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

He had no intention of letting her go.

The man looked indifferent. He held her on his lap, letting her sit in his arms, and his strong arms wrapped around the woman's waist.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and said in a low voice: "Well, carry it on your back."

Qiao Yan: “…”

She struggled in his arms and tried to get out: "Let go."

"I feel uncomfortable when you hold me like this."

Li Jingxing's expression did not change, and his voice was somewhat unacceptable: "Just recite it like this."

His voice was cold, and he lowered his head to bite her ear, his warm breath spreading ambiguously on her neck: "Or, let's do something else."

The man's voice is as deep and mellow as a cello, with a very pleasant timbre.

But Qiao Yan had no mood to appreciate his voice.

Her body stiffened in the man's arms, not daring to move.

Li Jingxing, this beast...

Her face was filled with a hint of anger, but she kept it to herself and glared at him angrily.

Seeing her glaring at him like an angry bird, Li Jingxing curled his lips slightly, the arc of his lips slowly widened, he looked down at her and chuckled, "Qiao Qiao, I'm a normal adult man."

He raised his eyebrows lightly: "Of course I will react when I hold my woman in my arms."

Qiao Yan clenched her fists and wanted to slap him in the face: "You did it all night yesterday!"

The man remained calm and confident: "Yesterday is yesterday, today is today."

Li Jingxing raised his hand and pinched her tender and moist face, with a smile in his eyes: "You ate yesterday, so you won't eat today?"

"........."

The man casually threw the script on the ground into her hand, looked at her and said in a low voice: "Memorize it."

Qiao Yan had no way to deal with him. She sat in his arms with a droopy face and a very unhappy expression, reciting the lines from the script.

At first she couldn't calm down, and Li Jingxing didn't make trouble for her. He just hugged her and didn't touch her or take advantage of her.

Qiao Yan slowly calmed down. She began to memorize her lines carefully, pretending the man didn't exist.

She used him as a butt pad and pillow.

The room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of a woman reciting her lines.

Li Jingxing's eyes were deep. Listening to her reciting the lines, his heart suddenly calmed down and he didn't think about anything.

The man's eyes were as dark as ink, and he was holding the woman in his arms with an almost reluctant look.

Li Jingxing sat on the floor and held her tightly in his arms. From time to time, he reached out to play with her soft and thick hair, bent down to smell her body, and treated her like a treasure and refused to let go.

The woman had thick black hair that was long and soft and cascaded down like seaweed, very beautiful.

Li Jingxing had met many women, but only Qiao Yan had beautiful, long, thick black hair.

The night outside the window is dark and the white curtains are swaying in the wind.

In the room, the man was handsome and noble, with the temperament of a superior. There was a bit of coldness between his eyebrows, and he was intimidating without being angry.

The woman in his arms was as beautiful as a seductress. She leaned casually on the man, almost using him as a pillow. Her beautiful eyes were slightly blurred. She held the script in her hands and recited her lines in a vivid manner.

The man sat on the floor holding the delicate and beautiful woman in his arms, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his deep, dark phoenix eyes staring down at her with an imperceptible tenderness.

He would always look at her calmly.

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