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

"I'm afraid I'll vomit later."

Li Jingxing's eyes gradually turned cold. He leaned back in his chair, playing with his lighter, and smiled coldly: "You are all mine."

His eyes were cold, and he sneered: "Take a look at the piece of meat?"

Okay, you see.

I can't see you dead.

Qiao Yan cursed his ancestors in her heart, and reached out for the braised pork with her chopsticks. When she was full, she slumped in the chair and put down the bowl and chopsticks with satisfaction. She touched her round belly and burped.

Li Jingxing stared at her with cold eyes, and he became more and more disgusted with this woman.

After just one year of not seeing each other, Qiao Yan had acquired a lot more worldly air, and she no longer had the noble and elegant temperament of a wealthy woman's daughter.

Thinking of this, Li Jingxing felt a lump in his heart again.

Noble and elegant?

Qiao Yan?

These four words do not fit Qiao Yan's birth. She has been climbing trees and fishing since she was a child. She is the leader of the gangsters in the compound and a lawless little bully.

The man's dark eyes were deep and deep, his brows were deeply furrowed, his fingertips were casually playing with the lighter, his voice was cold and indifferent: "Why didn't you call me?"

After Qiao Yan had eaten her fill, she felt the burning pain on her face. The man slapped her twice so hard that her cheeks were swollen.

Hearing this, Qiao Yan touched her face and looked up blankly: "Hmm?"

She looked dazed, not knowing what she was thinking. It seemed as if she didn't hear what he said, or as if she was trying to figure out the meaning of his words.

Qiao Yan was a little slow to react before she said, "I called the police."

But the phone was turned off.

When Li Jingxing heard this, he paused for a moment.

He was just outside the door, and as long as she called, Li Jingxing would rush in to save her the first time.

But Qiao Yan didn't fight.

She did not leave the chance to save herself to Li Jingxing, but chose to call the police.

The man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he felt extremely annoyed. He even had the urge to strangle the woman in front of him.

Li Jingxing sneered, his eyes were cold, and his words were also sharp and sarcastic: "Qiao Yan, look at what you have become now, living in such a rubbish place."

Qiao Yan suddenly lowered her head and smiled. She raised her head and looked directly at Li Jingxing. She said to him in a soft and tender voice, "Thanks to you."

Originally, she was also a child who grew up in a honey pot and was spoiled, thanks to the man in front of her.

Her home is gone.

Her father is still in the hospital.

Qiao Yan knew that her father had done a lot of wrong things. This was cause and effect, her father's retribution. She couldn't blame Li Jingxing for being so cruel to them, but she hated him.

But she hated herself the most and hated Li Jingxing for treating her like this.

She was so good to him and gave Li Jingxing everything.

She had a sweet and happy family, but it was completely broken up by this man.

Anyone could be the culprit, why Li Jingxing?

Being stabbed in the back by the person she loved the most, which harmed her entire family and resulted in the destruction of her family, Qiao Yan felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and the pain was so severe that she almost died many times.

But she can't die, she has to atone for her sins if she lives.

The man raised his hand and swept the table in front of him, breaking the dishes and chopsticks all over the floor. His voice was icy cold and his eyes were frighteningly cold: "That's your father's own fault!"

Qiao Yan's eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes. Her fingertips felt cold. She took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "But why did it have to be you? Li Jingxing."

It could be anyone, why him.

She laughed at herself, feeling quite regretful, and murmured with red eyes: "Why did I fall in love with you in the first place?"