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

Qiao Yan looked at the man following closely behind her. Her heart sank a little. She turned around and glared at him, saying, "Can you stop following me?"

"I can go by myself."

Li Jingxing put one hand in his pocket, glanced at her, and curled his lips lightly: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Qiao Yan, took the car keys, opened the door and got in. His long legs were particularly eye-catching. Then he sat in the car and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

Qiao Yan took out her cell phone to hail a taxi. Li Jingxing's villa was far away from the suburbs, so she could only take a taxi. However, she waited for a long time on the side of the road and no car came.

After half an hour, Qiao Yan's legs were sore from standing, and her patience ran out, with a hint of annoyance appearing in her eyes.

There was a car in front of her, but the owner of the car was very annoying.

But there is only this one car.

Li Jingxing sat in the car with an indifferent expression and sneered coldly. The man's profile was clear and his hands playing with his phone had distinct joints, giving people a sense of indifference and alienation.

As long as he is around, Qiao Yan will never have to wait for the second car to come in her life.

Li Jingxing sat in the car, typing with his head down, his face terribly cold: "Don't let me see a car coming in."

His voice was cold and heartless: "Otherwise, your year-end bonus will be cancelled this year."

When Li Yi heard this, he was shocked all over and stared at every car vigilantly, fearing that someone might have sneaked in!

The thought of canceling the year-end bonus at the end of the year, such a large bonus, makes me feel heartbroken.

Today! Not even a fly can be let in!

Qiao Yan looked around but still didn't see a car. She pursed her lips and looked at the only car, Li Jingxing's black Maybach.

She could only lift her legs and walk towards Li Jingxing's car, open the back door and sit in.

"Come forward."

"Do you think I'm a driver?" The man glanced at her through the mirror.

I don't know when he threw away the phone in his hand, and his hands were on the steering wheel, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, and his fingers were tapping randomly.

Qiao Yan rolled her eyes, glared at him, opened the door and got out, then opened the passenger seat.

Li Jingxing glanced at her and said, "Fasten your seat belts."

"address."

Qiao Yan said: "The south gate of Jingshi Avenue."

Li Jingxing was driving the car, and the two of them were silent all the way. It was particularly quiet and silent.

The man glanced at Qiao Yan through the mirror while driving. She was sitting in the passenger seat, not making any noise or noise, leaning against the window and looking at the scenery outside.

After only a year of not seeing each other, something about Qiao Yan seemed to have changed a lot.

In the past, she was always noisy when riding in the car. She liked to play pop music, laugh and make noise like a little lunatic, and her singing was as awful as a duck.

At that time, Li Jingxing always felt that she was noisy and his ears were annoyed by her noise.

He always told her to be quiet and shut up, but Qiao Yan loved to go against him.

The man looked at the quiet person in front of him, feeling inexplicably depressed deep in his heart, and indescribable emotions surged in his chest.

At this moment, he suddenly missed the little madman from that time.

People are really cheap.

The car was parked on the side of the road, the old scabs on the whitewashed walls fell to the ground, the old floors looked very shabby, and the steps were dirty on both sides.

Is this the kind of place she lives in?

Qiao Yan didn't let him follow her. She opened the car door and got out. Li Jingxing sat in the car and watched her walk down to the basement.

The man rolled down the car window, a corner of his fine black hair was blown up by the wind, his eyelashes were thick, his handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he was holding a scarlet cigarette with his fingertips, feeling indescribably annoyed in his heart.

He really felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't know why he wanted to keep Qiao Yan by his side.

He couldn't find the answer, and all his rationality was crushed into powder in an instant. He wanted to find out the answer and completely eliminate this woman from his heart.

There is a cancer in people's hearts, and they must be cut out piece by piece with a knife.

Maybe it's a man's self-esteem and innate possessiveness that are at work.

If Li Jingxing's ex-wife was sold out, it would be his people who would be lost as well.

The man sat in the car and smoked half a cigarette. The wind caressed his handsome face, like kissing God's most perfect work of art.