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

Qiao Yan's heart was shaken. She looked down at Zhang Yan's resentful eyes. She smiled coldly, wishing that Qiao Yan would be completely ruined today.

Qiao Yan narrowed her eyes, raised her other foot and kicked Zhang Yan hard in the face!

The room was immediately filled with the woman's painful moans. Zhang Yan let go of her feet, curled up on the ground with her face in her hands, and rolled around.

Qiao Yan ran into the kitchen and pulled out the sharp kitchen knife. The man's tall body blocked the door tightly: "Bitch, I'll see where you can hide this time."

He was proud for only a few seconds. When he saw the sharp kitchen knife in Qiao Yan's hand, his face suddenly darkened. He looked up at her and took a step forward: "If you dare, chop me to death. When I was killing people, you bitch didn't even know where you were."

Qiao Yan felt a chill in her heart and clenched her hand around the phone. She called 110 and just as the call was connected, the phone ran out of battery and turned off.

She held up the kitchen knife and sneered at the man: "Really?"

She raised the knife, with no fear in her eyes, and a determination to die together: "Then come over here and see if I dare to chop you to death."

The man didn't believe it and took a step forward. Qiao Yan raised the kitchen knife and chopped around. Her knife skills were messy and didn't follow any rules. She wouldn't punish anyone if they died. The man had a cold face and didn't dare to step forward.

Qiao Yan waved a kitchen knife and shouted for help.

The man retreated from the kitchen, quickly found a chair and rushed into the kitchen, blocking Qiao Yan who was walking out in the kitchen again.

The man picked up the chair and smashed it towards Qiao Yan with a fierce look on his face!

Qiao Yan subconsciously raised her hand to block, but her arm was numb. Zhang Yan appeared at the kitchen door. She found a baffle and came in to block Qiao Yan. Soon, Qiao Yan was at a disadvantage.

The man grabbed the kitchen knife and threw it on the ground. He raised his hand and slapped Qiao Yan on the cheek, covering her mouth tightly: "You damn woman, I can't kill you!"

There was a loud bang on the door. The man and woman in the kitchen looked at each other and held down the struggling Qiao Yan.

"Go out and see."

"Who is it?" Zhang Yan asked nervously.

The man's deep and mellow voice sounded: "I'm looking for Qiao Yan."

The woman's pupils trembled. She looked at the man in panic. The man gave her a look. She said, "You've got the wrong person."

Li Jingxing stood outside the door, looking impatient and irritable, and said in a cold voice: "Open the door."

"Go away, they said there is no such person."

Soon, the footsteps outside the door disappeared.

Qiao Yan's eyes widened. She struggled hard, opened her mouth and viciously bit off a piece of flesh from the man's palm. The man screamed in pain: "Ahhhh!"

"Li Jingxing!" Qiao Yan shouted with all her might.

"Pa" a slap hit Qiao Yan's cheek, knocking her to the ground, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

The man covered his palms with a fierce look in his eyes. He held down Qiao Yan tightly and covered her mouth. She stared at him greedily, sniffed the fragrance on her body, and her abdomen felt hot and burning.

He pinched Qiao Yan's neck with one hand, stroked her cheek, licked his lips greedily, and said coldly in her ear: "Even if I go to jail, I will fuck you today."

Qiao Yan widened her eyes and stared at her intently. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with stubbornness and unwillingness to surrender.

"Bang" the door shook violently, the refrigerator was kicked over and fell to the ground, the door cracked, and the earth shook.

The man exuded a strong sense of hostility, and his pair of gloomy eyes were so cold and terrifying that he looked like a demon from hell.