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

The man looked pale and pointed casually.

"there."

Li Jingxing expressionlessly loosened the man's collar, raised his hand and knocked the man unconscious, then kicked the man away and walked towards Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan staggered towards the underground parking garage, looking for her car.

The objects in front of Qiao Yan's eyes kept overlapping, and a vague illusion appeared in front of her. The men just now collided with her head-on, and she didn't know what they sprayed in front of her.

But it's definitely not a good thing.

Now Qiao Yan just wants to leave this place as soon as possible.

She bit her lip tightly and called her agent. The corner of her bright red lip was bleeding and the pain made her brain temporarily clear.

She walked forward shakily, and when she looked down she saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Qiao Yan's body was slightly stiff, her consciousness was already unclear. She had already spent a lot of energy to knock down those men just now, and she was also injured.

If the agent didn't show up here soon, she wouldn't be able to drive in her condition, and she wouldn't have the energy to fight a grown man.

It was obvious at first glance that the group of people were the lawless second generation of rich people and officials. If she was caught, it would definitely not be a good ending for her.

This group of people are proud and arrogant, and they look down on women in the entertainment industry. At most, they think they are pretty and worth playing with.

And Qiao Yan hit them so hard, they would definitely make her die miserably.

She didn't expect that after being cautious for so long, she would still get her shoes wet one day.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yan's heart sank slightly. She clenched her fingers, pressed her gums tightly, opened and closed the corners of her mouth, and lifted her chin with one hand to prevent her from biting her tongue.

"Doesn't it hurt?" The man's voice was low and full of magnetism. The hands that were holding her chin were a little dry, and the man's knuckles were slender and white, like the most perfect work of an artist.

This familiar voice almost made Qiao Yan's whole body shake, and she became stiff.

"Am I so scary? Are you going to bite your tongue and commit suicide when you see me?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly. His handsome face was shrouded in a layer of mist, which added a lot of confusing colors to him.

Qiao Yan lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look up. Her palms broke out in cold sweat and her heart was beating like thunder. She had always believed that this man would not die. He had a long life. After all, he had been a scourge for thousands of years.

But the evidence was before her, making her waver. She had fantasized about meeting this man countless times over the years.

With his vengeful character, he would definitely cut Qiao Yan into pieces!

It is definitely not a scene that looks like old friends not seeing each other for many years.

Qiao Yan's heart trembled slightly. She slowly raised her head and saw a pair of dark and gloomy phoenix eyes. The man's handsome face was cold and looked difficult to approach. The corners of his beautiful eyes were raised evilly, with a bit of affection.

His eyes are full of affection when he looks at everyone.

Once upon a time, she thought she was loved.

Actually, it is not.

Qiao Yan dug her fingers into her palms, trying to let the pain calm her down.

In her world, the man's face was cold and heartless. His deep and sharp eyes looked down at her, and they were as compassionate as if they were from a god.

The two looked at each other, one was cold and expressionless, the other was panic-stricken and frightened.

Li Jingxing thought that this woman was weak and unable to take care of herself, but he didn't expect her to be so aggressive and knock down so many men.

If he had his past memories, he would know whose skills she learned from and who taught her.