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

The man's big hands pinched her soft waist. The woman's slender waist could be held with one hand.

Qiao Yan's hair was loose and her face was buried in the soft quilt. The man's tall and straight body loomed over her, his eyes burning and deep.

Dim light poured in through the curtains, and the blurry picture showed two people lying on the bed, entangled in each other's arms like mandarin ducks.

In the bedroom, the man spoke to her in a low, mellow voice, with some restraint, and softly.

A drop of sweat suddenly dripped from the white and naked back and fell straight onto the man's handsome face.

Li Jingxing's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. The man glanced down, grabbed her waist and pinched it again and again, frowned, and said in a low voice: "You are too thin, eat more weight."

He leaned over and panted heavily in her ear, caressing her little face, his voice hoarse: "I'll prepare a nutritionist for you tomorrow."

After saying that, the man pinched her waist with his big hands, weighed her for a few times, frowned tightly, and ordered in a domineering tone: "Give me more meat."

"You've gained some flesh, and it feels more comfortable to touch."

Qiao Yan buried her head in the quilt, her eyes red and tears welling up, and she muttered softly, "Li Jingxing, why don't you go grow up."

The man's tall and strong body pressed against her, his wet lips fell on her eyes, and his warm breath hit her ears: "Well, together, I'll accompany you."

Qiao Yan raised her moist and red eyes, raised her foot with a bit of arrogance and kicked Li Jingxing's shoulder directly, and said weakly: "Get lost."

Li Jingxing saw her soft and pitiful appearance, and lowered his head and chuckled.

Then he took hold of her delicate little feet, bent down, and looked down at the little feet that were resting on his shoulders.

"Why are you tired? Isn't it me who's doing all the hard work?"

The man's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and he chuckled softly.

"Be good, it will be ready soon." There was a bit of forbearance and restraint in Li Jingxing's scarlet eyes, and he slowly coaxed her like a big bad wolf.

He lowered his head, caressing her delicate skin with his big hands, and his thin, warm lips gently touched the corner of her lips.

Qiao Yan felt his movements, she turned over, opened her watery eyes, and propped herself up.

She looked at the man in front of her and raised her foot to kick him!

In the blurry and fragmented light and shadow, the man's eight white abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and his strong muscle lines were very powerful. He bent his knees, and his back outlined a beautiful arc.

The man knelt directly on the bed, noticed her little movements, and subdued her with one hand.

Li Jingxing's strong and powerful hands grasped her waist, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to seal her lips.

Qiao Yan's whole body trembled slightly from the man's wet kiss. She was forced to pull back, but the man held her hand tightly.

"Let me go!" There were tears on her eyelashes, her face was slightly red, and she was a little angry.

Seeing that she was angry, Li Jingxing didn't want to anger her. After all, he still wanted to get more benefits.

The man released his hand that was holding her little feet, and then rushed directly towards Qiao Yan.

"Li Jingxing, you beast!"

Li Jingxing looked down at her pitiful little face, curled his lips and smiled: "Well, I am a beast."

The man spoke nonchalantly.

Qiao Yan was tortured to death by him. It was not until late at night that the man let her go after he had eaten his fill. She fell asleep almost as soon as she came out of the shower.

The next day, when Qiao Yan woke up, she happened to see Li Jingxing sitting on a chair, dressed in a well-tailored suit, holding a document in his hand and slowly flipping through it.