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

In the room, there was the sound of Cheng Yue talking to a man. The door was closed, so Qiao Yan was not allowed to go in and listen.

Cheng Yue didn't expect Li Jingxing to come in person.

Today's scene ended early because of Li Jingxing's arrival. Director Zhang did not want to offend this big money sponsor, but he also did not flatter him and would show him some favors.

Qiao Yan was standing outside in the corner wearing a theatrical costume. She swatted mosquitoes, pouted at Na Shan's closed door, and lowered her head to look at the silhouette of her toes cast by the sunlight.

The door opened from the inside with a creaky sound, and Cheng Yue came out of the room. Seeing Qiao Yan, who was well-behaved and looked like a good baby, he was slightly stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Is there anyone this damn girl is afraid of?

"Boss Li asked you to come in."

Qiao Yan looked back every few steps, looking at Cheng Yue with eager eyes, hoping that she would call her away.

However, Cheng Yue left without looking back. Two bodyguards stood at the door, apparently to protect Li Jingxing.

Qiao Yan withdrew her gaze hopelessly, and walked into the room slowly and reluctantly with small steps.

The man sat expressionlessly in the middle of the room, wearing a straight and expensive suit. He looked serious and dignified, emitting an intimidating aura.

He glanced at Qiao Yan vaguely, and saw that she was wearing a red ancient costume, with a slender waist, fair skin, beautiful long legs, delicate eyebrows, long black and smooth hair, a dot of red between her eyebrows, and she looked enchanting and gorgeous, with a hint of surprise in the depths of her eyes.

I'm afraid he will not be the only one who sees such a beautiful scene in the future.

When he thought of this, the possessiveness in the man's heart became more and more dissatisfied.

This could have been his alone.

Qiao Yan walked in slowly, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: What is he doing here?

After finally being able to get out for a few months, Qiao Xiaoyan had to meet Li Jingxing again in less than a week. She was in a very bad mood.

She thought she would not have to see him for several months.

The man sat on the chair, his whole body full of indifference. His dark and deep eyes fell on the reluctant woman at the door, and his handsome face was even more gloomy.

It can be seen that Qiao Yan was very happy every minute and every second she was away from him.

This woman didn't think about him at all.

A heartless little thing.

He was so anxious at home that he lost his appetite and was afraid that she would be bullied on the set, so he came over to check on her.

The results of it?

The eldest child is not happy, and his little mouth is pouting so much that a pot can be hung on it.

Li Jingxing got angry when he saw that she was taking a long time to come in.

Is he a ghost?

The man's face darkened slightly, and he looked at her coldly. He said in a low and tough voice that could not be refused: "Come here."

When she came closer, the man grabbed her with his big hands and pulled her into his arms, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist. He lowered his head and smelled the familiar scent of the woman, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction.

The man's eyes were dark, and the longing in his heart almost fell into his nest. He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, let me hug you."

As soon as the woman left, he realized that something was missing.

Qiao Yan always loved to bicker with him. She was not at all considerate, gentle and considerate, and was extremely irritable.

He is the best at cursing and being sarcastic.

This woman just irritates him at home, except that she makes him less worried in bed.

When someone leaves, I miss him again and feel anxious.

Not long after he held the woman in his arms, he started to make moves.

The man held her in his arms and sat her on his lap, facing each other.

Li Jingxing's breathing was rapid. He couldn't wait to grasp her head with his big hands and press it into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her forcefully and domineeringly. The man's strong and hot kiss was lingering and passionate.