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

Li Jingxing looked down at her and said, "Drink it."

His eyes were indifferent, and his tone was nonchalant: "If you don't drink, I can only go find your brother to drink."

Qiao Yan's breathing became slightly tense. She looked at him coldly, raised her hand to take the bowl and started drinking. Her face looked very bad. After she finished drinking, she spit it out.

Her face wrinkled up and she looked at him with disgust: "Li Jingxing, do you want to murder me?"

Li Jingxing's face froze: "Is it so unpalatable?"

Qiao Yan drank several sips of water, raised her head and looked at him inexplicably: "You haven't tasted it yourself?"

He lowered his head and took a bite. His pupils shrank slightly and his face looked very ugly. He swallowed it with difficulty and said expressionlessly: "The new chef made it."

“I haven’t tried it.”

He said vaguely, "I'll fire him later."

Qiao Yan still had that fishy and mushy smell in her mouth. She felt sick and wanted to vomit again. She complained with a bad look on her face, "I have never tasted such a disgusting soup in my life."

Li Jingxing's face twitched slightly. He lowered his head to glance at the dishes on the table and put them away.

"These shouldn't taste good either, don't eat them."

Qiao Yan suddenly looked at him with a suspicious look, and asked in shock: "Could it be you who did this?"

Li Jingxing looked unhappy and said coldly: "How is it possible?!"

Qiao Yan stared at him with a cold and aloof look, and agreed. The man exuded a temperament like a nobleman from the upper class.

His hands were not used to handling worldly matters, and it was even more impossible for him to cook for Qiao Yan.

He didn't know how to cook before, unlike a child from a poor family.

Qiao Yan naturally couldn't cook. When she was pursuing Li Jingxing, she liked him very much, but she would spend money instead of cooking for him.

The man brought the dishes on the table back to the kitchen, picked up some with chopsticks, tasted it, and spit it all out.

He dumped all the food on the table into the trash can.

From childhood to adulthood, Li Jingxing has always been a genius among his peers in everything he does. In the Li family, he is the one who is most like his biological father, with a smart mind and a genius brain.

His appearance is even more outstanding. He has been a rare talent since he was a child and has never failed in anything he does.

As long as he wants, he can always get first place.

But now the first problem appeared in his world.

The food made by Li Jingxing was thrown to the dog, but the dog refused to eat it and even shook its head when it saw it.

Li Jingxing walked out with a gloomy face, looked at Qiao Yan and said, "I'll order a takeaway for you."

"Oh."

The man sat on the table with his legs crossed, watching the woman opposite him eating with relish, and said nonchalantly: "Lu Tingshen is getting engaged tomorrow, you come with me."

Qiao Yan paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, frowned, and looked at him: "Why did you bring me along?"

His handsome face was indifferent, he was playing with a cigarette between his fingers, lowered his eyes, and snorted coldly: "No reason."

He is happy to.

Qiao Yan lowered her head to eat: "I'm not going."

Li Jingxing's face darkened slightly, and he said coldly: "You must go."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Qiao Yan."

Qiao Yan took a deep breath and put down her chopsticks: "Got it."

She raised her legs and was about to go upstairs. Qiao Yan had no appetite at all and was stopped by the man behind her.

"Come back and finish your meal."

"Why are you running?" the man asked with a gloomy face.

Qiao Yan turned around coldly and sat back in her original position.

She looked indifferent.