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

Qiao Yan had a gloomy face and supported his chest with both hands: "Put me down."

Li Jingxing snorted coldly: "Wait for you to crawl down like a turtle?"

He put her in the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste on her, propped himself up against the wall, and watched her still in a daze. He frowned and urged her irritably, "Have you been fooled?"

Qiao Yan turned around and said angrily: "At least put on some clothes for me!"

Li Jingxing sneered disdainfully: "Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen?"

Qiao Yan's face suddenly turned red. She raised her eyes and glared at him, then picked up the toothbrush and brushed her teeth as if he were her enemy.

"Be careful or you'll get stye."

When Li Jingxing heard this, he sneered, took off his shirt and threw it on Qiao Yan: "Only this."

"Wear it or not."

Qiao Yan is a bald man, so of course he has to wear some clothes.

The man's shirt was very big, covering her hips perfectly, and her long, white, straight legs were faintly visible under the hem of the shirt.

When the man saw this scene, his eyes suddenly darkened and his breathing became stagnant.

Qiao Yan is beautiful and tall, a queen-level beauty, with long and white legs.

That pair of beautiful legs is enough for a man to play with for a year.

Li Jingxing stood in front of her with a height of 188cm, making Qiao Yan look a little smaller.

Other men standing in front of her cannot overwhelm this beautiful woman with their aura.

After brushing her teeth, Qiao Yan was carried downstairs. Qiao Yan resisted, her face slightly angry: "Li Jingxing, I'm not wearing any pants!"

The man's handsome face said expressionlessly: "What pants are you wearing?"

"Are you crazy?"

Qiao Yan was so angry that she wanted to scratch his face: "If you have the guts, don't wear pants!"

"Okay."

The man looked down at her, a smile on his face: "Take it off for me later."

Qiao Yan: “…”

Qiao Yan was still forcefully carried downstairs by the man.

The woman's heart was beating wildly and she struggled more and more as she got closer to the living room.

"Li Jingxing, put me down!"

The woman's voice was trembling slightly with a hint of crying. The man paused slightly and looked down. Qiao Yan's eyes were very red and tears were welling up in her eyes.

He looked at her frightened pale face and raised his eyebrows: "What are you afraid of? It's just you and me at home."

"The maids have the day off today."

Qiao Yan's eyes turned red with anger, and she opened her mouth and bit his arm hard.

The man frowned in pain and hissed. He looked at her with red eyes, almost crying, and his originally furious expression froze slightly.

Li Jingxing's arm was bleeding from her biting, but his expression remained unchanged: "Have you had enough?"

He pinched her chin with a little force: "Let go when you've had enough."

Qiao Yan opened her mouth and glared at him fiercely, her eyes still as red as a rabbit's.

But the more pitiful and vulnerable she looked, the more likely she was to bring out the worst and darkest side of a man's heart.

I want to press her down on the bed and make her cry.

Like last night.

Once you taste Qiao Yan's flavor, it's like taking drugs, it's very addictive.

If he had known that she slept so well, he should have slept with her earlier.

Li Jingxing put her on a stool and brought her a bowl of chicken soup and a few dishes.

He handed the soup to her mouth and commanded: "Drink up the soup."

Qiao Yan took a look at the bowl of black chicken stewed with ginseng soup and frowned. She shrank back and said, "You can drink it. I don't want it."