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

Li Jingxing turned over and climbed onto the bed, hugged the woman tightly from behind, and put his cheek against her neck.

The man used his arms to hold her tightly in his arms.

The man lowered his head and kissed the top of the woman's head, then closed his eyes with a tired look on his face.

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Jingxing was suddenly awakened by a thunder, and the man felt inexplicably empty in his arms.

Li Jingxing raised his hand and felt around the bed but didn't feel anyone. He was shocked, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly turned over and looked around for someone in panic.

"Qiao Yan!" The man's voice was inexplicably trembling, nervous, and anxious.

Li Jingxing's heart suddenly hung in his chest. The man thought of what the doctor said: a depressed patient like Qiao Yan might very likely commit suicide.

In an instant, countless panic attacks attacked the man's brain. He threw back the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes and looked for someone everywhere like crazy.

The man's tall and straight body staggered a few steps, and he almost imagined countless bad thoughts.

Li Jingxing searched the entire room but couldn't find anyone, until he hurried out with the emergency phone in his hand. The moment the call was connected, the man slammed on the brakes.

On the sofa in the living room on the second floor, there was the back of a thin woman with a scarlet cigarette between her fingertips. Her profile was visible, with fine strands of hair scattered on both sides.

Qiao Yan couldn't sleep. Whenever she fell asleep, she would have the same dream over and over again. She dreamed that Lu Tingshen was covered in blood and appeared in front of her.

She just couldn't sleep.

I don’t dare to see Lu Tingshen.

He was such a proud, confident and sunny man, but because of her, he became a cripple. It was too cruel, too cruel for him.

He clearly had a bright future, but she ruined it.

The slender figure on the sofa looks so thin and lonely.

In this bustling and noisy world, it seems that there is no place for her, leaving only loneliness and endless desolation.

"Master?" Li Yi's voice sounded sleepy.

"It's okay." The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and his heart suddenly fell.

Li Jingxing's expression was tense as he walked towards the woman with big strides, his handsome face full of gloom.

Qiao Yan held a scarlet cigarette between her slender fingertips. The tall and upright figure of the man blocked her way. She paused slightly and raised her eyes with displeasure.

Li Jingxing lowered his head and saw her face clearly. The faint light outside the window leaked in some fragmented light, and the light and shadows cast dimly on the woman's bright and beautiful features.

It makes her beautiful face more radiant, full of mystery and temptation, making women more feminine and sexy.

But Li Jingxing didn't like the way she smoked.

The man raised his hand to take the cigarette from her hand and put it into his mouth. Qiao Yan secretly smoked the cigarette that Li Jingxing placed in the cabinet.

He is not addicted to this stuff, he just smokes it occasionally to pass the time.

Li Yi will always be ready for Li Jingxing.

But he didn't expect to be found out and beaten by Qiao Yan.

Men smoke stronger cigarettes than women, and most women can't smoke his cigarettes.

But Qiao Yan smoked very skillfully.

The man bit the cigarette and looked at her with a gloomy look: "Who taught you to smoke?"

Qiao Yan had already finished smoking five cigarettes at her feet. Looking at the five cigarette butts, Li Jingxing's forehead suddenly twitched.

This thing is too lazy, and many people can easily become addicted and find it difficult to quit.