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

Ji Qian'an was very free and easy. He just threw the person onto the sofa, clapped his hands and left.

Qiao Yan: “…”

Qiao Yan went to the bathroom to wash her hands, walked to the sofa, stretched out her legs and kicked the man: "Can you leave?"

Seeing that he didn't react, Qiao Yan didn't plan to help him to the bed. If it were in the past, she would have been heartbroken.

Qiao Yan found a blanket and covered the man with it, intending to let him sleep on the sofa all night.

She had just covered the man with the quilt and when she stood up, a large hand reached up and grasped her hand.

Qiao Yan looked down and saw that the man still had his eyes closed, his long eyelashes were thick and curled, and his handsome face was no longer as cold and distant as before, but had a little more gentleness.

She raised her hand and tried to pull it away, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of the man's hand.

Qiao Yan was immediately furious: "Li Jingxing, I know you are pretending to sleep."

"Stop pretending and let me go!"

Li Jingxing slowly opened his deep eyes, and stared at Qiao Yan with his charming eyes. He was drunk, and his cheeks showed a hint of intoxication.

"Why don't you let me go to bed?" the man asked drunkenly, like an awkward and difficult to coax child.

Qiao Yan said angrily: "Are you going to crush me to death?"

"I can't help you."

Li Jingxing laughed, his dark eyes rippled with intoxication, his eyes were red and a little aggrieved: "Liar, you were able to help me before."

He glanced at Qiao Yan quickly, then turned his head away and pursed his lips without saying anything.

Qiao Yan was suddenly speechless.

She used to love Li Jingxing. When he was drunk at a social event outside, she felt so distressed that she would never let him sleep on the sofa. She almost used all her strength to get him to the bed.

Qiao Yan sneered: "I'm old, I can't help you, I don't have the strength."

Li Jingxing was obviously stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but chuckled again.

Qiao Yan felt more and more that he was a psychopath, and was very annoying.

She shook her hands: "Let go!"

The man said firmly: "No."

"what on earth do you want?"

Li Jingxing held her hand and refused to let go. He stood up shakily and said in a muffled voice, "I want you to kiss me."

The man had indeed drunk too much tonight, and his behavior was somewhat abnormal.

Qiao Yan really wanted to slap him in the face and kiss him.

With a wooden face, she bent down and kissed Li Jingxing on the cheek as quickly as if she was completing a task.

Qiao Yan raised her hand and wiped her mouth: "Okay, let go."

The action of her wiping her hands almost drove the man crazy. He grabbed Qiao Yan's wrist and pulled her into his arms, then put the woman on his lap.

The man's chin rested on her shoulder, and his warm breath hit the woman's cheek.

He lowered his head and sucked her earlobe, then reached his hand through her clothes, grasped her softness, and kneaded it with his five fingers. After a while of happiness, he asked fiercely, "How many men have you kissed?"

A strong smell of alcohol lingered on Qiao Yan's face. She put her hands on his chest and turned her head to avoid the man's kiss: "Many people, I have kissed many men on the mouth."

This year, she was as tired as a dog and had no mood to look for a man, but she just wanted to stab him and disgust him.

The most disgusting thing is that he let her go quickly.

Li Jingxing had a gloomy face and bit her lips: "Oh, Qiao Qiao, I'm going to be angry."