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

"Just treat it as a big deal and let me go."

She smiled bleakly, "I did learn a lesson this year. As you can see, I didn't have a good time."

She has lived such a miserable life, and he should feel better after talking about it.

Maybe because he saw how miserable her life was, he let her go.

Li Jingxing sat up slowly. He pinched her jaw with one hand and forced her to look up. The man's face was covered with a layer of frost, and his tone was extremely cold: "Qiao Yan, is this how you beg people?"

The man's eyes were dark and unclear. He put down the red wine and rubbed her red lips: "You also asked Ji Yanzhi in bed like this? Huh?"

Qiao Yan's body froze, and she forced a smile on her face. She looked up at him and said, "No, only to you."

Li Jingxing lowered his head and sneered, his eyes were frighteningly cold, and he tightened his grip on her cheek: "Did he touch you?"

Qiao Yan looked up at him: "No."

"Nothing happened that night."

Li Jingxing released the hand that was holding her, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips were filled with a half-smile of sarcasm: "What nonsense."

"I told you that you have to be sincere when asking for help."

Sincerity?

The man said this simply because he wanted to sleep with her and avenge the slap he received that day.

Qiao Yan's heart trembled slightly. She lowered her body little by little, took off her coat, and almost knelt between the man's legs.

She used trembling fingers to unbuckle his belt, and with a "click", the buckle was unfastened.

Li Jingxing lowered his eyes and pursed his lips as he looked at her, his expression unclear. It was hard to tell whether there was resistance or expectation in his dark eyes.

Qiao Yan knelt between his legs, put her hands on his legs, opened her red lips, bit the zipper of his suit pants, and slowly pulled it down. The warm breath of a woman sprayed on the man's sensitive parts.

Li Jingxing's expression was ambiguous, and his face became colder and colder. He stroked her cheek with his cold hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Who taught you that?"

In just one year since we last met, Qiao Yan has become more bold and attractive.

“No one taught me, I learned it myself.”

The woman's rosy lips parted, her voice was sweet and gentle, her beautiful eyes were wet and full of affection, she looked at him timidly: "Mr. Li, don't you like it?"

She pressed her face against Li Jingxing's thigh and rubbed it obediently.

Qiao Yan looked up at Li Jingxing with seductive eyes, her voice becoming more and more charming: "Qiao Yan lets Mr. Li do whatever he wants today, as long as you let my family go."

Her white, tender and soft hand gently stroked the man's palm, and she looked at him with seductive eyes, hinting and making ambiguous sounds: "Mr. Li, you can do whatever you want to me."

She is as charming as a demon, making people's mouths dry.

When Li Jingxing thought about how she seduced Ji Yanzhi in the same way, he wanted to tear her face into pieces when he looked at her.

The man grabbed her face and lifted it up, his face was cold and his voice was cold: "You also seduced Ji Yanzhi in this way?"

He looked at me with contempt, mocking me and saying, "Qiao Yan, do you still have any sense of shame?"

The woman looked up at him, her eyes were hot and filled with moisture. Tears oozed out, and her voice was faintly filled with a little grievance: "I can't help it. Mr. Li won't give me a way to live."

Li Jingxing sneered coldly when he saw her crying. His fingertips touched the tear and his expression became even colder: "Crocodile tears?"

Qiao Yan raised her hand and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She smiled frivolously at the man in front of her with a beautiful face, "I was accidentally discovered by Mr. Li."