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

Qiao Yan didn’t know what Li Jingxing’s aesthetic taste was, this pink and tender girly room.

She thinks men are quite introverted.

Qiao Yan doesn't like pink, she loves black. Pink is tender and childish, while black is cold and dark.

After taking a shower and blowing her hair, Qiao Yan was about to throw off the quilt and go to bed, but then she thought of something, put on her coat and slippers, walked upstairs a few steps, then went downstairs and brought up a glass of milk.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Mr. Li."

"Come in."

The man in the room spoke in a low voice. Qiao Yan pushed the door open and saw Li Jingxing sitting at the desk with a computer in front of him, working. He raised his dark eyes and glanced at her indifferently.

The man was wearing a black satin pajamas and a pair of golden glasses, and he exuded an aura of abstinence and nobility.

Qiao Yan just felt that this man looked more and more like a well-dressed gentleman.

"Is there something?" The man asked her with a cold face, tapping on the computer with his fingers, frowning.

His gaze seemed to fall on the glass of milk, his eyes dark and deep.

Qiao Yan always liked to give him a glass of warm milk before bed.

Qiao Yan had a flattering smile on her face. She placed the milk on his table and looked at his expression: "My dad and my sister."

Li Jingxing didn't even raise his head. He paused as he continued typing on the computer. He said in a cold voice, "They are all in the hospital. Someone will take care of them."

Qiao Yan heaved a sigh of relief. She smiled and said to Li Jingxing, "Good night, Mr. Li. I'm going to sleep first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to go downstairs. When she reached the door, Qiao Yan held the door handle and turned back: "Mr. Li, I want to go out to work tomorrow."

Li Jingxing stopped the work in his hands. The expression on his face made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The man's handsome face was cold, his dark eyes stared at her, and his voice was low: "Qiao Yan, don't bargain with me."

The man was firm and did not allow for negotiation: "You are not allowed to do those jobs anymore."

Her jobs either require her to expose her body or to flirt with men. Since she has followed him, he will not allow Qiao Yan to go to such mixed places.

The money Li Jingxing earned could not be spent in several lifetimes, and it was more than enough to support Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan loosened and tightened her fingers, looking at the man's cold and indifferent face. Seeing his resolute attitude, she was almost discouraged in her heart. She forced a smile on her face and said, "Okay."

Qiao Yan went downstairs and returned to her room. Her phone was charging on the bedside table. She turned it on to report to Qiao Xin that she was safe, and a WeChat message popped up.

That was the photo Lu Tingshen sent over. It showed Li Jingxing and Ji Tang hugging each other affectionately.

This scene is really eye-catching.

Qiao Yan's fingertips felt cold, and she clicked on the photo to enlarge it.

Lu Tingshen said: "After so many years, they are finally together."

"Qiao Qiao, don't like him anymore."

Qiao Yan sat on the bed, lowered her brows, and sent him a message: "Well, I haven't liked it for a long time."

"Do you have Ji Tang's phone number? Send me one."

The other side quickly replied to WeChat: "Okay, I'll ask for you."

Lu Tingshen sent Ji Tang's phone number to Qiao Yan, and Qiao Yan sent Ji Tang an address, which was the villa where she and Li Jingxing lived now.

She has done everything she should do, and the rest is up to God. No woman would tolerate her man keeping another woman outside.

She believed Ji Tang would come.