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

It means that they have had close contact, very close, close enough to hug, or have been intimate like this.

Li Jingxing had just finished being intimate with Ji Tang, and now he was kissing her again. Who did he think she was?

The two of them had to work together to disgust her.

Qiao Yan felt a lump in her nose and felt inexplicably wronged. This feeling of being treated as a plaything and not as a human being was simply terrible.

Li Jingxing felt secretly happy when he saw that she looked like she was about to cry because she was bullied.

The man sneered, showing no intention of showing any mercy to the woman. His voice was cold and gloomy: "Will you dare to provoke me again in the future?"

Qiao Yan raised her head with red eyes and glared at Li Jingxing, growling, "Get lost!"

Li Jingxing's eyes were slightly cold. He suddenly grabbed her jaw and leaned forward with a fierce look on his face: "Qiao Yan, have you forgotten who you are?"

His voice was terribly cold: "Who gave you the right to talk to me like this?"

Qiao Yan was forced to look up at him. She glared at him with her red eyes and roared:

"Li Jingxing, you've kissed other people's stinky mouths, don't kiss me!"

"You want to kiss me, can you wash your mouth first?"

She doesn't want to kiss Ji Tang indirectly!

Qiao Yan wiped her mouth fiercely with red eyes, cursing: "I owe you guys this!"

Li Jingxing was slightly stunned, looking at her pair of rabbit-like eyes and listening to her angry curses, which sounded aggrieved and angry.

The man curled his lips lightly, lowered his head and chuckled. He looked at Qiao Yan's face, which was red with anger, and said with certainty: "Are you jealous?"

Qiao Yan took a deep breath and roared, "I'm jealous of your uncle!"

Li Jingxing released her hand that was holding her jaw, sat upright, and said with a cold and indifferent expression: "I don't have an uncle."

Qiao Yan felt a lump in her chest and wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death.

Qiao Yan sat up straight, straightened her messy clothes, and moved her butt towards the glass window, away from this crazy man.

I really don't know why he suddenly went crazy.

Qiao Yan sat in the car, sighing. She looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, her face full of worry and sorrow.

Why couldn't Ji Tang subdue Li Jingxing? Wasn't Li Jingxing the one who listened to her the most?

Ji Tang failed to control Li Jingxing, and her future days would probably not be easy.

Ji Tang stood there, watching Li Jingxing leave her, and what echoed in her mind were Li Jingxing's words: Sorry, Ji Tang.

He rejected her.

Li Jingxing actually rejected her, how could he reject herself?

Ji Tang's eyes were filled with confusion and anxiety. Isn't she the one he loves the most?

Ji Tang has always known that Li Jingxing likes her.

Li Jingxing had had deep feelings for her since high school, and his possessiveness was so strong that he almost regarded her as his own property, to a pathological degree.

After Li Jingxing recovered, he went to the same high school as Ji Tang. Because of his outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, Ji's father took a fancy to him and adopted him as his son.

During high school, Li Jingxing acted as her bodyguard. Any man who confessed his love to Ji Tang would be pinned to the ground and beaten by Li Jingxing. He did not allow anyone to confess their love to her.

Li Jingxing liked her, and Ji Tang felt it.

The day I first met the boy, it was snowing heavily. The boy's clothes were tattered, his body was covered with wounds and bullet holes. He was curled up in the corner, breathing weakly, with thick snow covering him and he was about to die.