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

Qiao Yan took a step back, with a hint of disgust in her eyes that she concealed very well.

This year she learned a lot, suffered losses, and learned to conceal her true thoughts and not show disgust on her face.

The man's hand fell empty, and he groaned. Seeing how beautiful Qiao Yan was, he felt itchy and asked, "Why are you hiding?"

"You won't lose out by making friends with me."

"I heard from Zhang Yan that you are short of money? Otherwise, follow me and I will give you one thousand yuan a month."

"I have a boyfriend."

Qiao Yan's face was tense. She suppressed her anger and turned around to pack her things.

She threw the clothes that fell on the ground into the trash can, then looked at Zhang Yan with a fierce look in her eyes: "Try to touch my things again."

Zhang Yan was in the wrong and was intimidated by Qiao Yan's terrifying threat. She snorted coldly and glared at her: "Shameless bitch, seducing someone else's boyfriend."

Qiao Yan's face suddenly turned cold. She put the things on the ground and looked at Zhang Yan with cold eyes: "Who do you say seduced your boyfriend?"

"You're blind, so go donate."

Zhang Yan was holding back her anger. Thinking of the man she brought with her saying those words in front of her, she suddenly became even angrier and sneered, "I'm talking about you, you stinky bitch, mistress."

Qiao Yan's face was gloomy. She took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Yan's hair and slammed her against the wall viciously. The woman's hair was almost pulled off and she screamed. A slap was slapped directly in the face.

Seeing that she was about to fight back, Qiao Yan kicked her hard on the knee, forced her to kneel on the ground, and said violently: "I have tolerated you for a long time."

She grabbed the woman's hair and said in a cold voice: "Just because I don't get angry, do you think I'm easy to mess with?"

Qiao Yan grabbed her neck and looked at her gloomily: "I didn't settle the score with you for rummaging through my cabinet, but you are the one who is provoke me?"

Zhang Yan wanted to raise her hands to grab Qiao Yan, but her hands were restrained. She looked at the man standing there with anger on her face and shouted, "Come and help me!"

Zhang Yan's heart was beating wildly, and her eyes were filled with ruthlessness: "If you don't like this bitch, I can help you get her!"

When the man heard this, he looked at Qiao Yan's charming back, her perky buttocks, and her fiery personality, and became even more distracted.

He raised his hand and quickly closed and locked the door, then moved the refrigerator to prop up the door, then rubbed his hands and walked towards Qiao Yan with a bright smile.

Qiao Yan felt a chill in her heart. She held the woman's head and smashed her against the wall. The woman screamed heartbreakingly, her forehead was covered in blood, and she was still cursing.

Out of the corner of her eye, Qiao Yan saw the man approaching from behind. She stared at the kitchen, her heart pounding. The moment the man pounced on her, she turned sideways and ran to the side at full speed.

The man's eyes sparkled, and he gave a sinister smile and chased after her: "You hit my woman, don't even think about getting out of here unscathed today."

The room was not big, the kitchen was at the door, and she was stuck at the innermost part.

Qiao Yan grabbed the phone and dialed 110. She looked at the man coldly and laughed, "Do you want to go to jail?"

When the man saw her making a phone call, he walked over quickly with a gloomy face. Qiao Yan took the opportunity to grab the chair and smashed it hard on him!

The man raised his hand to block her, and she took the opportunity to run to the door. Zhang Yan woke up at this time, reacted quickly and grabbed Qiao Yan's legs, holding her tightly: "Brother Zhang, hurry up, I caught her."