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

Qiao Yan's face turned pale. She hugged the man's waist from behind and said in a trembling voice, "Li Jingxing, let him go. I will listen to you from now on."

When the man heard this, a layer of heavy frost covered his brows. He lowered his head to look at the hand at his waist, and a sarcastic and cold smile appeared on his face.

The person who just now was determined to draw a line between himself and him and didn't want to go back, actually said that he would listen to him from now on just for the sake of the sickly kid in front of him.

Li Jingxing's eyes were sinister, and the five fingers that were pinching Qiao Yan suddenly contracted with force, a surge of malice running rampant in his chest.

The little one in his hand is the son of the enemy who forced his mother to death. If he strangles him to death, the Qiao family will be cut off.

I wonder what Qiao Zheng’s expression would be if he woke up and found out that his only son was strangled to death by him.

Qiao Yan tightly grasped the man's arm, her eyes bloodshot and frightened. She looked at Li Jingxing and begged in a hoarse voice, "Li Jingxing, my brother is still very young, he doesn't understand anything."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was pale and powerless: "If you have hatred, come to me, I beg you."

The man looked at her with deep eyes. The woman's face was full of fear and anxiety, and her eyes were red like a little rabbit.

She was so fragile that she seemed like she would fall down with a gust of wind, and her delicate little face was covered with traces of tears.

Li Jingxing brought Qiao Yan back from the window. Qiao Yan hugged Qiao Yan tightly in her arms as if he had been lost and found again. The little guy lay on her, shaking with fear all over.

The man saw the couple hugging each other tightly and sighed silently. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from Qiao Yan's cheek and said, "Don't cry. It's so ugly."

Qiao Yan pursed her lips tightly and looked at him, with a lingering fear lingering in her heart.

No one knew better than her that Li Jingxing really wanted to kill Qiao Yan just now.

Li Jingxing raised his hand and touched her head, his eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was cold: "Will you be obedient in the future?"

She lowered her eyes: "Yeah."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Qiao Qiao, I don't want to see a scene like today a second time, do you understand?"

He smiled at her gently: "Stay away from Lu Tingshen, otherwise, I will be angry."

The man had a handsome appearance, he looked gentle and kind, very gentlemanly, and his deep phoenix eyes were very deceptive.

Those deep eyes stared at Qiao Yan, as if they were deeply affectionate towards her.

All that could be seen in the man's eyes was her figure.

A chill ran down Qiao Yan's spine, as if she was being stared at by a cold and vicious snake, becoming a prey in a cage.

There is already nowhere to escape.

Now in Beijing, who can protect Qiao Yan from fighting against Li Jingxing?

Qiao Yan hugged Qiao Yan, with no answer in her heart, because no one could protect her, and no one could challenge Li Jingxing.

A feeling of despair arose in Qiao Yan's heart. She didn't know when Li Jingxing would let her go and when he would get tired of her.

She was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and she opened her mouth and said, "Okay."

The corners of the man's lips were upturned, and his eyes were so gentle that they seemed to be able to soften water. He raised his hand to touch Qiao Yan's head, and the woman holding the child subconsciously took a step back.

The man's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes slightly displeased: "Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, I won't do anything to him."

His handsome face was gloomy, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Now, send him back."