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

Li Jingxing was explaining to her why he went to the hospital to see Ji Tang.

He hoped that she cared and also hoped that she could respond.

When Qiao Yan heard this, she paused eating. She looked up at him in confusion and frowned, "Why are you telling me this?"

She ate and pouted: "It's not like I have a very good relationship with her."

Qiao Yan suddenly had an idea, her mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at Li Jingxing in disbelief: "You don't want me to go see her, do you?"

Li Jingxing: “…”

Qiao Yan took a step back, gave him a warning look, and tightly covered her purse: "I'm telling you."

"I don't have any money!"

Li Jingxing took a deep breath, only to feel that there was air stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

He was almost mad at this damn woman!

Is she pretending not to understand?

Still don’t understand?

Couldn't she hear that he was explaining to her?

Li Jingxing tightened his grip a little, staring at her with gritted teeth, "Qiao Yan, is there water in your head?"

Qiao Yan smiled at him gently without changing her expression and blinked: "No, it's you who is pretending."

After seeing her smooth talk, Li Jingxing suddenly didn't want to talk to her anymore.

This woman would never answer his direct questions, and she would always make excuses for whatever he said with smooth talk.

Anyway, just don't look him in the face.

Li Jingxing looked at the woman sitting there with a grin on her face. Her smile was very pretty, but it seemed unreal and fake.

The man had seen her shy and innocent side, and knew how hypocritical and fake her smile was behind the mask.

She can play any role he needs, except Qiao Xiaoyan.

Li Jingxing was extremely angry, and he didn't know whether he was angry at her or at himself.

He was unhappy in his heart, so he wanted to make someone unhappy too.

The man reached out and pulled her up from the ground, then pulled her directly onto his lap.

Li Jingxing just held her and sat on the floor. The man's big hands held her tightly in his arms. They were so close that Qiao Yan could even smell the scent of his bath coming from his body.

Qiao Yan put her hands against the man's broad chest. She sat in the man's arms, frowned tightly, and asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

She stared at the man's cold and indifferent face and said unhappily: "My waist is still sore, I don't want to do it anymore."

"Office animals still have time to rest after get off work."

"Can you be a human being?"

“Are there any human rights left?”

Li Jingxing's ears were buzzing with the noisy voice of this woman. When she spoke, she chirped like a sparrow.

Playing with yourself can be fun for a long time.

He sneered in displeasure: "Shut up."

Qiao Yan's face was tense, and she sneered, "Impossible."

The man held her, his face had become very gloomy and scary, and he looked at her threateningly: "Do you still want to act?"

Qiao Yan: “…”

"If you're a man, don't threaten others."

He curled his lips and sneered: "I have no guts."

The man's cold face was filled with indifference: "If you say another word, you won't have to leave the house."

Qiao Yan opened her mouth and then shut it completely. She muttered in dissatisfaction: "Just shut up."

"Who's afraid of whom?"

Sometimes, Li Jingxing really wanted to strangle her to death.

Qiao Yan has always had the ability to make him angry to death.

She looked at Li Jingxing with a wooden face: "I need to memorize my lines."