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

The rain continues.

In a dim and ambiguous bar, three men sat together and ordered a table full of drinks. The smell of cigarettes filled the air in the private room.

Li Jingxing was sitting on the sofa watching the news. The news reported that a mudslide had occurred in the mountainous area where Qiao Yan lived, burying ten people, killing five people, and leaving five people missing.

Weibo continued to reveal that the filming location of Director Zhang's crew was submerged by floods. If they retreated any later, the entire crew would be washed away by the flood.

For a while, the discussion on Weibo was filled with horror and worry, and many people went to various Weibo accounts to inquire about the situation.

Qiao Yan is a newcomer, she doesn’t even have an official Weibo account and no fans.

Cheng Yue registered a Weibo account for her with a new one and posted a Weibo message wishing her well. There were only a few fans, all of whom were fans of Qiao Yan's beauty.

Qiao Yan has her own Weibo account, but she only posts about food and occasionally some gossip.

Cheng Yue let her keep it. He checked and saw dozens of Weibo posts, all of which were about eating. He felt there was nothing wrong with it, so he didn't take it seriously and didn't cancel her account.

A foodie can't do much.

Li Jingxing received a message from Cheng Yuebao on his phone saying, "Qiao Yan is back and in the room. Don't worry."

Li Jingxing looked down and his tense nerves relaxed.

Ji Yanzhi leaned over eagerly and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Jingxing flipped his phone over and glanced at Ji Yanzhi with a cold look. The man touched his nose innocently and sat back in his original seat.

He snorted twice, picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Qiao Yan: "Xiao Qiaozi, what are you doing?"

"I heard there was a mudslide in your area. Are you alive?"

Three minutes had passed since Ji Yanzhi sent her a message, but she still hadn't replied.

He sneered and sent a red envelope of 888 yuan.

Qiao Yan got it in seconds.

Ji Yanzhi: “………”6

"Look directly at me, bastard!"

"I know you saw the news!"

Qiao Yan didn't reply, as if she had disappeared.

She was so scary that she disappeared but the red envelope was received quietly by someone else.

Li Jingxing's dark eyes glanced at him, evoking a hint of sarcasm. Ji Yan was so angry that he sent a message to Qiao Yan: "I am satisfied with your answer. I will send you another red envelope."

"Make it big!"

Qiao Yan picked up the phone and replied immediately: "I don't believe it."

Ji Yanzhi typed with a distorted expression: "You are such a dog!"

He immediately sent 88,000 yuan to Qiao Yan, and said generously: "Is it big enough?"

Qiao Yan accepted the offer immediately and sent him an emoji of a little man bowing with both hands: "Thank you, boss!"

Ji Yanzhi held the phone and smiled at Li Jingxing proudly: "Qiao Yan is full of energy and can even reply to my message."

The man's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he stared at him with a sinister look that made Ji Yanzhi's scalp tingle.

This woman never replied to the message he sent to Qiao Yan, but she replied to Ji Yanzhi first, which made him very unhappy.

The three men drank until late at night, and the rain was still pouring down. Ji Yanzhi crossed his arms and complained, "Fuck, this weather is terrible. Will Beijing be flooded?"

The next second, it was revealed that many places in Beijing were flooded.

Ji Qi'an glanced at him nonchalantly: "Are you the reincarnation of a crow's mouth?"

Ji Yanzhi was silent, then said, "It's raining so hard, won't Qiao Yan and the others be trapped?"

Li Jingxing raised his eyes and warned him coldly: "Shut up."

The next second, the man's cell phone rang. It was Cheng Yue calling. He immediately had a bad feeling and his eyelids twitched wildly.