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

"You should have a good rest." The man stood upright with his back to the woman on the bed, clenched his fingers, and fled out of the room.

The moment he closed the door, Li Jingxing suddenly felt relieved. The woman's graceful and moving figure appeared in his mind, and his body had the most obvious primitive reaction.

The man frowned tightly, his thin lips pursed.

It’s not that there are no beautiful women around him, but he has never had this kind of impulse.

In the past, there were women who took off their clothes and climbed into Li Jingxing’s bed in order to seduce him. His first reaction was that they were dirty.

He threw the woman out of the room roughly, and he even felt that the big bed where the woman had slept was dirty, and he didn't want to live there any longer.

But today, he made too many exceptions for this woman whom he had only met a few times.

And brought the person home.

Not only did he bring her home, he also let her sleep in his own bed.

Obviously, it would be most appropriate to send her to the hospital in her current condition. At the very least, there are so many guest rooms that one can be vacated for Qiao Yan.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen beautiful women before, and it’s impossible for him to like someone just because of her face, but Qiao Yan’s face is irresistible to any man.

She is a witch!

While waiting for the doctor to come, Li Jingxing frowned and listened to the woman's movements inside.

Every minute and every second of waiting is torture.

The beautiful woman who made him somewhat moved was now naked and lying on his bed. There was almost no man in the world who would refuse a beauty like Qiao Yan.

No man can resist the temptation of such a beautiful woman.

In the bedroom, intermittent moans of a woman, like that of a cat, were heard.

Each of those sounds seemed to be accusing Li Jingxing of being cold and ruthless.

Why hasn't the doctor come yet? The man held a cigarette between his fingers and tried to calm himself down. He leaned against the French window, his straight and slender legs wrapped in suit pants and a white shirt, looking particularly noble and elegant.

There was a sudden "clang" sound in the room, and the man quickly put out the cigarette in his hand and strode towards the bedroom.

Qiao Yan has never been an obedient person. If she feels uncomfortable, she will make herself comfortable.

She almost fell off the bed, and the vase on the table was knocked to the ground by her, and the crystal clear glass shattered all over the floor.

Qiao Yan didn't care about these things at all. Her hands were tightly grasping the bed sheets, and she curled up because of the discomfort. Her originally fair face was now flushed red, and her forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

The man's heart tightened as he watched the scene in front of him. He hurried to the bedside and helped her up. He reached out and touched Qiao Yan's forehead and found that her body temperature was abnormally high.

"Qiao Yan?" the man asked anxiously, with a hint of concern and nervousness in his voice.

Qiao Yan opened her eyes dazedly and saw the man's figure. A trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, but she quickly closed her eyes again, mumbling, "I'm so hot... uncomfortable..."

The man frowned as he listened to Qiao Yan's words. He realized that the drug was too strong.

As she spoke, she felt extremely comfortable being close to the man, and she couldn't help but stick close to him to find the only source of heat relief.

The woman kept burrowing into his arms like a wronged cat, her hands constantly pulling at Li Jingxing's white shirt.

Li Jingxing took a deep breath and raised his hand to hold her hand: "Don't touch me."

The man's eyes were obscure and difficult to understand, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Qiao Yan felt uncomfortable all over, as if ants were crawling on her body. She opened her hazy eyes. They were beautiful, big, watery and full of spirituality.

The man held her tightly in his arms, restraining her reckless hands. The two of them were very close to each other, very ambiguous, and their breaths were entangled.

This kind of close contact with a woman made Li Jingxing's body stiffen slightly, but he didn't feel disgusted at all, he even liked it a little.

He even had a dark thought that it would be better to just go with the flow and sleep with the woman in his arms.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

It was a playful and sarcastic laugh.

When did Li Chenxiao, who wanted a woman, fall to such a low level?

The man lowered his head and stared at the beautiful face in front of him. His Adam's apple slid up and down. He raised his hand and couldn't help but touch her delicate face.

It's like they were born this way.

The doctor came soon. Li Jingxing frowned as he looked at the naked woman lying in his arms. He stood up, took out a white shirt from his closet, and put it on Qiao Yan.

After finishing all this, Li Jingxing called the doctor in. The doctor examined her and gave her some medicine.

The doctor stood up and said to the man respectfully, "Mr. Li, this young lady is fine. She just needs to get some more sleep."

Li Jingxing nodded: "Yes, thank you."

"It's okay, it's what I should do." The doctor smiled gently: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Li Jingxing sent the doctor away and returned to the bedroom.

He carefully helped Qiao Yan up and let her lean on his arms. The man gave her some water and then patted her back gently, trying to make her relax.

After a while, Qiao Yan's breathing gradually calmed down and the blush on her face gradually faded away.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He gently stroked Qiao Yan's hair and said with tender eyes, "Have a good sleep."

When the man's eyes rested on the woman's breathtakingly delicate and beautiful face, he couldn't help but notice a blush on it, making the whole person look even more charming and attractive.

This woman is like a rare treasure, exuding endless charm and temptation.

As time went by, Li Jingxing's movements became more and more gentle, as if he was protecting a precious treasure.

His eyes revealed endless worry and concern, and he seemed to have forgotten everything around him, with only the woman in his arms in his eyes.

Even he himself didn't know that when he looked at this woman, tenderness unconsciously appeared in his originally cold and indifferent eyes.

That gentleness is as gentle as water, moistening everything silently.

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight refracted through the window, and the faint golden light sprinkled on the man’s inky black hair.

The man fell asleep in front of her bed without her knowing. The sunlight fell on him, giving him a layer of golden light, making his handsome and noble face look even more mature and handsome.

He is still exquisite and handsome, and the years do not seem to have worn him down, but have instead treated this man well.

He is becoming more and more eye-catching.

Qiao Yan opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment. The man lying on her bed was stunned for a moment, then tentatively called out uncertainly, "Li Jingxing?"