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

Those who come here are not ordinary people. The bar has set a minimum consumption limit. In addition to the age check to prevent minors from entering the bar, there is also an asset check.

You have to have a certain amount of assets to enter, so the people who play there are basically high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the main focus is on a high-end game.

Those who come here to play are all wealthy people and second and third generation people with a certain amount of wealth, and they are not short of money.

Qiao Yan sat alone in the corner of the bar drinking to relieve her sorrow. She was beautiful, and even though her whole face was shrouded in the dim shadow corner, her hot and sexy body was very eye-catching.

Several young men sitting at another table noticed Qiao Yan in the corner. They didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, so naturally they knew little about Qiao Yan.

Since her debut, Qiao Yan has had almost zero scandals. She is either on a film set or on the way to receive awards. She also rarely appears on variety shows, does not hype herself up with male artists casually, and has always been a low-key person.

The dim and ambiguous lighting in the bar made her already stunning beauty even more dazzling.

One of the men approached with curiosity in his eyes. There was only amazement in his eyes. He stared at the woman's face and was shocked in his heart.

The woman's eyebrows were painted with powder, the corners of her lips were rosy, and her white, palm-sized cheeks were a little red because of the alcohol, like a bright rose. Her face was bright and charming, her charming eyes were slightly raised, and she was full of charm.

A deadly stunner.

Beautiful, but a little dangerous, like a rose with thorns.

Very beautiful woman.

Thrilling enough.

The man approached Qiao Yan, his eyes still a little greedy: "Beauty, can I buy you a few drinks?"

Qiao Yan twisted the wine glass and looked at him, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. She looked at the man with indifferent eyes and expressionless face, without saying a word.

Alcohol couldn't numb her nerves, the noise from the bar couldn't calm her down, and there were flies flying around her from time to time.

Qiao Yan stood up and prepared to leave. When the group of people saw her leaving, they gave her various looks and followed her out one after another.

The man who was still sitting in the corner holding a glass of wine stared at the familiar figure not far away and paused slightly, then looked at the men with bad intentions behind him, and his tightly furrowed brows twisted together.

The man put down his crossed legs with an expressionless face. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table and glanced at Ji Qian and Ji Yan indifferently: "I have something to do. I'll excuse myself first."

Before Ji Yanzhi had the chance to reminisce with him or express how much he missed him, he was gone.

He wanted to chase her out, so he had to cultivate his relationship with Li Jingxing tonight.

He wants to sleep with Li Jingxing!

However, when he stood up, Ji Qian grabbed his hand and said, "Sit down."

"What are you doing!" Ji Yanzhi became anxious when he was stopped, but when he looked up, Li Jingxing's figure had disappeared.

"Ji Qian! It's all your fault!"

When the man chased out, there were several men lying on the ground, groaning in pain. A fight had taken place here, and Qiao Yan's figure had long disappeared.

She was a weak woman, and she was afraid that she might have met with an accident or been kidnapped by someone.

The man's heart suddenly jumped. He bent down and grabbed one of the men by the collar. His eyes were dangerous and his voice was as cold as ice: "Where is Qiao Yan?"

The man, with a bruised face, met Li Jingxing's cold eyes. He trembled violently in his heart and said fearfully, "That stinky woman beat us and ran away!"

Li Jingxing narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Where are you going?"