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

She walked over and sat down at the table obediently.

Li family.

Qiao Yan felt that she had almost recovered, and she couldn't fall behind in her work, nor could she let Director Zhang wait for her. So, she said something to Li Jingxing without hesitation, and prepared to pack her luggage and join the crew.

When Li Jingxing heard this, his brows knitted tightly, and his eyes became deep, like a pool of spring water, staring at Qiao Yan quietly. She had just been discharged from the hospital for a few days, and her body had not yet fully recovered, but she was in a hurry to run back to the crew. She was simply playing a joke on her own health!

It's not like he can't support her.

This woman has to make herself so tired every day.

"I want to go to work." Qiao Yan stood at the door, raised her eyes and looked at the man in the study and said.

She went to ask Director Zhang if she wanted to join the crew as soon as possible, but Director Zhang said that she couldn't join the crew without President Li's consent.

After all, Mr. Li is now the largest investor.

If Qiao Yan wants to go to work, she needs Li Jingxing's consent.

Evil capitalist!

Li Jingxing sat on a chair in the study and threw away the pen in his hand. The man stared at her with dark eyes and waved at her. He said in a low voice: "Come here."

Qiao Yan frowned, raised her feet and walked over slowly. The man grabbed her waist and made her sit on his lap.

The aura emanating from the man's body rushed towards her, surrounding her tightly. He held Qiao Yan in his arms and raised his hand to touch the back of the woman's head.

She had a scar on the back of her head where she had stitches, and her hair in another area was shaved off. Qiao Yan always wore a wig when she went out.

"Does it still hurt?" He put his arms around her waist and pressed gently with his big hands.

It hurts a little.

But Qiao Yan endured it.

She sat on the man's lap and shook her head without changing her expression: "It doesn't hurt."

Li Jingxing paused and stared at Qiao Yan for a few seconds.

The man's deep, dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.

Qiao Yan's scalp tingled when she saw this, as if she was a child telling a lie, and the teacher saw through her at a glance, but she still had to pretend to be calm.

Li Jingxing knew that this woman was very stubborn. Even if he pressed her until she bled today, she could still tell him without changing her expression that it didn't hurt.

The man took back his hand that was touching her head and said in a low voice: "Then go ahead."

Qiao Yan looked at him in surprise. She didn't expect that this bastard would be so easy to talk to today.

Li Jingxing received her gaze and snorted coldly: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Is it possible that I am not good to you?"

Li Jingxing looked at her and said, "Or in your eyes, am I an unreasonable devil?"

It was the last sentence that Qiao Yan agreed with in her heart.

The man was strong and overbearing, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone: "Let Li Yi go with you, otherwise, you will stay at home for another month."

Qiao Yan curled her lips: "Oh."

Li Jingxing stared at her and said word by word: "If you feel unhappy again in the future, just tell me, don't keep it in your heart."

Qiao Yan felt that Li Jingxing made her feel uncomfortable and always seemed to be a stranger to her.

"Oh." She struggled to get off his legs.

Li Jingxing refused. He put his arm around her waist and stared at her red lips. He curled his lips slightly and said, "I haven't touched you during this time when you were recovering from your illness."

The man stroked her red lips with his slender fingers, his eyes dimmed: "Are you going to compensate me?"

Without waiting for Qiao Yan to answer, the man hugged her and pushed the woman in his arms against the table.

God knows how hard he has been enduring these days!

He was breathing heavily and the man's kiss became more intense, his lips leaving more marks on her neck.