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

The man in front of me deserves a beating for some reason!

The man glanced at Ji Qian'an with his deep eyes, exuding a temperament that kept people at a distance. As Ji Qian'an stared deeply into his smiling eyes, he walked over expressionlessly and pulled Ji Yanzhi up from the ground.

Ji Qian looked at the man's cold face, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of his lips.

He was clearly still the Li Jingxing that he was most familiar with.

A man who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

He looks extremely aloof and gives people a feeling that he is difficult to approach, but deep down this man is far from being so cold and mean.

He is still the Li Jingxing that Ji Qian'an is most familiar with.

Ji Qian'an stood there, his pair of beautiful eyes fell on the man. He looked at the man with a cold and distant face, and his eyes suddenly became much gentler.

Ji Yanzhi seemed to feel someone pulling him in a daze, and he opened his eyes with heavy eyelids.

The man opened his eyes a little and looked at the handsome and familiar face in front of him. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his soul left his body.

He stared blankly at the dead man in front of him, his eyes closing, opening, and then opening wide again.

Not a dream.

This dog man is still here.

The sky had completely darkened. The cemetery was already empty and eerie. The wind blew the treetops, and the eerie rustling sound was creepy.

Ji Yan broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said to himself, "Well, I must have been dreaming and I haven't woken up yet."

"Haha, it's the middle of the night, how could I encounter a ghost?" His handsome, pale face looked particularly miserable and forced, but he still pretended to be calm and comforted himself.

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming." The man comforted himself, then closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep, not caring whether the floor was clean or not.

"Hahaha! How can a dead person crawl out of the grave?" Ji Yanzhi laughed dryly twice. His smile seemed particularly weird and terrifying in this gloomy and terrifying cemetery.

He was even more frightened.

Mom, someone please save him.

He seemed to have really seen a ghost...

Li Chenxiao watched Ji Yanzhi close his eyes and was about to fall to the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he became more and more suspicious that this man had a mental problem, or that he had escaped from a mental hospital.

"Is your friend okay? He seems crazy!" Li Manman pointed at Ji Yanzhi who was lying on the ground and talking nonsense, and looked at Ji Yanzhi worriedly.

After sleeping for a while, Ji Yanzhi still felt someone dragging him, and there was a strange and scary whirring sound in his ears.

Li Chenxiao lifted up the limp Ji Yanzhi and frowned, "Get up, my patience is limited."

He is also sick and insists on coming for help.

Just let him sleep on the floor!

"Mom! There's a ghost!" The person on the ground heard this familiar voice, opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand and slapped himself. It hurt! It hurts so much!

Ji Yanzhi was so frightened that his voice choked up.

Li Chenxiao glanced around, pointed at himself, and said in a cold voice with an unhappy expression: "Ghost? Who are you scolding?"

He was trying to help out of kindness, but the other party still scolded him. Does he look so scary?

The woman was also afraid of him.

This made Li Chenxiao, who had a pretty face since childhood, start to doubt his life. Did he really look like a ghost?

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chenxiao saw the crazy man in front of him raise his hand and slap himself several times, so fast that it was impossible to stop.