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

The woman lay on the hospital bed with her head exposed. Her eyes were red and her face was covered with tears. She stared at the wheelchair where Lu Tingshen was sitting without blinking.

She stared at the wheelchair where Lu Tingshen was sitting. As Qiao Yan looked at him, she blinked and a string of tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

When she cried, she had seven points of the beauty of a sickly Xizi, which made people love her and feel pity for her.

It always makes people feel distressed.

When Lu Tingshen saw her crying, he felt heartbroken.

The man hurriedly wiped her tears, his eyes full of heartache and self-blame: "Don't cry, I will never say you are ugly again."

The more he wiped, the more the woman's tears flowed, as if they were free.

Lu Tingshen was confused by her posture.

I couldn't help laughing and continued to wipe her tears with a tissue: "Why do you cry more the more I wipe?"

"Little cat."

Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse, almost crying, and she lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Lu Tingshen."

As soon as she said sorry, he forgave her no matter what Qiao Yan did to him.

"Qiao Qiao, you haven't done anything to me."

"If I save you, then this life is mine."

"I didn't ask you to ruin me."

In front of him, Qiao Yan was like a child who had made a mistake. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. Her eyes were red, and she felt wronged and angry but dared not speak.

"Promise me that you won't go to such a dangerous place next time."

"What if I accidentally fall down?"

The man spoke gently, and did not ask her why, nor did he expose her scars. He just asked her to stay away from dangerous places.

The one who understands Qiao Yan will always be Lu Tingshen.

Qiao Yan's mouth pursed and she wanted to cry again, but she couldn't control herself. It was as if she suddenly became a person who couldn't control her emotions.

She actually didn't want to cry. She felt that it was very wrong and embarrassing.

But when he spoke, she couldn't help herself.

Lu Tingshen half-circled her into his arms, hugged her gently, and said in a low voice: "Promise me that you won't do this next time, okay?"

Qiao Yan raised her hand and wiped away her tears, then nodded heavily.

Lu Tingshen chuckled and patted her head: "If you really have an accident next time, I will go to your grave on Qingming Festival."

"I will bring you a steamed bun every year."

"I won't bring you anything delicious."

"I will starve you every day."

The thing Qiao Yan hates most in her life is eating steamed buns.

Qiao Yan: “…”

Black Maybach.

The atmosphere in the carriage was frighteningly cold. Ji Yanzhi swallowed silently.

Seeing the two people hugging each other in the surveillance video, Li Jingxing's face suddenly darkened.

Why did he agree to meet these two people in the first place?

The man exuded coldness all over his body, and his frosty face looked extremely scary.

He tried hard to suppress his anger and jealousy on his cold face, raised his foot, opened the car door and walked down.

Ji Yanzhi quickly reached out and hugged the man's waist, and persuaded him kindly: "Alas, this is a special situation."

"As the head of the family, can't you give him some leniency?"

"What's wrong with you being more generous?"

Li Jingxing immediately became furious. He turned around and looked at Ji Yanzhi angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "Let me go!"

"Let go!"