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

"Wife." He kissed her cheek, rubbed her obediently, and put his hands around the woman's waist, hugging her with a very possessive attitude.

Qiao Yan was held in his arms, unable to move, with a numb look on her face.

"Wife." He kissed her cheek carefully, glanced at Qiao Yan, and stretched out his hand to cover those cold eyes: "Your eyes are too fierce."

"I don't want to see it."

Qiao Yan raised her hand and pinched the man's waist viciously, then turned 360 degrees and said, "Shut up."

Tears of pain welled up in Li Jingxing's eyes, and they fell as he blinked.

With tears in his eyes, he raised his hand to take off his pants again.

It is said that when a couple fights, they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Ji Qian'an taught him that if he can make his wife submissive in bed, everything will be easy to solve.

He wants to take off his pants and sleep with his wife.

Qiao Yan's alarm bells rang loudly, and she quickly raised her hand to stop him: "Don't take it off!"

"Or you can get out of bed."

Li San Sui was immediately stunned.

Qiao Yan rubbed her eyebrows, feeling somewhat powerless to deal with Li Jingxing like this: "Go to sleep."

When Qiao Yan looked down, the man had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. There were traces of tears on his quiet face, and his long and thick eyelashes made him look delicate and beautiful like an angel.

The man had never been so drunk before. In the past, when he was drunk, he was still conscious and was on guard against her, not letting himself get completely drunk.

In the past, Qiao Yan always wanted to give birth to a son like Li Jingxing. The little guy would definitely inherit his father's perfect genes. At that time, she felt warm in her heart.

She wanted to bear him a child.

But later, Qiao Yan never thought about it again.

Today's situation seems to have no solution. Li Jingxing is full of revenge and hatred towards the Qiao family.

Deep down, Qiao Yan couldn't erase the hurt that man had brought to her.

Seeing that the man had fallen asleep, Qiao Yan wanted to raise her hand to take the hand away from her waist, but the man's iron arm was tightly wrapped around her with great strength.

She couldn't pry it open, so she could only let the man hold her.

The next day.

When Qiao Yan woke up, the seat next to her was empty. She raised her hand and touched it, and found that the place where Li Jingxing had slept had become cold.

The man had been gone for a long time.

Qiao Yan stood up and glanced around. There were cigarette butts all over the balcony outside, piled up into a small hill.

When Li Jingxing woke up, he touched a woman's body on his bed. He froze for a moment and lifted the quilt to check, revealing a familiar and beautiful face.

For some reason, I saw that the woman on the bed was Qiao Yan.

The man felt inexplicably relieved.

His head hurt after the hangover. He rubbed his brows, and memories of last night came to his mind.

The man's face suddenly became very strange, and a blush slowly appeared on his earlobe, almost red enough to drip blood.

His mind flashed back to what he had done last night, that childish and stupid person who had brought shame upon him.

Li Jingxing's face suddenly became colorful.

The man put on his clothes, stood up and walked to the balcony, frowning with some irritability in his eyes. He smoked for a long time and could not imagine how he turned into such a horrible state last night.

People hate dogs.

Especially, he lost face in front of this woman.

After he finished smoking, he rubbed his hair angrily, with a cold and handsome face, and walked out with murderous intent.

Early in the morning, Ji Yanzhi opened his eyes and saw a gloomy-faced man standing beside the bed. He was so scared that he screamed in terror.

"Ahhhhhhhh"