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

His fingers gently stroked her cheek, as if exploring every inch of her skin, feeling her warmth and softness, her eyebrows and eyes.

"Ji Qian'an." Fu Wenxin looked at him pleadingly in a low voice.

Ji Qian patted her back soothingly and continued what he had unfinished: "Trust me, don't be afraid."

"Qian? Xinxin?" the man called out in confusion, "That's weird. I clearly heard these two kids talking just now."

When Fu Wenxin heard the footsteps from that direction, her heart began to beat like thunder and her whole body was tense and she was extremely scared.

Father Ji is a very serious person. As long as he puts on a stern face or looks at her, Fu Wenxin dares not speak.

In the Ji family, she relies on Ji Qian'an the most and is most afraid of Ji's father.

His fingers traced her beauty even more gently, as if he wanted to engrave her beauty forever in his memory.

The man's lips slowly fell on her collarbone, and his breathing became rapid.

She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and his hands began to grope her back, feeling the softness of her body.

The night was as thick as ink, and everything around became blurry.

Only the two of them were intertwined in the darkness.

Their bodies gradually became hot, their breathing became more and more rapid, and their hearts were beating wildly.

In this silent night, they seemed to have forgotten everything, kissing each other's lips and tongues, leaving only each other's bodies and breaths.

Their heartbeats were like the drum beats in a symphony, playing a beautiful melody, and their souls blended together at this moment, as if they would never be separated again.

Fu Wenxin didn't know whether she should continue like this, but her head was dizzy at the moment and she couldn't extricate herself.

"Pray for peace?"

The man's steady footsteps were getting closer and closer. Ji Qian'an controlled his own rhythm and kissed Fu Wenxin gently.

The first time he tasted his own little girl, he didn't want to care even if it was her biological father.

The little girl in the man's arms was kissed by him until she felt dizzy and powerless. She fell limp in his arms as if she had no bones.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Ji Zhengjun appeared in front of the two people with a briefcase. He looked at the woman who was tightly shielded by his son, and his brows twitched slightly.

Has his son finally come to his senses?

The man looked the girl up and down and frowned. It seemed that she was not the one from the Nan family.

Ji Zhengjun's voice suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Ji Qian'an with a serious expression: "Who is she?"

Ji Qinan immediately felt the terribly stiff body of the girl in his arms.

Ji Qi'an stood up with the person in his arms without changing his expression: "Xinxin has a cold, carry her out to breathe some fresh air."

Ji Zhengjun always knew that the two had a good relationship. Since they had no daughter, they raised Fu Wenxin as a half-daughter.

But when Fu Wenxin sent it back, it was the busiest time for their careers, so they handed it over to Ji Qian'an so that these two people could at least take care of it.

This mature and steady son of his has always been cold-hearted, but he cares a lot about Fu Wenxin's affairs and cares about her more than they, as parents, do.

But Ji's father probably didn't know that Ji Qian'an was taking care of the patient and put him to bed.

When Ji Zhengjun heard that Fu Wenxin had caught a cold, he said impatiently, "Take her back to the room. Why are you blowing cold wind in the middle of the night?"