing with a fruit plate.

The man was not angry. He lowered his head and continued typing. His handsome and cold face reflected the light, and his eyebrows and eyes were noble: "Come and sit down."