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

Ji Yanzhi found it difficult to laugh at Li Jingxing and see him make a fool of himself, which was the greatest pleasure in his life.

The man smiled in front of him in a servile manner, and winked at Li Jingxing fearlessly.

There was a fire burning in Li Jingxing's heart. He raised his hand and punched Ji Yanzhi in the nose, causing him to bleed from the nose.

Ji Yanzhi raised his head, put his hand over his nose, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck!"

"You bitch! How dare you murder me!"

Ji Yanzhi covered his nose, cursed, and ran to the bathroom with his head raised.

Ji Qi'an sat on the chair, watching the scene in front of him like an old monk. There was no surprise or unnecessary expression on the man's face regarding Ji Yanzhi being beaten.

There is no way, if a person is too mean, he will be invincible.

There are always people who are not afraid of death and want to sell swords.

Qiao Yan sat in Qiao Yan's arms and struggled to get off. Qiao Yan looked down at him and said, "Xiaobao, what's wrong?"

The little guy patted her hands and said in a baby voice: "Sister, I want to go down."

Qiao Yan put him on the ground.

The little guy climbed onto the chair with both hands and feet. He sat down next to Qiao Yan obediently, leaning on his sister's shoulder and looking at her with his eyes raised: "Sister, I want to sleep like this for a while."

He is so sleepy.

Qiao Yan has been quiet and obedient since he was young and has never caused anyone any worry. He is much more sensible than Qiao Yan was when he was a child.

Although he is small, he is very smart. He can learn everything adults teach him and remember it in his heart.

The little guy has a very strong memory and is very smart. His IQ is far beyond that of Qiao Xiaoyan when she was a child and is far beyond that of his peers.

Despite his young age, he is very sensible and obedient, like a little old man.

After saying that, the little guy fell asleep on the chair. Qiao Yan glanced at him and touched the little guy's head. Qiao Yan opened his eyes, looked at her, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

A hint of smile flashed in Qiao Yan's eyes. Qiao Yan had been in poor health since childhood, but he was so sensible that it was almost pitiful.

He took Li Jingxing's words to heart. He didn't want to tire his sister out, as he knew she would be uncomfortable if she kept holding him.

The little guy would rather sleep on the cold chair than be hugged by the bad man Li Jingxing.

If time could go back.

Li Jingxing must be nicer to him.

Who knew that this brother-in-law, who is less than three years old, is so difficult to deal with.

He also likes Lu Tingshen!

Li Jingxing looked at the kid who was sleeping on the chair without him holding him, and snorted coldly.

Who cares about you, an annoying little devil.

If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't bother with you!

The man sneered in his heart and turned his head away.

The Lu family came in a threatening manner, and Mr. Lu rushed over here as soon as he received the call.

Old Master Lu was leaning on a cane, his face gloomy and majestic, and he exuded a cold, terrifying aura.

The moment Qiao Yan saw Mr. Lu, she felt a little scared and guilty. She stood up a little uncomfortably and called out carefully, "Grandpa Lu."

Old Master Lu glanced at her with a sharp and cold look and ignored Qiao Yan. The old man was very dissatisfied with her and exuded a terrifying majesty.

The moment Lu Tingshen's mother saw Qiao Yan, looked at her injuries and Qiao Yan beside her, and immediately knew what was going on.

The woman's heart suddenly collapsed. She walked forward and slapped Qiao Yan on the cheek. Her eyes were terribly red and she shouted angrily:

"Qiao Yan!"

"I told you to stay away from my son!"

Mother Lu cried angrily and pointed at her and cursed: "You are a troublemaker!"

It's Qiao Yan again! Qiao Yan!

This woman is like a lingering ghost, and her son Lu Tingshen is like a possessed person. For some reason, he always likes to get close to this woman.

After Qiao Yan was slapped, her head was knocked to the side, and her cheeks quickly turned red. Her messy hair fell on both sides of her cheeks.

She didn't stop it, and she deserved the slap.

Anyone would be angry if their son got hurt like this while trying to save another woman.

Qiao Yan's eyes were red, her body was slightly bent, and her voice was hoarse: "Auntie, I'm sorry."

Her voice was trembling, hoarse and crying: "I'm sorry."

If possible, she would rather be the one in the operating room.

Mother Lu's face was extremely ugly, tears were falling, and she shouted angrily: "What's the point of your apology!"

"Will an apology keep my son safe?"

The woman pointed at her and cursed with a twisted face, staring at her coldly: "I'm telling you, Qiao Yan, if anything happens to my son, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

She must make Qiao Yan pay a hundred times the price!

She is a troublemaker! A disaster!

If it weren't for her, the Qiao family wouldn't have fallen to its current state!

She sneered: "Qiao Zheng really raised a good daughter!"

Qiao Yan stood there and let the woman beat and scold her. When she heard her talking about her father, she looked up and tried to explain. Her eyes were wet and red, but she was firm and her voice was hoarse: "I am not very good, but it has nothing to do with my father."

She lowered her eyes and said, "Auntie, if you want to hit or scold me, come to me, don't talk about my dad."

Her dad is the best dad.

The woman was so irritated by her words that she wanted to raise her hand to hit her again. She now wished she could kill Qiao Yan, as this would be the only way to relieve the hatred in her heart!

Next to him, Lu Tingshen's father was also looking at Qiao Yan with a cold expression. The man had the aura of a superior. He was a man who had been immersed in politics for many years and had a calm and elegant temperament.

There was also anger on his face, but not as much as his wife, and he maintained his composure on the surface.

"Mrs. Lu, this is a hospital, so please don't make too much noise." Li Jingxing walked over with a smile on his face, stepped forward and stood in front of Qiao Yan. He held the woman's hand and tilted his head slightly to warn her.

Although the man was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes.

Ji Qi'an walked over slowly, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu."

Ji Yanzhi hurried out of the toilet, wiping his nosebleed with a tissue as he walked: "Hey, Mr. Lu is here."

Three men walked out in front of him, each one had a more prominent family background than the other, each one was more ruthless and cruel than the other, and each one was a smiling tiger.

One person makes a wolf, three people make a tiger.

When these three men get together, they look more like a team of accomplices.

Mr. Lu's eyes darkened slightly, and he scolded in a low voice: "Put away your temper and don't lose face in front of outsiders."

Mother Lu's fingers trembled slightly, and she stared at Qiao Yan intently, as if she wanted to eat her up.

Qiao Yan lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her. She felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't face Lu Tingshen's family.

Maybe Aunt Lu is right, she is a disaster.

How great it would have been if her parents had never given birth to her.

Qiao Yan was also woken up, but he was short and small, so no one noticed him.

The little guy jumped off the chair, raised his hand and held Qiao Yan's hand. His soft and small hands touched Qiao Yan, and he looked up at her: "Sister, don't cry."