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

Qiao Yan walked out and opened her cabinet. Li Jingxing looked at the narrow and shabby room, frowning tightly. He leaned against the door and took one puff after another of his cigarette.

Qiao Yan didn't take anything but a stack of photo albums and her tablet.

After she followed Li Jingxing, this man probably wouldn't let her wear these clothes.

It’s not that Qiao Yan is being sentimental. Li Jingxing would definitely think that she is embarrassing him by wearing these clothes when going out.

When Li Jingxing saw Qiao Yan holding a photo album and a tablet, he frowned and glanced down: "No more?"

"Ah."

Li Jingxing frowned: "It's worth coming back for this little rag."

Li Yi quickly brought a lawyer over, and all subsequent matters were handed over to the golden lawyer to handle. Before Li Jing left, he specifically instructed: "Beat him to death."

"Yes, Mr. Li."

Li Jingxing drove Qiao Yan directly to the hospital. It was already late at night when they finished treating her wounds. Qiao Yan's stomach growled with hunger. She covered her stomach and looked at the man's cold profile hesitantly: "Mr. Li, I'm hungry."

Li Jingxing glanced at her with a cold look on his face. He drove the car into a five-star hotel expressionlessly. The doorman saw the familiar license plate number and hurriedly greeted him: "Boss Li."

Li Jingxing got out of the car, threw the car keys to the doorman, and walked inside with Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan followed him closely, the two of them walking one after the other, and they ran into a group of people surrounding a man walking out from the side.

Qiao Yan glanced at him indifferently, her eyes slightly narrowed, her knuckles clenched tightly, but there was no expression on her face.

"Hey, Mr. Li." The man greeted Li Jingxing, but Li Jingxing didn't even look at him. The people next to him saw Mr. Li and greeted him quickly.

With Li Jingxing's temper, if someone he doesn't want to deal with comes, even the most powerful person will run into a wall and be humiliated.

Lu Tingshen paused, saw the backs of the two people in front of him, narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Director Lu, this CEO Li is a little too arrogant."

"He didn't even take you seriously."

"Tsk, he's just a gigolo who got to the top by living off his wife, why is he so arrogant?"

"That person just now was the eldest daughter of the Qiao family that went bankrupt, Qiao Yan, right?"

"Tsk, these two people can get together despite their blood feud."

In the private room, Li Jingxing ordered a table of dishes, and Qiao Yan started to eat rice. She was not polite to Li Jingxing at all, and her mouth was bulging with food stuffed full on both sides.

Li Jingxing ate a few bites but lost his appetite. He leaned back in his chair and smoked, then sat there watching Qiao Yan eat.

The man's eyes were deep and dark, and the emotions in them were incomprehensible.

Qiao Yan ate too fast and choked, so she quickly put down the bowl and drank water.

Li Jingxing looked at her rude way of eating with disgust in his eyes. He pinched a scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers and cursed: "Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"

"Can't you eat slower? No one's competing with you."

After drinking the water and having a sumptuous dinner, Qiao Yan was in a very good mood. She continued eating without arguing with Li Jingxing.

Qiao Yan ate the first bowl of rice, then the second bowl, and finally the third bowl.

This amount of food is three times what Qiao Yan used to eat.

Li Jingxing stopped smoking. He put out the cigarette and looked at Qiao Yan in silence. He felt very strange in his heart.

"Mr. Li, can you please stop looking at me? I can't eat." Qiao Yan said to Li Jingxing embarrassedly.