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

The dark car body sped past on the road, leaving behind a blurry shadow like lightning. The wind outside the window blew on Qiao Yan's cheek, but did not calm her down.

The car turned a corner and entered a luxurious bar.

Ji Qian'an called Li Jingxing's cell phone. No one knew where he got the phone number, but he called the man's private cell phone number directly.

Ji Yanzhi sat on the sofa with a wrinkled face, dull eyes, and a stiff body. His exquisitely tailored suit also looked a little messy, and he looked dazed.

He is still in a trance state and has not yet recovered from Li Jingxing's resurrection.

So, the person is not dead?

What happened to his relationship over all these years?

What are all the tears he has shed over the years?

He was not dead and had not come back for so many years. Every time on Li Jingxing's death anniversary, he could not help but miss him and cry his heart out.

All these years of affection were ultimately wasted!

Li Chenxiao is the eldest son of the Li family and the biological son of Li Tingzhan and his first wife. In other words, he should have been called Li Jingxing.

The call was connected, and a man's cold and distant voice came from the other end: "Hello?"

Ji Qian'an stood in front of the glass of the private room in the Shise Bar with one hand in his pocket. He lowered his head and looked down at the men and women who were having fun in the crowd in the hall.

"It's me, Ji Qian'an." Ji Qian'an said coldly.

The man frowned, his voice was cold, a little cold and distant, his thin lips slightly opened, the man said in a low and magnetic voice: "How do you have my private cell phone number?"

Li Jingxing has two mobile phone numbers, one for work and one for his personal number. Not many people know his personal number.

There are only three people in total, Li's father and his younger sister.

The other one is his confidant, Li Yi.

Although Li Jingxing's memory is incomplete, he is not a person who will easily trust others.

He has incomplete memory and does not trust anyone around him. The only contacts on his private mobile phone number are those who are close to him.

Those who could get his private number were all given to him by people close to him. For a man who could be so close to the Li family, it was enough to see that Ji Qian'an was quite capable.

Ji Qi'an smiled but didn't answer when he heard the man's words. He was playing with a lighter in his hand, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. He just said nonchalantly: "I know Qiao Yan very well. I know her past and present like the back of my hand."

"Would you like to come out and play?"

"playing what?"

The man's eyes were cold and his voice was indifferent. He sneered: "I'm not interested in a divorced woman with children."

"Oh, really?"

Ji Qi'an raised his eyebrows, gave an address, and said lightly with a smile on his lips: "It's up to you."

Anyway, he has already told others the address.

Those who are interested do not need to be taught, and those who are not interested cannot be taught.

There were strong drum beats in the bar, the air was mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, a noisy crowd, enchanting and sexy women and young and crazy men twisting their bodies wantonly.

Sitting in the booths near the center of the stage were several handsome men in extraordinary attire. Each of these men was an outstanding individual with outstanding looks and temperament.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared. The man had an angular face that was handsome, cold, and evil, and his narrow phoenix eyes looked at people like the god of death.

As soon as he suddenly appeared on the stage, his dazzling figure and beautiful face in the crowd instantly attracted a group of amazed gazes.

As soon as the man appeared, Ji Qian'an asked someone to open a booth in the hall. He sat on the sofa, raised his wine glass and shook it at the man.

The man exuded a cold and powerful aura that kept strangers away, which made men and women who coveted his handsome appearance feel in awe and dared not get close to him and could only watch from afar.

Accompanied by the crazy rhythm and melody of the music, the man in the corner crossed his long and straight legs and shook a glass of wine gently in his white and slender hands.

Ji Yanzhi sat opposite Li Jingxing and stared at him intently, as if he wanted to pin the man to the wall.

If he hadn't been mentally strong, he would have been scared to death by now.

He looked at Li Jingxing's cold and distant eyes, still unable to believe what Ji Qian'an had just told him.