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

Li Jingxing allowed her to misunderstand. He didn't want to explain his relationship with Ji Tang to Qiao Yan. Telling her would only make this woman proud and arrogant, and would laugh at him and make sarcastic remarks.

There was no need to explain to her the current relationship between him and Qiao Yan.

He himself didn't know why he was furious when he heard Qiao Yan went out to auction her virginity, nor could he explain why he brought her back to the villa.

He didn't want to think about it too much, nor did he think about having a future with Qiao Yan.

Just live day by day and let nature take its course.

Even if he and Qiao Yan separated one day, it would be natural and there would be no need to explain. They could just go their separate ways.

"sleep."

Li Jingxing looked disgusted. He pressed her roughly against his chest and reached out to turn off the light.

The man had a splitting headache and his brain felt like it was about to explode. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and this state lasted for a long time.

The doctor prescribed him a lot of medicine, but he still suffered from insomnia and headaches.

It seemed that he had never slept well since Qiao Yan left.

On the pink bed, the man’s tall body held the woman in his arms tightly, his iron arms holding her in his arms.

Qiao Yan's face was pressed against the man's chest. Through a thin layer of pajamas, she could hear the man's hot beating heart.

Qiao Yan couldn't break free from the shackles on her body.

She simply gave up, and as she felt sleepy, her eyelids began to droop heavily.

Soon the sound of steady breathing could be heard in the room.

In the darkness, the man opened his eyes and stroked the woman's soft hair with his large palm.

His other hand was on her waist, and strong emotions were surging in the man's dark eyes.

So be it, entangled and torturing each other.

This question will never be solved.

Li Jingxing slept very soundly this time, without insomnia. He never woke up in the middle of the night again and sat on the balcony smoking all night.

A nightmare.

When Li Jingxing woke up, the woman in his arms was like a koala, rubbing her limbs against him uncontrollably, and she was pressing on the man.

There was a small wet mark on the man's chest.

Li Jingxing had a nightmare all night. He was trapped under Foshan for a full hundred years and could not move at all.

One of Qiao Yan's legs was draped over him, and she hugged his thin waist tightly, pressing her whole body against him.

She lay in his arms with her legs spread out, not even in the sleepy position.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He knew this would happen!

Qiao Yan's sleeping posture is so bad!

Li Jingxing raised his hand and threw the leg off his body. The woman in his arms frowned and raised her leg to press on him again. He threw it again, which made the woman angry. She raised her hand and slapped him.

A crisp and loud "pop" sound was heard.

"Qiao Yan!!!"

Qiao Yan woke up to the sound of a man's low roar.

She lay on top of Li Jingxing, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, looking sleepy and confused: "What?"

When she opened her eyes, she was faced with Li Jingxing's gloomy face, and she said subconsciously: "Pah, pah, pah, bad luck!"

"I actually dreamed about that bastard Li Jingxing."

She yawned, looking as if she had not yet woken up, cursed, closed her eyes and prepared to go to sleep again.

The next second, her brain froze for a second, and she suddenly opened her eyes, meeting the man's eyes that looked like the god of death.

Qiao Yan: “…” Come and let a bolt of lightning strike her to death, right now.

Her scalp tingled, and she raised her hand awkwardly and waved, looking at the slap mark on the man's cheek, and smiled awkwardly: "Hi, good morning, Mr. Li."