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

"If you cut deeper, you can go directly to see the King of Hell. At most, he will visit your grave every Qingming Festival."

Lu Tingshen looked at her coldly with contempt: "What an idiot."

Ji Tang's chest heaved violently. She felt hurt. She walked over angrily and raised her hand to slap Lu Tingshen, but was stopped by the man in mid-air.

Lu Tingshen narrowed his eyes dangerously, lowered his head, and looked at her with a cold smile: "You'd better think clearly about the consequences of offending me."

Since ancient times, businessmen have not fought against officials. The Lu family has been engaged in politics and the military for generations, and Old Man Lu has the highest military rank. He is almost on par with the Ji family as a wealthy aristocratic family that can stand out in Beijing.

Lu Tingshen is not someone Ji Tang can afford to offend.

Lu Tingshen chuckled and let go of her hand. He took out a pack of tissues from his shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of tissue. In front of Ji Tang, he wiped the skin that she had touched bit by bit.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a germaphobe."

The man said this, but there was no apology on his face.

Ji Tang pursed his lips tightly and clenched one hand into a fist under his sleeve.

When Lu Tingshen touched Qiao Yan, he didn't say that he had mysophobia!

This made her feel very insulting.

Lu Tingshen threw the tissue into the trash can opposite and squinted at her: "I thought you would be of some use to Li Jingxing."

He sneered: "I overestimated your position in his heart."

The man said, then turned and left.

As soon as Lu Tingshen walked out of the ward, he heard the sound of things being thrown and a woman's roar.

His eyes turned slightly cold, he sneered sarcastically in his heart, and walked out expressionlessly.

Just as he took a step forward, the cell phone in his pocket rang. It was a number from abroad. Lu Tingshen hung up and the other end called again.

"Is something wrong?"

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Why can I go back?"

"Tell the butler what you want, Luoluo, don't make trouble with me."

Xu Xingluo almost begged him: "I want to return to my country, Lu Tingshen."

"I won't tell Qiao Qiao, trust me."

Lu Tingshen said expressionlessly: "I only believe in the dead."

"When I snatch her from Li Jingxing, I will let you come back."

"Besides freedom, tell the butler if you need anything."

After he finished speaking, the man ruthlessly hung up the phone.

On a private island far away in a foreign country, there is sunshine, sandy beaches and coconut trees, with a luxurious villa in the middle. It is far away from the bustling city and the only transportation is helicopter.

There were ten bodyguards guarding Xu Xingluo in the villa. When the housekeeper saw the young master hung up the phone, he took the phone away and sighed: "Miss Xu, you can stay here with peace of mind. The young master will let you go back after a while."

Xu Xingluo sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She was wearing a white long dress and her long hair fluttered in the wind. She looked like a pure white gardenia, and her fair skin was crystal clear in the sunlight.

She sat there, with a hint of sadness on her fair and pretty face, like a melancholy beauty.

Lu Tingshen is too extreme and paranoid.

Qiao Qiao would never agree to it, and he would never understand it.

Jojo wouldn't like him.

Given the man's level of paranoia, he will only do some incredible things.

She was afraid that Qiao Qiao would be hurt by Lu Tingshen.

They have known each other for so many years, but neither she nor Qiao Yan has ever seen through Lu Tingshen.

He hides it too deeply and is so paranoid that it's scary.