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

Li Jingxing's eyes were sharp and cold. He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked very ruffian, and the corners of his lips were curved upwards in naked provocation.

When Lu Tingshen saw the man's appearance, he wanted to raise his fist and hit the man in the face!

But he knew he couldn't do this.

Mr. Lu came over with his bodyguards. He glanced at Qiao Yan with a sharp and cold look. Qiao Yan pursed her lips and raised her hand to hug Qiao Yan.

Mr. Lu stared at Lu Tingshen with dignity and said coldly: "Come back with me."

"The man you're about to be engaged to is hanging out with other women all day."

"Does the Yang family know what to say?"

Lu Tingshen clenched his fingers and then loosened them a little, his eyes filled with restrained and forbearing red bloodshot.

Qiao Yan held the little guy in her arms, a smile on her face: "You can go back, I'm fine."

Lu Ting's fingernails almost dug into his palms, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Okay."

He raised his eyes and gave Li Jingxing a cold look: "Call me if you have anything."

"If anyone dares to bully you, I will help you kill him."

Mr. Lu, who was listening nearby, frowned slightly and scolded, "Ting Shen! Don't be rude to Mr. Li."

Lu Ting turned around with a stern face and walked out.

Mr. Lu stared at Qiao Yan and said, "He's getting engaged now. Grandpa knows that you two grew up together and have a good relationship."

Mr. Lu said to her in a kind and peaceful tone: “But Qiao Qiao, I hope you keep your distance from him, okay?”

Qiao Yan held Qiao Yan's hand slightly tighter, smiled and nodded: "I will, Grandpa Lu."

Mr. Lu looked at her, sighed silently, then turned around and left with his bodyguards.

Qiao Yan felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and a bitter taste spread across her tongue.

She was like a bird in a cage, with wings that could fly, but they were cut and bleeding. There was no one by her side with every step she took.

Luo Luo is dead, and Lu Ting is deeply rooted in the Lu family.

She became Li Jingxing's mistress.

This cage was so confining that she could hardly breathe.

Li Jingxing raised his hand and pinched her chin, looking at her pale and fragile face with a gloomy look in his eyes: "What's wrong? Your backer is gone, are you so sad?"

Qiao Yan turned her head slightly, very resistant to his touch. The man chuckled, raised his hand to touch the scattered hair on the woman's forehead, and gently tucked it behind her ear.

"Qiao Qiao, tell me, should I ruin the engagement between the Lu and Yang families?"

"I'll help you two? Hmm?"

Qiao Yan glared at the man and said coldly, "He and I are not what you think."

"Li Jingxing, I'm not as dirty as you."

There was a hint of hostility in the man's eyes. He sneered: "Am I dirty?"

"Perhaps I am still too gentle to you."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked down at the little guy in her arms: "This is your brother."

"you say"

He paused deliberately, keeping her in suspense, and with a grim smile, he pulled Qiao Yan out of her arms with one hand:

"I'm"

Before the man finished speaking, the woman was terrified and shouted with a pale face: "Li Jingxing, what are you doing!"

"He's just a kid!"

Li Jingxing looked at her panicked look and chuckled. He raised his hand to tease the little girl, "I'm your brother-in-law."

"Little Potato, call me brother-in-law and let me hear it."

"If you make me happy, I will let you go."

The little guy was held in his hands. He widened his eyes, turned his head away, and his cheeks puffed up with anger.