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

Li Jingxing looked down at the wet mass, veins on his forehead bulging slightly. He had severe mysophobia!

He sneered, stared at her with a pair of sharp eyes, and said sternly: "Get off me!"

Qiao Yan closed her eyes, rolled into a ball, and swiftly rolled off him.

The man stood up with a sullen face, went into the bathroom to wash up, changed into clean clothes and went out.

Before leaving, he ordered Qiao Yan to wash her pajamas, which were covered with saliva, before he came back.

"Wash yourself clean if you make something dirty."

"Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk."

Qiao Yan stood in front of the washstand, looking at the men's pajamas in the clothes basket. There was a wet mark of saliva on the front of the shirt.

Qiao Yan: “…”

She knew that she had a bad sleeping posture, especially when she slept with Li Jingxing, she loved to rub against him.

Many times, the man couldn't stand it anymore and threw her out while she was sleeping.

Qiao Yan had a tense face. She threw the clothes into the basin and started adding water and detergent. She cursed as she washed, "Doesn't he have a servant?"

"You have to let me wash him!!"

When Qiao Yan married Li Jingxing before, she never washed his clothes. On the contrary, it was Li Jingxing who washed her clothes.

If the man refuses to wash, she will keep pestering him until he compromises and gives up struggling.

Qiao Yan is very good at teasing people.

Now Li Jingxing is taking revenge on her and torturing her.

This bastard is really petty. He can hold a grudge for so long over such a trivial matter.

Qiao Yan had a cold face and took Li Jingxing's pajamas as a punching bag, rubbing them hard and cursing: "Wash, wash, wash his uncle."

She rubbed the clothes a few times, and before all the foam was washed off, she took them out and hung them up for him without wringing out the water.

The black pajamas seemed to be dehydrated, dripping down, and there were many white bubbles on the ground.

"Ding Dong" Qiao Yan's phone vibrated. It was a message from the dog man: "I'll come back to check."

"If the clothes are not washed properly, you can expect your sister and your father to go out and sleep on the street today."

When Qiao Yan saw this, her heart trembled inexplicably.

Every word the man said was full of threats. Qiao Yan's face darkened. She raised her head and looked around, suspecting that there was surveillance equipment installed in the room.

She put down her phone and rummaged through the drawers in the room, carefully checking even the sockets and cracks, but she couldn't find the surveillance camera.

The man is like a worm in her stomach; he knows what she is thinking.

Qiao Yan threw the clothes that were still dripping water back into the basin, began to wash them carefully, wrung them dry and hung them up for him.

The bar is dim and the lighting in the private room on the second floor is ambiguous.

At night, the three men have their "trysts".

Ji Yanzhi sat at the bar, with one knee slightly bent and the other long leg straight. He shook a glass of red wine in his hand and looked at the man sitting on the sofa: "What's going on between you and your ex-wife?"

"Can't forget the old love?"

Li Jingxing propped himself up on the sofa with one hand, crossed his legs, and said coldly, "There is no old relationship."

Ji Yanzhi snorted, raised his hand and clinked glasses with Ji Qian'an beside him, his eyes blank, "Don't lie to me, I'm a bit of a naive person, I'll believe it."

Ji Qian pursed his lips and smiled without saying anything, then raised his hand and drank the red wine in the glass.

The more Ji Yanzhi thought about how pathetic he felt that day, the more he felt that he hadn't slept and had even served as a spice for the former couple.

Ji Yanzhi felt very disappointed. He poured a large glass of wine and handed it to Li Jingxing: "I did help you indirectly. You must drink this wine today!"